Page 11 of Tumbling Hearts

“You do?” Ray tugs on Gene’s pajama shirt a little tighter. “But… but what about…?”

“What about what?”

“I mean, just about everything… Do I need to spell it out for you?” Ray chuckles. “About Carol, about the band, our fans even… What if they found out?”

“No one else has to know, do they? We’re here by ourselves.” Gene moves his hand off Ray’s shoulder, adjusting his position slightly so he can place his palm on Ray’s cheek. “It can be our little secret, this… thing between us.”

A moment of silence stretches between them—nothing but the droning of the television no one bothered to turn off. And then, Ray smiles sweetly. “Yeah, you… you’re right. No one else has to know.”

He tugs Gene down, seizing his lips in yet another kiss.

Gene’s heart soars. He can’t even describe how happy he is that Ray feels the same. Here they are, alone in the confines of their motel room, and Ray is ready and willing for whatever Gene wants to do. And if Ray is open to anything…

“I want to know what it feels like to be buried inside you,” Gene says.

Ray pants into Gene’s mouth, his blue eyes darkening. “I want that, too. Oh, Gene…”

As he kisses Gene again, Ray plants his feet onto the bed and thrusts up, grinding his pelvis against Gene’s. The friction is unbearable—he needs to remove the fabric between them. Last time, even when their cocks were touching, they still had on their swim bottoms. But now, they can finally be completely naked…

Gene sits up and slides his pajama shirt off and onto the floor, thankful that he never buttoned it in the first place. He adjusts his position off of Ray to pull that dreaded towel off him too, and as soon as he does, Ray’s cock springs out, hard, tapping precum against his belly.

“Fucking hell, Ray. You’re so beautiful,” Gene says.

“Talk about yourself.” Ray smirks, rolling his hips and spreading his legs as if to taunt Gene.

Such an action makes Gene pause, taking in the sight. To be honest, he never got this good of a look at Ray before. No, back then it was rushed, merely catching glances as he looked down. But now, Ray is on full display. Totally naked, showing Gene the most private parts of his body.

And he’s all mine…

Gene’s going to go crazy if he doesn’t take these damn pants off. And so, he stands for a moment, kicking them and his underwear onto the floor. He grabs Ray’s unused pajamas and throws them to the floor too, to give them some room on the bed. But while he’s standing, he figures he should grab something from the suitcase. He kneels down and digs into the pocket in the back.

“What are you doing?” Ray sits up.

“Grabbing something we’ll need.”

“Something we’ll need? What… Oh.”

Ray raises his brows as he notices what Gene’s holding when he stands back up: a jar of Vaseline.

“I packed this… um, just in case,” Gene says sheepishly.

“Y’know, I saw that in there,” Ray says, looking down toward Gene’s hard cock, then back up at his face. “I thought of packing it, too. But then I saw it was already in there. I wasn’t sure if you meant to pack it for moisturizing your skin or whatever, but I supposed it didn’t matter…”

Gene chuckles, setting the jar next to a box of tissues on the nightstand and sitting back down on the bed beside Ray. “So you wanted to pack it too, on the chance that we fucked?”

“Well, when you say it like that, yeah.” Ray chuckles too, shrugging. “But you already did it for me.”

“Ain’t that just funny.” Gene reaches up, running his hand over Ray’s smooth chest. “We were thinking the same thing.”

Gene leans forward, kissing Ray’s lips again as his hand moves lower. Such pressure makes them both lie down, lips still locked, heads against the pillows, and Gene’s fingers reach Ray’s cock. Finally, touching him again—and with the anticipation for more, it sends a wave of butterflies all throughout Gene’s body. Ray moans at his touch, and reaches up to grasp the back of Gene’s head, his long hair tangling through his fingers.

Gene’s own cock rubs against his thumb, the friction sending waves of pleasure each time he strokes Ray. While this feels great, he’s more than eager to go further. Ray had agreed that he wants it, too. And while Gene’s excited, those nagging nerves prick at his gut again.

He’s only ever had penetrative sex with women. While he knows in theory what he should do with Ray—such as preparing him with Vaseline—what if he still ends up hurting him? What if this whole thing backfires and it ends up not being enjoyable for either of them? Before they left for the trip, Gene had thought of calling the band’s photographer and personal friend, Maurice, who’s a gay man. But how the hell would he explain himself? Hey, I’m thinking I might have a chance of having gay sex with someone, and no I can’t tell you who the other guy is. Could you give me some advice on how to do it?

Besides, he supposes that if Maurice figured it out with his own boyfriend, Gene can figure it out with Ray.

“Can I ask you a weird question?” Gene asks as their lips part.