Page 12 of Tumbling Hearts

“You’re interrupting this to ask me a question?” Ray laughs.

“W-well, it’s something I’d like to know.” Gene pouts. “But… have you ever had… uh, anal sex with any of the girls you were with?”

Ray laughs again, shaking his head against the pillow. “No, actually.”

“Really? You were with quite a lot. None of them?”

“No!” Ray’s laughter, regardless of the awkward subject matter, is music to Gene’s ears. “Why? Have you done it before?”

“No…” Gene huffs out a breath and strokes Ray’s cock again, eliciting out a moan that takes him by surprise. “Then it’ll be a first for both of us.”

“Yeah. I guess it would be.” Ray smiles. “C’mon, I’m ready if you’re ready. I want you, Gene…”

Ray pulls Gene by the back of the neck and smothers him with yet another kiss. Gene’s heart bursts with butterflies—so incredibly thrilled that this is even happening in the first place. He doesn’t say it out loud, but he’s glad that their first time doing this is with each other. There’s no other man he’d rather be with.

He gives Ray’s cock another stroke before he lets go, sitting up. He then reaches over to the nightstand, grabbing the jar of Vaseline, and he pops the lid off. “How do you think you’d be more comfortable? On your back, or the other way around…?” Gene asks.

“Hmm…” Ray licks his lips. “On my back. That way I can still kiss you while you fuck me.”

Gene grins, and his cock twitches. “Yeah, baby. I like the sound of that.”

He scooches on the bed to get into a better position, and so does Ray. “Here, maybe like this,” Ray says, lifting his legs up, grabbing the backs of his knees, presenting Gene with a gorgeous view. Damn—he’s never seen Ray like this before. His heart can barely handle it.

He reaches inside the jar of Vaseline and coats his fingers with it. After setting it down, he grabs the back of Ray’s thigh with his free hand and readies the other, at first making a small trail down his cock. Ray hisses as the cool jelly touches his skin, and Gene’s hand moves even lower, over Ray’s full balls, and even lower, to a part that Gene’s never touched before: Ray’s hole.

Not wanting to rush, he simply circles the area with his fingertips, causing Ray to moan more.

“No one’s ever touched you here before, have they?” Gene asks, his face feeling warm.

“N-No, never.” Ray gulps, and he makes eye contact with Gene. “Only you.”

“Only me.” He likes the sounds of that. Feeling that Ray is probably ready, he slips one finger inside.

“Ah, fuck…” Ray moans.

“You’re all mine,” Gene says. “I don’t care if it’s only for tonight, or this weekend, or whatever. Right now, you’re all mine.”

Ray smiles at that, still breathing heavier as Gene explores with his finger. “That’s just like what you said to me before, that one night during the fall tour.”

“It is, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. It is… I’m all yours, Gene.”

Gene couldn’t be happier. Even if they have to keep it a secret, regardless of whatever will happen once they get back home, this moment right now is everything he’s ever wanted. Ray is his. He probes a second finger inside Ray, eliciting another vocal reaction out of him. Gene chuckles, thinking, my singer sure has such a lovely voice.

“How is that?” Gene asks as he curls his fingers, pressing against the inner wall—and is answered with another sensuous moan.

“That… oh my god, right there.”

“Like this?” He does the action again, a few times, like a massage, and Ray howls.

“Fuck, yeah.” Ray nods. “It stung a bit at first, but when you do that… damn, it feels so good. I can’t explain it.”

“I think…” Gene curls his fingers again. “I think that’s your sweet spot. Your prostate.”

Ray giggles, rolling his hips in a way that deepens Gene’s fingers even more. “Well, then. I’ve heard about how it could feel, but… fuck. Keep it up, babe.”

“Babe?” Gene chuckles. That’s what he calls Carol.