Summary: Reader has a special friendship situation with Ray Young.
Reader x ray young, and slightly reader x curtis young.
A/N: I haven’t written anything in years, but after watching Motorheads I really wanted to write something (very self-indulgent heh) Everyone is in their twenties, even though it isn’t explicitly said in the fic. Also, Harris is part of the group and a scorpio (don’t come at me). English is my third language, so apologies for any grammatical errors or weird sentence constructions🫶🏼
Warnings: Suggestiveness? No smut but some loose sexual descriptions.
Ironwood, late summer
You felt a light kick to your leg, which brought your intoxicated mind back into reality.
”Earth to Y/n!” You lifted your head that was resting on Zac’s shoulder to look at the man beside you. ”What?” you answered with playful annoyance, a faint laugh escaping your lips.
”Fuck, marry, kill: Caitlyn, Marcel and me,” Harris asked from beside you, his eyes red from the alcohol. You groaned, ”Do people still play that game?”
Curtis laughed from across the room. ”His scorpio ass just wants you to confirm that he’s sexy enough that you’d want to have sex with him,” he snorted.
”That’s not true, I want her to say that she’d marry me and have sex with me - don’t be stupid,” Harris said back before he nudged your leg again. ”Come on, it’s fun!”
You let out a sigh before glancing at the people in question. Caitlyn was seated on the floor across from you, smiling as she shook her head in disbelief of our friend, and Marcel, who was in charge of the music, sat on the floor to the right with his phone in his hand, cheeks red from either the alcohol or the topic of the discussion. You were all currently chilling at Ray Young’s house, which was something none of the crew members would have believed true if you would’ve told them about it six months ago. But then, you happened.
Caitlyn laughed while somehow simultaneously rolling her eyes at Harris’ desperate need of an ego boost. ”Just say that you’d marry and have sex with him and that you’d kill me and Marcel,” she sighed and gave the DJ of the night a cheerful look. “Marcel and I can rebuild old cars in the afterlife together.”
Zac let out a breathy laugh beside you, letting his head fall onto your shoulder. As it happened, your eyes met Ray’s from across the room, a faint smile painted on his rosy lips.
Despite Caitlyn’s faint attempts to stop the game, objections were loud in your left ear. ”No, no, just be honest! No one will take offence, right guys?”
”I’m not drunk enough for this,” you said as you stood up from the couch to make your way into the kitchen to grab more to drink, earning laughs from the people in the living room and one particular groan of defeat.
You would’ve liked to think of yourself as someone who could hold their liquor, but as you made your way into the kitchen you found that those three beers and that one glass of wine you’d had the past hour and a half did have some effect on you. Such lightweight, you thought to yourself as you poured yourself another glass of wine.
You liked the feeling a bit of alcohol in your system was able to provide. That feeling when the world’s hard edges turned a bit more soft, tongues got more loose and people’s souls more free. People tend to become more tender when they’ve had a few sips of alcohol, like they’re pouring some magical truth serum into their open mouths instead of lukewarm beer. There was something beautiful yet sad about it.
As you were about to turn around to go back to the others, you felt two warm hands on your hips and a body so close to your back that you felt its heat radiating off of it.
”Hey,” Ray’s breath was hot on your neck, and goosebumps appeared all over your body, making their way up your neck and down your legs, making you shiver. You put your wine glass down before turning around in his embrace. Your breath hitched when your eyes met his green ones. How they could be so intense yet soft at the same time remained a mystery, one that you’d be fine with never being solved as long as he kept looking at you like that.
”Hi,” you answered softly.
You felt your hips burn from the way Ray’s assertive yet gentle hands held onto you in a similar way you felt your cheeks heat up from the way he was looking at you.
”Listening to them in there, talking about having sex with you..” Ray spoke softly, his eyes going from your lips to your eyes, to your lips again, and you could see eagerness and lust in his gaze. He didn’t need to tell you what he wanted- you knew.
Ever since you became friends with the crew, you’d been the closest to Ray and Curtis, though you were good friends with all of them. It all had started about six months ago with your new friend, Curtis Young, inviting you to his family’s barbeque-night. It was during this particular night you got to meet his infamous older brother for the first time. Contrary to Curtis’ expectations, you and Ray got along well, and not long had passed before Ray found himself to be considered a part of the crew as a result of you asking Curtis to invite Ray to your hangouts and - unbeknown to you - Ray asking Curtis to be invited. It turned out that having Curtis’ big brother as a part of the crew wasn’t as weird as it may have seemed at first; he fit right in.
There seemed to be an invisible pull between you two, like opposite poles of two magnets that couldn’t stand to be apart. Unbeknown to Curtis, and the whole crew for the matter, you and Ray had been friends with benefits for about two months now, and it all had started because of a drunken conversation at night in his bed.
Confessions about craving sexual interaction lead to just that, sex. When you woke up that morning after being with each other for the first time, you were terrified that what you had done would ruin your friendship or the group dynamic. However, after airing out your feelings of the situation in bed while the morning sun warmed the sheets, you mutually decided to try a friends with benefits relationship to satisfy your needs - and so far it had been amazing. The fact that you practically lived at his garage by now was both beneficial and risky. There wasn’t any suspicion about you sleeping together since it was known that Ray helped you rebuild your car and therefore spending a lot of your spare time there. The fact that his house was only a stone’s throw from his garage was a welcome bonus, making it very convenient when wanting to work on your car inevitably turned into wanting to fuck.
If Curtis caught on to your special friendship arrangement, or to both your and Ray’s secret admiration for the other, he didn’t let it show.
And that’s how you ended up in this situation: Ray lowering his head to leave slow and wet kisses along your neck, resulting in you letting out a soft moan while his brother and your friends were in the next room.
Your hand came to grip a handful of his shirt, your eyes now closed with pleasure. ”Ray, don- fuck, don’t. What if someone walks in?” You felt yourself being at war, the heat between your legs growing by every second from Ray’s roaming hands and soft lips, but the thought of someone walking in on you kept you from giving into the pleasure. And oh, how you wanted to give in.
”Don’t you like the risk of getting caught, though?” he whispered against your neck, while one of his hands slipped down your front. You could feel a smirk forming on his lips because, yes, you did in fact like the risk of getting caught, and he, the smug bastard, knew that. He was now kissing your jaw, and god, you were giving in. You sighed, “Ray, oh, ple-”
”Ray! Y/n! Come on! We’re gonna play Mario kart!” Zac yelled from the living room, breaking the spell.
”Aah, fuck.” Ray put his forehead against yours and sighed. You stayed in that position for a beat before moving out of his embrace and grabbing your drink, heading towards the door. Not hearing footsteps behind you, you turned around to look at Ray with a raised eyebrow. ”Are you coming?”
As an answer, Ray let out a soft chuckle and bowed his head. Your eyes shifted to the front of his pants, and couldn’t help but give out a small giggle at the obvious tent.
”Hey, it’s not funny! What am I supposed to do now?” he exclaimed in a hushed voice, his eyebrows raised and what resembled a small pout on his lips. Something about his flustered demeanor made you ache to touch him, to give him the release both of you craved. It was, however, he who got you two in this situation in the first place by walking into the kitchen and kissing your neck. And so, you decided to have some fun instead.
”I’ll tell them you had to go to the bathroom,” you said with a wink before exiting the kitchen to rejoin the others in the living room.
That night you ended up in Ray’s bed, which felt like a second home by now. You always felt safe lying there with his warm arms around you. The rest of the crew were scattered around the house and garage, sleeping in or on whatever was deemed comfortable enough. You had made your way to Ray’s bedroom when you knew everyone else had fallen asleep, craving what you had almost had in the kitchen.
When the room had fallen dark and Ray’s sleepy breath tickled your neck, you struggled from underneath his warm body. The moonlight shone on the floor as you made your way towards the bathroom, only wearing one of Ray’s t-shirts. The air felt cold against your bare legs, but you didn’t mind.
Turning a corner in the dark house, your sore legs almost gave away from underneath you when you suddenly bumped into something hard.
“Ah! Shit!” a hushed but clearly surprised voice filled the quiet night air. With your hand on your chest, you looked up at Curtis’ face which was shadowed by the kitchen light behind him. His eyes were big when he first looked at you, then down at his own hand which had found its way around your waist in order to keep you from falling backwards, steadying you from the impact.
You realised that you were most likely being lit from the kitchen lights when you saw Curtis’ eyes take in your body before clearing his throat and letting go of your waist. Fuck, you were not wearing any pants.
Curtis took a step back while his right hand, the one that had previously touched your waist, went to his neck. “I’m sorry, I didn’t see you,” he mumbled, trying to avoid meeting your gaze while his cheeks turned visibly crimson even in the darkness. A warmth spread in your chest at the sight for a reason you couldn’t explain. Even though he was yet to meet your gaze, you gave him a small smile.
“It’s fine, Curtis. I didn’t see you either,” you spoke softly while lightly tugging at the hem of your shirt; standing in only a t-shirt in front of a flustered Curtis started to make you feel exposed. You pointed behind him while starting to move your bare feet forward. “Well, I was just gonna go to the bathroom, so..”
Curtis looked you in the eyes for the first time since you bumped into each other. He moved to the side, his hand still playing with the hair behind his right ear. “Oh, yeah, of course,” he spoke as softly as you. “Good night.”
“Good night, Curtis,” you smiled back, waiting for him to start walking before you headed to the bathroom. Fuck, why did that have to happen? And then: Did he recognise his brother’s shirt?
When you crept into the warm sheets in Ray’s bed again, your mind wouldn’t let you fall asleep. To your dismay, the scene of Curtis’ gaze on your exposed body kept replaying before your eyes. He had looked so flustered by seeing you like that, but how could he have not? He had not asked for it. He was just surprised, that’s it.
Little did you know, Curtis laid on the living room couch trying to calm his heartbeat, trying to keep the image of your rosy cheeks and wild hair, the feeling of your waist against his hand and the way your t-shirt had ridden up on your thighs out of his mind. And failing miserably, he realised, as he felt himself grow hard. He buried his flushed face into his pillow while he let out a groan: he was so fucking screwed.