The Morning After - Fray

Ray laced his fingers behind his head, smiling tiredly. The hotel's duvet covered his naked body from the waist, down. He sucked in a deep breath and let it run free soon after. He pondered where those free breaths of air went off to. He sighed and pushed the thought away.

A couple seconds later, the shower in the bathroom next to him turned off, making him smile. Suddenly, something fell off the counter, Ray presumed, and Frank's surprisingly chipper voice said, "I'm okay!" No one should be that chipper anytime before noon. Ray looked at the clock to his left and frowned. 12:34 pm. Well, fuck you too, Father Time.

The bushy-haired guitarist turned his head toward the bathroom again as Frank walked out wearing Ray's favorite Metallica shirt... and nothing else. It went down to Frank's mid-thigh. Ray smiled widely.

Frank blushed noticeably as Ray looked him over. It was obvious to anyone that Frank was beautiful. Ray, however, saw a different kind of beautiful than anyone else. Ray saw his short, but completely adorable, tattooed legs; the way his toes would face each other awkwardly when he got nervous. Which, really, only happened around Ray. Frank did not get nervous, let me tell you.

He saw Frank's chubby, cute stomach. It wasn't flat, but it wasn't huge either. It was just the perfect size for Ray to kiss all over and nuzzle.

He saw the little scar on the bridge of his nose from when Frank had chicken pox when he was six. He saw the gleam in his eye every time Ray smiled at him or said, "Hey man, wanna go get some pizza before practice?"

Frank didn't mind admitting it, but he was a hopeless romantic in it's obvious definitions. Sure, Ray could be kind of oblivious to that kind if thing, but he finally noticed before Frank went completely mental.

Frank cleared his throat and Ray's head snapped up to his face, smirking a little. "Yes?" he asked, smiling.

"Oh, I was just-- wondering if you wouldn't mind... scooting over? I'm kind of a cuddlebug..." he giggled, nervously.

Ray smiled and scooted over. "Oh, I never would have guessed with you always hanging on one of us all the time." he chuckled, hoarsely.

Frank crawled onto the bed, getting under the covers with Ray, cuddling up to his side, and resting his head on Ray's heart. He smiled, hearing the steady beat on his ear. "Only with you or Bob. Mikey's too bony to cuddle and Gerard complains the whole time. You don't care and Bob's too much of an introvert to come right out and tell me to get the fuck off. Plus, he loves me anyway." he smiled, pressing a kiss to Ray's pec softly.

Ray snickered. "True."

They laid there for a long time just listening to each other breathe for a while. Frank's quiet voice broke the silence. "Are things goings to be awkward between us now?" he asked, scared for the answer.

The arm around Frank tightened slightly and the fingers connected to it, rubbed at his bicep lightly. "No, I don't think so. We had sex, it's not like it's something we've never done before. Sure, it was with other people, but this was no different from other times." Ray reassured him.

Frank was suddenly quiet, taking a minute to answer. "Are you saying I'm just as boring as your exes when it comes to that?" he pouting, screaming at himself to not cry over that.

"No! Not at all! I loved it, it was much better than anything I've experienced. And I can say that with brute honesty." he said, kissing Frank's damp hair.

Frank smiled, blushing lightly. "Oh, okay. I could say the same about you, Mr. Muscles." he giggled.

Ray flushed a little. "Th-Thanks..."

Frank giggled, kissing his jaw lightly. "Anytime, handsome." he smiled. "Really, how could I not be turned on by them? Your muscles, I mean. It's like-- they're not obnoxious. Not overdone, you know what I'm saying?"

Ray nodded, shyly.

"But your thighs, oh my god, don't even get me started." Frank snickered. Ray rolled his eyes and pressed their lips together softly, shutting Frank up. Frank melted into it quickly, kissing back. Ray cupped his cheek in his hand, moving their lips like they were meant to. He pulled away suddenly, Frank squeaking in protest.

"Why are you wearing my shirt, anyway? And nothing else no less?" he smirked.

Frank flushed tomato red and hid his face in the crook of Ray's neck.

"Hey, don't do that. I like seeing your beautiful face when I talk to you." Ray smiled, gripping Frank's chin in between his thumb and index finger. He forced Frank to look up at him, red face and all.

"You're gonna laugh at me."

"Now why would I do that?"

"You just are."

"I will not, Frank, you can tell me anything."

Frank sighed heavily. "Okay." he cleared his throat and continued. "I was cold... You know how cold I get. A-And... It smelled like you..." he said the last part barely audible.

Ray's heart just exploded. "Aww, Frankie..."

"See, it's stupid."

"It is not! It's really sweet actually." Ray smiled wide. He kissed him again, Frank's warm face radiating heat onto Ray's as well. They pulled apart again.

"You sure it's not stupid?" Frank asked, worried still.

"Frank, shut up. You know I don't think it's stupid." he chuckled.

"Okay."

"It looks completely adorable on you too because it's so much bigger than you. It's like last night when you got cold while we were on the balcony. Remember, I let you borrow my jacket and it was so big on you? It was so cute." he smiled.

"Gahhh! I'm gonna be permanently red because of you!" Frank squealed, hiding his face in the pillow. Ray laughed loudly.

"Well, we could always repeat last night. That'd make you red in the face in a different way." Ray smirked.

Frank's head shot up and he smirked, eyes dark. "Mmm, I like the sound of that." he purred, kissing along Ray's jaw, slowly.

Ray sucked in a deep breath, almost letting Frank take over. He gripped Frank's ample hips and spun them around, hovering over him. He took over, winning dominance, and nipped and sucked along Frank's neck.

Frank gasped, shocked, but melted into it. Ray smirked against his tattooed neck, nipping slightly.

"Best... Boyfriend... Ever..." Frank panted, smiling wide.

"Boyfriend, huh?" Ray asked, chuckling a little. Frank flushed.

"Well, if you want to be.."

"As if I'd say no, Frankie." Ray smiled, kissing his neck, softly.