Operetta
Ray moaned as his lover's hot
breath whispered against the curve of his ear. Soft, full lips moved down his
neck, leaving a wet trail of electricity that shot straight to his groin. He
grinned when he felt Winston’s hands move to the buttons of his shirt,
slipping each button undone and taking his time exploring the newly discovered
skin underneath. At one tender part, Ray snorted and tilted his head back and
wove his hands through his lover’s hair.
"What’s up, m’man?"
Winston murmured the question as he kept going.
"’M ticklish."
Ray snorted again, suddenly laughing as Winston attacked the same spot with
teasing kisses. "Winston!"
Winston’s low chuckle
answered him, before opening more of his shirt and massaging the skin slowly.
Ray’s eyes rolled back and slid shut, a big grin still on his face. "Mmm…Feels…
grrrreeeaaat…"
Then, Ray stopped. He could
still feel Winston opening the fly of his pants slowly, but there was this
nagging feeling that suddenly came out of nowhere. Like they were being
watched… His eyes snapped open, his expression dissolving into a frown and he
let his head fall to his right, facing Ecto.
Peter and Egon were looking
at them, still wearing their tuxedos as they just got in from the opera. Ray’s
eyes widened in surprise as he blushed.
When Winston slid his hand
against Ray’s awakening erection, he gasped in surprise as he never took his
eyes from their friends. His blush deepened as his grin suddenly reemerged.
The pair looked at each
other, Peter with a questioning but undoubtedly mischievous look and the
scientist with a surprised, puzzled one. Before Egon could stop him, Peter
grinned and headed for Ray and Winston on Janine’s desk.
"Peter--"
Peter laid one finger on
Ray’s lips, shaking his head. Ray blinked up at him before closing his eyes in
rapture as Winston eased his pants down and slid his hands into the waistband of
his briefs. Soft lips touched his in a kiss that started slowly at first and
quickly picked up speed, a tongue twisting and dancing with his as he felt his
hard member pulled free of his underwear. The cool air was soon replaced by
humid warmth, and the soft lips were soon swallowing his groans and sighs of
pleasure.
It was like floating on a
cloud, lifting higher and higher as gentle hands ran themselves gently through
his hair and massaged his chest slowly, the hot mouth still working him until
Ray felt the pleasure hit fever pitch. As his writhing under the intense
sensation grew, the soft lips left his, leaving him gasping for air as the mouth
on him worked harder.
His muscles locked into place
in a familiar sequence, and then he came, his eyes snapping open as he gasped
one last time. "Winston!"
Peter was smirking down at
him, looking very pleased with himself before turning to look at Winston. Egon
was massaging Winston’s shoulders with the slow thoroughness of a masseur as
Winston finished drinking the last few drops and released Ray’s member.
Ray swallowed, his blush
returning with a vengeance as he tried to pull up his pants and put his pride
and joy back where it belonged.
"So, how was the
opera?" Ray asked, clearing his throat nervously.
"It really sucked,"
Peter grinned mischievously at the two of them. "But the encore performance
might be better."
Believe me. It definitely
was.