[For Ray]

[asher_talos]

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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[asher_talos]

"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.

[speakscanadian]

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?"

[asher_talos]

"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.

[speakscanadian]

"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?"

[asher_talos]

"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.

[speakscanadian]

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."

[asher_talos]

"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.

[speakscanadian]

"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."

[asher_talos]

"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.

[speakscanadian]

"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."

[asher_talos]

"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."

[speakscanadian]

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."