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shadowhiveThe Bet
Pairing: Mikey Way/Ray Toro
Rating: R?
Warnings: Blow jobs
Notes: First prompt fic from yesterday’s snowflake post which was Ray/Mikey with them straightening/curling each other’s hair frommcfobr Yeah the title is dumb, but ah well
It had been a dumb bet, one that Ray had been sure that they would win. It was him and Mikey verses Gerard and Frank. That was down to Frank arguing that it wouldn’t be fair to have a team that would be just Ways with their weirdness. The bet was simple, the team that scored the most goals in a game of soccer would win. They roped Dewees in to be in goal, since they only had one net, and then the game began.
Ray was pretty confident that he would win, especially half way through when they were up four goals to two. So when Frank suggested make it interesting Ray just smirked and nodded along, confident and sure.
“If you win you can do anything you like to our hair and vice versa.” Gerard had opened his mouth to object, but the deal was done with a handshake.
The second half, Frank was like a demon. It was like a switch had been clicked and he racked goals up like crazy. By the end it was six to eight and Ray’s face had been in his hands.
That was how they had ended up here, in the back of the bus with a curling iron and a hair straightener. Ray wasn’t sure where Frank had found them from, but he had, the devious little bastard. Ray was thankful that he hadn’t made him cut his hair because he liked it like this. (Gerard has convinced Frank it was the source of Ray’s musical skill, which had made him blush even though it was ridiculous.)
Mikey was humming softly as he used the straightener on Ray’s hair. Ray had already used the curling iron on Mikey’s hair, not that he had enough for it to have a proper effect. It did make him look cute though.
Ray caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and thought he looked fucking ridiculous. Half of his hair was his usual thick curls, while the other half was straight, hanging down to his shoulders. It could be worse, he supposed. Frank could have used the bet to get his hair bleached and then dyed some ridiculous colour. He closed his eyes, taking a breath and he heard Mikey’s voice from behind him. “Almost done.” Ray grunted in response, just wanting it to be over.
“Ok, all done.” Mikey announced after a few more minutes and Ray opened his eyes, looking at himself. He’d straightened his hair before and he thought that he looked wrong, not quite as wrong as he did when he looked at photos of himself with short hair, but still...
“You look cute, I just look stupid.” Ray lamented, shaking his head at his reflection. He could see Mikey turn the straighteners off, setting the down when he unplugged them.
“I dunno.” Mikey reached over, threading his fingers through Ray’s hair, stroking gently. “Mm it does feel strange. But at least it’ll only be temporary.” Ray nodded, a little reassured by his words. His curls would be back soon enough. His thoughts were distracted by Mikey, who leaned in and kissed him. Ray melted into the kiss, lips parting as Mikey’s tongue darted into his mouth. It was soft and sweet and warm, and all of his thoughts about looking ridiculous faded away. “Better?” Mikey asked when the kiss was over and Ray nodded in return. “Come on, let’s go see show them and get this over with.”
Ray nodded and stood up, taking Mikey’s hand as he followed him out to the front of the bus where Frank and Gerard were making out like teenagers. Ray rolled his eyes and Mikey cleared his throat. Frank’s lips parted from Gerard and he gave them a brief look of irritation that soon turned into a grin. “Oh don’t you two look precious!”
He fumbled in his pockets, quickly pulling out his phone and, before Ray could do anything he’d took some shots of them. The little bastard. Frank cackled and grinned wider. “Oh man these are gonna be priceless!”
Gerard reaches up, running his fingers through Mikey’s hair gently. “I think it looks great.” Mikey offered him a slight smile, the kind he reserved just for his brother. “We should probably get in there though, get ready for the show.”
Ray couldn’t agree more.
***
They’d done a few songs in the soundcheck, which had made Ray less self conscious about the appearance of his hair. Performing always soothed him as his focus was solely on playing. Well, maybe not solely. Mikey did look so pretty, with his new curls framing his face, it was almost enough to be distracting. Almost. Ray was a professional though, nothing distracted his playing. Not the roar of the crowd, not Frank being an idiot, not Gerard being a slut. Still, thoughts of Mikey crept into his head and he knew he had to do something about them soon enough.
***
Gerard and Frank had commandeered their dressing room to do fuck knows what so Ray had to make do with a storage closet, pulling Mikey into it. Mikey smirked and Ray could tell he knew exactly what he wanted.
They kissed, hot and wet and then Mikey was down on his knees. His nimble fingers undid Ray’s pants, pulling his cock out. It was probably embarrassing how easily Mikey could get him hard and aching. There was just something about Way mouths, something that drove everyone wild with desire. Ray groaned as Mikey’s lips surrounded his dick, taking it down.
Ray threaded his fingers through Mikey’s new curls. It felt strange to feel his usually straight hair like that, but it was nice. It was a shame Mikey’s hair wasn’t grown out properly, he’d have to convince him to do that. Ray could be very persuasive when he wanted to be.
Mikey hummed around his cock, distracting him from his thoughts and making him groan. “Fuck Mikey...” Ray moaned, his fingers fisting in his hair, no doubt messing up the new curls.
Mikey’s tongue, soft and wet, licked along Ray’s cock in all the right ways. “Shit...” He whispered, head tipping back against the wall. He knew that there was no way he’d last. That was something that Mikey could do, he could suck him in a way that would make it last for ages, but he also knew how to make Ray fall apart in a matter of minutes.
Ray’s looked down at him, looking at how pretty he was, how the sweet curls framed his face and how his eyes looked up at him, looking sexy as hell. He flicked his tongue against Ray’s head, making him moan and tighten his hold on his hair. “Mikey...”
If Mikey’s lips weren’t stretched around him he thought he’d be smirking and he increased the suction, bringing him off. Ray’s eyes lidded and he gasped, spilling down Mikey’s throat, feeling him swallow everything he had to give. Ray panted, his head hitting the wall. “You’re always so good...”
Mikey slipped off his dick, kissing the side of his shaft gently. “So’re you. You taste so good.” Their eyes met and Mikey’s shiny lips curved in a smirk. “I’ll need to feel your hair too...”
Ray nodded and he opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by a loud knock on the door. “Come on guys, stop giving each other head we have to get ready!” It was of course Frank being a nuisance and Mikey rilled his eyes.
“After the show.” Mikey smiled, zipping Ray up before rising to his feet, kissing him quickly. And if that Mikey opened the door and headed out, like the erection he no doubt had didn’t bother him. Fucking, weirdass Way shit. Ray took a few extra breaths then followed him out, greeted by a grinning Frank.
Pairing: Mikey Way/Ray Toro
Rating: R?
Warnings: Blow jobs
Notes: First prompt fic from yesterday’s snowflake post which was Ray/Mikey with them straightening/curling each other’s hair from
mcfobr Yeah the title is dumb, but ah wellIt had been a dumb bet, one that Ray had been sure that they would win. It was him and Mikey verses Gerard and Frank. That was down to Frank arguing that it wouldn’t be fair to have a team that would be just Ways with their weirdness. The bet was simple, the team that scored the most goals in a game of soccer would win. They roped Dewees in to be in goal, since they only had one net, and then the game began.
Ray was pretty confident that he would win, especially half way through when they were up four goals to two. So when Frank suggested make it interesting Ray just smirked and nodded along, confident and sure.
“If you win you can do anything you like to our hair and vice versa.” Gerard had opened his mouth to object, but the deal was done with a handshake.
The second half, Frank was like a demon. It was like a switch had been clicked and he racked goals up like crazy. By the end it was six to eight and Ray’s face had been in his hands.
That was how they had ended up here, in the back of the bus with a curling iron and a hair straightener. Ray wasn’t sure where Frank had found them from, but he had, the devious little bastard. Ray was thankful that he hadn’t made him cut his hair because he liked it like this. (Gerard has convinced Frank it was the source of Ray’s musical skill, which had made him blush even though it was ridiculous.)
Mikey was humming softly as he used the straightener on Ray’s hair. Ray had already used the curling iron on Mikey’s hair, not that he had enough for it to have a proper effect. It did make him look cute though.
Ray caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and thought he looked fucking ridiculous. Half of his hair was his usual thick curls, while the other half was straight, hanging down to his shoulders. It could be worse, he supposed. Frank could have used the bet to get his hair bleached and then dyed some ridiculous colour. He closed his eyes, taking a breath and he heard Mikey’s voice from behind him. “Almost done.” Ray grunted in response, just wanting it to be over.
“Ok, all done.” Mikey announced after a few more minutes and Ray opened his eyes, looking at himself. He’d straightened his hair before and he thought that he looked wrong, not quite as wrong as he did when he looked at photos of himself with short hair, but still...
“You look cute, I just look stupid.” Ray lamented, shaking his head at his reflection. He could see Mikey turn the straighteners off, setting the down when he unplugged them.
“I dunno.” Mikey reached over, threading his fingers through Ray’s hair, stroking gently. “Mm it does feel strange. But at least it’ll only be temporary.” Ray nodded, a little reassured by his words. His curls would be back soon enough. His thoughts were distracted by Mikey, who leaned in and kissed him. Ray melted into the kiss, lips parting as Mikey’s tongue darted into his mouth. It was soft and sweet and warm, and all of his thoughts about looking ridiculous faded away. “Better?” Mikey asked when the kiss was over and Ray nodded in return. “Come on, let’s go see show them and get this over with.”
Ray nodded and stood up, taking Mikey’s hand as he followed him out to the front of the bus where Frank and Gerard were making out like teenagers. Ray rolled his eyes and Mikey cleared his throat. Frank’s lips parted from Gerard and he gave them a brief look of irritation that soon turned into a grin. “Oh don’t you two look precious!”
He fumbled in his pockets, quickly pulling out his phone and, before Ray could do anything he’d took some shots of them. The little bastard. Frank cackled and grinned wider. “Oh man these are gonna be priceless!”
Gerard reaches up, running his fingers through Mikey’s hair gently. “I think it looks great.” Mikey offered him a slight smile, the kind he reserved just for his brother. “We should probably get in there though, get ready for the show.”
Ray couldn’t agree more.
***
They’d done a few songs in the soundcheck, which had made Ray less self conscious about the appearance of his hair. Performing always soothed him as his focus was solely on playing. Well, maybe not solely. Mikey did look so pretty, with his new curls framing his face, it was almost enough to be distracting. Almost. Ray was a professional though, nothing distracted his playing. Not the roar of the crowd, not Frank being an idiot, not Gerard being a slut. Still, thoughts of Mikey crept into his head and he knew he had to do something about them soon enough.
***
Gerard and Frank had commandeered their dressing room to do fuck knows what so Ray had to make do with a storage closet, pulling Mikey into it. Mikey smirked and Ray could tell he knew exactly what he wanted.
They kissed, hot and wet and then Mikey was down on his knees. His nimble fingers undid Ray’s pants, pulling his cock out. It was probably embarrassing how easily Mikey could get him hard and aching. There was just something about Way mouths, something that drove everyone wild with desire. Ray groaned as Mikey’s lips surrounded his dick, taking it down.
Ray threaded his fingers through Mikey’s new curls. It felt strange to feel his usually straight hair like that, but it was nice. It was a shame Mikey’s hair wasn’t grown out properly, he’d have to convince him to do that. Ray could be very persuasive when he wanted to be.
Mikey hummed around his cock, distracting him from his thoughts and making him groan. “Fuck Mikey...” Ray moaned, his fingers fisting in his hair, no doubt messing up the new curls.
Mikey’s tongue, soft and wet, licked along Ray’s cock in all the right ways. “Shit...” He whispered, head tipping back against the wall. He knew that there was no way he’d last. That was something that Mikey could do, he could suck him in a way that would make it last for ages, but he also knew how to make Ray fall apart in a matter of minutes.
Ray’s looked down at him, looking at how pretty he was, how the sweet curls framed his face and how his eyes looked up at him, looking sexy as hell. He flicked his tongue against Ray’s head, making him moan and tighten his hold on his hair. “Mikey...”
If Mikey’s lips weren’t stretched around him he thought he’d be smirking and he increased the suction, bringing him off. Ray’s eyes lidded and he gasped, spilling down Mikey’s throat, feeling him swallow everything he had to give. Ray panted, his head hitting the wall. “You’re always so good...”
Mikey slipped off his dick, kissing the side of his shaft gently. “So’re you. You taste so good.” Their eyes met and Mikey’s shiny lips curved in a smirk. “I’ll need to feel your hair too...”
Ray nodded and he opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by a loud knock on the door. “Come on guys, stop giving each other head we have to get ready!” It was of course Frank being a nuisance and Mikey rilled his eyes.
“After the show.” Mikey smiled, zipping Ray up before rising to his feet, kissing him quickly. And if that Mikey opened the door and headed out, like the erection he no doubt had didn’t bother him. Fucking, weirdass Way shit. Ray took a few extra breaths then followed him out, greeted by a grinning Frank.
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Date: 2019-01-11 09:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-01-12 06:44 pm (UTC)And eee your icon!
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Date: 2019-01-19 02:37 pm (UTC)Frank has excellent plans. Yes he does! As does Ray in fact.
I keep imagining them with their new dos and having to laugh. Especially Mikey with curls for some reason.
I really enjoyed this.
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Date: 2019-01-19 02:42 pm (UTC)He really does! And Ray’s the best ;)
I know! When I got the prompt I did the same since it was an amusing image
I’m glad you thought so!