Page 10 of Tumbling Hearts

And then, with no warning—Ray pulls his shorts and underwear off, revealing his sexy, bare ass.

An explosive heat flushes through Gene’s body. It moves further down, thickening his cock even more.

His heavy breathing must catch Ray’s attention, as Ray looks behind his shoulder, giving Gene a smirk. “Like the view?”

“Yes,” Gene admits. “Very much so.”

Ray’s little question raises Gene’s spirits. He really does seem to be opening up.

“I’ll be right out,” Ray says with a smile, rushing into the bathroom before Gene can get a good look at his front. Well, maybe I’ll get a chance when he comes out.

The TV is still on, playing some late night talk show that Ray must’ve been watching. Gene debates whether he should change into his pajamas at all. On one hand, if he and Ray do end up doing anything, there’d be less effort taking clothes off if he wasn’t wearing them in the first place. But on the other hand, would Ray be wigged out if Gene stays in his towel? Maybe the best course of action would be to dress anyway, playing it safe.

And so, Gene grabs his pajama shirt, sliding his arms through the sleeves but leaving the buttons in front undone. He then stands up, throws his towel on the floor, and slips into his underwear and pajama pants. All this thinking is messing with him. Why can’t this just be easy? He can tell he’s nervous—seeing his hands shake a little as he rests them in his lap, sitting back down on the bed. His heart races, banging against his chest.

If only he had some weed. Or even alcohol. That would definitely help him calm down, but he didn’t ask Ray about packing it before they’d left home. I shouldn’t need it, right? I can do this while sober.

His thoughts are halted as he hears the shower water turn off. Ray is about to come out. Gene needs to pull himself together.

I got this. I got this.

A few more agonizing minutes pass as he hears the sink faucet, realizing Ray is brushing his teeth. But it’s not long until⁠—

The door to the bathroom opens, and out steps Ray, with nothing but a towel around his waist.

Gene’s cock twitches at the sight. Here Ray is, water soaking his hair, making it look a little darker and straighter than it normally is. Droplets fall in slow lines over his smooth skin, over the defining lines of his chest, his abdomen, and even further down, over the small trail of hair that disappears underneath the towel. Oh, what Gene wouldn’t give to be able to lick those droplets all off his body…

“Earth to Gene?” Ray says with a giggle.

Gene shakes his head slightly. “Just admiring you. It’s like what you said of me—you’re nice to look at.”

Ray’s cheeks flush darker, and Gene can see it’s not just that—but also the tips of his shoulders become redder, too. He’s just so damn cute. Ray puts a hand on his hip. “Why, thank you, handsome.”

Gene can’t help himself. A swirl of pleasant emotions fills his chest. He stands up from the bed, a magnetic force pulling him closer toward his best friend. There’s not much distance he has to travel before he’s right in front of Ray, faces only a foot apart. The eye contact is electrifying. With both of them being the same height, it’s so easy to just stare, and Ray does the same; he must be searching for the same something that Gene is searching for. He must.

Gene takes a deep breath.

His heart pounds relentlessly in his ears.

He puts both hands on Ray’s shoulders and turns him around, manhandling him and pushing him flat onto the bed. Gene hovers over him, now straddling his hips, never losing eye contact.

“Woah, Gene!” Ray chuckles. “What are you doing?”

“What do you think I’m doing?” Gene chuckles as well, hands still holding down Ray’s shoulders.

“Wrestling with me? I don’t know.”

“I think you do know, Ray. Something I’ve been wanting to do all this time…”

Gene leans down, and, finally, captures Ray’s lips in a kiss.

His heartrate quickens as Ray moans into his mouth, spreading his lips and letting Gene’s tongue inside. Oh, it’s incredible—how with just a few movements, he can feel how they both have been waiting for this moment: to finally kiss again. Ray throws his arms around Gene’s back, tugging him closer, letting him fall down flush onto Ray’s body. Their hips are aligned, rubbing against each other; Gene can feel, even through the thick towel, Ray’s arousal growing for him. He leans deeper into the kiss, flutters all-encompassing. He’d love to stay locked like this forever.

But simply kissing is not enough. He wants more—he’s been wanting more, but thought he couldn’t have Ray this way due to their circumstances. But here, alone in their motel room, with no one but themselves… this might be his opportunity.

He pulls off Ray’s lips in order to gasp for air. Ray does the same, and damn, that tender expression does wonders to Gene’s insides. Ray’s eyes are half closed, cheeks red, lips parted slightly, hair still damp from the shower.

“I want all of you, Ray,” Gene admits. “I want to do more than we did before…”