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brad is the only one who ever touches him with so much care , tenderness in strong hands and so unlike the precise coldness ray has seen him exhibit in every moment in theatre and in training , as if all the fire burning away in ray actually managed to melt parts of the front brad puts on for the world , the cold act he envelops himself in when leaving the confines of their four walls and their relationship and sometimes even keeping to it when in the middle of those . but none of that is found here tonight between them - it is warm , smoldering , and comfortable only years of being with each other has made them , the only way how ray could be so sincere and so forward in his advances , in showcasing what he wants . there is no fear of rebuff or misunderstanding between them either , not anymore or at this point , and they have always spoken the language of tactility and proximity best and better than words , their intimacy better and clearer conveying their love for and choice of one another than any vow ever could ( although ray loved those too , burned into his memory as they are ) and he knows just as well that brad sees it the same way . their first kiss translated all their passion and pent-up desire for one another , their first time wasn’t much different , and every other touch from them on has only translated all the emotions inside of them into a language both of them understood - and still do . ray on his knees in front of brad is not a new sight either , a position he has been in countless and countless of times before , but that does not mean he doesn’t feel a thrill when doing so , that he must be just as hot to the touch as the skin under his mouth is . they are always burning , for each other they are always burning . and he bites gently at the skin over brad’s hip bone , no aggressiveness to it as he does so , before looking back up at his husband . “ it’s what i want . and if you want the same , we could go down that road ,” he answers , a kiss pressed into brad’s skin again , lingering there with his forehead for a moment , before ray gathers himself off the floor to lean upwards and kiss brad again , the grin already taking over his face as he keeps his arms around brad’s torso . “ i know you do , and i love you for it , and sometimes my gratefulness combines itself just the right way with my guilt for snoring on you . c’mon , brad , dinner can wait . we can reheat , you promised me some action . so , what do you want?”
RAY IS A godsend where he is, on his knees in front of Brad and looking up at him with something burning deep in those dark eyes. The expression on his face is one of unshielded, unabashed love and admiration, shining like beacons in Brad’s direction. It captures his own heart, his own rapidly beating heart and echoes its rhythm. Their blood has flowed in unison from the very first moment two Marines in uniform laid eyes on one another at Pendleton. If the rest of them could only see their team leader and RTO now, making moon eyes at each other in the kitchen where they eat breakfast together, Ray Person-Colbert on his knees with his mouth circling ever closer to Brad’s groin. Brad doesn’t care what any of them would have to say about it, and the team they served with in Iraq has more than made up for any snide comments they’ve received since their coming out. Walt and Fick were in the wedding party, and Rudy helped with the catering. But any hardship would have been worth it for this. For Ray kissing him, hot and wet in places his skin stays cold even in the heat of summer, kissing him like he’s not afraid of the frostbite Brad gives just by existing. Ray leans in and presses his forehead to Brad’s belly, his soft and squishy most vulnerable parts, and Brad lets him, encourages him with a hand caressing the back of his neck so gently. And then Ray’s standing up to look him in the eye, sliding his way up Brad’s body to grab him and pull him and kiss him like he could taste Brad’s soul through his tongue, and Brad’s only recourse is to wrap his arms around Ray and pull him in. They’re locked in a circular embrace, Ray secure in Brad’s arms as Brad kisses back for everything he’s worth. ‘Sometimes?’ Brad teases. He isn’t even ashamed at the unmasked affection in his voice. He’s wrecked, whipped, done for. He’s got his whole life, the whole world in his arms right now, and he isn’t about to let it go. ‘I did promise...’ he puts on a show of making the decision, but they both know it was made the moment Ray kissed him. He reaches down, grabbing at the back of Ray’s thighs and hoisting him into the air, legs around his own waist as he holds Ray tight and turns to walk him toward the bedroom. ‘I want you.’
