By Trynia Merin

Disclaimer: The members of KISS are real persons, and their makeup and albums are property of their organization and kiss Catalogue. However the characters in this story are based on their lives, for fan fiction reasons only. No harm is intended. This is an alternate fictional account of how Paul and Gene got together as a pair of musicians, so certain liberties have been taken. But other facts remain to make this a convincing story. Other characters involved not based on real persons are property of the author. Thanks to Eisencookie for help with developing and suggesting story ideas!

"Gene, what the HELL are we going to do with them?" Ray said, moving behind him and hugging him from behind.

"Get a very cold glass of water," he whispered, leading her out.

"I think they want to be alone, and frankly, I WANT you," she said, watching him with blazing eyes.

He put Ray before him, trying to hide his own erection. Clearing his throat he said, "Let's get to Steve’s… or else…"

"Your place again?" she winked.

"Fancy a trip through Central Park?" Gene asked. "While there is daylight left? And plenty of places to HIDE?"

"Well, if you want, we could send the kids back to Steve's to play, and you and I could frolic in the park." Ray winked at him. "Or back to your place to play."

"Gene, uh…" Stan said, glancing at him as he held Marcia’s hand. "Now what?"

"Why don't you two go on to Steve's?" Gene suggested "I uh... have an errand to run with Ray..."

"Sure Gene," he winked.

Marcia looked at Stan, and then asked with a puzzled expression, "What are we going to do at Steve’s… isn’t it early?"

"We’ll be alone, till Gene and Ray join us," he winked. Just then Gene tugged him aside.

"Excuse me I need to borrow Stan for a moment," Gene said, tugging him away, then fishing in his coat pocket.

Ray spoke for a moment to distract Marcia, knowing what Gene was about to do. Digging out some foil wrapped objects, he shoved them into Stan’s hand, saying, "Take these you idiot."

Stan looks at him witheringly, and sighed, "Gene… I don’t think…"

"You'll thank me later," he hisses to Stanley. Marcia watches the transaction, her eyes wide. Stanley stashed the condoms into his coat pocket and turned to take Marcia’s hand quickly.

"Let's go," he said, leading her to the bus stop.

"Bye, and THANKS! We’ll see you later ok?" she said to Ray and Gene.

"I'll um, let Steve know you two will be delayed," Stan said to gene.

"Bye!" Gene waved. "Have fun kids!"

"What are we going to do at Steve's?" Marcia asked Stan.

"I'm thinking we can play a bit," he winked. "We don't have to start playing till 7..."

She gives him a slow smile, asking, "But we will be alone? Won't STEVE be there?"

"He knows better. He can let us use his room... or his parent's."

She struggles to keep up with him, climbing onto the bus. It pulled away as Ray and Gene waved, walking towards Central Park hand in hand. After a while she whispered, "So.... Sex in BED?" she said.

"Yes," he winked. "If you don't mind..."

"Wow!" she giggled. "That sounds so grown up."

"Nothing but the best for my baby," he winked.

"Will you take your shirt off?" she gives him a slow sexy wink.

"I sure will," he said.

"Will you.... Umm.... Take other things off?" she said slowly, attempting erotic talk as she's observed Ray do.

"I'll strip for your eyes only," he winked.

"I would LOVE that...if you would strip for me," she laughed. "I love your butt."

"I love yours," he patted it. He couldn’t wait till they got to Steve’s, but they continued the dirty talk till they reached their destination.

Hand in hand Gene and Ray approached the entrance to Central Park, a few blocks down. They giggled to one another, thinking of how they had whisked Marcia away for a night of debauchery with Stanley. Still priding themselves on a job well done, they exchanged a look of mirth. In the light of the street lamps they strode together arm in arm down the asphalt path beneath the trees. The sun had set already, and she felt safe with Gene beside her.

"Can you believe Mr. Smooth?" he asked her, chuckling.

"At times, yes. At times, no." she smiled. "You have to hand it to him. He is cute.'

"Yes he is," Gene grumbled. "But I’m not buying him a tux..."

He looked jealous for a moment, glancing around at the trees as they walk along. Sliding his arm around her waist asked her, "Tell m you're NOT going to marry some rich idiot who will expect you to kick out a few puppies, Ray."

"I don't know, Gene. I hadn't really thought about it long term. I don't suppose I have any intention of being anyone's trophy wife...or having anyone's baby. But if the right man asked..." she sighed, dreading the change in topic as Gene led her off the asphalt path into the stand of trees.

"Yeah, "Gene mumbled. The park was so huge that they forget they're in the city. Soon they are lost in the middle of trees, by a large pile of rocks.

"I guess you never know. If someone had told your mom when she was young that she'd end up in America, with a son, she might have thought that was nuts," she said tentatively.

"Yeah," he said slowly. "I came here... when i was 8... Who'd have thought it?"

"But some things you can't plan...." she said, folding her arms and standing a distance from him. She turned to look at him a moment, eyes full of questions at his sudden change in topic.

"No, you can't," Gene said, his own arms folded. "All I know is you make your own fate."

"Did your dad came with you?" she asked quietly. He looks at her a moment, lip curling with anger.

"He up and left... when I was young," he said angrily.

"I'm...so sorry," she said.

"Don't ask me why... probably had a better gig someplace ELSE... the bastard." Gene turned, pacing and throwing up his hands.

"It's a clique but it really and truly is his loss." She said.

"Sure could have friggin told my mom why..." he mumbled, still pacing off with his hands behind his back.

"Gene," she said, walking after his long legged stride, which took them deeper into the forest.

"Marriage, what a crock! "I don't need someone telling me what to do. Or need someone telling HER what to do... but who can I ask. I'm not responsible for my mom's decisions..." he snapped to the trees.

"What on earth prompted THIS, Gene?" she asked.

"It's not for me, but who's to say you won't want to get married... someday..." He turns back to her. "If that's what you want... I'm only sorry that it wouldn't be with yours truly. It's just not my thing."

"Gene...settle down." she said quietly, arms hugging herself in the quickening wind that chilled her.

"But anyway..." he sighed.

"I've told you before...if this is what it is, I can live with it, at least for now," she repeated, hand on his arm.

"I'm glad," he said.

"And when it gets to be too much, we both know where the door is." She repeated like a mantra.

"It's just... well... i care about you... and I don't want to mislead you. But i don't want this stuff to get in the way of what we can have," Gene said, fingering her cheek. "WE can have a great time together... If we don't let someone make us play by THEIR rules. That is."

"I don't have any rules to play by, Gene. I never have." She said stiffly. "Despite what you think about my family situation..."

"Really? What about mom and dad?" he asks slowly. "I doubt they'll welcome me as you said before."

"That's.... DIFFERENT." she bristled a bit.

"How is it? Well it's your decision. To tell or not to tell them," he said.

"Gene WHY are we talking about this?" she demanded, whirling on him with anger in her eyes.

"Just a reality check. Do what YOU think is right. I'll still be here either way. But don't let them talk you into jerks like Harold and Mike... They're only out to..." he trailed off and clamped his mouth shut. "Never mind. Forget I said anything."

Back to him she exhaled in anger, "It's just not that simple. My mom's not LIKE yours, Gene. Do you honestly think that if I COULD introduce you, I would?"

"I'm not asking you too," he said softly. "I'm just saying, don't let them rule your life. That's why i asked you to move in with me. Among other reasons."

"They don't RULE my life," she said angrily, but deep down knowing they might.

"Oh really?" Gene asked.

"I don’t HAVE to have their approval on everything I DO, Gene Klein." she spat.

"If they didn't, then you wouldn't be ashamed of who you are... when you aren't there..." he said firmly. "Afraid to tell my own mom your last name."

"Just because I'm a teacher like them, that's somehow BAD. That's somehow CAVING in. I see what you're getting at. You have ALL the damn answers. You are soooo damn worldly, Gene, that you can tell ME what I'm doing wrong. We'll I have you KNOW..." she started, then begins to cry softly.

Gene turned her around to face him. He sighed, "I didn't mean that. I... shit... look at me Hon.. Please... I'm sorry... I just don’t 'want you to have your spark snuffled out by others... you’re special Ray... VERY special..."

He looked vulnerable for a minute, unsure of what to say as she wiped her eyes, still crying. He reached his arms out to her, saying, "Whatever you do now pays the bills, it's fine... but I have seen your sing and I've heard your music. You have real talent... and I don't just say that to anyone... you know..."

"And I'm going to live off WHAT money when I pursue this dream?" she sobbed bitterly, "Last I saw, record companies weren't exactly beating down my door."

"You can make it," he said. "You just have to try. I'm not going to teach snot nosed kids the rest of my life. But if you chose to be a teacher, you can be a DAMN good one."

She shook her head in frustration as he continued, "And you can find time to pursue what you want. I'm not here to tell you what to do... okay maybe I am... but if you have a dream, you'll find a way. I know it. Cause I will be rich and famous. And people who told me otherwise can kiss my ass..."

"I don't want to do...THIS, but how the hell can I NOT?" she shouted, stamping her foot.

"What ‘this’?" he asked, cupping her face in his hands. "Tell me sweetheart... what ‘this’ you are talking about? Teaching?"

"How can I look a 4 year degree in the face and say, "You KNOW, I'm just not into you any more."

"You have so m any chances then I ever had," he said.

"No....I don't...." she sobbed.

"You do, you always do," he said, taking her in his arms and hugging her tightly to him. "You have people who care about you. Really care... and you have the talent and the will to do whatever you want... teaching, science whatever."

He held her out, wiping her tears with his finger and kissing her cheeks as she pulled away. She looked up at him a minute, sniffling, "God, I wish I had your confidence."

"It takes hard work," he said honestly. "When you get picked on as the geek and the fat kid... And as the guy who has no DAD... You sink or swim."

"I know you were pushed around but… I don’t have your strength!" she cried.

"You're pretty, hell beautiful, and you can sing, you can draw... you have so many damn talents you might no even be ware of..."

"But I don't DO anything with them, Gene. What good are they if they don't help me?" she shivered in his arms, burying her head in his chest again. He kissed her hard, slipping his tongue into her mouth. Ray sobbed through the kiss, unable to resist his caresses any longer.

"Find a way," he whispered. "You will... trust me."

He massaged her back and lowered her to sit on the soft grass by him. Slowly he rocked her against him as she cries, kissing her softly. They sat side by side under the trees, Gene rubbing her cheek and holding her hands in his.

"I'm sorry, I'm ruining your sex feast." she rubbed her eyes, attempting to laugh.

"It's okay," he laughed back. "Good thing about it, is you can always get back to it..."

"Yeah," she sighed. "But I don’t know if I can do what you say…"

"I don't want you to doubt yourself when I believe in you... god that sounds cheesy..." Gene winced, as if spitting out a bad taste and laughed. He took her hand and kissed the inside of the palm.

"I appreciate that, hon. you have no idea," she said sadly.

"Hmm?" he asked, looking at her. "Did someone TELL you that you couldn't amount to anything as a singer? Your so called friends?"

"Look.... I know that you think you're going to make it and God knows, I believe you will, but really, what are the odds for me?"

"As much as for me. But you have to build up your self confidence first... and wait till you're ready," he said with a sigh. "You’ll know when the time comes."

"But When GENE?"

"You have your whole life ahead of you," he said. "And you’ll know. It won’t happen over night. But it starts by wishing, then by doing. Taking the steps no matter how small and how hard."

Stan and Marcia held hands, shyly glancing back and forth as they got off the bus. Like guilty school kids they tiptoed up to Steve’s front door. He knocked on the door, but heard no answer. Reaching under the doormat he pulled out a key and unlocked the door. As they walked in, he called Steve’s name. There was no answer.

"Steve?" she called out, then eagerly ran behind Stan and wrapped her arms around him. He closed the door, and they grinned warmly. No Steve. Or else he was downstairs.

He walked her upstairs to the guestroom, opening the door. She turned to him, her eyes blazing. Into his ear she whispered, "If I'm a bad girl, do you promise not to tell?"

"I do," he said, locking the door behind them.

"I want you, Stan. I want you to teach me everything you know." she said in a low quiet voice in the dim light of the streetlights outside the window. "I don't want to be inexperienced any more."

"I know," he whispered reaching down and picking her up in his arms effortlessly. She was amazed with his strength as he carried her to the bed and laid her down delicately.

"What are you going to do to me?" she whispered, picking up a line from one of her romance novels.

"Slowly undress you and kiss each part," he whispered as she played lightly with his shirt.

"I borrowed a pair of panties from my sister. Not baby ones this time." she whispered. HE grinned, and slowly pulled her coat off. He lets his fall, and sits on the bed next to her.

"Was she better than I am?" she asked slowly.

"No," he said, kissing her lips tenderly to silence her questions.

"And kiss EACH part?" she repeated, as his meaning sank in.

"She didn't care about what I wanted," he said softly, into her ear as he rubbed her chest and unbuttoned her sweater.

"I do, Stan. I do."

"Then you're better," he whispered. Spurred on by his progress, he unbuttoned her shirt, and then reached around to unzip her skirt. This time she was much bolder, unbuttoning his shirt as she rubbed his chest. He sighed deeply, leaning to kiss her exposed chest as he tossed her clothes aside. Her hands reached down to rub his bulge and unbuckle his belt softly.

He slithered out of his pants, standing up to do so as he kicked the aside. Marcia watched him in awe as his nude body was revealed to her. Urging her under the sheets he slid next to her and they embraced beneath them, pressing flesh together. Kissing her bare shoulder he moved down to her chest, and undid her bra. She moaned softly, panting as he nibbled and nursed at each sensitive nipple. Secretly he whispered for her to pull down his underwear as he moved down. She shrieked as Stanley put his tongue down her belly and kissed down to her belly button.

"What are you doing…"

"Relax, you’ll LOVE this…" he urged, as her fingers tangled in his hair, and she moaned as he put his head between her knees. She moaned as he licked her inside thigh, and kissed softly to put her legs on his shoulders. Gasping she arched her back as his tongue flickered over her nether regions. Her light screams filled his ears as he probed questioningly and clumsily with his tongue to find the spot where his fingers had explored. As he teased it, she screamed loudly, fingers tangling painfully to pull his hair. A wave of light exploded in her brain as her body tingled all over.

"GOD oh GOD!" she screamed, twisting in passion. He pushed his tongue further into her core, fastening his lips to her nether ones, and groaning as she contracted around him, legs wringing his neck almost. He had to grab her thighs and push them apart. For close to five minutes she whimpered and shivered, Stanley awed at what he had done. Gene was right, he chuckled to himself. Women DID love that.

He rolled her over and asked, "Are you okay honey? Did you LIKE that!"

"Oh yes!" she sobbed, hugging him as he shushed her. "Will you tickle me like you did before?"

"If you help me," he urged, putting her hand on him and letting her rub him to erectness. Already aroused by her screams, it didn’t’ take long to get to the place he wanted to be. As he knelt between her legs he stopped to hear Gene’s voice in his mind. Mumbling he reached down for a condom and ripped it open, handing it to her. She slipped it on his shaft, his fingers helping her as they shook. Ready for him, she spread her legs and bade him to enter her. He did so, cupping her ass with his hands and pushing in hard. They rose to meet each other, bucking and rocking easily. Much more easily this time he slipped in and out of her tight wetness, rubbing into that sensitive spot as she cried out.

Rocking her head back and forth, she urged him on, feeling nothing but pleasure this time. He did so, his swat dripping onto her glistening body. Already she was wet with her own perspiration, her eyes wide with pleasure and trust. As she clenched him, he knew he was close to his own release. As before the tingling rose over them both, a buzzing in her ears that surged into a full wave of bliss. Light exploded as something generated between them, and Stanley shouted loudly over her scream.

They came together, in a burst of fireworks. Stanley could swear he saw them behind his eyes as he exploded, and then collapsed onto her. Marcia moaned, coming to as her senses crashed back to earth. Kissing his shoulder she purred in delight, rocking him in her arms.

"That was so much better," she whispered, holding him.

"I’m glad," he smiled, kissing her lips as he pulled out. They lay together, pleased with their love.

Ray and Gene huddled together against the cold of encroaching night. Already it was getting late and they didn’t wish to be caught by some unsuspecting jogger. Still his need stiffly refused to go away, and it urgently reminded him of his presence. Ray felt him shifting uncomfortably next to him, and whispered, "Gene, are you ok? I’m sorry if I’m not making this easy."

"Sorry, the little guy just can’t seem to say no," he gritted his teeth.

"It’s hard to do it… here… in the open…"

"You willing to try something new?" he whispered.

"You mean…"

"Yes," he nodded. "If you don’t want to swallow that’s okay."

"Teach me," she urged. Gene slowly pulled her hand down to him, and urged her to unfasten his belt and jeans. He rubbed her breasts through her blouse, reaching into her coat to do so. She groaned softly at his touch, unzipping his pants slowly as her heart pounded with fear. Hand on the back of her neck Gene urged her to put her head in his lap, and sighed deeply as she lowered her face down. Her fingers wrapped around him as she extracted him and held him in her hands, rubbing softly between them.

"Nice and easy, just tease me with your tongue," he whispered, positioning her lips close to him. He guided himself to her trembling mouth. All she could do at that moment was to kiss his slickness lightly and marvel at the softness of his skin over something hard and firm. Gently she slid her lips around him, as she had done in the restaurant with a food item.

His fingers tangled in her hair, hand on the back of her neck as he nodded, breath coming in sharp gasps. Instinctively she worked him, smothered by his live presence sliding up and over her tongue and touching the back of her throat. She gagged, and Gene eased her off a bit with an encouraging hand. He moaned, "Ray, that’s it… just ease off a bit… careful… aww that’s it…"

Instinctively he pulled her off, and stood up, guiding her to kneel in front of him so she wouldn’t have to bend down so awkwardly. Again he guided her lips to him, slowly thrusting with his eager hips. With his back facing the way they had come, and Ray’s to a tree, he pulled her hair out of its holder and let it run through his fingers like water. Groaning he set the pace as she slid up and down him eagerly trying to please him.

Gene pulled her off him and urged her to lie down as he struggled out of his coat and spread it out. He whispered, "Lie down… I want both of us to enjoy this…"

She wondered how when Gene lay with his head by her hips and urged her to resume what she’d been doing. He pulled up her skirt, and pushed her panties down; glad she was wearing garter stockings. Slowly he kissed her inner thigh, pulling her hips to his face. She moaned, as Gene’s head pushed under her skirt, slowly licking and probing with his dexterous tongue. His other hand encouraged her to continue going down on him, lifting one leg of hers to rest on his shoulder. Quickly his tongue worked her to reach the same point he judged he was at, and she moaned, her mouth full of him. The chill around them shivered her, contrasting with the tremendous heat Gene was generating between her thighs.

"Gene please," she urged, pulling off.

"What love?" he gasped.

"I want you inside me… please…" she begged.

"I thought you’d never ask," he laughed, pulling his head out from under her skirt. He ripped her underwear apart trying to get it off her as he rolled to his knees and she moaned. He pulled her onto his knees to straddle him, and she gasped with relief as he pushed up into her.

She cried out, biting her lip as he thrust up into her, hard. It wouldn’t take much for her to come, and she did so, moaning into his neck. Gene kissed her hard, to muffle her next cries as he worked into her hard. Their arms locked frantically around each other, Ray’s legs wrapping around his waist. Fully clothed they rammed into each other, gasping and clawing at their backs.

Gene kissed her hard, bruising her lips as he shoved one last time into her hard. Against her lips he growled, exploding into her with hot excitement that spurred her into her last climax. Ray whimpered into his mouth, as she struggled not to bite down on his tongue thrust past hers. Heat warmed them both in the chilly evening, and Gene clasped her close, not wanting to pull out just yet.

"Feel better?" he asked her, as he released her mouth and she gasped for breath.

"Yes lover," she whispered, kissing his ear gratefully. For he had transported her away from her fears for that short time.

"Good, glad to help," he chuckled, kissing her softly.

"I could sit here all night with you," she sighed. "But I guess we need to get to Steve’s…"

"I think we could do that… as well as you are accommodating me," Gene laughed.

"You destroyed my underwear,’ she mumbled.

"Sorry," Gene chuckled. "I’ll get you a new pair…"

"But I’ll be freezing…" she moaned.

"I’ll keep you warm," he teased, thrusting his hips playfully. Ray moaned.

"Not more… I’m aching…" she teased.

"You are?" he whined playfully.

"Let’s go you idiot," she laughed, kissing his nose. Gene grinned and helped her to sit down while he pulled out and swiped her torn underwear away. She reached in her purse for some tissues and handed them to him so he could wipe off a bit. He put himself back together and she waited as he stood up and held his hand to her. Shakily she leaned against him, pulling his coat up and handing it to him. He swept it on stuffing her panties into his pocket, then kissing her ear as he helped her along with an arm around her hips. Still she stumbled, and Gene leaned down to pick her up and slung her over one shoulder as he walked along.

"HEY!" she laughed, kicking playfully. Ray was glad she had a longer skirt on tonight, that came past her knees. Gene held her skirt down, stumbling to the path as quickly as he could.

"I’m in a hurry darling," he laughed, spanking her ass playfully. "We have a bus to catch!"