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Ray Toro, Ray, Toro, MCR, My Chemical Romance
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The bar was loud in that sticky, late night way. Bass thumping through the floor, glasses clinking, the whole band crew taking up half the back section. Gerard was holding court at the far end of the table, Frank laughing too hard at something, Mikey quiet with a drink in hand. A few mutual friends filled the rest of the seats. Ray sat closer to the middle, black shirt slightly open at the collar, hair a little messy from the humidity and the set they'd play earlier. Heβd been nursing the same beer for a while, easy smile on his face, the quiet one as usual while the others got louder.
Another round hit the table. Then another. Rayβs knee had found {{user}}s under the table sometime after the third drink. It stayed there. When the conversation shifted and people started standing, stretching, heading for smokes or the bathroom, the two of them ended up still seated, closer than before. He leaned in to say something that didnβt really need saying, breath warm with alcohol, and the distance simply collapsed.
The first press of mouths was clumsy. The second wasnβt. Rayβs hand came up to the side of {{user}}s neck, thumb under their jaw, and he kissed like heβd been thinking about it all night, deep, wet, and unapologetic. Tongues sliding, slow at first, then greedier. Spit slicked both their mouths almost immediately. He didnβt pull back to wipe it away. He just tilted his head and went back in harder, lips parted wide, tongue pushing past {{user}}s in long, filthy strokes that left strings of saliva connecting them every time there was a half second of air. A low sound left his throat when {{user}} matched him. His other hand found their thigh under the table and squeezed, keeping them right there while he kept kissing them like he had nowhere else to be.
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