speakscanadian | I CH-CH-CHOOSE YOU [for Asher; plot: ILU Day]

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I CH-CH-CHOOSE YOU [for Asher; plot: ILU Day]

Ray had always been a fan of Valentine's Day - it was the best excuse to try and schmooze a woman without losing too much face. This year though, he hadn't really found himself in the schmoozing mood, so he'd just eaten candy hearts and slurped down coffee all day, pouring over the remaining reports he still had to catch up on and avoiding the scary little cherubs embarrassing people left, right and centre. Luckily, when he'd gotten his message, it had been received in the relative privacy if the IPD office. He had a fair idea who mighta sent it, even glanced around to see if he was right. No luck.

The next day didn't start much different, unless you counted the fact it began two hours earlier than normal due to a not-so-peaceful night's sleep. Ray had two things on his mind as he left his hut: coffee and doctors. Cooper wasn't expecting a visit but that was what made Ray hopeful - catch him off-guard and maybe there'd be something to spill. His hunch was still firmly hunched but he was no further forward in knowing what it was he was looking for. There was just something about the Talos siblings that simultaneously fascinated him and made him suspicious as all hell.

Slipping on sunglasses to shield his tired eyes from the bright light, he made his way to the Compound, caffeine-anticipation spurring him on. With one holiday out of the way and the winged Cupid guy having not caused too much trouble on the island, there was at least one thing for Ray to be thankful for today.

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Asher's mind was getting fuzzier as the moments rolled by and Ray's lips on his neck didn't exactly help clear it up any. He pushed into his touch, wanting more, needing to be closer.

"Three of them," he answered, words muffled against Ray's mouth, unbuttoning the last button on his shirt and running his hands up his chest.

Despite the warmth, Ray shivered at the feel of Asher's hands and it was only then that he realized he was shaking minutely. Passion, he decided, not nerves.

He couldn't quite tear himself away for the small task of talking, so he withdrew his own hands and wrapped his fingers around Asher's tie, pulling it up and over his head which forced him to break contact.

"Pick the closest," he breathed, attacking the last button on Asher's shirt too and pushing it open roughly. Only it wasn't quite the last button and it ripped, a short clatter heard moments later when said button hit the wall at high speed. "Oops." Ray only hesitated for a moment before he freed Asher completely. Holy fuck, there was a half naked man standing in front of him. "Pick," he reminded him, running a palm up Asher's chest and wrapping it around the back of his neck to pull him back in, "and let's go."

He might have made a fuss about it under most ordinary circumstances, but Asher didn't even flinch, easily ignoring the damage to his shirt. It wasn't like he missed it all that much once the entire shirt was gone.

Fangs bit down gently on Ray's bottom lip, his fingers slipping into his belt loops before he pulled back and started tugging him further into the cabin of the boat. "Stairs," he warned, descending the three steps ahead of Ray and turning toward the room on the right, stepping out of his shoes before he hit the door.

Extracting Asher's fingers from his belt loops, Ray held onto them as he followed, then let go so Asher could go ahead of him. He paused briefly by the door, letting out a uneven breath even as his hands worked on autopilot, removing his shoes and socks and adding to the long line of discared clothes.

He'd do almost anything to feel those teeth on him again; it was frightening how badly he wanted it. Once inside the bedroom though, everything became a lot more real and Ray wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. His voice might have disappeared but he sought out Asher again with renewed enthusiasm, hoping fervour would conquer the ever-growing fear. Maybe if he just concentrated on Asher - on his fangs, on his pale electrifying skin, on the way his hair felt grasped tight between his fingers - he could forget about himself.

"Are you okay?" Asher asked, tilting his head and pressing his lips to Ray's neck before he could offer an answer. His tongue flicked out against his skin, followed by teeth scraping over a pulse point and nipping at him lightly.

As bad as he wanted this, he didn't want Ray to feel like he'd done all of this and brought him all the way out here just so he could get into his pants. He pulled back just to look at him, hands working slowly up and over Ray's shoulders, the sound of his own heart thundering loudly in his ears.

It was spectacularly unfair, Ray thought, to ask if he was okay and then do that to his neck. Who in their right mind would say "no" and risk it stopping? All that came out in response was a lot cut-off moan in the back of his throat and then he was forced to try and focus when Asher looked at him.

"Who, me? Yeauhh...sure." He waved it off, literally, turning them around so he could push Asher back onto the bed. "I'll be fi--c'mon, let's...I'm good," he insisted stubbornly, though perhaps not entirely convincingly. With a hand at the small of Asher's back, he pressed foward, reached out his free arm to stop a hard fall and stuck his tongue in Asher's mouth to prevent any more questions.

With a response like that, Asher had fully intended to continue pressing the issue, but to Ray's credit, he certainly didn't kiss like someone who was having any kind of second thoughts. Once Ray was hovering over him, he could barely remember what his own name was, let alone what he had just been worrying about only a few seconds earlier.

The kiss was returned eagerly, his arms moving up to wrap around Ray and his hip rolling up against him.

Holy fuck! Alarm bells went off in Ray's head when he felt Asher press up against him and he let out a grating noise but refused to break the kiss. He knew Asher was turned on but there was turned on and then there was turned on and as stupid as it sounded, Ray hadn't been prepared for the latter.

Control, that was all he needed to maintain, so he reached a hand behind his back one at a time and pulled at Asher's arms, clasping him around the wrists and lifting them above Asher's head. When Ray shifted to straddle him, he slid his palms along and laced their fingers together, gripping tightly and pressing their hands into the mattress.

It didn't last long. When he lowered himself onto Asher's hips he felt it again, reality came thundering back and Ray freaked out, shooting to his knees and covering his face with his hands, too late to stop the scared-as-shit "Oh my God!" from escaping.

Asher blinked up at Ray, spent the next few seconds trying to catch his breath. Eventually, he shifted, propping himself up on his elbows. "You're good, huh?" With a small grown, Asher flopped back down with a harsh Fuck, scrubbing a hand over his forehead. "I'm sorry. I should have known this was going to be too much for you."

Ray was convinced Asher was going to think he was a tease and bang would go the potential love of his fucking life. All because he couldn't give Asher what he wanted yet.

"I'm the one that should be apologizing," he insisted, uncovering his face slowly, shame written all over it. "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I want to, Asher, I do, but I've never done, I mean, I don't know how...I'm not rea--" He gasped, emotions overwhelming him, and pressed a hand to his chest like his heart was about to fall out. He climbed off Asher and rolled to face the wall, drawing his knees up so he was as small as he could make himself. "Please don't hate me."

"Hey, whoa, come on now. Don't talk like that," Asher sat up slightly, reaching over to run the backs of his fingers over Ray's shoulder. "I don't hate you. I could never hate you. If you're not ready, you're not read and that's alright. Okay?"

He dropped a light kiss down onto the side of Ray's neck, fingers still moving gently over his skin. "Come on, look at me. Please."

The kiss made Ray's chest hurt even more and he closed his eyes against the pain. He didn't deserve someone like Asher; he wasn't foolish enough to think that he did or ever would.

But slowly he was coaxed over and though his eyes were still shut when he finally faced Asher, they weren't for very long. "I bet there's hundreds of people back on the island that would kill to be with you right now and none of them would make you wait." Anybody with eyes would give anything to be in Ray's position, he was sure of that.

"There aren't, but even if there were it wouldn't matter. I told you already: I want you... and if I have to wait, then I'll wait." Because, really, what was another few months tacked onto the already eighteen or so month long dry-spell he was currently in the middle of? "Doesn't matter how long."

"Fuck," Ray exhaled, looking up at Asher with something akin to adoration. He reached for him, wanting him close again, and pressed his forehead to his, damn close to nuzzling him. Asher was going to wait.

He let out a laugh of relief, tension started to seep away. "I think I might love you." Taking a breath, he calmed himself down and reevaluated his statement. "No, I don't." A contented sigh. "I know I love you."

"I love you, too," he replied, trying but failing to keep his grin under control. It felt good to say those words, right, and hearing them was definitely something he could get used to. "Kind of a big leap from this morning; you only liked me then. Those cupcakes really must have been something else."

"Oh, you know what Italians are like," Ray smiled, watching his hand as he ran it gently down Asher's chest to his stomach. "Our hearts pretty much live in there." He stroked it, careful not to go too low considering he'd kind of cut Asher off in his prime a few minutes ago.

With the movement of his fingers, something caught his eye and he contemplated it for a moment before glancing at Asher. "I uh, can't think of anybody I'd rather do this, do this properly with, than you, Asher," he admitted, settling onto his back and rolling his head to the side so he could watch him. "I want you to take this." He slid the ring off his finger and held it between them. "Like a promise. I want you to be my uh, my first, so...take it, and give it back to me once you are."

Asher exhaled a small puff of air and stared at Ray for a long moment, searching his eyes for a punchline. He wasn't convinced that he hadn't just imagined all of that. When he looked down between them, though, there was the ring, and when it didn't vanish in a puff of smoke after he reached for it, that was when he was sure it hadn't all been in his head.

Once the ring was on his finger, Asher's mouth was against Ray's immediately. Too much more of this and he was sure his heart would explode in his chest.

Ray looked back, honest and open, and when he saw the ring go on Asher's finger, everything else he'd felt that day paled in comparison to the swell of emotion right then. Nothing could explain why they both realised their feelings for each other today but Ray was definitely of the opinion that it was better late than never.

He carded his fingers through Asher's hair, held him there as he returned the kiss, slowing it down, deepening it into something meaningful and memorable. There were a million and one things he wanted to do with Asher but all of that could wait until tomorrow. Ray knew he was right where he was meant to be tonight.

It took him several attempts to break the kiss and when he did, his voice as low and languid. "This was some day, huh?" Exhilirating. Exhausting. Exceptional. Ray hoped it was the first of many to come.

Asher hummed quietly in agreement as he settled down beside him, his head rested against his shoulder and his fingers lazily tracing light patterns over Ray's skin. He couldn't help but stealing the occasional glance down at the ring, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips each time he did, without fail.

He wasn't sure what he did to deserve this, but there was no doubt in his mind that he was the luckiest guy on the island; he didn't plan to take any of this for granted. "That just means we get to try and top it tomorrow." Today set the bar pretty fucking high, but he wasn't too worried about it. Any day he got to spend with Ray was automatically a hundred times better than any he spent without him.

Asher's fingers lulled Ray into a sleepy trance, calming and soothing and comforting him all at the same time. His heart beat steadily but it felt different, like it was beating for a reason now, like it wanted to beat just for Asher.

Ray wrapped an arm around him and turned his head slightly to press a kiss to his forehead. He left his mouth there and closed his eyes, breathing out slowly, then dropped his head back onto the pillow. "Can't wait," he whispered, and never had a truer word been spoken.

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