Sitting on Ray's living room couch, Daria playing softly on the television as his head layed in my lap, my fingers playing with his dreads, loving the feeling beneath my fingers. Ray's little brother snored quietly on the smaller couch to the left of us, finally coming down from his sugar high.
"How's you cut healing." I finally spoke up, grazing my fingers over the bandage that hid the wound on the left side of his head. "Could be better." Ray mumbled, turning his head to look up at me. His brown eyes boring into mine. His brown skin, and gold chain glistening in the dim lighting of his living room.
Looking away, I tried to focus on the newest episode of Daria being displayed on television, my fingers still entangled in Rays locks. Sitting up Ray took my face into his hands, as he proceeded to kiss me. Our tongues fought for dominance, as we showed our love through our kiss. Biting down on Ray's bottom lip, I pulled away, taking in Ray's now disheveled appearance. A laugh escaped my lips, noticing my gloss now all over Ray's lips. "What's so funny?" Ray chuckled, twisting his hair in between his pointer finger and thumb. "My lip gloss all over your lips." I grinned, taking my thumb and swiping it off of his plump lips.
"Let's go out back." Ray stated, grabbing my hand and leading me to his backyard. Laying down on the grass, and pulling me on top of him, we sat in silence. Enjoying the sounds and atmosphere of LA at night. "Do you see a long future with us?" I mumbled into the crook of Ray's neck, his hands resting comfortably on my ass. A chuckle left Ray's lips before he responded, "you think I'd be going through all this hell if it wasn't." He responded back, trailing light kisses up the side of my neck.
"I love you." I suddenly blurted, after moments of silence between Ray and I, besides the slight noises I made while Ray created hickeys on my neck. "I love you back." Ray replied, a giggle escaped my lips as he smacked my ass playfully. Taking his head into my hands I proceeded to peck his lips multiple times.
Rolling us over Ray now hovered above me, his arms positioned right above my head, as his gold chain dangled and glistened between us. He now wore a smirk upon his handsome face, a glazed over look now in both of our eyes. "We've got thirty more minutes until my mom gets back." Ray mumbled, as he connected my lips with his. "We only need 15." He continued, as we both removed our shirts.
That night, was another reminder of what it felt like to be with Ray. What it felt like to make love. You don't make love to toys, you fuck toys. And that night I knew my decision had been made of who I wanted.
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