Page 62 of Tumbling Hearts

“I want you, Ray…” Gene says, hovering over him, hands on his shoulders. “However it is. One way or another, I need you.”

Ray stares up at his best friend, reaching for him and gliding his fingers over his chest hair. “I fucked you last time. How about you fuck me? Especially if you want me tied up.”

“That sounds great. Anything for you, baby.” Gene leans down, capturing Ray’s lips in a kiss.

Butterflies flutter a frenzy in Ray’s core. It’s completely unfair Gene is still wearing his pants, but Ray knows that they’ll come off in due time. But Gene is already shirtless, and Ray makes it known by groping his chest, flicking his fingers over Gene’s nipples. That gets a moan out of him, vocalizing it into Ray’s mouth. Ray keeps it up, flicking at them, pinching those small buds as Gene kisses him harder. He can’t get enough of his reaction—everything Gene does riles him up further. It doesn’t matter who’s on ‘top’ or who’s the ‘bottom’; Ray loves the constant back and forth trading of control.

“You’re making me second guess if I should tie you up,” Gene chuckles. “If your hands are restrained, then you couldn’t do this…” His last word fades into a moan as Ray flicks his nipples again.

“That’s true. But maybe I want you to tie them back. Punish me for getting out of line.”

Gene chuckles even more. “Oh, but that makes it too easy. You’re always getting out of line.”

“Am I?” Ray asks with a grin. “I think you’re talking about yourself, Mr. Pot Head.”

“Pot head?” Gene’s smile turns into a frown. “Okay, now you’re asking for it.”

Gene sits up abruptly, unzipping his fly and shimmying his pants and underwear off, throwing them carelessly to the floor. He stands off the bed for a moment, reaching into his suitcase before he’s already back on the bed again, holding something very important to this whole ordeal: a jar of Vaseline.

Ray sits up too. “I thought you were going to be rough and push me down, but instead you get off the bed…”

“Look, I had to grab this, okay?” Gene continues to frown, setting the Vaseline on the nightstand. “I can be rough if you want me to be.”

He snatches his scarf with one hand, then grabs one of Ray’s wrists with the other, forcing him to lie down against the sheets again. He straddles Ray’s hips, pinning him there, unable to move, as he grabs Ray’s other wrist, holding them together above Ray’s head against the headboard. The friction of their hips aligned, cocks rubbing together without any cloth separating them, sends waves of flutters throughout Ray. He can barely move with Gene’s weight on him. He doesn’t even struggle as he lets Gene tie his wrists together with the scarf.

Gene sits up, shifting his weight on Ray’s hips. It gives Ray a wonderful angle—his best friend hovering overtop him, dark, messy hair framing his roguish face, his sexy, hairy body, and the best part of all: seeing their cocks flush against each other. Gene’s is a bit larger than Ray’s, and seeing that size difference makes his cheeks burn ridiculously hot.

“Too bad the headboard is plush and not metal wires; I can’t really tie you to it.” Gene pouts. “So this will be good enough for now.”

“Maybe you can tie it to one of the bedframe’s legs?”

Gene ponders for a moment, before he shakes his head. “Nah. I think this is good, that way I can move you around as I please.”

Gene leans down, kissing Ray’s lips again. While Ray can’t do much with his hands, Gene’s are still free—he reaches down, now fondling Ray’s nipples. He can’t think of many times where any of his partners have really played with his nipples like this. Has anyone, aside from Gene? That makes it even more special. He doesn’t want anyone but Gene to do this to him. Each flick sends such a wonderful spark.

Though the sensation is cut short as Gene sits up, grabbing the Vaseline from the nightstand and popping the cap. He scoops some out, lathering both his and Ray’s cocks with it in long, smooth strokes. The jar gets carelessly tossed back to the nightstand as Gene leans backwards. He holds himself upright with his freehand, thrusting into his grip, against Ray’s cock. A pressure coils behind Ray’s navel. Despite not being tied to the bed and only his wrists joined, he feels hypnotized, barely able to move his arms. All he can do is watch and enjoy.

His heart beats faster as Gene’s thrusts become more intense. The friction is otherworldly, his own cock rubbing against Gene’s, slick with both Vaseline and precum. As much as Ray likes this, as the pressure rises, heat moving down between his legs, this isn’t enough. He doesn’t want to come like this—he needs more.

“Gene, I—I thought…” he manages to say between breaths.

“You thought what?”

“I thought… you were going to fuck me.”

“Oh, am I not fucking you like this?” He puts emphasis on this, squeezing his grip on their cocks a little tighter—making Ray moan.

“Fuck, you are, but Gene…”

“But what, baby?”

The way Gene teases him is frustrating, but flusters him all the same. “I want to come with you inside me.”

Gene sits up straight, giving Ray a smirk. “I love the way you say it like that.”

He lets go of their cocks, falling forward to give Ray another kiss. But only a brief one, as he slides off Ray, grabbing the jar of Vaseline again. He readjusts their position, pushing Ray’s legs upward, holding the back of one of Ray’s knees as he sits before him on the bed. Like this, Ray is completely exposed. Gene can see all of him—the most private parts of his body, on display. The thought makes his cock twitch, leaking precum onto his abdomen.

Gene globs some more Vaseline onto his fingers, pressing it against Ray’s hole. It only stays there for a moment before he carefully slides one finger inside. Ray gasps—it’s been a while since the first time Gene had fucked him. Yet it feels wonderful. As Gene probes his finger, slowly, in and out, Ray reminisces about that first time. He wasn’t sure if they’d ever do it again after that vacation, worried that it was only a ‘one-time-thing’, yet here they are now, taking risks and doing it again and again anyway.