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Title: Wait
Pairing: Sean Van Vleet/Ray Toro
Word Count: 1322
Rating: G
Warnings: None. It's basically cuddles. In spaaaaccceee. IDEK.
Summary: Rebels in Space, or something like that. Ray talks to Sean who is trying to find the rest of his failboat crew.
DISCLAIMER: I WON THEM IN A CARD GAME, YOU GUYS, THEY'RE ALL MINE. Except for how not really. Honestly, if I ever claim to own these dudes, you guys need to (A) Check my non-existent basement and (B) Have me committed. XD
Sean Van Vleet/Ray Toro
131: Is it all you have left
Or have you gone with the rebels of heart
Shame - Empires
=====
Sean crawls into Ray's bunk, late in the night, with the engines humming around them. Ray opens his eyes slowly, watching him settle before feeling the warmth of his cheek resting on Ray's shoulder lightly.
"You okay?" Ray asks, sleepy and too tired to care as he slides his arm around Sean's shoulders. Sean's been subdued, different from what Ray remembers seeing at safe-houses. Sean presses closer, head pushing under Ray's chin and Ray remembers hearing him laugh and watching his fingers fly over the keys of a computer.
"What if we don't find them?"
"We will," Ray says, secretly wondering the same thing. Ray wonders what he would do, if he suddenly found his best friends and crew captured. Sean sighs, and Ray can see the blurry movement of his hair fluttering from his breath. Sean's arm drapes over Ray's chest after a moment, warm and comfortable.
"But what if we don't?" Sean asks softly, and Ray does the only thing he can think to do, and hugs him tight.
"We will," he murmurs in the dark, with the engines humming under their words and breathing and the sounds of Frank and Gerard on the bridge.
"We've got a lead," Ray says as Sean brings him a cup of coffee that looks (and smells) more like sludge. Ray takes a sip of it though, grateful for the caffeine as Sean nods and sits down beside of him. Besides Mikey, Ray has never seen someone so easy around computers, so willing to use them and be used by them.
"Yeah?" Sean asks, leaning forward as his hands curl around his cup of tea, steam swirling into his face as he takes a small sip. Ray can see the hint of silver at the base of his thumb, and Ray wonders what it's from. His eyes keep sliding back to it as he starts speaking.
"Trade ship was spotted yesterday in the Delphi Quadrant, over near a guy we know. Him and his crew are checking it out as a favor to Mikey," Ray says, watching Sean snort.
"How many people owe favors to Mikey Way?"
"More than we know, probably," Ray says, snorting as Sean sighs and nods. He sits forward in his seat, typing on the computer lazily.
"Who's the guy looking into it?"
"Gabe Saporta and his crew," Ray says, laughing when Sean stares at him, hands frozen on the keyboard. Ray waves it off after a minute, saying "Mikey's known Gabe for about as long as I've known Mikey and Gee. If they can get your crew out and here, they will."
Sean nods slowly, sitting back in his chair, pulling his feet under him as he looks into his teacup. Ray's eyes go back to the silver flash that keeps catching the light.
"What happened?" Ray asks after a moment of silence. Sean blinks and looks up at Ray, who jerks his head in the direction of Sean's hand.
"Implant. Goes around my thumb. I used to work for the government, but when I defected, I kept the implant. Max. Max is the one who filed the serial number off and keyed it in so we could know when they were getting close," Sean says, holding his hand out as Ray looks it over. Sean's hand is warm, save for the slightly cooler patch around his thumb.
"Why's it showing?"
"It's that synth-skin or whatever? I got burned, last year, and they used it, but I never finished the course of it, so it didn't take. It doesn't hurt or anything," he says as Ray nods slowly, releasing his hand before Sean gives him a careful smile.
"I can see if Frank has some. He's always getting hurt or whatever," Ray says, watching Sean nod. He finishes his tea, putting his cup on the ground beside of him and Ray knows that one of them's going to kick it over or something before the night's over with.
"Thanks," Sean says after a minute of typing. Ray waves him off, sipping on his coffee, but unable to stop his own smile.
It's a week later when Gabe calls them, face larger than life on the screen as he grins smugly.
"Yo, three days in our usual meeting spot."
"Any major injuries?"
"Tom's arm was broken and Ryan's ribs were cracked all to fuck, and Max has some amazing bruises. Nate's got it under control, dude. Max said to tell Sean to get some sleep or else," Gabe says as Ray sinks into his chair, laughing softly as he nods. Mikey finishes his goodbyes to Gabe, turning the screen off as he looks over at Ray. Ray isn't really needed for much, other than taking off and docking, but he likes sitting in the front of the ship, steering it around asteroids and any other space debris.
"Go tell him," Mikey says, nudging his leg with one of his feet. Mikey's expression doesn't change when Ray stands, but he thinks that Mikey approves. He finds Sean sitting at one of the observation windows, wide panes of glass, reinforced but crystal clear (when clean) (which is rare for them). He's got one of the data pads beside of him, but he's not doing anything with it.
"Hey," Ray says, walking over to sit down beside of him. Sean looks at him and gives him a weak smile.
"Gabe just called."
"Good news?"
"They've got 'em. Some minor injuries, but nothing that Nate can't take care of. We're gonna meet up with them in about three days. We'll take you guys back to your port or ship or whatever," Ray says, watching Sean snort softly. Sean loops his arms around his legs and Ray thinks that maybe he shouldn't get too used to watching him.
"You think Gerard would let us stay?"
"Do you wanna stay?" Ray asks, surprised as Sean shrugs lightly.
"Well, the guys who grabbed Max, Tom, and Ryan probably scrapped our ship. And thanks to this," Sean waves his hand around, the silver winking out at Ray, "I can't really stay in any port too long," he says, as Ray nods slowly.
"We can talk to Gee about it. I don't think he'd have a problem with letting you guys stay," Ray says, tentative but enjoying the way Sean blinks and smiles slowly, like he wasn't expecting it. Ray reaches out and shoves at Sean lightly, grinning.
"Don't look so surprised; Gee likes lost causes," Ray says as Sean laughs, shoving him back. It's easy, after that, to pick at Sean, watching him smile, and to remember how he was at safe-houses.
It's later that night, Ray unable to sleep, that he walks down the hall, pausing at Sean's door, biting his lip, before knocking. He's not sure why he's here, but when the door slides open and Sean's standing there, Sean doesn't look all that surprised.
"Coming to me now, huh?" Sean says, standing back to let Ray step through. Ray laughs nervously, opening his mouth to say something before Sean steps forward and presses their lips together lightly. Sean's eyes are brighter than they have been in weeks, and Ray wants to say something, anything, but the only thing he does is kiss Sean again.
Sean sighs into his mouth, easy and comfortable, like he's curling up on Ray to sleep, like he needs the company. Ray kisses him because he likes the way he laughs, because he likes the way that Sean fits himself into anything that he can, like a cat. He kisses Sean because he wants to and when Sean pushes him back into the one chair in the room, Ray laughs softly, going with it.
"Yeah, coming to you now," Ray says against his lips, pulling Sean on top of him, kissing him again, feeling Sean grin into it.
fictionalfaerie for a prompt with numbers for an informal music is my bf. And here is THAT response!Title: Wait
Pairing: Sean Van Vleet/Ray Toro
Word Count: 1322
Rating: G
Warnings: None. It's basically cuddles. In spaaaaccceee. IDEK.
Summary: Rebels in Space, or something like that. Ray talks to Sean who is trying to find the rest of his failboat crew.
DISCLAIMER: I WON THEM IN A CARD GAME, YOU GUYS, THEY'RE ALL MINE. Except for how not really. Honestly, if I ever claim to own these dudes, you guys need to (A) Check my non-existent basement and (B) Have me committed. XD
Sean Van Vleet/Ray Toro
131: Is it all you have left
Or have you gone with the rebels of heart
Shame - Empires
=====
Sean crawls into Ray's bunk, late in the night, with the engines humming around them. Ray opens his eyes slowly, watching him settle before feeling the warmth of his cheek resting on Ray's shoulder lightly.
"You okay?" Ray asks, sleepy and too tired to care as he slides his arm around Sean's shoulders. Sean's been subdued, different from what Ray remembers seeing at safe-houses. Sean presses closer, head pushing under Ray's chin and Ray remembers hearing him laugh and watching his fingers fly over the keys of a computer.
"What if we don't find them?"
"We will," Ray says, secretly wondering the same thing. Ray wonders what he would do, if he suddenly found his best friends and crew captured. Sean sighs, and Ray can see the blurry movement of his hair fluttering from his breath. Sean's arm drapes over Ray's chest after a moment, warm and comfortable.
"But what if we don't?" Sean asks softly, and Ray does the only thing he can think to do, and hugs him tight.
"We will," he murmurs in the dark, with the engines humming under their words and breathing and the sounds of Frank and Gerard on the bridge.
"We've got a lead," Ray says as Sean brings him a cup of coffee that looks (and smells) more like sludge. Ray takes a sip of it though, grateful for the caffeine as Sean nods and sits down beside of him. Besides Mikey, Ray has never seen someone so easy around computers, so willing to use them and be used by them.
"Yeah?" Sean asks, leaning forward as his hands curl around his cup of tea, steam swirling into his face as he takes a small sip. Ray can see the hint of silver at the base of his thumb, and Ray wonders what it's from. His eyes keep sliding back to it as he starts speaking.
"Trade ship was spotted yesterday in the Delphi Quadrant, over near a guy we know. Him and his crew are checking it out as a favor to Mikey," Ray says, watching Sean snort.
"How many people owe favors to Mikey Way?"
"More than we know, probably," Ray says, snorting as Sean sighs and nods. He sits forward in his seat, typing on the computer lazily.
"Who's the guy looking into it?"
"Gabe Saporta and his crew," Ray says, laughing when Sean stares at him, hands frozen on the keyboard. Ray waves it off after a minute, saying "Mikey's known Gabe for about as long as I've known Mikey and Gee. If they can get your crew out and here, they will."
Sean nods slowly, sitting back in his chair, pulling his feet under him as he looks into his teacup. Ray's eyes go back to the silver flash that keeps catching the light.
"What happened?" Ray asks after a moment of silence. Sean blinks and looks up at Ray, who jerks his head in the direction of Sean's hand.
"Implant. Goes around my thumb. I used to work for the government, but when I defected, I kept the implant. Max. Max is the one who filed the serial number off and keyed it in so we could know when they were getting close," Sean says, holding his hand out as Ray looks it over. Sean's hand is warm, save for the slightly cooler patch around his thumb.
"Why's it showing?"
"It's that synth-skin or whatever? I got burned, last year, and they used it, but I never finished the course of it, so it didn't take. It doesn't hurt or anything," he says as Ray nods slowly, releasing his hand before Sean gives him a careful smile.
"I can see if Frank has some. He's always getting hurt or whatever," Ray says, watching Sean nod. He finishes his tea, putting his cup on the ground beside of him and Ray knows that one of them's going to kick it over or something before the night's over with.
"Thanks," Sean says after a minute of typing. Ray waves him off, sipping on his coffee, but unable to stop his own smile.
It's a week later when Gabe calls them, face larger than life on the screen as he grins smugly.
"Yo, three days in our usual meeting spot."
"Any major injuries?"
"Tom's arm was broken and Ryan's ribs were cracked all to fuck, and Max has some amazing bruises. Nate's got it under control, dude. Max said to tell Sean to get some sleep or else," Gabe says as Ray sinks into his chair, laughing softly as he nods. Mikey finishes his goodbyes to Gabe, turning the screen off as he looks over at Ray. Ray isn't really needed for much, other than taking off and docking, but he likes sitting in the front of the ship, steering it around asteroids and any other space debris.
"Go tell him," Mikey says, nudging his leg with one of his feet. Mikey's expression doesn't change when Ray stands, but he thinks that Mikey approves. He finds Sean sitting at one of the observation windows, wide panes of glass, reinforced but crystal clear (when clean) (which is rare for them). He's got one of the data pads beside of him, but he's not doing anything with it.
"Hey," Ray says, walking over to sit down beside of him. Sean looks at him and gives him a weak smile.
"Gabe just called."
"Good news?"
"They've got 'em. Some minor injuries, but nothing that Nate can't take care of. We're gonna meet up with them in about three days. We'll take you guys back to your port or ship or whatever," Ray says, watching Sean snort softly. Sean loops his arms around his legs and Ray thinks that maybe he shouldn't get too used to watching him.
"You think Gerard would let us stay?"
"Do you wanna stay?" Ray asks, surprised as Sean shrugs lightly.
"Well, the guys who grabbed Max, Tom, and Ryan probably scrapped our ship. And thanks to this," Sean waves his hand around, the silver winking out at Ray, "I can't really stay in any port too long," he says, as Ray nods slowly.
"We can talk to Gee about it. I don't think he'd have a problem with letting you guys stay," Ray says, tentative but enjoying the way Sean blinks and smiles slowly, like he wasn't expecting it. Ray reaches out and shoves at Sean lightly, grinning.
"Don't look so surprised; Gee likes lost causes," Ray says as Sean laughs, shoving him back. It's easy, after that, to pick at Sean, watching him smile, and to remember how he was at safe-houses.
It's later that night, Ray unable to sleep, that he walks down the hall, pausing at Sean's door, biting his lip, before knocking. He's not sure why he's here, but when the door slides open and Sean's standing there, Sean doesn't look all that surprised.
"Coming to me now, huh?" Sean says, standing back to let Ray step through. Ray laughs nervously, opening his mouth to say something before Sean steps forward and presses their lips together lightly. Sean's eyes are brighter than they have been in weeks, and Ray wants to say something, anything, but the only thing he does is kiss Sean again.
Sean sighs into his mouth, easy and comfortable, like he's curling up on Ray to sleep, like he needs the company. Ray kisses him because he likes the way he laughs, because he likes the way that Sean fits himself into anything that he can, like a cat. He kisses Sean because he wants to and when Sean pushes him back into the one chair in the room, Ray laughs softly, going with it.
"Yeah, coming to you now," Ray says against his lips, pulling Sean on top of him, kissing him again, feeling Sean grin into it.
