It's weird, how many times Bob watched Ray on stage, writhe and play and smile and just fucking enjoy himself but never had he wanted to kiss him as much as he did when he found him in the studio that evening.

Ray was playing something Bob couldn't recognize, hair falling in his eyes with a small smile. Bob's eyes got stuck on those fingers, watching them caress the strings.

Bob waited until Ray was done, until Ray looked up at him with a grin he couldn't match because he was so fucking turned on it was driving him crazy. He did the only thing he could.

Bob walked over, grabbed Ray by that amazing fucking hair tilting his face up, then smashed their lips together so hard it hurt, making it wet, making it hot, making it a struggle for control.

When they separated both were breathing hard and Bob really liked the way Ray's lips looked after being kissed, wet and red.

Bob gently bit Ray's lower lip before letting go of his hair and taking a step back. He could have taken this further, made it into a blowjob or whatever, but it was enough for now.