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[For Ray]

When he wasn't possessed by the Island into thinking he was in love or being kidnapped, Asher had forgotten that being out on the boat could actually be pretty nice.

He wasn't sure where Ray was at that point, whether he was still out on the deck, the indoor sitting area, or even if he had gone overboard for that matter, though he was sure he would have heard the yelling from the bedroom if that last one were the case.

He was lying back on the foot of the bed, legs hanging over the edge and staring up through the porthole on the ceiling. He was also smoking, something he only did on the rare occasion now, having mostly broken the habit since the twins were born. Ray probably wouldn't appreciate it, which was why he hadn't simply lit up right in front of him.

After loosening his tie, Asher tucked his free hand behind his head. He wasn't sure if the peace even had half a chance of lasting the duration of their entire getaway, but he'd enjoy it for as long as it did.

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"Potentially," Asher replied. He didn't expect his answer to make Ray feel any differently about it, however.

"What could you possibly want to know about my life before I got here?" There wasn't much he could think of that Ray probably wouldn't regret knowing once he did. "If it's the life before that that you're actually interested in, then it's not me you want to find out more about."

"Where do I start?" Ray quipped, shifting on Asher's legs into a more comfortable position for them both. There were centuries upon centuries of blanks to fill in. But now wasn't the time for twenty questions, not after what Asher had already shared. Maybe one more question was okay though.

Ray's demeanor shifted into something less intense and a little more playful. He fiddled idly with the end of Asher's tie, face dipped down. Then he flicked his eyes up with a mischievous smile. "What's immortality feel like?"

"It felt like the exact opposite of what mortality feels like." And mortality still most definitely sucked. His opinion on that hadn't changed since his arrival, nor did he expect it to change as long as he was stuck that way.

"And I wasn't actually asking you to come up with things you want to know."

"Don't tease me," Ray replied, tugging on the knot of Asher's tie to loosen it some more. "What's mortality feel like to you? Does it make you want to seize," he gave another tug, "the," tug, "moment?"

"...it doesn't turn me on, if that's what you're hoping for," he said, looking down at his tie. He was more concerned about its well being than what any of Ray's intentions might have been.

"I don't need mortality, or a tie, to do that," Ray insisted, finally pulling the two ends apart. In one smooth movement, he removed it from Asher's collar and with due care and attention, folded it in half and laid it on the mattress.

"Thank you for telling me." He didn't go into any more detail. It was obvious what he was talking about and he could confidently conclude it wasn't something Asher wanted to rehash. He was grateful though, but the feeling was tinged with guilt too, for not having shown the same honesty Asher had. He could share his story, tell him about Irene, Louis, Frankie, but it wasn't something he could just offer up. Today's conversation belonged to Asher and that was enough.

"For telling you that I've had impure thoughts about your best friend?" Asher asked, lightening up just a touch now that his tie was out of harms way. He knew that wasn't what Ray meant, but he wasn't going to acknowledge the other thing.

"You're welcome."

Ray laughed, pinching the end of his nose. "Ahh, yeah. I can't wait to see his face when I tell him. Should I pretend to be affronted? Jealous?"

"Whatever you think will unnerve him the most." Being that this was the Mountie they were talking about, that probably wouldn't have taken much.

That was Fraser's Halloween fright sorted out then.

"You'd make an excellent best friend," Ray pointed out wryly, taking a breath and resting his hands on Asher's shoulder. "So. ...I'm practically in your lap, we have complete privacy and we're full of caffeine... What d'you fancy doing?"

"You," Asher said casually, having no qualms at all about being so direct. If he'd been forward before they probably could have avoided the whole conversation that had just taken place. "Unless there's still a chance I taste funny or you want to pick the activity again."

As far as he was concerned, Ray was never, ever allowed to pick the activity again.

"It's two o'clock in the afternoon," Ray pointed out. Despite the protest, or maybe because of it, he shifted up the rest of the way into Asher's lap, so that there was no 'practically' about it anymore.

"Wouldn't you rather go fishing?" Now the tie was out of the way, Ray set about unbuttoning the collar of Asher's shirt and the first couple of buttons. "Read a book? Take a nap?"

"It's five o'clock somewhere," Asher countered, his hands moving to wrap around Ray's waist.

"Wouldn't say no to a nap, though. After. But did you actually bring any fishing equipment or were you just going to dive in and catch them with your hands?" If that was the plan, Asher knew exactly when his nap would be scheduled.

Ray lifted his eyebrows and nodded, looking up briefly from the task at hand. "I've even got worms." Fraser might have been the one to collect them, but Ray had carried them onto the boat in a container and stuff.

When he reached the last button, he pushed his hands beneath Asher's shirt and up to his ribs. "So that's tomorrow's lunch sorted."

"You sound pretty confident with your skills," he said with a smirk that may have implied he meant more than just fishing.

"Do a lot of fishing in Chicago?" Asher asked, leaning in so his lips grazed Ray's as he spoke. There was a difference between fishing and actually catching something, not that he expected Ray to be honest with him if he'd never so much as gotten a nibble.

"Mostly fishing bodies outta the lake," Ray admitted, stealing a kiss before the moment was ruined. Asher had asked, though.

"And yes." He drew the word out. "I'm very confident in my skills. I bet I could make you sing for your supper."

"The glamorous life of Ray Vecchio," he muttered. Part of him wanted to know if there were cement blocks tied to the feet of those bodies, like some cliched mobster movie. Asking probably wouldn't have done anything for the mood though.

"You're certainly welcome to try." His hands moved from Ray's waist, trailing down over his thighs and back up again.

"You have no idea..." Dirt-licking, piddle-sniffing and dumpster diving tales could clearly wait for a better time.

"I was glamorous for a little while, you know," he added, moving his hands up to Asher's chest, lifting his shirt with it. His gaze dropped to the bare skin he'd revealed and he gave a look of appreciation. Challenge most definitely accepted.

"Riding in the back of limos, eatin' at posh restaurants. I even had a butler. Now tell me that's not classy."

"It's not... That means you were loaded, not necessarily that you were classy," Asher said, leaning in and kissing Ray again. It would be harder for him to protest if his mouth was occupied.

"Don't worry, I'm not into you because I thought you were classy."

Ray laughed a little against Asher's mouth, catching it again in a slow kiss. They had a few days on the boat and if Ray was gonna stand any chance of winning the challenge, he was gonna have to take his time.

"Glad to know I meet your low standards."

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