Drawn to You: Cut scene #2

It's highly unusual to share a cut scene for a book that I have not publisher OR finished. But in this case, since you guys know Ray and Josh, I thought I'd make an exception.

Happy Scorpio full moon!

“Let me,” Ray asked.

They were on Josh’s bed, and Ray had shoved Josh’s shirt as far up as it would go, and now his knuckles were brushing the hair leading down his belly. He made the mistake of glancing down his own body just in time to see Ray’s dexterous fingers flick open the button of his jeans. The zip made a hissing sound as it followed and Josh couldn’t look away, the awkward angle of his neck didn’t matter, the—

Ray gulped right above him, drawing his attention at once. He’d been looking down too, but his eyes were on Josh’s now. So dark most of the brown was gone, so intent he wouldn’t have needed anything else to keep Josh pinned down.

Josh exhaled thunderously, because he’d been holding his breath for who knew how long. But he didn’t look away. He couldn’t.

He was still trapped in Ray’s gaze when his friend’s fingers closed around his length, careful but firm, making him jerk in place and shudder, a high-pitched sound breaking out of his mouth. Until Ray’s mouth descended again to drink it, licking even as he kept caressing Josh’s cock way too softly, agonizingly gentle. Josh tossed his head to the side, escaping the kiss so he could pant wetly for oxygen.

Ray stopped, his grip easing a bit more. Josh reached out and closed his own hand over his friend’s, biting his lip at the sensation.

“Yeah?” Ray whispered, breath damp and hot on his cheek.

And Josh turned to look at him and nodded, earning a soft smile and a long delicious pull that had him choking on air.

“Fuck,” Ray mumbled against his cheek, he’d leaned in and was nuzzling at his ear, his hand speeding up and his own cock pressed hot and impossible against Josh’s hip through his clothes. Josh made a despairing sound, right hand trying to find some part of Ray to touch. “Oh, you wanna…”

Ray sounded so uncertain, and he paused for just long enough that Josh could focus his gaze on him. “Hell, yeah,” he told him, so indignant it made Ray snort.

“Okay.” He hesitated above Josh, then he let go and got to his knees, glancing down like he could see Josh’s cock twitching regretfully. Josh ignored his own dick and pulled his t-shirt over his head, squirming to try to get rid of his bottoms until Ray slithered down the bed and tugged them down and off him.

Josh was still waiting for his friend to do the same, but Ray stopped there, watching him with wide covetous eyes. It wasn’t cold, but Josh trembled under the weight of his regard, feeling like every place Ray looked at became his, as if he could own Josh from the tip of his hair to the bottom of his feet by just looking.

“You gonna get a pencil?” he teased, voice rough and desperate.

A soft smile started around Ray’s eyes and ended on a laugh that was as close to anguish as hilarity. His lips parted, but he didn’t speak.

“Take off your shirt?” Josh suggested, and forced his shoulders to relax onto the headboard at his back. Ray could look at him, he could more than look, he could have him.

Ray did what he asked, emerging from the cloth looking a little dazed, like the sudden darkness had somehow been unexpected. His gaze fell to Josh’s groin nearly at once, and Josh barely managed to bite back a laugh. It was… It was nice to be wanted, but part of him also couldn’t understand how much he was affecting Ray. He’d seen Josh naked probably hundreds of times, how could it be all that special now?

Then Ray swallowed and got off the bed, pushing off his own trousers and underwear with nearly military efficiency. And when he looked up, Josh was looking back, his heart thundering, his mouth too wet.

He’d been right, Ray was a grower, nothing monstrous like in that picture, though now he couldn’t but wonder if the veins would be in the same places. He swallowed, licking his lips to make sure he wasn’t making a fool of himself by literally salivating.

And just like that Ray was back on the bed, back on top of him, heavy and hot and wonderful. Josh’s hands came up to grip at his shoulders and bring him closer. There was no cloth to stop him, so he kept going down until he was digging his nails into Ray’s arse, Ray grunted as their cocks aligned at last. Clumsy, uncoordinated, but slick. Because they were both leaking. He could have never guessed how soft another man’s dick could be against his own. Everyone talked about the hardness, didn’t they? But it was the softness he wanted, to get and to give.

Ray was kissing him almost brutally, ravenous, like Josh was his last meal.

“Shhh…” Josh whispered, turning his face. Ray’s lips were against his throat, he realised, and a moment later the shock dissolved. He didn’t care, there was nothing in him that was afraid. “Slow down,” he told Ray, looking at him again.

Ray swallowed, nodding a little, and Josh rewarded him with a smile and got a hand on his cheek and tilted his head to invite him into a kiss. Ray fell into it, slower, just like Josh had asked, but deep, playing with Josh’s molars, then pulling back until he was just using his lips. Teasing with his mouth, and letting his cock drag near Josh’s, but never close enough. He could feel himself making a mess, his body trying to make everything wetter as if that would get him the friction he needed. It wasn’t even planned, really, but Josh planted his feet and lifted his bottom half, twisting them until Ray was under him.

“Like this?” He grinned, straddling Ray’s thighs and gathering their dicks together. It was obscene and beautiful both and it made Ray’s hips thrust up into it, sending jolt of ecstasy through him that had Josh clenching his teeth against a scream. Opening his eyes to watch his hand move upwards again felt like an act of willpower akin to climbing a mountain, but he did it, quivering like he was running a fever, blinking to try to force his eyes to focus. His hand had never felt like this before, not with tons of lube, but of course there was nothing in the world like the softness of Ray’s cock under his own, or the little cut off sounds he was biting his bottom lip to keep contained.

And fuck, Josh didn’t think he could manage to kiss him without knocking their heads together. He stayed where he was, torn between the two impossible sights: Ray with his eyes closed, his head thrown back, the long line of his throat fully exposed—absolutely trusting he was safe, as safe with Josh as if he’d have been alone. Or safer because Josh would have killed anyone who would have taken advantage of his openness—but it was impossible not to think of putting his mouth there. Licking, and kissing, and worshipping. And biting.

He wouldn’t, but fuck he wanted to. So much he could taste the saltiness of Ray’s blood already, feel his body arching as he came because of course he would, when Josh claimed him as his own.

The image might have been enough on its own, but Ray let out a frustrated grunt and reached out with his own miraculous hand, finding the heads of both their erections and getting Josh right in the spot. He erupted, crumbling forward into a shuddering heap, his hand tightening convulsively around them both. He had just enough awareness to feel Ray’s cock pulsing against his own.