Page 13 of Tumbling Hearts

“Yeah, why not? You already call me baby.”

“That’s true. Alright, baby.”

Gene thinks two fingers won’t be enough to stretch, so he adds a third finger—of course, making Ray moan again. But Ray tenses up a little, moving his hand to grasp onto the one of Gene’s on his thigh, clutching tightly.

“Is that alright?” Gene asks.

“Yeah. Just… just go slow for a minute.”

“Alright.”

Ray takes a deep breath and relaxes as Gene stays still for a moment. He can only imagine what it must feel like, being stretched like this. Yet he knows Ray is enjoying it, as he gives a little nod for Gene to keep going. And so, Gene motions his hand back and forth, in and out, stimulating his inner walls. If anything, Gene only grows more curious on what it would feel like for Ray to fuck him. But perhaps they can try that a different time. Right now, he’s more than ready to be on top.

“You ready, baby?” Gene asks.

“Fuck yeah. I’m gonna go nuts if I don’t have your cock right now.”

“Where’d you learn to talk like that?” Gene laughs. “One of your girls?”

“Shut up.” Ray pouts, and then lets out a gasp when Gene removes his fingers. “I don’t wanna think about girls right now. I’m here with you, Gene.”

“Okay, okay. You’re right.” Gene scoops some more Vaseline out of the jar and sets it back on the nightstand. Stroking himself, he lathers his cock with the jelly—and a fire burns in his abdomen. This is the moment he’s been waiting for.

He lines himself up, and, slowly, eases his way inside.

Even with just the tip, the word breathtaking is an understatement. Fucking hell. As he inches further in, Ray never stops moaning. It’s like music, making this all the more wonderful. Ray grabs the back of Gene’s neck, pulling him in for a kiss—and also forcing him to thrust even deeper. With just that movement, he’s now up to the hilt, fully pressed inside.

To think, he’s been wanting to be with Ray so badly, but never knew that it could be possible. And yet here they are, bodies connected in the most intimate way. It feels like a fever dream. How can any of this be real?

Maybe they aren’t truly together in a relationship sense, but for Gene, having Ray like this is more than enough. It’s already more than he thought possible. To have Ray here, on his back, taking Gene’s cock… His heart bursts with joy.

“You’re so tight, so warm,” Gene says as their lips part.

“And you’re so big, oh my fucking god.” Ray pants. “This is way more than just your fingers.”

“Did you want me to take it slower…?”

“Fuck no, you’re already barely moving. Please, fuck me, babe. This feels insane.”

Well, if Ray wants it, Gene’s not one to argue.

He picks up the pace, thrusting in and out—and pleasure takes him by surprise. It’s thrilling to hear Ray say things like that when at first he seemed so shy. But now that they’re getting comfortable, Ray is opening up, willing to vocalize his desires—it thrills Gene to bits. They can say whatever they want here, alone in the bedroom. It’s just them, connected, together.

It gets easier to move as he continues to rock his hips, chasing the feeling he can’t get enough of. He kisses Ray again, briefly, and he grabs onto the back of one of Ray’s knees to hold him in place. Thrust after thrust, he pounds into his singer, who lets out the most beautiful sound. So many people know Ray’s voice, yet Gene takes pride in knowing that he’s the only man to ever hear Ray sound like this.

He doesn’t think he’ll last, as it all feels so right, so intense—he wants this to last forever. But as he thinks that, he realizes—he’s never thought that sentiment of any of the women he’s slept with. None of them come close to what it’s like with Ray. And it’s not about the physical feeling, but there’s an emotion in his heart that he just can’t seem to place. Either way, it’s wonderful. Thrusting and thrusting, looking at Ray’s gorgeous face, a wanton expression made just for him…

“Ray… oh my god, Ray, baby.”

“Gene… ah…”

The pressure rises, all around him, deep in his abdomen, as Ray’s walls hug tightly around his cock. He keeps moving, over and over to a rhythm in his head. Faster and faster, harder and harder—he leans forward again to give Ray’s lips another quick kiss. Ray crosses his legs overtop Gene’s back, holding him close, and his hands stay tangled in Gene’s hair. This is where we should be, together like this. It’s thrilling, electrifying, and so, so delightful, that he forgets everything else in the world. There’s nothing else but them: Gene and Ray.

Gene is so overjoyed that he honestly might cry. If he can just keep chasing this feeling, again and again, with none other but his beautiful and most precious person—Ray…

The pressure rises, more and more, and Ray tenses up, pushing his heels hard onto Gene’s back, tugging almost painfully on Gene’s hair, moaning and whimpering as Gene never stops thrusting and thrusting⁠—

“Fuck, Gene, ah⁠—!”