Page 19 of Tumbling Hearts

“Ray… oh my god…”

He finally, carefully, removes his fingers, and he lifts his head, looking Gene in the eyes. Those beautiful, hazel eyes. “I take it that was good?”

Gene chuckles, pulling his hand off Ray’s head and lowering his legs. “More than good. That was amazing, baby.”

“I thought so.” Ray smirks.

“Please, I still need to return the favor. You didn’t come on yourself, did you?”

“No, I didn’t.” Ray licks his lips, tasting the saltiness still there, and he sits up straight, looking down at Gene. His guitarist looks so ethereal, black hair all messily spread on the pillow, cheeks flushed, lips parted and panting. “But how tired are you? Seems like I wore you out again,” Ray chuckles.

“I’ll always have energy for you.” Gene smiles. He tries to sit up—but Ray scooches forward, stopping him in his tracks. He sits on Gene’s chest, moving his hips closer to Gene’s face. “Ray…”

“Like this, you won’t need to get up.” Ray wraps his hand around his hard cock, guiding the tip to rest on Gene’s lips.

“I guess so. This works.” The way his lips gently move against Ray’s cock with each word spoken sends a pleasant shiver down his spine.

Ray slowly eases his cock into Gene’s mouth, laying the weight on Gene’s tongue. He startles as Gene licks around, and he almost loses his balance—catching himself, resting his free hand against the headboard. The slippery wetness is mind-blowing. He tries to hold himself back from thrusting, wanting to let Gene set his own pace, but it seems Gene has his own plans. With both hands, Gene reaches around and grabs Ray’s ass, pulling him forward until the tip of his cock touches the back of Gene’s throat.

“Fuck, Gene…”

He doesn’t even need to thrust as Gene does it all for him, moving Ray’s hips back and forth with his hands. Such rough, masculine hands, fingers calloused from playing guitar, gripping him in such a way, it puts Ray’s mind through the ringer as Gene’s warm mouth pleasures his cock. He’s never had a blow job like this, hell no, never. This is something only Gene could do to him.

“I feel so fucking close,” Ray says, holding his weight on the headboard. Gene moans in response, gripping his ass even tighter.

With each flick of his tongue, the feel of his hands, and the walls of his throat prodding his cock, Ray knows he’s a goner. He’s so blissed out knowing that Gene wants to do this so badly to him, regardless if he’s never done it before. I really am all his. He gladly gives Gene his cock, thrusting a little himself now, matching the rhythm that Gene sets with his hands on his hips. Everything else in the world doesn’t matter anymore; nothing matters except being right here with Gene. More and more, the pressure rises, intensifying, hot and wet as Gene flicks his tongue around. It just feels so right, to be with Gene like this, as he chases the sensational feeling, faster, even faster⁠—

The pressure explodes—Ray’s whole body shakes as his release consumes him, shooting hot cum into Gene’s mouth. His vision goes hazy, pleasure flowing through every inch of him as Gene suctions his lips onto his dick, swallowing down what he can. Holding a death grip onto the headboard, Ray does his best to keep his balance, afraid that if he lets go he’s going to fall and hit his head. Wave after wave keeps coming, and he holds himself in place, so full of pure, unfiltered joy.

Eventually, Gene releases his hands, letting Ray move freely. It sets him off balance, though, and he nearly stumbles as he tries to situate himself better on the bed, scooching down on wobbly legs, giggling as he almost knees Gene in the face. “Shit, sorry,” he laughs.

“Careful, now,” Gene says, laughing as well.

He lies down by Gene’s side, resting his head against the pillow. Turning to face him, Ray throws his arm over Gene’s middle, instantly pulling him in for a kiss. Gene wraps himself around Ray, too, and Ray can taste his own flavor on Gene’s tongue. It’s such a bizarre feeling, but one he adores all the same. Mixing each other’s fluids, together as one.

Once their lips part, Ray relaxes, sinking deeper into the bed. It’s just so damn cozy here in Gene’s arms. He wishes these nights could go on forever, but that nagging fear starts creeping up again, haunting him as it has all throughout the day.

I won’t be able to be with him like this back home.

Carol will be waiting for me.

But he reminds himself to simply savor the moment. Like he’d told Gene earlier, they can figure out a way to be alone again. This can’t be their last night ever like this, right?

“So, how’d I do?” Gene asks, interrupting his thoughts.

“That was so good, Gene. So fucking good.” He smiles.

“I’m glad.” Gene smiles as well. Oh, is he ever so handsome. “I’ve never done that before, y’know.”

“You’re a master already.” Ray chuckles. “But I’m glad it was with me.”

“Of course. You’re all mine tonight, remember.”

Those words send a surge of warmth fluttering through him. “For sure. All yours.”

If only I could be yours every night.

Before they leave their motel room for the final time, Gene gives Ray one last kiss, and then it’s off on the road. The drive back home is bittersweet. These are their last few hours alone together, and honestly, Gene is so, so incredibly nervous. Once he pulls into that driveway in Lake Orion, the magic is over. It’ll be back to reality—Carol will be there, breaking any illusion of Ray actually being his.