Title: the problem with 'happily ever after'
Pairing: Ray/Robbie
Rating: R ( I'm back baby, bring on the porn)
Notes: Set after 'The Awful Truth', Robbie and Ray talk it out, yeah 'talk' *cough* assumes you've read 'Summer Lovin' (ha ha, I've established my own damn fanon)
Notes2: for Brittney (the ever amazing CharmSkoolGrad) because it's her ship and she really loves these two boys together. And because I've written this just for her, she's going to enter my fic-a-thon, because that's just common manners.
Notes3: You know all that Robbie/Kim stuff that's been happening in canon lately? Ick, that's all been a figment of your imagination. Kim? Kim who? There isn't a Kim here, no sir!
the problem with 'happily ever after'
"Honey!" Ray's mother called up the stairs, "Robbie's here" He could hear the thud, thud, thud as Robbie ascended the stairs, deliberate movements, a gentle cadence meant not to alarm Ray. The simple fact that Robbie felt the need to be that comforting told Ray all he needed to know about the conversation they were about to have. Where was a conveniently timed house fire when you need one?
Robbie doesn't even bother knocking; he never has before, so why bother now, he just walks in and sits down on Ray's bed. The casualness he's trying to radiate would be convincing, if Ray couldn't see just how tightly clenched his back muscles are.
"So... You okay man?" Robbie asks, again going for casual and failing miserably. Ray knows how Robbie sounds when they're just talking and he knows how different that sound is from when they're *talking*.
"Of course I am, why wouldn't I be?" Ray answers, also trying to sound casual. He knows it's just as futile as Robbie's attempt at casualness, they've been best friends for years, they know each other to well for games like this.
"C'mon Ray, you were entitled to be upset. Maybe trying to punch Travis wasn't the best way to do it but..."
"I just don't fucking get it!" Ray explodes, punching the pillows next to him and leaning forward. "What's so fucking attractive about Travis Strong? I mean, he's weird, you can barely hold a conversation with him and he's weird!"
"Ray, Lily can't help how she feels, and she doesn't actually know how she feels about him. It could turn out to be nothing." Robbie sounds so cool and collected and if it weren't for the hand that he put on Ray's knee, Ray wouldn't know that his heart rate has just sky rocketed, he wouldn't have been able to feel Robbie's palms break out in a sweat.
"I'm not just talking about Lily, Robbie." Ray tells him and moves his hand off his knee. He leans back against the wall at the head of his bed and brings his knees up to his chin.
Robbie looks kind of stricken and Ray thinks he might have broken him until Robbie clears his throat a little. "And here I thought you were inattentive."
"Doesn't take a 'sexy little Sherlock' to figure out something that obvious Robbie. I mean, you're practically panting over him, it's kind of gross really."
"You never had a problem with my feelings towards guys before," Robbie throws out, desperation making him a little mean.
"You weren't crushing on Travis Strong before," Ray replies and looks into Robbie's eyes. Robbie gasps a little and looks down at his hands.
"Ray, you aren't... I mean you don't... We aren't... This isn't a jealousy thing. Is it?"
"Of course it's a jealousy thing, just, not like you're thinking. I don't think of you like *that*. Well, not exactly, but, it's special you know?" He looks at Robbie as he says this and it looks like Robbie knows what he's talking about so he continues. "I've never done *anything* like that with anyone else and I know you haven't either and I like to think about that sometimes. Sometimes I'll just be here and I'll be thinking about everything and how crazy my life's gotten and then I think of you... of us and that's all so simple. It helps, to know you trust me this much, that we're this close. It helps when Lily ignores me and my brother beats me up and my dad pulls one of his 'why can't you just be like a brennon' faces, it helps to remember that there's someone who thinks so much of me, they're willing to let me be their first."
Robbie's quiet for a few moments, collecting his thoughts and trying to assimilate the new information. He never knew it mattered this much to Ray, sure it meant a lot to him, this was 'research' of a sort for his future life as a happy, healthy, bisexual man, but he didn't know Ray thought about. He didn't know used to anchor him when life got too bizarre.
"I wanted you to fall in love with me," Robbie finally lets out. "I used to dream about how cool it would be, if you fell in love with me and we could do... this," and Robbie gestured between the two of them, "forever. Ray and Robbie, like it's always been." At the stricken, shocked look on Ray's face Robbie laughs. "I never felt that way about you. Don't worry, you weren't leading me on or anything. I just thought, if you fell in love with me, I'd fall in love with you and we'd... you know, live happily ever after. Kinda dumb huh?"
Ray just shakes his head and reaches out with one hand to grab the back of Robbie's neck. He pulls him forward and rests their foreheads against each other.
"It isn't dumb Robbie, it's... God, you wanted to live happily ever after with *me*?" Robbie laughs and Ray can feel it deep inside him, the vibrations traveling from his forehead down to his toes. It's a warm, happy feeling and Ray clutches it close, never wanting to let it go.
Robbie catches his eye and smiles, he remembers when they were younger and how he used to make Ray play with his female action figures. Ray would always want to be the boy, so he'd dress her in jeans and loose t-shirts and they'd call her 'him' and only then would Ray play. He remembers the time they staged a mock wedding between the 'boy' action figure and one of his girl ones. The 'groom' wore the same jeans and loose t-shirt he always wore but the bride had a long white dress. They said their 'I do's' and kissed and Ray and Robbie threw bits of confetti. Then they got distracted and had a confetti war. They had been so busy quickly cleaning up the confetti before Robbie's mother got home that they completely forgot about the action figures and the wedding.
Ray and him are kind of like that, they started this thing, and then got to busy with other things to really see it through. They aren't going to kiss and ride off into the sunset together, happily ever after isn't going to be their moniker. But Robbie does want this, this depth of friendship that they've established, he'd do almost anything to keep it. He kisses Ray and looks away.
"I'll find some one eventually," Robbie tells him, "maybe it'll be a boy and maybe it'll be a girl, but I won't always be alone."
"C'mon Robbie," Ray says, taking his hand, "You're never alone. You always have me."
And Robbie believes that, believes with all his heart that Ray would do anything for him, no matter what. So he kisses him again and pulls Ray's body against his, flattening it out and molding it against him.
Ray's lips are soft and warm, like they always are and the idea of ever kissing any one else is kind of scary, because no one will ever taste like Ray and Ray's lips taste so *right*. Ray's hands running over his arms and down his thighs are just as warm as they've always been and Robbie gets hard just thinking about them. And when Ray starts to fondle him through his jeans, riding the bulge with the heel of his hand, Robbie knows he wants more. Wants *everything* and he grips Ray's wrist hard to still him.
"Ray, I want... inside me," he gasps out and Ray looks shocked for about 5 seconds and then he's kissing Robbie *hard* and *desperate* and he's fumbling with the zippers and buttons on their jeans and Robbie laughs. "It's not a speed contest," he tells him and untangles himself to stand up, "it'll still be there in 5 minutes."
"I didn't want you to change your mind," Ray breathes out, shucking out of his jeans, "I mean this is..."
"Yeah it is," Robbie replies continuing to strip out of his clothes, "and I want it to be with some one special."
Ray can't say anything, can't move, can't even breathe. He wants it to *be* special for him, wants him to always look back on this and smile, or laugh, or get hard, or... something positive. And then it hits him.
"Mom!" he calls from the doorway, "can Robbie stay the night?" Robbie's stopped moving behind him and Ray can feel him staring.
"Are you two doing something?" his mother calls back from downstairs and Ray fights hard not to blush.
"Not right now, but we're playing basketball tomorrow and we want to get there early." Ray thinks he sounds normal, but he also might sound a little crazy.
"Okay honey, I'll be sure and make pancakes tomorrow," his mother finally answers and Ray closes the door.
"You didn't have to do that you know," Robbie says from where he's sitting on the bed, completely naked and unbelievably vulnerable looking, "I mean we've never..."
"Maybe we should've," Ray answers and continues to strip out of his clothing. He joins Robbie on his bed and kisses him.
All the awkwardness melts away under that kiss because this is familiar and they've been here before. The whole dynamic of this *thing* is that it isn't awkward. So they kiss and stroke and writhe and grind, and it's just as nice as it's always been. Ray's skin sweat slick and salty against Robbie's cock, against his tongue. The slide of their bodies as they rub together, making Robbie moan and arch, baring his throat. Ray licks it while wrapping his fingers around Robbie's cock, pumping and licking and stroking and biting and Robbie arches and writhes and shoves his hand in his mouth to keep from moaning too loud.
Robbie cums just like he always does, like a freight train, like an angel, like he's only come *alive* at this very moment of being. It's beautiful and frightening and, as always, so undeniably *right* that Ray shakes with it. And he feels like he'd fly to pieces with the shaking but Robbie grabs his wrist and lets his eyes flick over to Ray's end table.
And here's the moment of truth, because sure, in theory, Ray knows what to do, but theory and practice are to completely different things. This is his best friends *virginity* here, it isn't something to be trifled with, this isn't something he can fuck up, because there is no do-over.
So he gets the hand lotion out of his bedside table and strokes Robbie's thighs. "How do you want to...?" he begins and can't finish, he's blushing a little when he looks into Robbie's eyes, his hooded, sated eyes, he relaxes.
"Like this," Robbie says, gesturing to how he's laying on his back.
"Umm, didn't those books of yours say...,"Ray begins only to get cut off.
"Everyone who's giving their virginity to Ray Brennon, raise their hands. Look at that, there's me and... me, just do it how I want." And he draws his knees up.
Ray takes a deep breath and starts to slick his finger. Robbie's opening doesn't look anywhere near large enough for him to put anything with any amount of comfort, but he tries anyway. He gently presses in and moves it back and forth. Robbie's relaxed, but he isn't enjoying it so much as taking it, Ray wants desperately to change that. He moves his fingers around, trying to find the 'prostrate' he and Robbie had read so much about while bending at the waist.
He takes Robbie's semi-flaccid cock between his lips and begins to work it with his tongue. Ray had never particularly liked doing this, Robbie could suck cock for hours with a smile on his face, but Ray... he usually only did it for the sake of reciprocity. Not tonight though. Tonight, Ray wants to do it, wants to give Robbie something even remotely close in preciousness as what Robbie's giving to him. So he works Robbie's cock, swirling his tongue over the head and swallowing every drop of precome and works another finger into Robbie's tight body. He has to work hard to keep Robbie away from the edge. He wants to feel Robbie cum around him, wants to ride out the shudders he gets when aftershocks hit him.
So he adds more lotion and pushes three fingers in and Robbie winces a little, but it goes away once Ray hit's his prostrate and picks up the avid sucking. He let's his cock fall from his lips as he continues to work his fingers deeper inside him. His mouth glides over Robbie's pubic bone and the crease of his thigh. It settles on the inside of his thigh and he leaves a sucking kiss there. Robbie jumps slightly at that and grasps onto Rays wrist.
There's no questioning the look Robbie gives him so Ray gently withdraws his fingers and starts slicking up his cock. There's a moment of awkwardness while they try and decide where to put Robbie's legs and it's so much like the *very* first time, at camp, when it was so hot and Robbie's pants just would. Not. Come. Off. They laugh, long and hard and Robbie puts his legs on either side of Ray's hips, slides a pillow underneath himself and angles his hips *up*.
It's as close to an invitation as Ray's going to get so he goes for it. Guides himself to Robbie's opening and tries to gently push inside. It isn't smooth and it isn't quick, but Ray does get in. *HOT* *TIGHT* *AMAZING* and Robbie's wince makes him feel bad for feeling so good. So he strokes Robbie's cock and slowly begins to move himself in and out. He angles his hips to try and get the right angle and when he hears Robbie let out a gasp he knows he's found it.
And they settle into a rhythm, Robbie rocking himself back and forth into it and wrapping his legs around Ray, so tight, Ray starts to worry about his circulation. Ray's trying to be gentle, but Robbie seems to know what he likes and maybe they aren't going to win any medals for technique, but it feels *right* in the way that sex with Robbie always has. He gives into the desire to just lose himself in the sensations and begins to pump in and out of the tight, hot, body underneath him.
It's the first time they've ever done this and it feels like goodbye. It feels like they might never do anything like this again and Robbie tries desperately not to cry out as Ray stabs at his prostrate, over and over, and Ray seals his mouth over Robbie's to cut off the noise. And maybe Ray's mouth tastes like unshed tears, but it could just be the lingering salt- taste of Robbie's precome. And the way Ray's attacking the side of his neck *could* be proprietary, but it could just as easily be the desperate need to cum.
And just before he cums into the tight heat of Ray's fist over his cock Robbie flashes back to the action figures and wonders what would have happened next, if the confetti hadn't gotten in the way. Ray keeps pumping into him after he's cum and he tightens his legs around Ray's waist and thrusts back, once. Twice. Three times and then he feels it. Ray... cumming *inside* him. So deep, and so full and it feel like he might never be able to get Ray out completely. The look in Ray's eyes as he cums, tells Robbie that that's probably the point.
It isn't awkward when Ray pulls out and leans over towards the floor. He picks up a shirt and cleans them both up. Robbie blushes when Ray reaches between his legs and Ray laughs.
"Bit late for that isn't it McGrath?" he laughs, and throws the t-shirt across the room. He pulls Robbie close to him and puts his arms around Robbie's chest. He doesn't fall asleep right away and when he feels Robbie shift slightly he decides it's okay to ask him some thing.
"Hey Robbie?" he starts and at Robbie's grunt of acknowledgement he continues, "Promise me you'll be careful with Travis... okay? I'm not saying you can't... you know, just, be careful."
Robbie just kisses him and smiles and snuggles in deeper. The pancakes in the morning are excellent, but they're nothing compared to the fact that Robbie wears one of Ray's t-shirts home, and that he's wearing it again on Monday when Ray stops him in the hall. And it's like a secret, but it's also like the end of an era, and Robbie tries not to think about his action figures.
Pairing: Ray/Robbie
Rating: R ( I'm back baby, bring on the porn)
Notes: Set after 'The Awful Truth', Robbie and Ray talk it out, yeah 'talk' *cough* assumes you've read 'Summer Lovin' (ha ha, I've established my own damn fanon)
Notes2: for Brittney (the ever amazing CharmSkoolGrad) because it's her ship and she really loves these two boys together. And because I've written this just for her, she's going to enter my fic-a-thon, because that's just common manners.
Notes3: You know all that Robbie/Kim stuff that's been happening in canon lately? Ick, that's all been a figment of your imagination. Kim? Kim who? There isn't a Kim here, no sir!
the problem with 'happily ever after'
"Honey!" Ray's mother called up the stairs, "Robbie's here" He could hear the thud, thud, thud as Robbie ascended the stairs, deliberate movements, a gentle cadence meant not to alarm Ray. The simple fact that Robbie felt the need to be that comforting told Ray all he needed to know about the conversation they were about to have. Where was a conveniently timed house fire when you need one?
Robbie doesn't even bother knocking; he never has before, so why bother now, he just walks in and sits down on Ray's bed. The casualness he's trying to radiate would be convincing, if Ray couldn't see just how tightly clenched his back muscles are.
"So... You okay man?" Robbie asks, again going for casual and failing miserably. Ray knows how Robbie sounds when they're just talking and he knows how different that sound is from when they're *talking*.
"Of course I am, why wouldn't I be?" Ray answers, also trying to sound casual. He knows it's just as futile as Robbie's attempt at casualness, they've been best friends for years, they know each other to well for games like this.
"C'mon Ray, you were entitled to be upset. Maybe trying to punch Travis wasn't the best way to do it but..."
"I just don't fucking get it!" Ray explodes, punching the pillows next to him and leaning forward. "What's so fucking attractive about Travis Strong? I mean, he's weird, you can barely hold a conversation with him and he's weird!"
"Ray, Lily can't help how she feels, and she doesn't actually know how she feels about him. It could turn out to be nothing." Robbie sounds so cool and collected and if it weren't for the hand that he put on Ray's knee, Ray wouldn't know that his heart rate has just sky rocketed, he wouldn't have been able to feel Robbie's palms break out in a sweat.
"I'm not just talking about Lily, Robbie." Ray tells him and moves his hand off his knee. He leans back against the wall at the head of his bed and brings his knees up to his chin.
Robbie looks kind of stricken and Ray thinks he might have broken him until Robbie clears his throat a little. "And here I thought you were inattentive."
"Doesn't take a 'sexy little Sherlock' to figure out something that obvious Robbie. I mean, you're practically panting over him, it's kind of gross really."
"You never had a problem with my feelings towards guys before," Robbie throws out, desperation making him a little mean.
"You weren't crushing on Travis Strong before," Ray replies and looks into Robbie's eyes. Robbie gasps a little and looks down at his hands.
"Ray, you aren't... I mean you don't... We aren't... This isn't a jealousy thing. Is it?"
"Of course it's a jealousy thing, just, not like you're thinking. I don't think of you like *that*. Well, not exactly, but, it's special you know?" He looks at Robbie as he says this and it looks like Robbie knows what he's talking about so he continues. "I've never done *anything* like that with anyone else and I know you haven't either and I like to think about that sometimes. Sometimes I'll just be here and I'll be thinking about everything and how crazy my life's gotten and then I think of you... of us and that's all so simple. It helps, to know you trust me this much, that we're this close. It helps when Lily ignores me and my brother beats me up and my dad pulls one of his 'why can't you just be like a brennon' faces, it helps to remember that there's someone who thinks so much of me, they're willing to let me be their first."
Robbie's quiet for a few moments, collecting his thoughts and trying to assimilate the new information. He never knew it mattered this much to Ray, sure it meant a lot to him, this was 'research' of a sort for his future life as a happy, healthy, bisexual man, but he didn't know Ray thought about. He didn't know used to anchor him when life got too bizarre.
"I wanted you to fall in love with me," Robbie finally lets out. "I used to dream about how cool it would be, if you fell in love with me and we could do... this," and Robbie gestured between the two of them, "forever. Ray and Robbie, like it's always been." At the stricken, shocked look on Ray's face Robbie laughs. "I never felt that way about you. Don't worry, you weren't leading me on or anything. I just thought, if you fell in love with me, I'd fall in love with you and we'd... you know, live happily ever after. Kinda dumb huh?"
Ray just shakes his head and reaches out with one hand to grab the back of Robbie's neck. He pulls him forward and rests their foreheads against each other.
"It isn't dumb Robbie, it's... God, you wanted to live happily ever after with *me*?" Robbie laughs and Ray can feel it deep inside him, the vibrations traveling from his forehead down to his toes. It's a warm, happy feeling and Ray clutches it close, never wanting to let it go.
Robbie catches his eye and smiles, he remembers when they were younger and how he used to make Ray play with his female action figures. Ray would always want to be the boy, so he'd dress her in jeans and loose t-shirts and they'd call her 'him' and only then would Ray play. He remembers the time they staged a mock wedding between the 'boy' action figure and one of his girl ones. The 'groom' wore the same jeans and loose t-shirt he always wore but the bride had a long white dress. They said their 'I do's' and kissed and Ray and Robbie threw bits of confetti. Then they got distracted and had a confetti war. They had been so busy quickly cleaning up the confetti before Robbie's mother got home that they completely forgot about the action figures and the wedding.
Ray and him are kind of like that, they started this thing, and then got to busy with other things to really see it through. They aren't going to kiss and ride off into the sunset together, happily ever after isn't going to be their moniker. But Robbie does want this, this depth of friendship that they've established, he'd do almost anything to keep it. He kisses Ray and looks away.
"I'll find some one eventually," Robbie tells him, "maybe it'll be a boy and maybe it'll be a girl, but I won't always be alone."
"C'mon Robbie," Ray says, taking his hand, "You're never alone. You always have me."
And Robbie believes that, believes with all his heart that Ray would do anything for him, no matter what. So he kisses him again and pulls Ray's body against his, flattening it out and molding it against him.
Ray's lips are soft and warm, like they always are and the idea of ever kissing any one else is kind of scary, because no one will ever taste like Ray and Ray's lips taste so *right*. Ray's hands running over his arms and down his thighs are just as warm as they've always been and Robbie gets hard just thinking about them. And when Ray starts to fondle him through his jeans, riding the bulge with the heel of his hand, Robbie knows he wants more. Wants *everything* and he grips Ray's wrist hard to still him.
"Ray, I want... inside me," he gasps out and Ray looks shocked for about 5 seconds and then he's kissing Robbie *hard* and *desperate* and he's fumbling with the zippers and buttons on their jeans and Robbie laughs. "It's not a speed contest," he tells him and untangles himself to stand up, "it'll still be there in 5 minutes."
"I didn't want you to change your mind," Ray breathes out, shucking out of his jeans, "I mean this is..."
"Yeah it is," Robbie replies continuing to strip out of his clothes, "and I want it to be with some one special."
Ray can't say anything, can't move, can't even breathe. He wants it to *be* special for him, wants him to always look back on this and smile, or laugh, or get hard, or... something positive. And then it hits him.
"Mom!" he calls from the doorway, "can Robbie stay the night?" Robbie's stopped moving behind him and Ray can feel him staring.
"Are you two doing something?" his mother calls back from downstairs and Ray fights hard not to blush.
"Not right now, but we're playing basketball tomorrow and we want to get there early." Ray thinks he sounds normal, but he also might sound a little crazy.
"Okay honey, I'll be sure and make pancakes tomorrow," his mother finally answers and Ray closes the door.
"You didn't have to do that you know," Robbie says from where he's sitting on the bed, completely naked and unbelievably vulnerable looking, "I mean we've never..."
"Maybe we should've," Ray answers and continues to strip out of his clothing. He joins Robbie on his bed and kisses him.
All the awkwardness melts away under that kiss because this is familiar and they've been here before. The whole dynamic of this *thing* is that it isn't awkward. So they kiss and stroke and writhe and grind, and it's just as nice as it's always been. Ray's skin sweat slick and salty against Robbie's cock, against his tongue. The slide of their bodies as they rub together, making Robbie moan and arch, baring his throat. Ray licks it while wrapping his fingers around Robbie's cock, pumping and licking and stroking and biting and Robbie arches and writhes and shoves his hand in his mouth to keep from moaning too loud.
Robbie cums just like he always does, like a freight train, like an angel, like he's only come *alive* at this very moment of being. It's beautiful and frightening and, as always, so undeniably *right* that Ray shakes with it. And he feels like he'd fly to pieces with the shaking but Robbie grabs his wrist and lets his eyes flick over to Ray's end table.
And here's the moment of truth, because sure, in theory, Ray knows what to do, but theory and practice are to completely different things. This is his best friends *virginity* here, it isn't something to be trifled with, this isn't something he can fuck up, because there is no do-over.
So he gets the hand lotion out of his bedside table and strokes Robbie's thighs. "How do you want to...?" he begins and can't finish, he's blushing a little when he looks into Robbie's eyes, his hooded, sated eyes, he relaxes.
"Like this," Robbie says, gesturing to how he's laying on his back.
"Umm, didn't those books of yours say...,"Ray begins only to get cut off.
"Everyone who's giving their virginity to Ray Brennon, raise their hands. Look at that, there's me and... me, just do it how I want." And he draws his knees up.
Ray takes a deep breath and starts to slick his finger. Robbie's opening doesn't look anywhere near large enough for him to put anything with any amount of comfort, but he tries anyway. He gently presses in and moves it back and forth. Robbie's relaxed, but he isn't enjoying it so much as taking it, Ray wants desperately to change that. He moves his fingers around, trying to find the 'prostrate' he and Robbie had read so much about while bending at the waist.
He takes Robbie's semi-flaccid cock between his lips and begins to work it with his tongue. Ray had never particularly liked doing this, Robbie could suck cock for hours with a smile on his face, but Ray... he usually only did it for the sake of reciprocity. Not tonight though. Tonight, Ray wants to do it, wants to give Robbie something even remotely close in preciousness as what Robbie's giving to him. So he works Robbie's cock, swirling his tongue over the head and swallowing every drop of precome and works another finger into Robbie's tight body. He has to work hard to keep Robbie away from the edge. He wants to feel Robbie cum around him, wants to ride out the shudders he gets when aftershocks hit him.
So he adds more lotion and pushes three fingers in and Robbie winces a little, but it goes away once Ray hit's his prostrate and picks up the avid sucking. He let's his cock fall from his lips as he continues to work his fingers deeper inside him. His mouth glides over Robbie's pubic bone and the crease of his thigh. It settles on the inside of his thigh and he leaves a sucking kiss there. Robbie jumps slightly at that and grasps onto Rays wrist.
There's no questioning the look Robbie gives him so Ray gently withdraws his fingers and starts slicking up his cock. There's a moment of awkwardness while they try and decide where to put Robbie's legs and it's so much like the *very* first time, at camp, when it was so hot and Robbie's pants just would. Not. Come. Off. They laugh, long and hard and Robbie puts his legs on either side of Ray's hips, slides a pillow underneath himself and angles his hips *up*.
It's as close to an invitation as Ray's going to get so he goes for it. Guides himself to Robbie's opening and tries to gently push inside. It isn't smooth and it isn't quick, but Ray does get in. *HOT* *TIGHT* *AMAZING* and Robbie's wince makes him feel bad for feeling so good. So he strokes Robbie's cock and slowly begins to move himself in and out. He angles his hips to try and get the right angle and when he hears Robbie let out a gasp he knows he's found it.
And they settle into a rhythm, Robbie rocking himself back and forth into it and wrapping his legs around Ray, so tight, Ray starts to worry about his circulation. Ray's trying to be gentle, but Robbie seems to know what he likes and maybe they aren't going to win any medals for technique, but it feels *right* in the way that sex with Robbie always has. He gives into the desire to just lose himself in the sensations and begins to pump in and out of the tight, hot, body underneath him.
It's the first time they've ever done this and it feels like goodbye. It feels like they might never do anything like this again and Robbie tries desperately not to cry out as Ray stabs at his prostrate, over and over, and Ray seals his mouth over Robbie's to cut off the noise. And maybe Ray's mouth tastes like unshed tears, but it could just be the lingering salt- taste of Robbie's precome. And the way Ray's attacking the side of his neck *could* be proprietary, but it could just as easily be the desperate need to cum.
And just before he cums into the tight heat of Ray's fist over his cock Robbie flashes back to the action figures and wonders what would have happened next, if the confetti hadn't gotten in the way. Ray keeps pumping into him after he's cum and he tightens his legs around Ray's waist and thrusts back, once. Twice. Three times and then he feels it. Ray... cumming *inside* him. So deep, and so full and it feel like he might never be able to get Ray out completely. The look in Ray's eyes as he cums, tells Robbie that that's probably the point.
It isn't awkward when Ray pulls out and leans over towards the floor. He picks up a shirt and cleans them both up. Robbie blushes when Ray reaches between his legs and Ray laughs.
"Bit late for that isn't it McGrath?" he laughs, and throws the t-shirt across the room. He pulls Robbie close to him and puts his arms around Robbie's chest. He doesn't fall asleep right away and when he feels Robbie shift slightly he decides it's okay to ask him some thing.
"Hey Robbie?" he starts and at Robbie's grunt of acknowledgement he continues, "Promise me you'll be careful with Travis... okay? I'm not saying you can't... you know, just, be careful."
Robbie just kisses him and smiles and snuggles in deeper. The pancakes in the morning are excellent, but they're nothing compared to the fact that Robbie wears one of Ray's t-shirts home, and that he's wearing it again on Monday when Ray stops him in the hall. And it's like a secret, but it's also like the end of an era, and Robbie tries not to think about his action figures.
