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“Okay, fine, I’ll do it!”
It’s not like Frank – who’s married – or Mikey – Gerard’s brother – can do it.
When Gerard said one of them has to fuck him, the answer was obvious. They have to be in London in two days, and it’s not like they can just wait for a week for Gerard to jerk off until his rut is over. If Gerard was a different kind of guy, they could maybe find someone else for him to sleep with, but Gerard is a person who doesn’t even show off his arms in front of strangers. No way he is letting anyone close to his dick.
Unless it’s someone he knows. Like Ray. And Ray’s pretty sure there aren’t many things on earth he wouldn’t do for the guy that made his dreams come true.
And so he’s in Gerard’s hotel room on a Thursday, watching Gerard shift from one foot to the other, the sweatpants he’s put on tented ridiculously.
“Thanks for doing this, man,” Gerard says, like Ray has just bought cigarettes for him or something. Like Ray’s not about to pull those sweatpants down and give him a handjob for the ‘sake of the band’.
The whole room smells like sweat and cum, and in the middle of it all – Gerard, looking wild. His black hair is sticking to his neck and cheeks, and there is a flush going down his face all the way to his chest, his nipples peaked.
Ray doesn’t know what to say. You’re welcome doesn’t quite cover it, so he just nods instead. He clears his throat, unsure where to put his hands, especially when Gerard puts his own hand on his crotch and thrusts. “So, how do you want to do this?”
It makes Ray go a little hot under his collar even though he hasn’t ever done this before. He didn’t think he would but there’s a first time for everything when you are friends with Gerard Way. Ray watches the way his hand moves, his pretty fingers and short fingernails, a little nail polish that’s peeling off.
He walks over, feeling awkward with the way Gerard is staring at him. He can smell Gerard’s desperation in the room, the scent of Alpha filling his nostrils. “This is awkward, man,” Gerard mumbles, but he’s still humping his hand without an ounce of shame.
“Uh, yeah,” Ray replies. “So…”
“We have to kiss.”
Ray blinks, opening and closing his mouth. “We have to?”
Gerard shrugs, maybe meaning for it to look nonchalant, but he’s staring pretty hard at Ray’s lips, like he is about to pounce on him any minute now. “Otherwise it’s just too weird.”
“I think this might be weirder,” Ray says but he’s not going to say no. This isn’t the worst he’s going to do to Gerard today. So, he reaches up, and puts his palm on Gerard’s cheek, feeling the flushed skin. “Um.”
In for a penny, in for a pound. He leans forward and kisses Gerard.
Gerard opens up and moans into Ray’s mouth. He’s a bit hesitant at first, but soon his instincts take over and he deepens the kiss, bringing in the tongue way too fast, licking Ray’s lips before pushing in. Ray’s toes curl up in his shoes and he pulls Gerard closer by the waist. If he’s being a good friend and doing it, he might as well be thorough.
Gerard steps even closer until he is flush against Ray and Ray can feel the hardness in Gerard’s pants because the guy doesn’t even wait a second to start humping Ray’s thigh. Suddenly, Ray is engulfed in Gerard, who isn’t familiar with the concept of personal space on the best of days, never mind while in a rut.
He kisses back as much as he can while Gerard’s trying to lick everywhere inside his mouth, all the while whining as if exchanging spit with Ray was something he’d been looking forward to all this time.
Ray feels his cock start to fill up, from the proximity of Gerard, the heat and the scent of him. When he pulls back, Gerard tries to chase his lips just a little before his eyes flutter open and he blinks at Ray.
“Okay?” Ray asks, running his hands down to Gerard’s hips.
Gerard blinks some more. “Mhhm,” he hums, eyes flickering between Ray’s eyes and lips.
He runs his hands over the waistband of Gerard’s pants and pushes down a little. Gerard immediately springs into action to help. It’s obscene, the way the fabric stretches before Gerard’s dick breaks through, bobbing a little in this way that should be funny but is just really hot. It’s already flushed and wet, and a bit of precum drips on the carpet. His knot looks huge and like it hurts. Ray’s dick aches in empathy.
Ray just goes straight for it, grabbing Gerard’s dick and feeling the way he throbs.
Gerard makes a small sound, somewhere between a whine and a moan. “Oh, yeah,” he mumbles, thrusting into Ray’s hand, each time with less and less force as his knees slowly go weak.
It doesn’t take much, and Ray’s pretty sure he’s not even doing that good of a job, just providing his hand for Gerard to fuck. But Gerard still moans like it’s the best thing ever and comes, some of it getting on Ray’s hand, some of it hitting the carpet, even though the orgasm is almost dry.
A little deliriously, Ray feels a little bad about the person who’s going to have to clean that up. Gerard doesn’t even stop, still hard in Ray’s hand like he didn’t just come, but his eyes cross over just a little bit and then he falls down onto his knees. Ray doesn’t even have time to process it before Gerard’s leaning forward to bury his head against Ray’s pants, nuzzling against his dick, which at this point, is getting pretty hard.
He puts his hands on Gerard’s head, cradling his skull, as Gerard starts licking all over him through his jeans, like he can’t get enough of him. Ray can’t even feel it but he has to admit the visual is pretty good.
He follows Gerard down, getting on his knees as well, and as soon as he is in frame, Gerard pounces on him, mouth on Ray’s jaw, his cheek, before finally landing on Ray’s lips.
Ray allows Gerard to push him back further until he is lying down on the ground. “Fuck,” Gerard says against Ray’s lips, panting into his mouth. “My dick hurts.”
The poor carpet, Ray thinks. Gerard’s literally humping it, enjoying its softness and the relief it provides for his aching cock. Ray can’t imagine it feels that good but maybe Gerard – being the pain slut he is – doesn’t even notice he is about to get rug burn all over the place where it hurts the most.
Ray pats his head like a dog and tries to be a good and comforting friend despite his arousal distracting him. “It’s okay,” he says.
“No, it’s not,” Gerard whines. “My dick’s gonna explode.”
“Everything’s going to be okay,” Ray tries to reassure once again.
Gerard’s panting, out of breath and flushed, little gasps escaping him any time he takes a deep breath. “Everything’s going to be okay,” he parrots, and then with a moan, he’s coming again, this time all over the carpet. Talk about a short fuse, but Ray shouldn’t judge, since the guy is in a rut and all.
Ray’s heart – and his dick – throb, and he’d be lying if he said the pathetic mess on the floor doesn’t turn him on.
“Oh my god,” Gerard bites out, eyes clenched shut. “This fucking sucks.”
“Alright, let me help,” Ray says, sitting up a little and turning towards Gerard’s body. He maybe spends a few seconds watching Gerard’s ass as the guy just keeps humping the carpet, even though he’s making noises like it hurts.
He pushes until Gerard turns to lie on his back. Gerard’s cock is red all over, looking sore, and his knot hasn’t gone down a bit. Ray actually starts to feel a little bad. Ray’s here to help, so he is going to help as much as he can. It helps that he wants to grab Gerard’s dick in the first place, his mouth watering when he feels how much Gerard’s still leaking, like a goddamn faucet.
Gerard hisses, thrusting up into Ray’s hand, but then grimacing and trying to pull back.
“Does it hurt that much?” Ray asks, biting down on his bottom lip.
Gerard’s chest heaves as he pants, looking down at Ray’s hand on his cock. “It feels like you’re skinning my dick but also, if you stop now, I might die.”
Ray’s face is hot and slick from sweat, and he feels a little off his game. He didn’t come in here with the idea of getting so turned on by Gerard that he finds it hard to think, but here he is now, racking his mind for something that would help, but coming up blank.
“Ray, I’ve got an idea, but…” Gerard says, grabbing Ray’s wrist to push him off. He looks off to the side, embarrassed. “Dude, how much of an asshole would I be right now if I asked for a blowjob?”
“Uh.” Very much an asshole.
“I think your mouth is probably softer than your hand!” Gerard defends.
Ray looks down at Gerard’s dick, getting worried because… This in his mouth? And then he has to face the guy again and again for years to come, knowing he was up and close and personal with his dick. “I don’t know about this, Gee.”
Gerard humps the air since now he has no friction on his dick. He whines, “Your calluses really hurt, Ray. You don’t know what it feels like.”
Ray can’t help but laugh. “I do! I’ve jerked off before, y’know?”
In the end, Ray doesn’t have to think much about it. Even if he didn’t feel so bad for what Gerard is going through, the idea of blowing him doesn’t put Ray off. Actually, it’s quite the opposite.
He settles on the best position he can and Gerard props himself up on his elbows to watch as Ray grabs his cock from the base and leans down, sucking on the head.
Gerard’s head falls back, between his shoulder blades, and his throat bobs with a swallow.
Ray is actually pretty okay at giving blowjobs. He’s never had a complaint before. He swirls his tongue around the tip before moving down, sucking in his cheeks. Gerard moans, long and drawn out.
And then he starts thrusting up, not even apologetic at all as he starts fucking Ray’s mouth, grunting with each movement. He doesn’t even ask or anything, just moves his hand to bury it in Ray’s hair and pulls, trying to stay in the position. Ray doesn’t know if he should be pissed off, but mostly he’s really fucking turned on. He didn’t expect to like the pull and the pain so much. It’s weird to feel Gerard’s knot each time he bobs down, this thing that he definitely isn’t used to. But he can’t say that he doesn’t enjoy it.
What he doesn’t enjoy, though, is his gag reflex. A small part of him believes Gerard should be allowed to manhandle him – Gerard’s always been the rougher Alpha between the two of them – but he feels like he’s going to choke.
“Sorry, fuck, sorry,” Gerard says, but he doesn’t actually sound apologetic and he doesn’t let up, still thrusting into Ray’s mouth and hitting the back of his throat.
Ray reaches up to grab Gerard’s wrists and pulls them off his head, pushing them on the ground instead, restraining Gerard the best he can. Gerard still tries to move his hips but at least he’s not putting that much force into it anymore since he can’t push Ray’s head down.
He struggles against Ray’s hold, but Ray doesn’t let him go, gripping tighter and tighter the more Gerard tries to free himself.
“Oh, man,” Gerard moans, and Ray hears the way his voice breaks halfway through the words. Fuck, Ray thinks. Gerard’s into this.
Ray gags one more time, his throat constricting around Gerard, and Gerard’s eyes roll back. Before he can pull off because it feels like he will actually start choking, Gerard yells out, coming into Ray’s mouth. His legs spread open even more, and Ray’s not sure whether it was his body’s involuntary reaction or he’s that good at blowjobs.
Ray doesn’t half-ass anything, so he swallows as much as he can, feeling the way Gerard throbs and whines. When he pulls off, Gerard’s dick literally twitches and swells in front of Ray’s eyes, his knot still so heavy.
The sight is killing Ray as well, so he moves up, licking his lips to get some of the cum that’s dripped there, tasting the bitterness and salt. He kisses Gerard, letting him taste himself on Ray’s tongue. Gerard makes a noise like a hurt animal and licks all over Ray’s teeth.
Ray is flush against Gerard’s ass now, between his spread legs, and he can’t help but grind forward, just trying to get the barest amount of friction on his dick. Gerard moves with him, rocking his body down so he is grinding back, even though Ray’s jeans cannot be a good texture on his bare ass. Ray can’t believe that he is still fully dressed.
Gerard pulls his head back a little, a string of saliva between their lips snapping off. His eyes look wide, pupils huge. “Fuck me,” he groans, and then shakes his head. “I mean, like, actually fuck me.”
“Fuck,” Ray groans. “Seriously?”
“Yeah,” Gerard replies, eyes fluttering shut before he opens them back again, half-lidded and out of it. He pulls his legs up higher, wrapping them around Ray, and pulls him in, so that Ray is pushed up against his ass even more, his hips thrusting forward without him even meaning to. “Fuck yes.”
It feels good, Ray isn’t going to deny that. And he wants to fuck Gerard, even though maybe he shouldn’t. He’s hard, his knot swollen, and Gerard looks like he really fucking wants it. Ray’s a good friend. Ray’s the best friend.
While Ray undresses, Gerard is watching him, rubbing the palm of his hand against his cock, even though Ray’s not putting on much of a show with it. Gerard still acts like it is the hottest thing he has ever seen, mouth wide open as his eyes stare at every inch of Ray’s skin, like it’s a whole strip tease.
“We’re going to need lube,” Ray says, looking around the room helplessly as if God will grant them lube from the heavens at that very moment.
He wishes they could just gather all the cum Gerard’s covered with – his dick, his soft belly – and use it. Gerard’s an Alpha, though, and his cum probably wouldn’t work since it was made to breed others and not provide slick so others can breed him.
Gerard gets on all fours and Ray’s eyes immediately lock onto his ass. His hips swing all feline-like as he crawls towards his bag at the foot of the bed, and as he rummages through it, Ray can tell he is doing it on purpose. Still, it has its effect.
Ray does want to fuck that hole.
Gerard takes out a bottle of lube and a pack of condoms from the bag, and rotates the package in his hands like it’s fascinating. “I have to say something,” he says. Before Ray can even blink, Gerard’s throwing the condoms away to the furthest corner of the room and turning around. “I don’t want to use condoms.”
Apparently, Gerard wants his hole fucked raw. Ray’s eyes widen. “Seriously?”
“It’s not like you can knock me up, right?”
“No,” Ray replies. “But… Still! You seriously want me to do that?” Ray definitely wants to do it but he can’t wrap his mind around the fact that Gerard’s just casually asking for it. This was supposed to be a mere handjob and here they are about to rawdog?
Gerard shrugs. “I kind of really do, which is weird.” He bites his bottom lip. “I mean, this hasn’t happened before, I swear.”
Ray doesn’t mind the fact that Gerard might be into getting creampied. He puts his hands up. “I mean, I don’t judge!” A rut brings out the worst – or the best – in people.
Gerard lays back down on the floor like there isn’t a bed right there that they could use. Ray just rolls with. The thing about fingering an Alpha is that Ray’s certainly never done it before. And he knows Gerard hasn’t either even though he talks a big game about fucking Alphas on stage almost every night.
Gerard’s not slick at all in there, and Ray tries to take it slow, using too much lube and fingering him gently because he is afraid he might do something wrong. Gerard doesn’t seem to notice, though, because as soon as Ray gets his fingers inside him, he goes soft and pliant, sighing. “Fuck yeah…”
Ray doesn’t get to do it for long, two fingers in, three fingers in, scissoring them, when Gerard sighs again, this time impatiently. He tries to fuck himself deeper on Ray’s fingers, pushing down until Ray’s not sure where his hand ends and Gerard’s ass begins.
“You can fuck me now,” Gerard pants out.
“Just give me a minute.” Ray curls his fingers and moves them up as if trying to reach Gerard’s belly button from inside his ass. He rubs against that spot just once and… Is Gerard purring?
Ray’s mind goes blank.
“Oh, fuck,” Gerard says, looking a little mortified as he puts his hands over his face. Ray’s fingers keep moving, and he can’t stop looking between the place where his hand meets Gerard’s ass, and the way Gerard’s dick is twitching, his knot so big that it must hurt like hell, and his hands over his face, hiding.
Gerard’s still making these little noises that Ray usually only hears Omegas make. Ray’s mind is spinning and he’s obsessed with it, all while Gerard is getting more and more embarrassed.
“Okay, can you just fuck me already?”
Can Ray fuck him? Yeah. He’s so hard his dick could probably cut a diamond. Does Ray want to fuck him? Also yes.
Ray pours lube all over his dick, knowing the whole time that it’s going to be too much. Still, better safe than sorry he thinks, and if they have to pull out and wipe a little in between, that’s fine.
Gerard lifts his legs up, more flexible than he should be for someone who never works out, and opens them wide, holding his thighs up with his forearms. Ray’s brain stutters.
He gets stuck there, just looking at the way Gerard’s literally presenting himself, and for a second, it feels like he might just come from his hand rubbing the lube on his dick, even though it’s so wet that the friction is muted.
Ray looks at Gerard’s little asshole, thinking it’s not going to fit. But it will; it will stretch around him beautifully, just the way it did when Ray fingered him. Just thinking about that makes his dick leak.
“Jesus,” he mumbles, voice breaking a little. “Are you seriously presenting yourself?”
Gerard bites his bottom lip, face flushed. “Just go,” he maybe orders, but it sounds more like a whine.
And Ray tries. He does. He lines up and tries to push in slowly, fascinated by the way the head of his cock looks huge compared to Gerard’s ass, but the slide and all the lube are too much and he slips. The tip rubs along Gerard’s perineum, and Ray almost bites his tongue off. Gerard makes this sound, like a wail, and his eyes squeeze shot as he breathes harshly through his nose.
There’s something there, though, and suddenly Ray’s doing it over and over again, going down to circle Gerard’s rim before moving upwards.
Gerard sobs. “Stop—Fuck, stop teasing me, Ray!”
“Sorry, sorry,” Ray mumbles, feeling a little bit like an asshole. Heh. Asshole.
He scoots a little closer, feeling his knees burn with the carpet against them, and lines up, this time pushing in slower, steadier. Gerard takes a deep breath and then just keeps holding in.
Ray tries to go slow, he does, but Gerard wraps his legs around Ray and pulls him until he bottoms out, then gasps like he didn’t do it to himself.
Gerard’s tight, squeezing around Ray, and it hurts just the tiniest bit for Ray, so he can’t even imagine what it feels like for Gerard. It has to feel good, though, if Gerard’s eyes rolling back and him trying to fruitlessly tilt his hips are anything to go by.
Ray tries to keep his thrusts shallow, gentle and slow to begin with, but Gerard doesn’t allow it much, using his legs to make Ray move faster, go in deeper. If he could, Ray knows he would be fucking himself back onto Ray’s cock.
Ray’s knot is aching, pushing against Gerard’s rim any time he bottoms out, swelling already and dying to slip in there.
“It’s splitting me in half.” Gerard starts babbling, just out of nowhere, pure filth spilling out of his lips like he doesn’t even care. “You’re huge. Fuck. How come you never told me you have a huge cock?”
One: Ray’s an Alpha. That’s a given and Ray would feel offended if he wasn’t so turned on right now. One and a half: he’s bigger than an average Alpha and it never gets old to hear people mention it. And two: when would that ever come up? But he doesn’t say that. He is too busy groaning and trying to wipe the sweat away from his face without breaking the tempo they have got going on.
“I can feel you in my guts,” Gerard chokes out. “Fuck, you’re so deep I can fucking taste it.”
Ray growls and thrusts harder so that Gerard can actually taste it. “You have no filter,” he replies.
“I can’t take it. But you’re making me and—” Gerard blurts out like it’s turning him on to say it. Like he is really fucking into the idea of Ray making him.
Ray pushes Gerard’s legs back further, his hands clenching on Gerard’s pale thighs, sure to leave bruises. It knocks the breath out of Gerard, now folded like a pretzel, his legs almost on Ray’s shoulders. The change in position means that Ray’s knot is in real danger of slipping in, catching on Gerard’s hole with every deep thrust, so close that it makes Ray’s eyes squeeze shut.
Gerard’s back is rubbing against the carpet and Ray can imagine the redness that’s going to leave behind. His hands are clenching helplessly and he’s getting so loud now, these little noises like the ones he imitates on stage but so much deeper, because they are real and Ray’s fucking them out of him.
The thin walls of the hotel room are worrying. Ray is going to be pretty embarrassed if they get a noise complaint. He looks at Gerard’s face, a little blurry from how fast Ray’s thrusting, his open mouth, lips pink and wet; it feels easy to lean down and kiss him, even though it’s uncomfortable to move that far down, his back hunched over like an animal.
Ray doesn’t try even for a second to make it chaste. It’s more like they are licking into each other rather than kissing. Gerard keeps losing it, forgetting to kiss back as Ray swipes his tongue all over Gerard’s teeth. It’s sloppy, it’s wet, and they are breathing into each other’s mouths. Ray has never liked the taste of spit as much as he does at that point, the pheromones taking over his mind.
He doesn’t even feel it when Gerard bites, his tiny teeth managing to pull on some little bit of skin on Ray’s dry lips, and it tears, starting to bleed shallowly. Gerard swirls his tongue over it, keening with a little bit of a growl behind it coming from his chest. When Ray opens his eyes, he can see his own blood staining Gerard’s lips.
He’d lie if he said it didn’t make him feel things. He’s not sure how he’ll face Gerard once this is over, but that’s an issue for future Ray. They can’t even kiss at that point, both breathing too heavily for it to work, but Gerard keeps craning his neck up so he can nip at Ray’s bottom lip, pulling it down before letting it go with a plop, until it’s all sore and swollen.
Gerard’s still loud as fuck. Ray grunts, trying to make his tongue move enough to speak. “You have to—fuck—you have to be quiet, Gee.”
“I can’t,” Gerard whines. “You try, ah, you try getting fucked—and then be quiet about it. Oh, god—yeah, right there!”
That is way too fucking loud, almost a yell. Before he can even think about it, Ray’s moving, putting his palm over Gerard’s mouth and pressing down. Gerard’s eyes open, pupils blow wide, looking a little crazy as his nostrils flare. He starts moaning even louder but thankfully, Ray’s palm works to muffle it a little bit. Figures that Gerard would be into this.
It sounds like Gerard’s pretty close, if the way he is all but sobbing more and more is anything to go by. “Fuck,” Ray moans, watching the way Gerard’s eyes keep rolling back, eyelashes fluttering shut before he forces them open again so he can look at Ray.
He turns his head to the side so he can free his mouth and starts spitting out, “Gimme—Gimme your babies, ah—Fuck some babies into me, c’mon, god—Fuck me swollen and pregnant.”
With just another thrust, Ray’s knot finally goes in and Gerard yells like he is getting murdered. He bangs his head against the floor, and then he’s rolling it from side to side, so all Ray can see is his throat. It’s almost as if he can’t take it all – Ray coming so deep inside his ass, and so much, that he might miraculously manage to knock him up, belly swollen and the skin pulled tight over it.
Ray doesn’t get to see Gerard coming, but he feels it, the way Gerard clenches down so tight on him, his stretched hole pulling Ray in until he’s buried deep inside him with no way out.
It’s maybe the hottest thing to ever happen to Ray. Gerard Way coming on his cock, untouched with nothing around his own useless knot that swells without anything to catch on, his orgasm dry, making him sob with how good it is.
When he finally comes around he sees that Gerard still has his own eyes closed, panting a little as he grins stupidly. Finally satisfied. There are bruises blooming on his hips, wrists, thighs; anywhere Ray grabbed him too harshly without care. Rug burn must be all over his body now and Ray can feel it on his knees. His lips are still throbbing with sensitivity.
Gerard’s eyes flutter open, the waterline a little wet. “I told you. Without the cum it wouldn’t have been that good.”
Ray tries to bite down on his smile but can’t quite manage it. “You want me to get you pregnant?”
Gerard groans and if he could get his arms to cooperate, he’d probably cover his face with his hands. “It just came out.”
“I’ll do it if you want me to, you know?” Ray says, trying to be casual about it as if the very idea doesn’t make his dick twitch inside Gerard. “Already one load in.”
Gerard grinds down again, like he’s not still stuck to Ray the way he is going to be for a while, the small movement tugging on Ray’s knot and making them both groan. Ray knows by now that Gerard is into the pain, though.
Gerard sighs, a little embarrassed. “Fuck. Yeah… I kind of want you to.”
If Ray could move his hips without hurting them both, he would be fucking Gerard again right about then. “Okay. But next time, we do this on a bed.”