FRERARD/RIKEY SMUT

Against The Wall (Rikey)

A\N: I am back with another story, but this is Rikey. I personally ship Rikey more than Petekey. Is that just me?

Mikey's POV:
Before I knew it, I was slammed against the wall with Ray's lips on mine. Our jeans were growing much tighter than they were a minute ago. We had a long concert, and instead of staying at the hotel with Gerard and Frank, we went to my apartment. Shivers went down my spine when I heard the familiar sound of a zipper coming loose. I quickly flipped us over where I was now topping Ray. He smirked at me, a hint of ambition and list in his eyes. Sweat beads dripped down his face, and created the prettiest sight I had ever seen.
"Hot show," I said, referring to the concert.
"Yes, yes you are," Ray said, his smirk was replaced with a giggle.
That's it! He is going to get it. I grabbed Ray's neck, pushing him harder against the creaky wall. I gave him a stern look, but he just kept on smiling. Luckily, Ray got the idea and ripped his shirt over his head. Our shirts and jeans were off and we were fully exposed in our boxers. I pinned Ray's arms above his head and kissed along his jawline, making my way down to his v-line.
"Hurry up!" Ray shouted. With that our boxers came off and Ray's chest was against the wall. With his back to me, I spit on my hand, too lazy to get lube. I slammed into Ray, earning a squeal of pleasure and pain, which soon became just pleasure. I started to stroke Ray teasingly as he was getting weaker in the knees. The only way he was still standing was because of me holding his hips firmly against mine. Later, Ray's muffled moans stopped and soon did mine as we came into each other's hands.