Page 47 of Tumbling Hearts

“Oh, uh… just did it out of habit, I guess,” Ray says as an excuse. He curls his finger inside Gene, the sensation taking him by surprise. He tries his best to hold back a moan.

“You wanna unlock it so I’m not talking to a door?”

“Um… I’m a little tied up at the moment.”

“What about Gene? He’s there too, right?”

Gene’s heart hammers madly. “Uh… we’re cleaning up a mess in here. Knocked over some make-up looking for his wallet.”

Barely, through the door, he can hear Pat sigh. “Fine, whatever. Don’t make more of a mess than you already have, okay? Don’t want the venue staff yelling at us. I was just checking in on you guys since Carol was wondering where you were. You’ll be out soon, right?”

“Yeah. This won’t take long. You don’t have to worry,” Ray says, easing a second finger inside Gene. Fuck—it’s so hard to stay quiet. Gene holds his breath, holding in his voice.

“Well, alright,” Pat says. “I’ll keep Carol busy so she won’t ask again. See you out there whenever.”

“Y-yeah, see you.”

Gene barely breathes as he waits for Pat to leave. He can’t really hear her footsteps, the door being thick enough to muffle that, but enough time passes to where he thinks they might be safe. He sighs, long and deep.

“Oh my fucking god,” Gene rasps.

“That was a close one,” Ray says, curling his fingers again, this time Gene letting out a gentle moan. “That was a good excuse, saying we made a mess. Clever.”

“I guess we really gotta get messy now, don’t we?” Gene chuckles.

“For sure. I’ll make a mess out of you, darling.”

Ray adds a third finger, and Gene has to cover his mouth to make sure he’s not being too loud. “Fuck, yeah.”

Ray continues to move his fingers in and out, curling them, the sensation taking Gene’s breath away. Every time he hits his prostate, it gives him such incredible pleasure that he could only ever dream about. But it’s real—damn real—Gene has been wanting to feel this again ever since Ray had first fingered him back in St. Ignace. And now, with what he knows is next to come, especially since they’re on borrowed time, Gene is more than ready.

“Please, Ray.”

“Of course, babe.”

Ray removes his fingers, Gene mourning the loss. But excitement floods his senses as Ray grabs the Vaseline from the counter again to lather himself, carelessly throwing it back once he’s done, amongst the make-up littering the surface Gene’s leaning on. Ray clutches Gene’s waist, lining himself up, the wet head of his cock rubbing against Gene’s hole.

And then, he presses inside.

Ray goes slow at first, and Gene’s thankful—the mounting fullness is overwhelming. Even just the tip is a lot to handle. Yet Ray eases in gracefully, having seemed to have done this a hundred times before, even though Gene knows that’s not true. Ray simply knows how to make Gene feel good. That’s evident with how he strokes Gene’s torso, leaning over his back, moving forward gently until he’s fully pressed inside.

“Oh my god, Ray,” Gene says in almost a whisper. “This feels so fucking good.”

“Fuck yeah, it does.” Ray nods, rubbing his cheek against Gene’s back. “I’ve never felt someone so tight.”

“Does it feel better than one of your girls?”

“Shut the fuck up, Gene,” Ray says, pulling out slightly and thrusting back in, jolting Gene’s insides. “You should know they can’t hold a candle to you.”

Those words, combined with the amazing weight of Ray’s thrusts, hits Gene’s core. Ray picks up the pace, rocking his hips. Gene tries to hold himself steady against the counter, taking everything Ray gives him, completely melting with each crescendo of a thrust. He thought being on top of Ray was good, but being underneath him is just as wonderful. The coke he’d had earlier has all but faded now, and he’s still a little buzzed from the whiskey, but not much. No, what he’s feeling now is pure, absolute pleasure.

Ray doesn’t stop, the force unrelenting. Over and over again he hits Gene’s sweet spot, pressure rising, delight fluttering throughout his body. Never in his life did he ever think he could experience sex like this. But now, he can’t imagine not being able to enjoy this again and again. There’s no way this one moment in the dressing room will be their last.

There’s no other man he’d want to do this with.

No one else but Ray.

“Fuck, Gene, you’re so perfect,” Ray says, panting against Gene’s back. “All of you. And especially this…”