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“Dude, keep it- fuck… keep it down,” Frank hissed, hips stuttering as he thrust into Ray below him. Who, at the moment, couldn’t stop squirming.
The creaking bed shook against the paper-thin walls of the motel. A shitty motel– the kind reserved for drug deals and hookers. They could hear the sound of the TV in the next room over playing Jeopardy. If they could hear the sound coming in, everyone else could hear the sounds coming from themselves.
Ray didn’t seem to care much. He was lost in the euphoria of being taken, lost enough to forget about his dignity at all. Not that he had much left right now.
“C’mon, it doesn’t matter…” Ray purred, being a little cocky just for the sake of getting Frank riled up. “You’re the whore here.”
“Shut up,” Frank growled, getting back into a steady rhythm of thrusts. “It was a one time thing.”
One time thing. Frank had kissed Gerard on stage the other day- not just a peck, a full-on tongue-down-the-throat kind of kiss in front of thousands of screaming fans. And his bandmates.
“It was not one time,” Ray teased, his eyes fluttering shut just a moment after a particularly rough thrust. Frank kept a slow pace, just enough to stay aroused but nothing near what they needed to finish. “You’re always swapping spit on stage.”
Frank didn’t seem to have a witty comeback to that one– he knew Ray was right. He and Gerard had touched up on each other on stage countless times throughout the band’s lifespan. And countless more times behind closed doors. Ray didn’t want to admit he was a bit jealous.
Ray hadn’t stopped being so vocal. Moaning, grunting, whining, and spouting off mouthy remarks punctuated by frustrated thrusts from Frank.
“Is that the best you can do?” Ray taunted, fingers weakly gripping at the cheap sheets beneath him. Frank growled.
“Can it, dude!’ Frank hissed quietly, feeling quite self-conscious at the thought of neighboring rooms hearing their fornication.
Ray didn’t have the opportunity to reply. Frank’s hands, previously holding Ray’s shoulders, snapped up to his throat, squeezing the air out of Ray’s body.
“Shut up…” Frank huffed, feeling little remorse for what he was doing. Ray’s eyes shot wide open, his chest feeling heavy from the sudden lack of air.
“...What– the…” he wheezed weakly, his lips part ever so lightly. He felt a jolt through his body that went straight to his aching dick.
...oh god.
Frank’s incessant thrusts did not let up– and all the sensations suddenly felt like so much more. Ray liked it. He really liked it. More than he would ever care to admit. Ray was hardly ever one to explore kinks. Past some dirty talk here and there, he considered himself to be vanilla. He was sure that was all he liked. Never did he think he would enjoy choking out of anything.
Everything felt amplified with his brain low on oxygen. Every sound of skin on skin, every sound of the bed creaking against the walls. Frank took his hands away.
“Hah– oh… my god…” Ray panted, the color coming back to his face. “Do that again.”
Frank was completely caught off guard. He was trying to choke some sense into Ray. Not give him what he wanted.
“What?”
“Do it again.”
Well… Frank would be damned if he didn’t get off on a bit of sadism. After giving Ray a moment to get his breath back, his thumbs pressed down on Ray’s throat again. His nails were short– he couldn’t play guitar otherwise– but they’d grown out just enough to dig into the back of Ray’s neck.
“Who’s the kinky bastard now?” Frank growled, a smirk creeping its way onto his face. “C’mon, mutt.”
Good lord. If Ray’s dick hadn’t already been leaking, it certainly was now. The combination of Frank’s choking grip, the perfect thrusts to his prostate, and the way his tip occasionally brushed against Frank’s hairy stomach, it was doing it for him. He felt his balls begin to tighten up.
“C’mon…” Frank muttered again, more this time hidden under breathy moans. They’d done this enough times to pick up on the fact that the both of them were close.
Frank’s fingers tightened impossibly on the column of Ray’s throat as he unloaded deep inside Ray’s tight hole. Ray practically saw stars, his vision going bright white behind his closed eyes as he moaned out loud (the best he could while being choked), the both of them falling limp after Frank pulled out.
“Fuck…” Frank moaned, his breath hot against Ray’s neck. “You never told me you were into choking.”
“I… I didn’t know myself,” Ray panted helplessly, his eyes falling shut once again.
“Yeah… I’ll keep it in mind, baby,” Frank whispered, his last words before the both of them fell off into an exhausted sleep.