Ray had been standing in the background, watching in silence the competition between Jessica and Norah. He wanted to intervene, push the two away from one another and then lead Jessica away to a corner. Not for… those reasons, but because Jessica wasn’t in everyone’s good books yet. If she said one wrong thing, Norah’s fist might connect with her face and Ray knew how precious Jess’s face was to her. Pursing his lips, he spun on his heels and stalked off to the table and swiped up a bottle of rum. Unscrewing the lid, he gulped down a few mouthfuls of the alcohol. It tasted feral against his tastebuds but this was his party, and if everyone else was getting drunk, then he would be, too.
Everyone surrounding him was chatting. Brett and Santiago, Sam and a girl who must be Kit’s friend, Fabray and Michelle and Jessica and Norah. Though when Ray swung around, they’re not so much talking. More licking vodka and lime and they’re doing body shots.
It’s not the fact that he’s watching two girls lick each other that forced him to turn around. Whenever his mums and him watch Fame, they always end up lying down and making wet kissing noises. No, it’s the fact that it was Jessica, his ex-girlfriend who had practically annihilated his heart, and Norah, who hadn’t hidden her dislike towards the former Vocal Adrenaline star. Ray scrunched his eyes shut, swallowing one, two, three mouthfuls of the rum.
Placing the half-empty bottle onto a table, he searched for the tray of limes. He wanted his mind off the two girls, and he wanted it off them now. His hand began to shake around the bottle of tequila he had acquired, though Ray was clueless as to where it came from, as he picked up a salt shaker and a slice of lime. “Who wants to do body shots?” he called out, not nearly as tipsy as he would’ve liked to be before he started these.
Before anyone answered, though, Ray lowered the three items in his hands down on the table, his hands then reaching for the bottom of his neatly-ironed shirt. With one swift movement, he was shirtless and the shirt was sprawled on the floor. Frowning slightly, Ray made a mental memo to iron that shirt twice as much.
Quinn hears Ray’s question and looks over just in time to see him yanking his shirt off. “Oh god, what is he doing?” Ray Berry is the single most embarrassing person Quinn knows, it’s a fact. But it’s also his party and Quinn feels this kind of responsibility to make sure it doesn’t totally suck. He smiles at Michelle and says, “I’ll be right back.”
He moves toward Ray and looks at the shirt on the ground. “Do you even know what you’re doing?”
Ray’s not sure if anyone will take the bait. He’s not the most popular person in school. Heck, he’s not the most popular person in Glee club. Everyone has their friends, their boyfriends, their girlfriends, and then there’s Ray. He’s loud, obnoxious, a bit vain in his abilities (rightly so) and he’s just… not popular. So initially when no one comes over, he’s a tad deflated. He knew why. But that changed when Fabray walked over and a smile spread across Ray’s face.
“Of course I know what I’m doing,” he stated, placing a hand on his hip. Picking up the salt shaker, he swayed towards Fabray and whispered, in a mock-seductive tone, “Go on, then. Do it.”
Quinn can back down, walk away, claim he’s had enough. But the party’s barely started. And he’s the one who walked over in the first place.
Without a word, he takes the salt shaker and looks Ray over, trying to find the least incriminating (what is there to incriminate, though) spot to put his mouth. Ray actually has a pretty good build for someone who doesn’t play any sports. Maybe it’s dance or something. Whatever, Quinn doesn’t actually care.
The neck’s too intimate, so he’s going to have to go with the stomach. He leans down (there’s no WAY he’s getting on his knees in front Berry) and swipes his tongue over Ray’s abs then quickly shakes the salt over the spot. He grabs a shot off the table then drags his tongue across the now salted skin, throws back the tequila, then snatches the lime out of Ray’s hand.
“Done,” he says, squaring off his shoulders. He’s not that much taller than Ray, but it’s enough.
And he definitely needs to chase that shot with something. Like another shot.
Ray would be lying if he said that he wasn’t watching Norah and Jessica out of the corner of his eyes, and he didn’t pride himself on being a liar. The fact that they were less than six feet away and were being so intimate sent chills to his spine. Hadn’t Jessica been talking about public decorum not too long ago? Yet, here she was, taking body shots off Norah Puckerman. But Ray wasn’t about to allow himself to ruminate over that fact for too much longer. He wouldn’t allow himself.
He grinned at Quinn, expecting for the boy to go for his arm or some other non-humiliating part of his body. But when a tongue ran over his abs, Ray was surprised. He was absolutely astounded. Not even Jessica had licked their during their relationship, though that was due to Ray’s lack of self-esteem at the time.
Ray peered down at the top of Quinn’s head as he licked the salt off, wondering whether or not to run his fingers through the blonde’s locks. Deciding against it as it may be too bizarre for the pair, he grinned lazily as Quinn snatched the lime from his hand. Well, that was fun. He was ready to back away, maybe go talk to Ariel or Kit, when he saw them. Norah and Jessica. They were kissing.
Gritting his teeth together, Ray turned back to Quinn and wound a hand around the blonde’s neck. Ducking his head, he ran his tongue along the joint between shoulder and neck. It was an intimate spot, yes, but seeing Norah and Jessica kiss had fuelled him.
Quinn froze when he felt Ray’s mouth on his neck. “Oh,” he’d kind of forgotten that there would be a follow up body shot to the one he’d just done.If he hadn’t had several shots under his belt, he probably would have run away (he’s good at that), but the buzz he had going left him standing right where he was, waiting for Ray to do whatever he needed to do.
He wasn’t sure what to do with his hands, so one just hung by his side while the other grabbed the top of Ray’s pants, just below his hip. If he had been wearing a shirt, Quinn would have grabbed that, but it was somewhere on the floor beneath them.
A hand, obviously Quinn’s, grabbed at his pants and Ray attempted to keep his mind on the body shot. This was his first experience with another male, and it was with Fabray nevertheless, and he had to be careful. Bringing his face and tongue away, he grabbed the salt shaker off the table and doused the wet mark on Quinn’s neck before ducking his head back down.
His tongue lingered longer than it should have, and the hand cupping the back of Quinn’s head tightened as his lips and tongue moved against the skin. Finally pulling back, Ray grabbed the tequila bottle and took a swig, hardly bothering to fill a shot glass. The liquid burned and he winced at the taste, but he chose not to say anything as he placed the bottle back onto the table.
Ignoring the lime slice, he smiled at Quinn, commenting, “Your skin has really nice texture.”
Quinn felt a little light-headed and part of him knew it was only partially due to the alcohol. The other part was due to... uh... he didn't want to think about it.
"Thanks," he replied in response to the compliment, even if it was kind of a weird thing to say to someone. Who notices another guy's skin texture? (Not that he hadn't noticed that Ray's skin looked kind of nice, but that was more due to the coloring, not the texture.)
He glanced around the room and noticed people were clumped together in either pairs or small groups. "Uh..." Puck and Jessica were already missing. "You might want to start a party game or something."
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