For Asher [dated 4th August 2013]

[speakscanadian]

The facts were these:

Fraser wasn’t currently in need of the uniform.

It was Asher’s birthday.

Ray wanted brownie points. And sex.

The solution had been simple really. Ray tried not to think of it as taking advantage of his best friend’s situation. In fact, he could even argue that it was Fraser who had suggested the idea in the first place. When Ray had come across mini-Benny, he’d never intended to steal borrow his Mountie uniform but after their encounter, Ray just couldn’t shake the memory of those immortal words:

”I look like a Mountie to you?”

Well, now it seemed like Ray did. Taking one final glance in the mirror before leaving, he adjusted the Stetson, so that it sat straight, and smoothed down the lanyard. It wasn’t the first time he’d worn the outfit but he still wasn’t exactly comfortable in it. If all went well though, he wouldn’t have to stay in it very long.

Asher was a pretty simple guy, really. Not in the slow-minded way but in the easy-to-please way. Sometimes Ray forgot that. He could definitely have been accused of trying too hard in the past. Unless he was pissed off or disappointed, Asher didn’t really show any feelings, so Ray often found himself over-compensating just to get a reaction from him. Usually, it ended up being the wrong one…

Today, though, Ray was all about simplicity and – forgive the sap – making Asher happy. If he couldn’t do it on his birthday, when could he?

So there Ray was outside, dressed head-to-toe in Canada, with a bucket of ice on the kitchen counter, drinks cooling inside it. There was a chocolate cupcake baked by his own fair hand, unlit candle sticking out the top, and a Zippo resting beside it.

No fuss. No drama. Definitely no old man jokes. What more could Asher want?

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[speakscanadian]

Ray might have asked for a lot but there was no doubt he was going to settle for much less, especially when the reason to was so persuasive.

Before leaning back in, he reached up and tipped the Stetson back, so he could see Asher better. "Thank you kindly," he replied in amusement before giving Asher what he wanted in a very un-Mountieish and unreserved manner.

[asher_talos]

"That is so wrong," Asher murmured against Ray's lips through a puff of laughter. The second he started apologizing for anything, he was done. Until then, he just returned the kiss eagerly, pressing himself against Ray.

[speakscanadian]

"On second thought," Ray muttered, breaking the kiss for just a moment, his hands rising to Asher's chest to start working on the knot of his tie, "it clashes with the hat a lot."

[asher_talos]

"Mm-hm," Asher hummed in agreement, catching Ray's lips again with his own. In the moment, he would have probably agreed with anything that involved getting rid of clothing, even a critique on fashion coming from a guy currently dressed up as an overgrown nutcracker.

[speakscanadian]

Fingers continued to work even while Ray indulged him. Just because Asher was the only with the fangs in his mouth didn't mean Ray couldn't own a kiss or two.

The tie was eventually loosened enough to pull apart, Ray giving it a sharp tug to remove it in one go. Instead of tossing it away though, he wrapped his arms around Asher to keep him close and started winding it up neatly round his hand. It was one of his favorites and Asher looked stupidly good in it, so it deserved a little respect.

[asher_talos]

"You've got an unfair advantage," Asher grumbled, hands skimming up and down over the back of Ray's tunic. Ray had plenty of experience getting Asher out of his clothes, and Asher out of Ray's, but these weren't Ray's clothes. There were more buttons, snaps and straps than he cared to deal with; he'd probably get bored before he even got the belt off.

He didn't even want to think about the boots.

[speakscanadian]

"This--" Ray tried a couple more times to speak, each time deciding his mouth had more important things to be doing. He pressed forward against Asher to move him backwards towards the bed, the coordination required by his feet distracting him just enough to continue with his point.

"This uniform took me half an hour to put on." Tie wrapped neatly, Ray pulled a hand around to Asher's belt, starting to undo it single-handedly with a surprising amount of ease. "It's not coming off yet."

The serge deserved a bit more time and attention after all the work that went into it.

[asher_talos]

"That's dedication," he said, taking Ray's lead and moving easily in the desired direction. "Or stupidity." Either way, being limited to a head and hands was beyond aggravating.

"I guess quickies in an igloo aren't too common among the RCMP."

[speakscanadian]

Tossing the tie onto the bed, Ray turned a look on Asher, giving his head a small, slow shake. Gaze unwavering, he put both hands to work on the belt, finishing the job before he opened his mouth.

"Keep talking," he told him, pushing Asher back onto the bed and taking a moment to admire the view. "We'll see how long it takes me before you can't string a sentence together," he added, dropping to his knees.

[asher_talos]

Had Asher not been turned on, he might have been a bit pissed off by the shoving. It wasn't exactly in character. "That wasn't very polite."

Not only that, but he put the hat in danger. Since lying with it on wasn't an option, he offered it to Ray.

"Despite that, challenge accepted."

[speakscanadian]

Taking the hat, Ray jerked it towards Asher in warning before fixing it on his head. "You just remember who's under this hat when you look down, okay?"

It was all well and good dressing up like the Mountie when Asher could see Ray's face. But Asher thinking about Fraser while Ray was on his knees wasn't part of the plan.

Hopefully the very act Ray was about to perform would be reminder enough that it couldn't possibly be Fraser down there.

[asher_talos]

"I try to forget when you're in your regular clothes. Now that you're wearing that...?" Asher trailed off, motioning up and down at the uniform. "It's like you've gone and done my imagination's job for me."

He was joking, of course, but he hooked a leg behind Ray's to keep him in place, just in case he'd managed to piss him off.

[speakscanadian]

Ray lifted his head just enough for his eyes to appear beneath the rim of the Stetson. Narrowed eyes with a warning glint that silently asked Asher who he thought had the power here.

The clicking of the pants' zipper was deliberately slow.

"You need a new fantasy..."

[asher_talos]

"One that involves a more silent partner?" Asher asked, on the verge of twiddling his thumbs, but not quite there just yet.

"Maybe next year."

[speakscanadian]

Ray smirked at that. Even if it was a joke, that was one thing Asher was never going to get, not as long as he was with Ray.

Getting things back up to speed, he pulled away all unnecessary clothing and lifted himself off his knees just high enough and long enough to cover Asher's mouth with his own again. It was a slower kiss than before, intended to catch his attention and hold it.

"And maybe next year I'll make that fantasy come true too," he whispered, before sinking back down. Asher had blown his candle out without hassle or delay; it was only fair that he got the same treatment in return.