Teach Me to Know Better

18: Low Country

  Mikey and Ray made it to the apartment not long after eight o'clock. It was a very awkward trip up the stairs.   Mikey's ass was at eye level the entirety of their trip upstairs, and Ray. Poor Ray, couldn't avert his eyes. He didn't even try. Mikey was baiting him the whole way. Letting his hips sway a little more than usual.  Mikey was a bit anxious as to where the night would take them, he wouldn't let his imagination get the best of him.  He didn't want to rush, or have Ray with his cute face and his fluffy hair, and his all around large self to be uncomfortable around him. 
He wanted a lot of things with Ray, some of them were dirty. He would admit that, but at the moment he hoped for Rays company. He wants what Ray wants. When they made it to the third floor Mikey fished in his pocket for his keys.  Unlocking the door swiftly and opening the door.  He motioned for Ray to enter the apartment. 
"It's not much, but it's warm and dry."
Ray walked into the apartment looking around the small kitchen. 
"It's nicer than mine, I actually live about three blocks down.  Frank lives about eight down in the opposite direction.  So while you're in a shittier area, the apartments are nicer. It's a conspiracy."
Mikey nodded as he locked up behind them. 
"That's nice to know."  He smiled. 
"I'm sorry if I freaked you out earlier. I kind of panicked." Mikey was putting a few of the clean dishes into the cabinet. Clearing off space on the counter so he could prepare something for the two of them to eat.
"I don't mind that you called. It made me feel a bit special." Mikey hoped that Ray would ignore the faint blush in his cheeks.
"Well you are. So what are you doing?"
"I'm going to make dinner. What would you rather? We have the stuff to make turkey sandwiches, or we could have macaroni and french fries."
"What ever is easier on you." So Mikey began pulling out what he needed. Ray watched from a distance. When he finished he put the two sandwiches on plates, and carried them into the living room where he placed them on the coffee table. He grabbed two glasses and poured the both of them some lemonade.
Ray took his seat on the couch. Looking around the small room, admiring the crate of records next to the television. There was a large stack of DVDs across from him.  They were stacked up against the wall next to a blue straight backed victorian chair. 
Mikey came and sat on the far end of the couch. The both of them ate quietly. Ray hadn't realized how hungry he had been. As he stood to put his dirty plate in the sink, he caught Mikey out of the corner of his eyes looking up at Ray as he turned to walk away.
"So Mikey. What genre of movies do you prefer?" Ray asked as he washed his dish. As he tuned around to return to his seat Mikey was rounding the corner of the island that separated the two rooms.
"I like lots of different types of movies, but of course, horror is my favorite". He had a dorky grin on his face. Ray stood aside to let Mikey get to the sink. Mikey looked Ray up and down where he stood. His boots crossed over one another, with his right leg relaxed and his left holding him up. His ass resting up against the counter top, and his t-shirt riding up a little over his hips.  His jeans hugged him tightly causing some of the flesh there to spill over, as he crossed his arms over his chest.   His  biceps stretching the sleeves of his shirt.  Mikey had to bite his lips so he wouldn't drool.
"I like too many genres to pick a favorite.  I did see that impressive wall of movies.  I'm assuming you already have a movie in mind."  
"I do, actually.  Have you watched Event Horizon?"  Mikey finished at the sink, and dried his hands with a dish towel.  He walked over to the entertainment center and turned on the television.  Ray had a laugh when Mikey pulled the DVD out; only to have  the whole stack tumble into his lap.  He cursed and put them back into their place.   
"I love this movie." He announced as he plopped himself back into the couch.  Only this time he wasn't hugging the opposite arm of the couch, he was almost within Ray's reach. 
They were about half of the way through the movie before Ray began talking.
"This is some off the wall creepy shit.  How is this one of your favorite movies".   Ray was sorta scared, and if getting Mikey to talk to him would help him not be creeped out then that was the plan. 
"It's really not that creepy after you've seen it a few hundred times. Gerard used to watch this movie to go to sleep."
"Coping mechanism?"
"Does my brother seem that damaged?"
"I didn't mean anything by it." Ray was cursing himself internally at the verbal blunder.  "I...", and Mikey cut him off. 
"I'm not upset or anything. He kinda carries his past around on his shoulders. I know you can see that much. I'm just a bit surprised at the topic."
"I know a bit of the story.  I googled the two of you." 
"Ah.  I see." Mikey scratched beneath his ear.
"Yeah." Ray attempted to swallow the dry from his mouth. 
"He's mostly over it, I think."
"I'm sorry that I brought this up." Ray brushed his hair off of his forehead.  His heart beating an uneasy rhythm.
"It was bound to come up at some point.  I'm just thankful that you didn't wait.  It makes it a bit easier for me to tell you later on."
"I know that you also got arrested.  You were charged with two counts of aggravated assault." 
"The courts deemed that I was not in my right mind, and that it was a result of learning about my brothers abuse.   I spent three months in a juvenile hall.  I got out in three weeks.  It was not taken off of my record, so that's why it came up in your search." Rays brain was back tracking. 
"That means that you used a weapon.  A weapon was never mentioned though."
"Well they considered the vase a deadly weapon.  Since I threw it at him.  He also swore I stabbed him."
"Did you?"  Ray was flustered.  He couldn't imagine that Mikey would ever do such a thing.  Mikey laughed.
"Of course not.  He landed on the pieces of the vase." A smile of relief on Mikey's face. He was well aware of how easy it was to talk about, but now there was a little inkling of worry that Ray would judge him. 
"This movie is really creeping me out."   Ray changed the conversation. He smiled over at Mikey, but the anxiety of the conversation they shared still rested in his gut. 
"Are you really scared?"  Mikey let him change the conversation. He was worried that he had just blown everything.  He took it back when Ray scooted closer.  Putting his arm around Mikey's shoulder.  Mikey had never experienced being the small one in the relationship.  He was always too tall, or too lanky.  He reveled in the warmth and comfort that radiated from Ray's large self.
"Just a bit.  Movies about hell are always scary.  I was raised as a Catholic."
"I understand.  I've been there, and done that.  Rebel, rebel.  Turning against the faith your parents instilled in you."
"I'm not even going to say anything."
"Nothing needs to be said." 
"You are clearly flirting with me Michael."
"Oh poor Raymond.  You're naïve.  I've been flirting with you this entire time."
"Yes. Because, 'He has a cute ass', didn't tip me off in the least." Mikey laughed a little louder than usual. Ray blushed, and let his hair fall in front of his face.
"I didn't think you'd heard that." The teen looked up at Mikey from beneath his lashed, and the older mans stomach fluttered. He was too old to have butterflies, and crushes. He was twenty five for christ-sakes. 
"Well I did, and I thought you were attractive.  Even though you were acting like a jerk." 
" I guess I got lucky". Ray had to smile at his comment. They were sitting there, speaking to each other comfortably. Comfort was a foreign feeling to Ray. He was comfortable onstage, plugged into his guitar, and behind the wheel of his car. Frank was his friend, he appreciated his company. There were things that they didn't share, and conversations that weren't had. The two were very close. Even still they kept secrets from one another. Haveing some thing separate from the other was healthy. That's how they operated.
However the comfort seeped into his being, warming his soul. The air in the room an almost uncomfortable warmth. Ray was so relaxed that he felt his eyes lolling back behind his lids.
"We talked through the whole movie." Mikey mumbled. He later back again the arm of the couch. His sock covered feet nudging against Rays knee.
"I was diverting my attention. I don't want to have nightmares." Mikey Way honest-to-god giggled.
"Nightmares? Oh. Hell stuff. Religion. Satan." Ray looked at his incredulously. "A poor little scared altar boy like yourself. Watching horror movies and what-not with a promiscuous man such as myself." Mikey sat up next to Ray. His ankles crossed over one another, and his face much close to Ray's own than he could handle. Then he whispered. "Are you going to tell your priest about us in confession." Ray's face was red and his brain filled with a flood of emotions he didn't really comprehend. Then it hit him, he wasn't being mocked, or made fun of. Mikey was just talking out of his ass. His talk turning to a more direct topic.
"No." Mikey was honestly taken aback. He wasn't expecting and answer. "Because I don't believe that we are going to do anything wrong." Ray and Mikey were caught in each other's eyes.
"Going out with me this Sunday, is that wrong?"
"I don't think so." Mikey was reeling, his hand was resting on on Ray's knee. Ray looked down at the hand, and back up to Mikey's eyes. Suddenly his face seemed closer than it was when he glanced away.
"So if I were to kiss you, would it be wrong?" Ray's breath caught in his throat. He was closer, and getting even closer still.
"No." His voice was barely a whisper.
"And if I do kiss you?  Would you mind?"
"No",  Ray was jittery and ecstatic.
"No, I can't kiss you?"  Mikey asked lowly. 
"Yes, you can." Ray cleared his throat to speak, and his voice came out a bit louder than he intended.  He was afraid it would break the spell they were under. 
"Can I?"  His eyes were dark, and they burned.
"Please?"  Ray actually whimpered.
"I think I'll wait until later."  Mikey smile cracked wide, and rubbed his hand against the grain of Ray's jeans.  Feeling the warmth of his skin through the tight material. 
"You my friend, are a tease." Ray mumbled to himself.  He was obviously dejected.  Mikey found it all amusing, and he also took it as a sign that he could possibly be worth more to Ray than a fling. 
"No my dear, I'm just not the type to kiss on the first date."
"For some reason that surprises me."
"My body my choice."
"This isn't." Ray said as he launched himself at Mikey.  His hands on his ribs tickling him.  The older man let out some sort of screech before the laughter came.  Mikey maneuvered himself so as the could roll over, and pin Ray to the floor.  When the barrage of tickling became too much; Mikey followed through with his plan. 
Ray made a sound of protest when he hit the floor.  The sight of Mikey Way hovering over him made him gasp.  What made him groan right after was that he was half hard in his jeans, and Mikey was sitting on his dick. 
"I win."  He says nonchalantly.  Like he isn't sitting on Ray's dick.  A smug smile replaces the look of victory. 
"Is it hot in here?  Do you feel that?"
"I feel something, and it's not the heat." Mikey barely moved he ass where it rested purposely on Ray's crotch.
"Yeah,  but the heat is getting to me."
"The only hot thing in here is you."  Ray gave Mikey an incredulous look.  "You're making a face, but it's true.  You're giving off a shit ton of body heat right now.
Ray sat up with Mikey still sitting on his lap.  He managed to get a good hold of the couch and stand.  One arm holding himself up and the other gripping Mikey's thigh to hold him up.
Ray walked him over the the counter, and placed him gently.  Letting his hands rest around the backs of his thighs a bit longer than he should have.  Mikey looked deep into him and smiled.  It was a bright smile, it almost looked like it didn't belong on his face.
Ray realized two things right then and there.  Mikey was in control at all times, even when he wasn't.  The thought made him smile inwardly. 
"So you just gonna stand there, or you're just never going to kiss me." 
And Ray did.   It caught Mikey off guard.  He never thought that the shit talking would spur anything more than Ray to be sassy.  However he was wrong.  Ray moved in slowly and Mikey welcomed the kiss.  Mikey wrapped him arms around Ray neck and pulled him in closer.  Ray's heart was pounding, and Mikey hooked his ankle behind Ray's knee.  The kiss was broken when they had to catch their breath.  "Well damn",  was all Mikey could say.  His brain still catching up. 
"I think it was 'later' enough."  Ray mused.
"Yeah." Mikey whispered against his lips.  Their foreheads resting on one another's.  Mikey pulled Ray back in, and deepened the kiss.  He thought to himself, this is what you've been waiting for don't fuck it up.  Ray's hands rested on his waist.  When Mikey pulled away, Ray's bottom lip caught gently between his teeth.  Ray hissed and gripped him tightly.   Ray was no stranger to the male body.  He had been with guys before, but that never went further than heavy petting.
"I'm still a virgin." Ray said through heavy pants.  Mikey's eyes were unfocused and dark.
"You're kidding me right?" Mikey spit out quickly.  "I mean really.  But you're you, and yeah."  He made a vague gesture in Ray's direction. 
"I'm serious."  Ray's voice was a bit strained, just like Mikey's dick in his jeans.
"Jesus fucking wept."