Voyeurism - ft. Gerard, Ray, & Frank
KnKtober day ?? = Voyeurism - ft. Everyone. NOT MIKEY. Porn star reader → Ray Toro shares his magazines with the guys. Your page is especially sticky. They find you on the internet and play some of your videos together as a bonding activity.
A/N: Some interview dates may not make sense irl, but they make sense here, so we’re going to ignore any time discrepancies. I may have made Gerard a bit too mean.
DD maybe: objectification, bullying, light forcing, but Ray’s into that shit.
WC:2.3k
MCR’s newest video diary was making hits on YouTube and their website. The goofy atmosphere and sneak peek at their everyday domestic lives–as domestic as it’s able to get either way–inside the tour bus resonated with thousands of people.
Everyone was having the time of their life clipping the funny parts, posting them all over their social media, and creating discourse on the big money question: Was that dirty magazine really Rays’?
It was only natural for Ray to not want to talk about it with the rest of the members or in interviews; the embarrassment of having his one stress-reliever public knowledge almost killed him.
Frank on the other hand, couldn’t have been more elated. A new topic of interest for him to torture Ray with was just what he needed on their day off. He’d made his way to where Ray laid, blissfully unaware of what Frank had in mind, “Say, Ray…” he started, an annoying smile already wide on his face as he bumped his entire body onto his friends’, “what do you say to letting me borrow your dirty mag?”
“No, nope. Absolutely not” was all Ray said, wanting to shut the conversation immediately and ears already beginning to turn red.
“Oh, c’mon, dude! We’re all guys here–I promise not to judge! I’m just so bored,” he dragged out, nudging his head into his friend’s shoulder, a small smile on his face as he continued to tease him.
“Nuh-uh. Forget it.”
Frank wasn’t one to let himself be told ‘no’ to. He continued his pestering until he was given the green light and promised to keep anything he saw or found strictly to himself.
He skimmed a couple of pages alongside Ray, palming himself above his jeans and pointing out a few models he found interesting. Motioning for Gerard to come over and sit down with them once he got back on the bus.
Towards the last couple of pages, Ray started rushing them. Cheeks red, insisting that what they saw was enough, and to give him his property back.
“He doesn’t want us to see something, Frankie!” Gerard teased, hurrying for Frank to flip faster to get to whatever incriminating pages Ray was hellbent on keeping for himself.
Frank, upon landing on you, loudly asked why your two pages were crumpled up the most. His right hand tried smoothing over the pages while Gerard blocked a very loud protesting Ray.
Ray groaned into his hands, his cheeks and ears pink with shame, “No, you guys, c'mon! There's no need for you to see that.” He was determined to make himself as small as possible; hopefully, that’d make him disappear.
His two friends ignored him, seemingly too interested in pointing out what they found attractive in you.
At some point into their teasing, Frank decided to take things further and let his right hand travel down into his pants to rub at his growing hard-on.
Gerard soon followed suit until the small trembling gasps they were letting out made it hard for Ray to concentrate on anything else. With sweat forming on his forehead, Ray awkwardly tugged at his jeans to try to get some relief from his growing bulge.
The three of them sat side by side for a while, not doing anything and letting tensions grow until Gerard sat up from where he was to straddle Frank’s legs. He’d grabbed Ray by the shoulders to drag him close enough to be able to whisper into his ear, “Should we put one of her videos, Ray?” he’d let out a small whimper towards the end, further undoing Ray’s resolve to keep things somewhat normal between the three of them.
Ray hesitated for a moment, eyes dazed and focused on the space between his friend's crotches, both with pretty big stains already. “No, no. C’mon guys…there’s–um–there’s no need for all this,” a loud sigh escaped him upon feeling Frank’s cold fingers, “can’t we just enjoy the photos in peace?”
They thought it was cute. Ray’s meek attempt to keep things somewhat work-ethical even after briefly hesitating.
It was cute. But that didn’t stop Ray from reaching over and retrieving his computer after Frank told him to.
Ray didn’t even bother to attempt to hide his history. Two letters into the search engine had his history immediately incriminating him, showing "Burning Angels” in bold, highlighted letters as the website you could be found in.
Frank laughed as soon as he saw it, asking if you were the reason why Ray didn’t want to be in that interview with them, “were you nervous she’d be there?” his hand trailed down his chest and stopped to feel the erection his friend sported, “Hey, Ray…would you have gotten this hard if you’d met her then?”
Ray shuddered as he imagined that scenario. Yes, you were the reason why he didn’t want to be interviewed–he feared his head would’ve been too focused on keeping an eye out for you to fully answer any questions without tripping over his words.
Your video, which he’d bookmarked months ago, was playing, forcing everyone’s attention to you and your moans. It didn’t take long for two out of three of them to free themselves of their pants–Ray needed a little extra coaxing.
Gerard was the one who suggested that he (Ray) tell them what sort of fantasies he had of you. Earning him a head shake and a small “no” from the man. Even while rutting his dick on Gee’s thigh.
Unfortunately for Ray, Gerard did not take kindly to being told ‘no’ as well.
Ray’s panting by the time they ask him to repeat his statement, “I wanna–ugh–I wanna call her mommy.” There’s some sort of desperation in his voice with Frank’s hand around his cock. He liked toying with it, providing Ray the slightest bit of stimulation by squeezing it to simulate your pussy.
“You wanna call her mommy and…” Frank encourages, earning himself yet another groan and shudder from his friend. He decides not to comment on the increasing amount of precum coating his occupied hand.
“I don’t wanna say it again…” Ray mumbles, head down, tears of embarrassment threatening to drop.
“Ray…” Gearard warned.
He sighed, head coming back up and eyes focusing on both men in front of him, dicks in Gee’s hands while Frank kneaded his ass. “And having her, uh, boobs–I mean tits in my face while she jerks me off like Frank is doing.
Gerard laughed, finding his friend endearing and just a bit of a loser, “Yeah, you’re a tit guy, aren’t you?”, his hands traveled to his chest, focusing on kneading and pinching the red, puffy nipples. “I mean, how could you not be when you’ve got these fuckin’ D cups, Toro…I should call these boobs, not pecs.”
A big whine escaped him, which only encouraged the other two to keep going, sighing in unison when Gerard fastened his pace on their leaking cocks. The sounds of squelching and broken moans were the only thing any of them could focus on. Your video secondary to Ray’s ramblings.
“I bet you’d love to shove your cock in her. There’s no way you’re just going to let it go to waste.
Ray panted, growing increasingly closer to cumming, “I don’t want to hurt her…”
“Ray, look at her. I bet she’d probably like that.”
Frank interrupted whatever Ray was going to say afterwards, agreeing that you’d be able to take a little pushing, would probably, and most likely, find it hot. “I like her ass,” he took his hand off of Ray’s dick, forcing the other to replace it with his own, to grab onto Gerard’s hips. Forcing the other to grind on him as if he were a girl himself, “I’d totally put her on all fours to see its recoil.”
His grinding turned into humping, forcing Gerard to give small bounces on his friend’s lap. “Like, imagine gripping her wrists together and forcing her back. Haha, I bet she’d like it if I slapped her around a bit. Maybe leave a couple of bruises to remember me by.”
Gerard sighed at Frank's words, rolling his eyes at his friend’s degenerate thoughts before reaching towards Ray and replacing his hand with his. He played with the tip of Ray’s cock for a solid minute, relishing in the gasps his friend gave him and matched his strokes with his other hand, currently on his own dick.
Frank had at some point wedged his own penis in between Gerard’s ass, using the plush fat to rub himself with–not caring if Gerard found his pre-cum messy and kind of gross when it began drying on his skin. “Hey, Ray, D’you think she’d let all of us fuck her? Huh? Can I invite her over?”
He took a second to look at him, hazel eyes raking over Ray’s semi-naked body, stopping to admire his decently sized–very reddened–cock. “Someone as pretty as her on this website is bound to know about us–ugh,” he was sensitive now, after edging himself against Gerard for a while now, he had to force himself not to cum, “We may even be able to make a guest appearance in one of her videos…Or maybe you’d like a personal one? Haah, haah..I can–um–get a camera any time.”
Frank shut himself up after that, hands gripping at Gerard’s waist and face buried in his neck to steady himself. If Gerard was being honest, he liked your eyes and waist. “You’re focused on the wrong thing, Frankie. Hear me out, you gotta make her give you a blow job and fuck ‘er mouth hard enough for tears t’come out.”
He pointed at the current clip of you giving your male partner a blowjob, “Look at her eyes and see how stupid she looks. You’d definitely have her choking, Ray.” Gerard’s grin intensified when he felt warm ropes of cum fill his hand, “Oh, you like that? You like it when I say stuff like that? How she’d totally choke on it because it’s just too fuckin’ big?” his hands continued stroking Ray, dragging out his orgasm and forcing him to endure overstimulation, “I mean, it barely fits in my hand, imagine it inside her small mouth. Shit, I’d bet you’d have a hard time fitting it inside her cunt.”
Eventually, he stops his attack on Ray’s cock to focus on himself, leaving Ray a stuttering mess. Unable to think properly while looking at you on his computer screen, images of himself replacing whatever dude you were fucking invaded his mind.
Frank wasn’t too far behind, if the intense twitching Gerard could feel was anything to go by. His predicament didn’t stop him from giggling a bit, eyes looking up at Gee, who was already staring.
“What?”
His eyes were glassy, glazed with a deep desire to cum, “...Y’gotta hand cunt…” he stifled a laugh this time.
“Yeah, ok. I don’t know why you’re laughing when you wouldn’t even last five minutes with her. I’m surprised you’ve managed to hold your shit for this long.”
It didn’t take long for Frank to finish on Gerard’s tummy, tight, languid strokes from Gee’s behalf more than enough to have him cursing under his breath as Gerard slipped from his thighs.
As payment for letting the two losers on either side of him finish first, he’d made both of them get on their knees to blow him until he was able to unload everything into Ray’s mouth. “You should be grateful for this, Toro…you now know what she’ll feel once Frank and I find her work email.
The room smelled like spunk and sweat. Hopefully, Mikey stayed out a while longer.
None of them ever went back to talk about what had happened, preferring to keep the events that’d transpired tucked away as just a memory.
With their tour at an end, they were all back to being packed into the same van they’d used in their earlier days to go back to New Jersey. Gerard and Frank shared the back seat, crammed with various instruments and any other equipment that belonged to them. Ray was able to secure the middle row for himself and the guitars while Mikey rode passenger alongside Matt.
Mikey’s background music was interrupted by one of Frank’s loud yelps, too engrossed in what his computer had on screen to register everyone’s distaste for his yelling. And when Gerard scooched closer to take a look at what had riled him up, he saw one of your videos shamelessly being played.
You were semi-clothed, the only thing covering your modesty, a pair of black VS panties, and a tight shirt that their booth was selling at one of their most recent concerts.
“There’s no way…” Frank whisper-shouted, earning him Ray’s attention, “She actually came and saw us. Dude, I didn’t see her–did any of you see her?”
Ray shook his head, too stunned to fully process that Gerard was actually beginning to draft an email to send to you and Frank was telling Matt and Mikey about their…”reasearch” on you; Much to mikey’s dismay because the only thing he responded with was,“You guys are so fucking gross. The couch still has your fucking stains on it, assholes.”
In Ray’s mind, there was no way you’d agree to such a preposterous idea–given your status and their...well…visible hygiene.
You were in your house when you got the email notification to your business email. The subject was left blank, and the sender, a [email protected], asking whether or not you’d be interested in obtaining new video partners or in doing a couple of private sessions.
AN: These are a couple of the fake emails I was considering. The final one was chosen by a wheel picker because I have no beta reader.
