Ray Trovatelli

Rollin' with the LGBT || Ray & Seamus

Seamus was worried. This was a different. This was….making him nervous. He ran his fingers through his hair. “Are ye sure this is a good idea? He’s still so young!” He grunted as Ray stood in front of the mirror shaving. This was my no means Reilly’s first pride. Since he was born Ray and Seamus had been taking him to pride. Seamus & Ray wanted to normalise him having two dads and for him to be free to be whoever he wanted. From a young age it was clear to them that Reilly wasn’t straight. When he came out to them as bisexual it really wasn’t much of a shock. But the last few years Reilly had been getting really into drag. After watching the latest season of RuPauls Drag Race he insisted he wanted to walk the pride parade this year in full drag with his parents. “He’s fourteen ya know? What if someone thinks we’re bad dad or somethin’” he made some kind of a disgruntled expression. He couldn’t believe he Seamus cared what others thought. He was just worried Reilly might get laughed at or made fun of and he didn’t know if he’d be able to keep his temper if this happened. “Maybe we should tell him to wait until he’s sixteen at least?”

Ray kept his eyes on the task at hand. Shaving really was a chore but he wasn't about to let himself go - certainly not when they were to march in a massive parade. His eyes briefly flickered over to Seamus when he started talking. He shrugged at first, listening to Seamus talk on about it. He splashed water on his face, washing off the leftover shaving foam and grabbing the small towel. "Since when do you care what people think? Also, have you met Reilly? Have you ever seen that boy get down about something someone has said to him? He knows the risks, he knows what can happen but he doesn't care. If it makes him happy to go out and march in the parade like that, then I have nothing against it. And what some average Joe thinks of my parenting skills really could not bother me less." He wiped his face then looked at Seamus, his hand landing on the man's shoulder. "Relax, okay? It'll be fine."

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The Aftermath || Seamus & Ray

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Seamus smiled. Ray knew him all too well. Well he should do, they had been together for twenty years. Seamus gleamed excitedly when Ray presented him on the DVD of their wedding video “No fuckin’ way?!” he beamed as Ray popped the movie on. Seamus grinned, wrapping his arms tightly around Ray’s waist as his husband sat on his lap. He kissed the back of his head as the DVD started playing. “I can’t believe 14 years have passed already!?” he chuckled softly “Where did tha’ time go eh?”

He watched the screen and soon became immersed into the past. That beautiful day that Seamus would never forget. The happiest day of his life when he got to call Ray his forever. The sun was shining down, the garden where they got married looked beautiful, there were shots of the guests mingling. The orchestra were playing celestial soft tunes as people walked around. The scenes then cut to clips of them each walking up the aisle. Their best men and women, little Reilly as the ring bearer.

“God I canny remember him being so small!” Seamus whispered as the tap went on. Then got to Seamus’ favourite part, the exchanging of the vows and rings. God Ray looked so god damn handsome that day.He remembered the way he looked at him when he walked down the aisle. Seamus smiled to himself as he watched that clip. Sometime deep down inside him tugged at his heart and he nuzzled his face into the back of Ray’s neck, hoping his husband wouldn’t feel the single tear roll down his cheek.

Ray smiled watching the video. It had been a beautiful day. And it had taken him a damn long time to plan it all. The amount of stress and anxiety he lived through during the months leading up to their wedding was incalculable. Everything turned out okay though, no major disasters. The world decided to give them a break that time.

The wedding was one of the last times Ray got to see his grandfather. Delia was an old man by then. Bound to a wheelchair most of the time, he was a wholly different image of a man than the one in Ray’s childhood memories. He’d asked the man to marry them seeing as he was legally able to - a long story. The joy on his grandfather’s face when he’d asked almost made up for all the years he’d allowed him to think he was dead - almost. That day, Delia arrived in his best suit and held onto his walking stick determinedly as Ilsa helped him down the aisle to the top. Ray knew he was putting himself through a lot of pain but no amount of convincing would have made him sit down in his chair.

They had assigned sides - one for Ray and one for Seamus although some people didn’t really adhere and you were able to find some Italians amidst the redheads and some Irish in a throng of Italians on the right side of the aisle. Ray was to come from that direction, Seamus from the opposite and they met in the middle. Ray remembered that moment well. He hadn’t been able to take his eyes off Seamus - the moment so surreal. Never in a million years would he have guessed he’d be in love with a man and yet, seeing Seamus in his tuxedo walking towards him, it seemed awfully natural.

They linked their hands and walked up to where Delia stood. And the ceremony went on. Back in the hotel room, Seamus had leaned his head against him and Ray had an idea that it had been the vows that got to him. He turned his head enough so he could smile and kiss him.

“My favorite part’s coming up.” He announced, returning his gaze to the TV as the first few notes of their first dance sounded from the TV. It had been a magical moment. And as much as everyone says it and as cliche as it sounds, it really was like they had been the only ones on that dance floor. Everyone around them just blurred. They began the dance by looking at each other and at first, they were grinning - no doubt both were remembering the amount of evenings Ray had spent trying to teach Seamus how not to step on his feet during their first dance. Their grins eventually mellowed out into content smiles as the song continued.

By some people’s standards, they hadn’t been together that long but they had certainly had their fair share of ups and downs. Damn it, they had faked their own deaths. Back then, Ray had told himself it was so they could end his ties with the mob and do something with his life but in reality? They fled Launceston so they could be together. They fled so both of them had a chance at life. Together. They knew that if they stayed either one or both would have ended up dead.

Yet, here they were... Slow dancing and with nothing but love in their eyes. Ray’s mind flashed back through all the times things were hard. Seamus’ drug addiction, the night he got assaulted, the time Seamus burned him, the first night they made love and the morning after when Seamus fled. All the fights and all the hurt. None of that mattered because the man standing in front of him right now... He hadn’t changed, not exactly. He was still perfectly Seamus - but he was the Seamus that got a break from all the shitty cards he was dealt. It was a Seamus that was loved and would always be loved. Seamus still with all of his annoying habits of leaving clothes around and not cleaning up after himself but Seamus who was happy. Ray wouldn’t have had it any other way.

They moved closer, narrowing the gap between their bodies. Watching the video, Ray remembered the moment vividly. He’d closed his eyes and tried to engrave the moment in his mind - the smells of the flowers, fresh air and their cologne and the sound of the song of their first dance.

This time it was his turn for tears but it wasn’t just one. And he didn’t really notice he was crying - it just sort of... happened. A lot of time had passed.

The Aftermath || Seamus & Ray

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Seamus laughed shaking his head. “How do yer always know exactly what I need eh?” he smirked as he watched the food being brought into the room. He grabbed a chair and sat down at the table. The food looked absolutely divine. He nodded listening to Ray’s oh so intricate description of their meal for no more than a second before digging in himself. “It’s fuckin’ fantastic babe” he said through a mouthful of nachos, bad as well-mannered as ever. He never did learn. Despite the disapproving look on Ray’s face he continued to eat anyway.

“Yer tha’ best ya know tha’ sweet’eart?” he spoke in a muffled manner,mouth still full of food. “Tha’ fuckin’ best” he added before swallowing and washing his food down with a swig of champagne. “Good shit, good shit” he grinned, sitting back in his chair for a moment smirking at his partner, Ray was still tucking his napkin into his collar and deliberating between which fork would be best suited to his side of vegetables. They were polar opposites, which is exactly why they worked so well together.

Without warning Seamus leaned across the table and stole a kiss from Ray’s unsuspecting lips. “I fuckin’ love you” he murmured against the other man’s soft lips before pulling away slowly “Thank you….fer all this I mean” he added before sitting back down in his seat again to enjoy the rest of the food Ray had picked out for them.

“We’ve been together long enough for me to know what you’d order... and then I get the say so that’s why you’ve got some vegetables on your plate.” Ray countered, digging into his own food. He’d long since given up the fight to civilise Seamus. Well, that was a lie. Occasionally, he still tried to instil in him the /right/ way of doing things, but he’d learnt that there was a careful balance about the way things were and if he were to upset that, well... Seamus might not even act like Seamus anymore and then what’s the point?

They kissed, ate the delicious food and chatted. When they were finally sitting back and nibbling on the fruit platter, Ray thought it was about time he revealed something he’d brought along in his bag. He excused himself from the table and disappeared into the bedroom, rummaging through the bag before he found what he was looking for and then returning to Seamus.

“Seamus... You know, it’s been twenty years. Where the fuck has the time gone, huh? Remember a few years back when our bath leaked through to the storage cupboard and we thought it ruined our wedding video? I found someone who could fix it and well...” He brought the DVD out from behind his back and waved it.

“I know that it hasn’t been twenty years since the wedding but I thought it was a nice gift. And I was glad to have saved it.” He walked over to the where the TV was and put the DVD on. “I’ve got other gifts as well, but first...”

He clicked play on the remote and walked back before sitting down on Seamus’ lap and taking his hand. “Ti amo, amore mio.”

The Aftermath || Seamus & Ray

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Seamus still couldn’t and didn’t think that he ever would get over the large amount of money that Ray seemed to have no problem dropping in one place. Seamus would have been happy with renting a little apartment up in Harlem but no, Ray of course wanted to go big. Who was he to tell his husband to stop spoiling them though? He had worked hard for his money and he deserved to spend it however he pleased. He sighed happily as he felt Ray’s hands slip around his waist. It was such a comfortable position. He leant his head back against Ray, resting in the crook of his neck. “This is a perfect view” he murmured.

He couldn’t wait for the food, he was hungry but glad that Ray had agreed to room service tonight, Seamus was looking forward to quality time with his baby, just the two of them, no snooty waiter or boujee socialites to annoy him. “What are we ‘aving for dinner eh? I bet yer pick tha’ most expensive thing on tha’ menu like lobster or somethin’ hrrm?” He chuckled trying to ignore Ray’s comment about his father. He shrugged slightly.

“Mams’ are easy like, yer just gotta smile an’ be charmin’ an it ain’t not bother, dad’s on tha’ other hand….they are tricky” he made a face. “Dunno how ter talk to ‘em or approach ‘em….never ‘ad a good relationship with mine….I try my best not ter fuck up my relationship with yer dad….always feel like I’m makin’ a fool of myself though”.

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As if right on cue, there was a knock at the Suite’s door. Ray pecked Seamus’ cheek and told him to grab a seat at the dining table as he went to get the door. The waiter wheeled their food in on his cart and laid it out on the table. Ray thanked and tipped him and he was gone just as quickly.

“Dig in.” He said, taking some things onto his plate as he began answering Seamus’ question from earlier.

“I knew we’d be hungry so I got... probably a bit more than we need but I’m sure you can finish it. For starters, I got us some nachos and tomato bruschetta.” He then grabbed the menu the waiter left with them just to remind himself of the orders.

“Then for your main, I got you the 16 oz. Piedmontese Bone-in Ribeye with the Red Wine Jus sauce and the two sides of Sautéed Broccoli With Chili & Garlic Grilled Asparagus and Garlic Sautéed Mushrooms Steamed Spinach. For my main, I got the same sides but with the 8 oz. Black Angus Filet Mignon and the Red Wine Jus sauce. For desert, I just got us the fruit platter because we don’t need sugar before bed and of course, there’s champagne to celebrate our first holiday away from house in A LONG TIME.” He finished, pouring both of them some champagne and lifting it in a gesture of a toast. “To having adult alone time?”

“We are coming back to your daddy issues though, don’t worry.”

The Aftermath || Seamus & Ray

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72 HOURS EARLIER

Seamus was excited, it had been a good long time since him and Ray had gone on vacation together, all be it a short one. Since Reilly was born it seemed as if the couple never got time to themselves. Of course that was the same for any other parents and in the recent years Reilly had become old enough to be left alone for a night or two. But having a weekend to themselves was going to be fantastic.

“Man I canny remember tha’ last time we were in New York City together eh?” He said throwing his arm around his husband as they looked out the window of their fancy hotel room Friday evening.

“I also canny remember the last time you an’ me were alone an’ able to ‘ave some grown up time without ‘aving ter worry ‘bout our teenage son walkin’ in on us!” he chuckled leaning in and kissing Ray’s neck.

“Yer dad scares me….” he muttered against the other man’s skin hoping this muffled comment would go unnoticed.

Since it was their first vacation in a long time, Ray wasn’t about to hold back. They had very decent savings as they were both doing quite well for themselves but nowhere to spent it really. They hadn’t been to New York in a while and they certainly hadn’t been down to visit his parents in a while. Adriano and Ilsa had come down to Tampa Bay - in fact, they liked to make the visits somewhat regular and they spoiled Reilly rotten.

Ray had booked the Central Park Suite with the Terrace in the Four Seasons. It didn’t disappoint - and it shouldn’t have for the price he paid. They got in in the afternoon, got into the city via a taxi, checked in and then wandered the streets for a few hours until it got dark.

And so they found themselves staring out the window - the sights breathtaking. Central Park in the distance and skyscrapers all around. Ray’s arms found his way to Seamus’ waist as he continued to glance out. They’d agreed to get room service - fancy dinner was saved for Saturday night though Ray had tried to argue that they should have had it on Friday night also. Can’t win every battle.

“How are you still scared of him, after all these years? I find my mother much more intimidating.”

The Aftermath || Seamus & Ray

The house was an absolute tip. Apparently Reilly thought it appropriate to throw a house party while Ray and Seamus were away for the weekend. The couple had just returned home, tired from their travels when this scene greeted them in their living room. Red cups everywhere, half empty cans of beer and liquor and a very questionable stain on the couch.

“God fuckin’ dammit” Seamus whispered under his breath, knowing that Ray would blow a gasket if he saw the mess. Seamus quickly closed the door to the living room making a mental note to ground Reilly later. As soon as Ray was in the door Seamus grabbed him by the hand.

“C’mon Darlin’ lets get to bed eh? It’s real late like an’ we been travellin’ for a long time. Ya know all tha’ drivin’ you should probably sleep eh?” He said, gently pulling Ray towards the staircase.

Ray and Seamus had managed to not only align their weekends off but they had planned a trip. They took a plane up to JFK Airport, spent Friday and Saturday in the City and then Adriano, his father, picked them up from NY and drove them down to Warren, NJ where they spent the day with his parents and had a nice dinner before his father drove them all the way back to JFK. It was a great trip but it had certainly been a busy trip. A lot to do and not an awful lot of sleep.

They had picked up their car from the long term parking lot and were home soon after. Ray was ready to crash - it was way past his bedtime. Even so, as he dragged the luggage into the house, Seamus spoke and Ray frowned. Unless Seamus was trying to get him into the bedroom quickly so they can have sex - again - this was suspicious. He narrowed his eyes then glanced at the living room door. Which was rarely closed.

“On a scale of 1 to Alessia Auditore, how likely am I to kill our son?”

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