Page 48 of Tumbling Hearts

He reaches around, grabbing Gene’s hefty cock, stroking it lazily. That little bit of friction tightens Gene’s abdomen, enough to bring him closer to the edge—oh, so much closer—but he doesn’t want it to end. No, it can’t end just yet. But they only have so much time before the others would get suspicious. They’re all waiting for them out in the greenroom. Again and again, Ray thrusts and thrusts, Gene trying his best to hold back his moans. It’s their little secret, being together like this.

“Ray… ah…” Gene says through his fingers, his hand covering his mouth, his head down against the counter.

“Just a… just a little more…” Ray pants, unable to finish his sentence as the power of his thrusts takes over. It makes Gene’s mind go hazy. All he can focus on is the pressure within himself, Ray pounding into him, Ray stroking him, more and more and more.

“Look up, Gene. Look at me in the mirror,” Ray finally manages to get out.

Gene does as asked, and the sight is breathtaking. Ray behind himself, fucking him relentlessly, his own face flushed red with an expression he swears he’s never seen himself make. Ray is so gorgeous, still wearing his shimmery blue shirt, blond curls framing his handsome face… That does it.

Gene can’t hold back—his release overtakes him, shooting cum onto the linoleum floor. Ray strokes him through it, still pumping into him, extending the high more than Gene ever thought possible. His vision blurs, seeing stars. His whole body is on fire. All sorts of euphoria consumes him, still trying to be as quiet as possible, as Ray keeps thrusting and thrusting⁠—

Ray slows down suddenly as Gene feels a rush of warmth inside him. He pants, and so does Ray, raspy and moaning lowly. He doesn’t let go of Gene’s cock yet, simply holding them both there, Gene trapped against the counter. Breath after breath, Gene’s mind becomes clearer, starting to regain focus again. He sees Ray in the mirror, looking so goddamn beautiful.

“Fuck, that was absolutely amazing,” Gene says out loud what he’s thinking.

“It was. I told you I was gonna make a mess out of you,” Ray chuckles, leaning over and resting his head on Gene’s shoulder blade, giving it a kiss.

“You really did.” He chuckles as well. “Now we really gotta clean up.”

“For sure. Here…”

Ray finally lets go of Gene’s cock, some of the sticky cum leaving with it, and he eases out of him, stepping away to snag a box of tissues on the counter. Or, maybe it’s more like waddling away, with his pants still around his ankles. It’s a funny sight; Gene smiles. Ray pulls out some tissues and wipes himself clean. He then hands the box to Gene who does the same, making sure he doesn’t step in the puddle on the floor.

“I guess I’ll use some of these to clean up that mess,” Gene says, setting the tissues down temporarily on the counter so he can pull his pants up, zipping up his fly.

“Nah, I’d rather see you lick it all up.” Ray winks.

“What?” Gene laughs. “You’re disgusting.”

Ray adjusts himself, zipping up his own pants and tucking back in his shirt. “Just thought it’d be funny.”

“I guess it was.”

Gene grabs some more tissues and cleans up his mess, grabbing all the used ones and throwing them into the little trash can in the corner. That was easy enough. Hopefully no one is going to be suspicious of just some tissues… well, unless maybe they smell something funny. But there’s a bottle of cologne on the counter; Gene decides to grab it and spray around the trash, just in case.

“Good idea,” Ray says. He steps closer to Gene, raising his hand and caressing Gene’s cheek. It’s like on instinct—Gene leans into his touch, then forward, kissing Ray’s lips. The taste is bittersweet, knowing they’ll have to go back out to the party after this. But Gene wants to taste him one last time. Maybe they’ll have another chance like this again. It was easy enough for Ray to set something up without anyone suspecting anything, even getting away with it when Pat knocked on the door.

If this is all they’re allotted, then Gene will take what he can get.

Anything to have Ray.

Their lips part; Ray smiles. “You look a bit flushed. Maybe we should use some concealer to brighten your complexion.”

“If you think that’ll work, yeah.”

Gene sets the cologne down back on the counter and Ray digs through the make-up, finding what he needs, but also explaining to Gene that stirring it all up will make their excuse of ‘cleaning up’ more convincing. He applies some of the concealer to Gene’s face, the powder almost causing him to sneeze. But he appears fine when he gazes at himself in the mirror, and figures it’s probably time to head out.

“Don’t forget what you came in here for,” Gene says.

“What do you… oh!” Ray chuckles, then steps over to the locker, opening it. “Yeah, this.”

After Ray pockets his wallet, the two finally head out, shutting the door behind themselves once they’re out in the hallway. Ray leads as Gene follows, walking back toward the greenroom. Oh, if only Gene could hold his hand, but he knows they need to play it cool in case anyone spots them. What happened in the dressing room has to stay between Ray and Gene—and only them.

Once back at the party, Pat notices them instantly. She waves them over. Gene looks at Ray, who looks at him back, face saying something along the lines of: I guess it’s back to reality now.

Carol is standing next to Pat, of course, with Carol looking a bit more dazed than Gene usually sees her. They’re still over by the tables, with various other people congregating around as well. Nicky is sitting in a folding chair right beside them, smoking a joint and eating a cookie, not paying anyone any mind. Gene walks with Ray toward them, and Pat speaks up first.

“That took a bit longer than I expected.”