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Ray Vecchio
speakscanadian
02 January 2011 @ 10:27 pm
For Asher  
"Well, they are my best feature," Ray replied in the slickest voice he could manage. Removing Asher's hand from his pants, he slid past him and down the rest of the stairs ahead of him, reaching the bottom as quietly as possible.

"Hello?" He called out after a beat, pricking his ears and waiting for a reply. He raised his voice. "Hello? Anybody?" Unless they were passed out in the shower or slumped against a washing machine, it looked like they were alone.

The basement dorm room was the last place to check and Ray couldn't help it when he approached like a cop, pressing his back to the wall outside before ducking inside and scanning the place.

Just as empty.


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[identity profile] speakscanadian.livejournal.com on January 5th, 2011 11:09 pm (UTC)
The bite made Ray want to do things that he didn't want to do and was in no way ready for. But he already knew that it would be good, if what they were doing now was anything to go by.

Licking his bottom lip to calm the sting, he drew back and stared at Asher until he realised what he was doing, like he'd just decided there was no turning back. Dipping his head again, he dropped a kiss on Asher's shoulder, then his chest, then a rib that he'd been dragging his fingernails over and over.

"I thought keeping it up was the entire point," he murmured, mouth moving to his neck. He squirmed at the touch on his back and pushed his hips against Asher's, just to prove that even now he didn't do what Asher wanted him to. He was definitely keeping it up but he doubted he'd actually end up on the floor. Alone.