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ds_flashfiction798 words of Ray/Ray alley smut...I hope there's nothing funky or missing because I just coughed this up.
“Psst! Vecchio! Over here!”
Ray Vecchio squinted into the darkness of the shadow between the two buildings. One was an abandoned barbershop and the other was a smoke shop that was closed for the night. Ray had sneaked out of the house after his homework was done, climbing onto the back porch roof from his bedroom and shimmying down the corner post. The new kid, the skinny blond Polack kid, had dared him to meet here at 10, after it got dark and dangerous in the neighborhood.
They all wore uniforms to school, but Ray just knew that he’d find this Kowalski brat wearing ratty jeans and a holey t-shirt now. Dirty alley, punk kid. What the hell did Ray think he was doing out here besides running the risk of getting the strap from his old man?
“Knew you’d be here,” the cocky little shit said as he grinned. For the first time, Vecchio got to see him without his glasses on. Vecchio could see the kid’s eyes, big and blue, but nowhere near innocent. “Heard you had a birthday last week.”
“Yeah. So?”
Kowalski moved into Ray’s space fast and backed him up against a wall. Ray could smell stale tobacco and beer on Kowalski’s breath. Vecchio’s heart started beating – pounding really – faster. It didn’t seem like a threat, but there was something making him in edge. Of course, being seventeen that meant he was getting a hard-on.
“So, I thought I’d be nice and give you a birthday present.” Kowalski’s hand went straight for Vecchio’s crotch and found the embarrassingly hard erection hemmed in by starched, ironed denim.
Vecchio couldn’t stop the grunt that came out of his mouth at the contact. He bit down on his bottom lip and leaned his head back against the brick, eyes drooping closed. Weakly and not even half-convincingly, he tried to push Kowalski away, but the electric sensation of another hand on his dick, even through his pants, made Vecchio want more.
When Kowalski yanked open the fly of his brand new jeans and that cool Polish hand met hot Italian cock, Ray knew he was a goner.
“Come on, Vecchio, doesn’t that feel good? You let Zuko do this to you? Or does he make you do him?”
As good as it felt to have those long fingers wrapped around him, that question made Vecchio mad. “I ain’t never touched Frankie!”
Tired of being pushed around, Ray forced himself through the fog of horniness to palm the front of Kowalski’s Levi’s. Button flies. Ma would never buy him button flies. That didn’t mean he hadn’t borrowed a pair from one of the guys on the basketball team. He thought they were really cool and they were easy to pop open so Vecchio could get at the hard dick behind the fly.
“Oh, yeah. Come on, Vecchio, you know you want to touch me. You know it turns you on just to think of having another guy’s cock in your hand. Come on, do it. Touch me.”
He started stroking Kowalski’s dick in the same rhythm as the hand on his own. When he got the guts to look Kowalski in the face again, those blue eyes were dancing with the tease and the heat.
“Oh, fuck yeah, that’s good. Saw that hand palm a basketball last week and all I could think about was having it around my dick. I went to the guys’ bathroom in the gym and jerked off during the game. Shot off right when you scored a basket. I heard the announcer say your name.”
“Fuck, Kowalski, I’m gonna—oh, shit! I’m gonna-“
“Say it. You gonna come? Gonna come all over my hand? Come on, let loose, cause I’m ready to go here.” Kowalski was talking through gritted teeth now and Vecchio’s hand was slick with pre-come. He smelled it mingled with the leather of Kowalski’s jacket.
Finally Kowalski shut up as he put his mouth to Vecchio’s shoulder and bit down as he came all over Vecchio’s hand and splattered the sleeve of his team jacket. The pain of the bite and the sound of Kowalski groaning into his shoulder made Vecchio explode.
“Yeaaaahhhhh,” Kowalski purred into his ear.
“I heard you had a girlfriend,” Vecchio commented stupidly, still holding on to Kowalski’s softening dick.
“Don’t mean I’m gettin’ any.” Kowalski pulled a handful of napkins from his coat pocket and gave a couple to Vecchio. They wiped themselves off and got themselves tucked away and then it just got weird. “I better go. Catch you later.”
Vecchio stayed leaning against the brick wall, stupid grin on his face, watching his new friend walk away. “Hey, Kowalski!”
“What?” He stopped but he didn’t turn around.
“When’s your birthday?”
“Psst! Vecchio! Over here!”
Ray Vecchio squinted into the darkness of the shadow between the two buildings. One was an abandoned barbershop and the other was a smoke shop that was closed for the night. Ray had sneaked out of the house after his homework was done, climbing onto the back porch roof from his bedroom and shimmying down the corner post. The new kid, the skinny blond Polack kid, had dared him to meet here at 10, after it got dark and dangerous in the neighborhood.
They all wore uniforms to school, but Ray just knew that he’d find this Kowalski brat wearing ratty jeans and a holey t-shirt now. Dirty alley, punk kid. What the hell did Ray think he was doing out here besides running the risk of getting the strap from his old man?
“Knew you’d be here,” the cocky little shit said as he grinned. For the first time, Vecchio got to see him without his glasses on. Vecchio could see the kid’s eyes, big and blue, but nowhere near innocent. “Heard you had a birthday last week.”
“Yeah. So?”
Kowalski moved into Ray’s space fast and backed him up against a wall. Ray could smell stale tobacco and beer on Kowalski’s breath. Vecchio’s heart started beating – pounding really – faster. It didn’t seem like a threat, but there was something making him in edge. Of course, being seventeen that meant he was getting a hard-on.
“So, I thought I’d be nice and give you a birthday present.” Kowalski’s hand went straight for Vecchio’s crotch and found the embarrassingly hard erection hemmed in by starched, ironed denim.
Vecchio couldn’t stop the grunt that came out of his mouth at the contact. He bit down on his bottom lip and leaned his head back against the brick, eyes drooping closed. Weakly and not even half-convincingly, he tried to push Kowalski away, but the electric sensation of another hand on his dick, even through his pants, made Vecchio want more.
When Kowalski yanked open the fly of his brand new jeans and that cool Polish hand met hot Italian cock, Ray knew he was a goner.
“Come on, Vecchio, doesn’t that feel good? You let Zuko do this to you? Or does he make you do him?”
As good as it felt to have those long fingers wrapped around him, that question made Vecchio mad. “I ain’t never touched Frankie!”
Tired of being pushed around, Ray forced himself through the fog of horniness to palm the front of Kowalski’s Levi’s. Button flies. Ma would never buy him button flies. That didn’t mean he hadn’t borrowed a pair from one of the guys on the basketball team. He thought they were really cool and they were easy to pop open so Vecchio could get at the hard dick behind the fly.
“Oh, yeah. Come on, Vecchio, you know you want to touch me. You know it turns you on just to think of having another guy’s cock in your hand. Come on, do it. Touch me.”
He started stroking Kowalski’s dick in the same rhythm as the hand on his own. When he got the guts to look Kowalski in the face again, those blue eyes were dancing with the tease and the heat.
“Oh, fuck yeah, that’s good. Saw that hand palm a basketball last week and all I could think about was having it around my dick. I went to the guys’ bathroom in the gym and jerked off during the game. Shot off right when you scored a basket. I heard the announcer say your name.”
“Fuck, Kowalski, I’m gonna—oh, shit! I’m gonna-“
“Say it. You gonna come? Gonna come all over my hand? Come on, let loose, cause I’m ready to go here.” Kowalski was talking through gritted teeth now and Vecchio’s hand was slick with pre-come. He smelled it mingled with the leather of Kowalski’s jacket.
Finally Kowalski shut up as he put his mouth to Vecchio’s shoulder and bit down as he came all over Vecchio’s hand and splattered the sleeve of his team jacket. The pain of the bite and the sound of Kowalski groaning into his shoulder made Vecchio explode.
“Yeaaaahhhhh,” Kowalski purred into his ear.
“I heard you had a girlfriend,” Vecchio commented stupidly, still holding on to Kowalski’s softening dick.
“Don’t mean I’m gettin’ any.” Kowalski pulled a handful of napkins from his coat pocket and gave a couple to Vecchio. They wiped themselves off and got themselves tucked away and then it just got weird. “I better go. Catch you later.”
Vecchio stayed leaning against the brick wall, stupid grin on his face, watching his new friend walk away. “Hey, Kowalski!”
“What?” He stopped but he didn’t turn around.
“When’s your birthday?”
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