Title: Untitled Bar PWP

Pairing: Ray/Burnie, Ray/Joel, Gavin/Burnie, Gavin/Joel, and implied Burnie/Joel

Rating: M

Summary: Ray, Joel, Gavin, and Burnie are at a club and Ray is fuckin’ bored.

a/n: read this post woo

This was all Gavin’s fault. Ray told him he didn’t like crowds, drunk people, people in general, and loud music. Or obnoxiously loud music, that is. But no. They had “needed” to go on a double date and a club would be “the perfect place!” according to Gavin.

So, at the bar, Joel and he stood, Joel sipping whiskey and Ray people watching, bored out of their fucking minds. It was fun at first, watching Gavin quickly down shots and insist that they all go to the dancefloor, only to end up grinding against Burnie, leaving Joel and Ray to get squished in a confusing struggle where neither wanted to dance but felt obligated to. Then they had retired to the bar, where they had been stood for about 20 minutes. Fun.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go home?” Joel slurred into his ear.

“Nah. You’re drunk and they wanted us to come so,” Ray shrugged, “I guess I can deal.”

“I can call a cab or something – I just don’t,” Joel hiccupped, “want you to, like, hate them.”

Ray sighed, but it was barely heard by Joel over the booming music. “Can’t hate them for wanting to have fun.”

Joel gave him a sympathetic look and patted his shoulder before turning back to the bartender and asking for a beer. Ray looked back to dancefloor, trying to find Burnie and Gavin again, but he found he had lost them. He stood on his tippy toes, hoping it would give him some sort of advantage in finding his friends, but to avail.

Sighing, Ray turned back to Joel briefly. The man was flushed, alcohol no doubt occupying more space in him than humanly possible. Ray smiled before feeling a tap on his shoulder. He whipped around to see a smirking Burnie leaning against the bar, head in hand in a very stereotypical pinup pose.

“Hey hot stuff – you alone?” He batted his eyelashes and Ray heard Gavin giggle from somewhere behind him.

Ray, playing along, also leaned against the bar on his elbows. “I guess. I was just waiting for some lovely dame to come pull me out of my misery. You look like you could do that.”

Burnie laughed and straightened up. “Okay Mr. Smooth talker, but in all seriousness, are you not having fun? ‘Cause we can go somewhere else if you’d like.”

“Why does everyone care about my amusement? I want you guys to have fun… Don’t let me ruin it all.”

Burnie swatted his hand in a dismissing manner, “We don’t care! Look, if you want to try something else, just say, alright?” Ray nodded and Burnie slapped his arm. “There you go. Okay, follow me. I want to show you something.”

Ray nodded and trailed after Burnie as he started walking, but not before leaning over and whispering something to Gavin. Gavin gave him a thumbs up and then turned to Ray and winked before resuming his talk with Joel.

Disregarding it, Ray followed Burnie all the way to the back of the club, and into a room near the bathroom. Ray was confused at first. The room was small and dark, dark enough to the point where when Burnie closed the door Ray couldn’t see, but it was quieter than the bar, which he was thankful for. Ray was about to ask what Burnie wanted when he felt lips pressed to his.

Ray pulled off quickly and pushed Burnie back. “What the fuck? Burnie?”

“Are you bored now?” Ray could hear the smirk in Burnie’s voice and at that he had to smirk right back.

“I guess not. Weird.”

——

“So I told him to fuck off, I was right, and – god, are you even listening?” Gavin whipped his head back to Joel from where he was staring at the dancefloor, entranced with the energy it held. He crossed his arms and looked at Joel, lip jutting out.

“Joooel! This is a club. We’re meant to dance, not faff around talking about politics!” Gavin whined.

Joel rolled his eyes. “Fucking kids,” He mumbled. Finishing the rest of his beer, Joel got up, offering a hand to Gavin.

“What the-“

Joel sighed. “You said you wanted to dance. I’m drunk and I’ll never be here again so…”

Without wasting time, Gavin pulled Joel towards the dancefloor. In the first couple of minutes, Joel refused to dance. He was not a dancer, and besides Gavin looked amused by himself. But when Gavin saw Joel standing, watching him with crossed arms, he frowned.

“You have to actually dance, idiot. C’mon,” Gavin grabbed Joel’s hands and put them on his waist. It was dumb and cliché, and Joel wasted no time in telling him that. “Just roll with it J-Role.” Gavin giggled at his wording, the squeaks making Joel crack a smile too.

——

“F-fuck just keep – oh yeah, fuck,” Ray moaned, tightening his fists which were held above his head in Burnie’s grasp. He pushed his hips up into Burnie’s trying desperately to get more friction.

Burnie pushed his lips to Ray’s neck, moving up to his ear to whisper, “Are you always this eager?”

Ray flushed, eyes squeezed tight and responded, “Shut up and get me off.”

Burnie raised his eyebrows at the command, almost making a snide comment about manners, but decided against it. He snaked his hand in between them to grab at Ray’s crotch, the younger man instantly moaning out loud at the sensation. Burnie clamped his other hand against his mouth, releasing his arms which immediately found their way to Burnie’s back.

“Gotta be quiet.” Burnie continued to kiss up and down Ray’s neck, rubbing through his jeans slow and deliberate, wanting to make the moment last as long as it could. Ray however, had a different idea.

With a little maneuvering and tongue work, Ray sucked two of Burnie’s fingers into his mouth, making the man flush and lick his lips. Ray batted his eyelashes as he sucked, but Burnie was having none of it. His head dipped back down to Ray’s neck, this time stubbly pecks replaced with open mouth kisses, teeth dragging across Ray’s skin, not enough to mark, but enough to give the man chills.

Ray made a noise around Burnie’s fingers, his hips rutting up at a more uneven pace, Burnie figuring he was close. With a few more rubs Ray’s face was contorted into one of outright pleasure, hands clawing at Burnie’s back, no doubt leaving scratches Gavin would question about later.

Once Ray was done riding the waves of pleasure out, he slumped against Burnie, panting heavily into his shoulder. “Thanks… For… That…” he said between breaths.

Burnie smiled and patted him on the back. “No problem buddy. Now let’s go find dumb and dumber and see how they’re holding up.”

Ray nodded and adjusted his clothes as needed, not really concerned with hiding the fact that they were making out, but more so the fact that he let another guy make him cum. Joel wouldn’t be jealous, but he would get clingy.

Walking out of the hallway they scanned the crowd, looking for their boyfriends. Burnie pointed to a spot near the bar and Ray followed it with his eyes, finally focusing in on what looked like Gavin whispering in a flustered Joel’s ear. Burnie turned to him and smiled. “Typical Gav.”

When they arrived in front of the two, Joel almost looked scared at the sight of his boyfriend catching him in the act of flirting with their best friend. His expression caused Gavin to turn around, and upon seeing Burnie in his drunken state, he got up and instantly started kissing him.

Against Gavin’s lips, Burnie mumbled, “I think we should go home now! Someone’s had a little too – mmfh – much.

Joel looked to Ray with sincere eyes, until he saw the look of satisfaction and flush high upon his cheeks. Joel smirked and crossed his arms, leaning in to whisper to Ray, “You little bitch. Did you guys fuck back there?”

“Sort of,” Ray responded, looking smug.

“Damn. Well if we ever make it home with Sir ‘Drunk and Horny’ over here, you’re just gonna have to show me what he did to you. Or maybe I’ll get him to show me.”