Ray already had feelings for the boy who lived next door. The boy who didn't know how curtains worked. Ray would always gaze out his bedroom window, watching the boy as he danced around his room, or when he played bass.
The one night that changed everything, was when Ray noticed the boy with a towel wrapped around his waist. He couldn't help himself but to watch him. To his surprise, he dropped the towel. He was wearing boxers, but that didn't stop Ray from almost drooling at the sight of him.
His black hair was sticking up everywhere, obviously he had towel dried it. His pale body was so gorgeous. His cute pudgy belly showed he was healthy, his adorable chubby thighs and his hips. Oh god his hips. They were so curvy, Ray just wanted to hold his hips while he kissed him.
He watched him walk out of his room and he sighed. He continued reading the book he was reading when he saw him walk back into the room, wearing black leather jeans that showed off his curves beautifully, a white shirt that said 'babydoll' ( FuhkSociety our imagines lmaoo) and a spiky collar.
Holy fucking god. He watched him as he picked up his silver, glittery bass. Ray was incaptivated. He watched his fingers move fast up and down the frets, and as his mouth fell open, showing his small but sharp teeth.
Ray had never been so fucking attracted to a person in his entire life. He just couldn't look away from him. He wanted to kiss the boys soft lips, caress his curvy hips, kiss his stomach, feel his chubby thighs.
Ray got so lost in his thoughts that he didn't realise that the boy had stopped playing and was staring at him. Ray snapped out of it and made eye contact with the boy before his face flushed red and he closed his curtains.
