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The day had started out ordinary enough.
Asher had woken up first, and he had half a mind to wake Ray up, too. He doubted the other man would have protested too much at the method he'd have used to wake him, but he eventually decided against it, allowing him to continue sleeping in the end. Had he not, it would have otherwise been a lot more difficult to get any actual work done that morning.
He left a kiss on Ray's shoulder before sliding out of bed (it was a lot easier to be affectionate when the other party was more or less unconscious), and quietly went about pulling on his clothing. He would have preferred staying in bed himself, but the damn horses weren't going to feed and water themselves, no matter how hard he wished it.
He slipped out soundless when he was through, shutting the door behind him.
Maybe the lack of a herd of excited, barking dogs running to greet him should have been a clue that something was amiss. Instead, Asher just took it as a sign to hurry the fuck up and get out of there before they spotted him. It was a short-lived thought, though, as Asher only made it a few steps from the hut before spying Mr. Waffles' tail swaying on the other side of the hot tub before the dog sprung up, resting his front paws on the edge of the tub and peeking in, whimpering.
"Hey!" Asher called, whistling when that didn't automatically get the dog's attention.
Still nothing.
Maybe he'd inherited his father's 'deafness', Asher thought as he trudged over. Once close enough, though, he thought maybe he'd inherited the police dog skills instead.
It took a lot to startle a five-hundred year old vampire, but finding a corpse in his hot tub would apparently do it. Being more or less desensitize by that sort of thing, it was really just the shock of finding one there that rattled him, not the body itself. His initial ideal of how it might have gotten there didn't help, either.
"Holy fuck," Asher muttered under his breath. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he continued to repeat back to the hut, through the door and for a moment as he paced by the foot of the bed.
So much for letting Ray sleep in. Maybe he should have given him that blow job first after all.
"Vecchio?"
Asher had woken up first, and he had half a mind to wake Ray up, too. He doubted the other man would have protested too much at the method he'd have used to wake him, but he eventually decided against it, allowing him to continue sleeping in the end. Had he not, it would have otherwise been a lot more difficult to get any actual work done that morning.
He left a kiss on Ray's shoulder before sliding out of bed (it was a lot easier to be affectionate when the other party was more or less unconscious), and quietly went about pulling on his clothing. He would have preferred staying in bed himself, but the damn horses weren't going to feed and water themselves, no matter how hard he wished it.
He slipped out soundless when he was through, shutting the door behind him.
Maybe the lack of a herd of excited, barking dogs running to greet him should have been a clue that something was amiss. Instead, Asher just took it as a sign to hurry the fuck up and get out of there before they spotted him. It was a short-lived thought, though, as Asher only made it a few steps from the hut before spying Mr. Waffles' tail swaying on the other side of the hot tub before the dog sprung up, resting his front paws on the edge of the tub and peeking in, whimpering.
"Hey!" Asher called, whistling when that didn't automatically get the dog's attention.
Still nothing.
Maybe he'd inherited his father's 'deafness', Asher thought as he trudged over. Once close enough, though, he thought maybe he'd inherited the police dog skills instead.
It took a lot to startle a five-hundred year old vampire, but finding a corpse in his hot tub would apparently do it. Being more or less desensitize by that sort of thing, it was really just the shock of finding one there that rattled him, not the body itself. His initial ideal of how it might have gotten there didn't help, either.
"Holy fuck," Asher muttered under his breath. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he continued to repeat back to the hut, through the door and for a moment as he paced by the foot of the bed.
So much for letting Ray sleep in. Maybe he should have given him that blow job first after all.
"Vecchio?"
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