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Hands caught in blond hair, Ray pressed his lips hard against Bob's, making out with the other man frantically, mere seconds before they both knew someone would bust through the door to call them to the stage. Just as he felt Bob buck into the thigh he had wedged against his body, a loud bang against the door made Ray jump and fling himself away from Bob. Quickly adjusting themselves, they started out the door, all but running to get to the floor in time, every footfall bringing them closer to the screaming crowd.
"Where the fuck have you two been?" In the half dark, Gerard couldn't see their mussed uniforms they were struggling to right.
"We were distracted," Ray said quickly, grabbing his guitar from where his tech had left it for him.
"Whatever. Everyone, gather around." He knew Gerard's irritation was just pre-show jitters, but Ray and Bob were the first two to be at his side.
Afterward the short ritual high-fives, stage left was just the two of them, fidgeting as the house lights went down and the screams grew louder, chants of their name echoing off the walls.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck, Ray, you have amazingly bad timing." Bob was panting slightly still, his face flushed and his hands were shaking when he picked up his sticks.
Ray laughed; double-checking in the dark that no one could see before he leaned in to kiss him hard once more.
"I promise I'll pay you back afterwards." He spoke into Bob's ear, breath teasing his skin, making Bob shiver. "At least you've got a kit to hide you."
And with that, Ray ran out on stage to start the chords of "The End" behind the enormous black curtain, leaving Bob hanging once again.
The show was fast and energetic, pent up frustration making Ray play that much harder and by the time the set change came, he felt as if he'd just run a mile. As they quick changed to the tune of Blood, Bob came up to grind against his back.
"You better make good on that promise Toro or I swear to God I'll tear you apart." He growled into his ear, jerking Ray's hair to get a moan out of the taller man. And as the lights came up Bob disappeared again to get to his place, leaving Ray half hard once again.
Fresh off the stage, Bob caught Ray by the arm and drug him down the hall. Ray was still panting, trying to wipe the sweat off himself as they all but ran out of the venue and onto the bus. Bob unlocked the door and pulled Ray in before slamming the door shut and dead bolting it against any one else entering. The guys would get the hint.
Conscious of the light interior and open windows, Bob pushed Ray back towards the bunks, checking along the way to be sure no one else was there. Once in the back, he all but threw Ray onto the couch and straddled his hips before capturing Ray in a heated open-mouthed kiss.
Beneath him, Ray moaned and slid his hands under Bob's sweaty shirt to claw at his skin. Bob ground down against the half erection his lover was sporting and wrapped his fingers in Ray's curls.
After a few minutes, in which Ray had managed to get Bob's shirt worked up to his armpits, Bob let go of Ray's hair to begin working on his pants. Ray broke the kiss to pull the other's shirt up and ran his hands over the exposed skin, attaching his lips to Bob's throat.
"Fuck," Bob breathed, fingers fumbling on the button of Ray's jeans to simply press his palms heavily into his hips.
Ray chuckled and found his way beneath his waistband, running his fingertips over the pale skin in front of him. He flicked the button of Bob's black cut offs open with ease and slid his hand inside to finally, finally, rub his palm over his bare cock, making Bob jerk his hips forward and head back and let out the deep moan he's been waiting to hear for the past two hours.
Ray broke his connection with Bob's neck to push him to his feet and strip him entirely, pulling his pants and boxers off his soft hips. Meanwhile, his shirt was being pulled over his head and Bob dropped to his knees and tried to yank his jeans off in one swift movement.
"Hold up. Let me help." Ray laughed a little, lifting himself to pull his pants down further, leaving him in his underwear with his cock barely visible through the slit in the front.
Bob glared at him. "Fuck you Toro. I've been waiting for fucking hours to get your dick in my mouth and I'll be damned if something stupid like your jeans gets in my way. Now spread your god damned legs and let me suck you, fucker."
Ray threw his head back in a full-bodied laugh that had Bob swatting his thighs in anger, but he spread his knees, allowing Bob to lean forward and wrap a callused hand around him and put his dick out. Ray's laugh turned into a moan and his hands twitched when Bob's tongue connected with the underside of the head. His fingers clenched handfuls of the cheap fabric and foam of the couch into balls as the blond worked on Ray, bringing his already hard erection closer to the end with every pass of his tongue and hot breath across his skin.
"Jesus Christ Bob."
Ray's eyes squeezed shut and his jaw ground his teeth when Bob slid a finger back to prod at his hole, teasing his entrance with light pressure while he licked at the head of his cock. His hips jerked forward slightly and his ass muscles clenched, the warning for Bob that his partner was about to come, making him pull back and rest his head on Ray's thigh, working his hand over his cock to finish him off.
With a loud groan, Ray came heavily over Bob's fist, jerking forward and pulling at the cushions before sagging back down and breathing heavily. Bob leaned forward and grabbed some of the McDonald's napkins someone had left on the small table by the door to clean up the mess, wiping off his hand and Ray's dick while the other man recovered.
"Get up here Bob or I might just die from lack of contact."
Bob chuckled and climbed back into Ray's lap, his own dick pressing against their sweaty chests while they made out some more, a little less frantic this time, a little more personal.
"You still haven't paid me back for getting me worked up like that fucker," Bob whispered after a few minutes, not so subtly pushing forward so Ray was very aware of how much Bob enjoyed sucking him off.
"Hmmm. Well, I can't have that now can I?" Ray pushed him over onto the couch so he was semi-sprawled on the cushions. Bob laughed hoarsely, petting a hand through Ray's hair and guiding him up to his cock.
"Not at all. Because then I might have to hate you and if that happens, who am I gonna get to get me off?"
Whatever replies Ray might have had and whatever amount of care for an answer Bob had flew out the proverbial window when Ray's full lips wrapped around his dick and Bob let out another moan. Tonight was definitely worth the wait.
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