Thing is, Ray's got this thing where he gets caught staring at Mikey's jawline and that's him fucked for the next half an hour. He's been watching him for twenty minutes or so, lounging along the the too-short hotel couch, feet hanging off the end. Mikey's been paying intense attention to Frank's restraints and he's got this look of concentration on his face, like he can't find what he's looking for. He can't of course, he's looking for a way that Frank can break the bonds. Ray's too good for that, he's checked over them at least three or four times each himself. It won't matter, Frank can and will thrash all he likes when Mikey gets going, except that Bob will probably go first. Mikey likes to take his time.
Bob's only just coming out of the shower, he's got his sweatpants on, and the towel is slung around his neck like he's been working out, he grunts his approval when he see's Frank's predicament and moves in to inspect it alongside Mikey.
Ray can't take his eyes of Mikey's face. Even as Bob clicks his tongue against his teeth, a sure sign he's pleased, sends a warm flush of accomplishment to Ray's stomach.
Mikey moves aside for Bob and Ray beckons him over, neither of them have showered yet, hell, or shaved in a couple of days. It's been hectic recently, Gerard's still crashed out in the adjoining room. Mikey climbs on top of Ray, all limbs and elbows and angles. He slips down between the back of the couch and Ray, slinging his leg over Ray's thigh. Ray's not watching when Bob starts on Frank, although Mikey is, his eyes are all over the scene and he's already breathing heavy. Ray's letting his gaze trail across Mikey's skin, where the stubble is throwing his bone structure into contrast. He reaches up to rake a finger across it, feeling the rough edges.
Mikey looks down at him, and his lopsided grin is anything but distracted. "You need to shave too." He says. Ray shrugs and tugs Mikey down for a kiss. They're both as rough as each other.
It doesn't stop Mikey gasping a little surprised grunt into Ray's mouth when Bob lands a blow on Frank's thigh that makes him cry out behind the gag. That sound is hard-wired to all their dicks. Ray breaks off the kiss to find Bob grinning at them.
"Well now," he teases. "Maybe I should just make Frank watch the two of you for a while.
Frank's high pitched pleading whine makes them all laugh. Frank included.
Sub!verse, late nights.
Thing is, Ray's got this thing where he gets caught staring at Mikey's jawline and that's him fucked for the next half an hour. He's been watching him for twenty minutes or so, lounging along the the too-short hotel couch, feet hanging off the end. Mikey's been paying intense attention to Frank's restraints and he's got this look of concentration on his face, like he can't find what he's looking for.
He can't of course, he's looking for a way that Frank can break the bonds. Ray's too good for that, he's checked over them at least three or four times each himself. It won't matter, Frank can and will thrash all he likes when Mikey gets going, except that Bob will probably go first. Mikey likes to take his time.
Bob's only just coming out of the shower, he's got his sweatpants on, and the towel is slung around his neck like he's been working out, he grunts his approval when he see's Frank's predicament and moves in to inspect it alongside Mikey.
Ray can't take his eyes of Mikey's face. Even as Bob clicks his tongue against his teeth, a sure sign he's pleased, sends a warm flush of accomplishment to Ray's stomach.
Mikey moves aside for Bob and Ray beckons him over, neither of them have showered yet, hell, or shaved in a couple of days. It's been hectic recently, Gerard's still crashed out in the adjoining room.
Mikey climbs on top of Ray, all limbs and elbows and angles. He slips down between the back of the couch and Ray, slinging his leg over Ray's thigh. Ray's not watching when Bob starts on Frank, although Mikey is, his eyes are all over the scene and he's already breathing heavy. Ray's letting his gaze trail across Mikey's skin, where the stubble is throwing his bone structure into contrast. He reaches up to rake a finger across it, feeling the rough edges.
Mikey looks down at him, and his lopsided grin is anything but distracted.
"You need to shave too." He says. Ray shrugs and tugs Mikey down for a kiss. They're both as rough as each other.
It doesn't stop Mikey gasping a little surprised grunt into Ray's mouth when Bob lands a blow on Frank's thigh that makes him cry out behind the gag. That sound is hard-wired to all their dicks. Ray breaks off the kiss to find Bob grinning at them.
"Well now," he teases. "Maybe I should just make Frank watch the two of you for a while.
Frank's high pitched pleading whine makes them all laugh. Frank included.