inhibitions [atomwave]
((for @houseofdead who asked for a ‘fuck or die’ trope for the drabble thingy :) thanks for the prompt, I enjoyed writing this a lot, so I hope you enjoy reading it at least as much :)))
“Ray? Ray! What’s wrong?!” Sara yells, barreling through the door like the Waverider’s on fire.
Ray does his absolute best to pull his pants up as fast as he can, but mortification slows his movements and there’s an awkward second when his dick is hanging out for Sara (and Zari and Amaya and Nate) to see.
Ray’s had better days, that’s for sure.
Mick, of course, looks unconcerned, raising an eyebrow at their teammates, crowding the doorway to Mick’s room and gaping at them in pure shock. And obvious worry. In a different situation (namely, with his pants firmly on), Ray would feel touched for having teammates who are concerned about his health.
Sara, always the captain, is the first to recover.
“Gideon said you were in distress,” she says slowly, the corners of her mouth twitching. “Elevated heart-rate, excessive sweating, chemically induced, potential poisoning…”
“I’m… fine,” Ray squeaks, but his voice is shot and he’s sweating and he just knows his pupils are blown, and a shiver runs through him when he tries to smooth his hair back from his damp forehead. “Really. It’s… it’ll pass. I won’t really die.”
That’s exactly the wrong thing to say, because Sara’s eyes go wide and then she frowns at him:
“What? What do you mean, you won’t-“
“It’s from my book,” Mick grunts, and Ray just knows he’s scowling at their teammates, even when Mick has his back to Ray at the moment. “Early birthday present or some shit. Haircut knows what he’s doing. Right?”
He addresses the last part to Ray, and the hint of concern in his voice is enough to make Ray smile. And shiver again.
“I… think so?” he tries, and then Mick is scowling at him, and that’s… not nice. At all.
“You think?! You said it was safe!”
“It is!” Ray yelps. “At least I think it is? There’s not exactly scientific precedent for inducing a temporary… um. Situation? Like this?”
“What situation?” Amaya asks, suspicion clear in her voice. “Ray? What did you do?”
And Ray can’t really think of any explanation besides the truth, probably courtesy of the lowered inhibitions, among other things.
“There’s this… trope that Mick likes to use. In his books. So I figured… it would be fun to try? It’s about… um. Needing to have… uh. Have sex to survive?”
“Oh my god,” several Legends groan at once. It might be all of them, even. Ray sighs and closes his eyes.
“Can we talk about this tomorrow? Please?”
“Oh, we definitely will,” Sara smirks and then shoos the rest of the team out of the door. “C’mon, guys, we wouldn’t like Doctor Palmer to die of severe Vitamin D deficiency, would we?”
They’re still cackling when the door swooshes closed and Ray wants to die for real now – until Mick steps back into his personal space with that wicked gleam in his eyes.
“So, where were we?” he asks, his growl decidedly inviting, and Ray decides to stop worrying about the rest of the team.
He has a man to play out a dirty fantasy with, after all.
