Page 71 of Tumbling Hearts

“Of course. I just said that, didn’t I?” He steps closer again, grabbing Ray’s waist, giving him a peck on his lips. “Now, lie down on the bed for me, pretty baby.”

“Oh man, when you say it like that…” Ray gives him a kiss back. “Alright. Careful, though. Your precum is already gonna make this dirty.”

He realizes then, with their proximity, his erection is rubbing firmly onto Ray’s hips. He pulls back, heat rushing throughout him. Ray goes to lie down on the bed, his head against the pillows. His singer is more like a model, posing elegantly like that on the blankets. Oh, how Gene wishes he had a camera.

Committing it to memory will have to do. And maybe, he can buy a set of lingerie just for Ray, so he wouldn’t need to steal it from Carol again.

Gene goes to the bed as well, crawling over Ray, hovering over him on all fours.

“So if this is Carol’s…” Gene muses, staring down at Ray’s outfit. “She hasn’t worn it for you, has she?”

Ray shakes his head, his blond hair spread against the pillow. “No, I’ve never seen her in it. She’s never even brought it up… I just found it in her suitcase one day.”

“This whole time, and she hasn’t worn it for you?” Gene reaches down, cupping Ray’s chest, the soft fabric tickling his fingers.

“No… Maybe she forgot about it?” Ray chuckles, petting Gene’s forearm.

“I hope so. I don’t want to even think of her wearing this… I just want to see you, baby.”

He leans down for a kiss. Ray pulls him in deeper, running his fingers through Gene’s long hair. Gene tries to not rub his cock against the lingerie, but of course Ray makes it difficult, holding him so close. He angles his hips so his tip rests just above the garterbelt, against the skin of Ray’s abdomen.

They part for a breath, hands all over each other. “Oh, what am I going to do with you?” Gene rasps.

“I don’t know—what are you going to do with me?” Ray teases back.

“Can’t do much while you’re wearing these…” He reaches down, cupping his hand over Ray’s crotch, his thickening cock trying to burst from the fabric. “You’re worried about me getting these dirty, when you’re gonna cream your panties if I keep kissing you.”

Ray’s cheeks flush red, almost matching the red of his lingerie. “Oh, shut up. Well, fine, I guess I can take the panties off.”

“Everything else can stay on, though. In fact, it must stay on.”

Ray smirks. “Alright, then. Hang on, to get these off, I gotta undo the clasps on the stockings.”

“Alright.”

Gene shifts over, sitting next to Ray on the bed as he works on doing just that. He slides the panties off, throwing them to the floor, then clasps the stockings back onto the straps. As Ray lies back down, his cock rests against his abdomen, the glistening head touching the lace of the garterbelt.

“Look at you,” Gene says, moving positions again to sit in-between Ray’s legs. “You saved the panties, but look at the garterbelt. Oh, you naughty boy. What’s she going to think when your cum is coated all over it?”

Gene didn’t think he was that tipsy, but maybe some of the alcohol is still lingering in his system. He’s feeling bold, teasing Ray like this. He can’t get enough of Ray’s reaction, squirming at his words, skin flushing red.

“Gene…” He spreads his legs, the sight otherworldly. Gene leans forward, his cock pressing against Ray’s.

“She’ll know you came for someone else. Not for her. But for me.”

Gene dives for Ray’s neck, lips touching his skin right at the angle where his shoulder meets.

“Sounds like you want her to know about us,” Ray says, throwing his arms around Gene’s back.

“Not really,” Gene chuckles against his skin. “All I want is for you to be mine.”

He bites the skin a little—just a little—making Ray dig his fingers into Gene’s back. “Be careful. If you leave a mark…”

“If I mark you, it means you’re mine.”

He licks the area, making Ray shudder. Gene thrusts his hips, his cock rubbing against Ray’s, the friction stirring a fire within that begs to burst open. Ray’s breath comes out hot by Gene’s ear.

“I want to be yours, Gene…”