Page 70 of Tumbling Hearts

“Yeah, these shoes are brand new. Never worn them before.” Ray smiles. “You’ll see why.”

Without a moment to spare, Ray grabs the lapels of Gene’s blazer and pulls him in for a kiss. That’s how it always is between them—as soon as they’re left alone, they can’t keep their hands off each other. Gene reaches up, carding his fingers through Ray’s curly blond hair. He can’t have him like this outside of these moments, so when they are alone like this, it’s like making up for lost time. Tonight it’s even better, having a whole motel room to themselves.

Their lips part for a moment, giving Gene time to take off his blazer, throwing it carelessly to the floor, smacking against the dresser as it lands. But as he tries to reach for Ray’s shirt to unbutton it, Ray grabs his hand, halting him in place.

“Take your clothes off first,” he says.

“Oh, really?” Gene raises an eyebrow.

“Yeah.” Ray smirks. “I have a surprise for you.”

“Alright…” Gene smiles back, lifting his T-shirt up and over his head. His necklaces are still hanging over his collarbones, but usually he leaves them on, so he doesn’t bother with them. Ray had told him before that he thinks they’re sexy, anyway.

Once the shirt is off and onto the floor, he pulls his bottoms off as well, kicking them into the same pile. Now, here he stands, completely naked aside from his jewelry, contrasting a fully-clothed Ray. The air is warm, almost tangible as it settles between them.

“Alright, well. Here I am.” Gene spreads his arms out. “What’s the surprise?”

“I can’t just tell you what it is,” Ray chuckles. “You’ll find out. Now you can undress me.”

“Gladly.” He steps forward, unbuttoning Ray’s shirt from top to bottom. It’s a thicker one of his and a rather dark maroon, completely opaque. The surprise must be something under his clothes, maybe something to do with those new red socks. Button by button, it’s like opening up a present on Christmas day—Gene couldn’t be more curious, wondering what’s hiding underneath⁠—

He opens up Ray’s shirt, finding red lace, delicately wrapped over Ray’s chest.

It almost looks like… a bra?

Heat rushes to Gene’s cheeks, all over his body too, his cock thickening at the beautiful sight.

“This is why I wanted you naked,” Ray says with a grin, looking down toward Gene’s hips. “So I could see your reaction.”

“Is this what I think it is?” Gene smiles, tugging Ray’s shirt out from being tucked into his pants and pulling the whole thing off his shoulders, tossing it to the floor with Gene’s own clothes. “Oh my god, it is.”

Over Ray’s chest is a lacy red bra. The cups are translucent, flowery lace patterns overtop, sagging a little due to Ray’s flat chest not being able to fill them. But Gene can still see Ray’s nipples underneath, making his cock stiffen even more.

“Where did you get this?” Gene asks, looking up at Ray’s face.

“I, uh… I borrowed it.”

“From Carol?” Gene’s brows shoot up high on his forehead.

“Y-yeah. But don’t say anything to her. She has no idea.”

“You really stole these from her, so you could wear it for me?” Gene can’t help himself—he rests his palms over Ray’s chest, feeling the soft fabric on his skin.

“Basically, yeah.” Ray shrugs. “But I’m gonna need to give it back, so she doesn’t suspect anything.”

“How are you gonna do that? When I might mess you all up?” Gene leans closer, resting his lips on the side of Ray’s neck. Ray shivers under his touch.

“Just be careful, okay?” Ray sets his palms on Gene’s shoulders. “That’s why I wore new shoes with this all, so I don’t get the stockings dirty.”

Gene chuckles, breathing in Ray’s scent. “And that’s why you made sure to take a shower right away, too. I get it. But I still need to see the rest…”

He takes a step backwards—Ray’s hands still on him—as he reaches down, unbuttoning and unzipping Ray’s fly. Peaking out from the waistband of his jeans appears to be a red garterbelt, and when Gene pulls the pants down over Ray’s hips, his mouth waters.

Ray shimmies his jeans off, stepping out of them, pulling his hands away and giving Gene a full view of his lacy outfit. A bra, panties, a garterbelt, and thigh-high stockings decorate his best friend. Gene has never seen a man wear this kind of outfit, but he’s glad the first time is with Ray. What is it about such beautiful, delicate clothing that strikes such a fire within him? Even seeing pretty girls in magazines never had this much of an effect on him as it does with Ray.

“My god, you’re beautiful,” Gene says, staring at him from head to toe.

“You really like how it looks on me?” Ray teases, adjusting one of the bra straps.