Ray Palmer blinked slowly, realizing he was in his lab. He looked down at himself, straightening his posture unconsciously in the rolling chair he was sitting in. He was in a dark grey t-shirt that had a black band around the neck and a pair of black jeans; normal for what he'd usually wear when he was in his lab. "I could've sworn I was in bed just now." He muttered. "Oh, well, as long as I'm here, I may as well get back to those repairs I was doing." He stood and walked over to where parts of his Atom suit were laid out and scanned over things, making a 'chchch' sound as he thought it over. He finally just grabbed the nearest part to him, a screwdriver, and started with what came to him first.
When Ray got going, it was hard to break through his tech haze as Sara liked to call it. Usually it took Gideon flashing the lights, someone yelling his name, or someone coming up and taking the tool out of his hand to break him out of it. But when he heard the light footsteps behind him in the door way, he broke from the thoughts about what he needed to do next and turned, smiling when he saw Nate standing there. Nate smiled back at him and gave a small wave. He was in his normal suit that he wore at the Time Bureau, but the jacket was nowhere to be found. "Can't sleep?" Nate asked.
Ray frowned at that and shrugged. "Actually, I could've sworn I <I>was</I> sleeping." He said honestly. "But then I found myself here, and I'm not feeling very tired anymore, so I figured I may as well be productive and get something done."
"You've done it." Nate teased, grinning at him. "You've achieved sleep building. Well, subconsciously. I guess you wanted to be here, instead of sleeping so your body brought you here." Ray cocked his head almost like a confused puppy.
"Wouldn't that just be sleep walking?"
Nate shrugged, walking further into the room. "Yeah, I guess it would be."
"What are you doing here?" Ray asked curiously. "Can't sleep either? Is it night time outside of the temperal zone?"
"Yeah...I think." Nate frowned. "Actually, I don't know why I'm here. I'm not tired either, though. Do you want some help?"
"Actually, yeah!" Ray said brightly. "You know I never mind a little help...well if the other person knows what they're doing anyway. You definitely know what you're doing."
"I know enough to help anyway." Nate said, amused. He slipped his tie off and put it over the back of one of the chairs in the room and rolled his sleeves up as he approached the table. "What are we doing?"
Ray gestured to the arm gauntlet he had in front of him. "One of the metal pieces for the gauntlet came loose from the palm, I need to reattach it and make sure all the wiring isn't fried so I don't...get...performance issues."
"Alright." Nate leaned over the other side of the table and grabbed the gauntlet, holding it for Ray, who swung over a large magnifying glass so he could use it to see the smaller circuitry inside the gauntlet. It was actually really helpful to have Nate there, because Ray could do what he needed to do a lot easier and not have to worry about holding the gauntlet steady, keeping it from rolling off the table and what not. "So how did this happen?"
Ray paused in what he was doing, thinking it over. "Actually I'm not sure." He said honestly. "But I mean...wear and tear, you know? I need to do general maintenance on it every few weeks, if not more, it really just depends on how often I use it."
"You don't really pay attention until it actually goes on the fritz." Nate teased.
Ray flushed and shook his head. "No, I guess I really don't."
Nate snickered. "I guess that makes sense." He said. "I mean, I don't need to do anything like this, I just...steel up or whatever. Not really any performance issues, thank God."
Ray eyed him wryly. "Well isn't that good for you."
Nate ducked his head, laughing quietly. "Sorry, Ray."
"Sure you are." He teased, going back to work.
A little while later, they'd moved on from the gauntlets to working on the torso of the suit, and Ray thought to himself he wasn't sure just how his suit had sustained so much damage, but they'd been there for hours and he wasn't sure they'd be done any time soon. He still wasn't tired either. Nate pulled away from where he was helping Ray with something and wiped at his forehead. He started unbuttoning his shirt, and looked at Ray curiously. "You mind?"
"No, of course not." He ducked his head as Nate pulled the shirt off, leaving him barechested. He'd seen Nate shirtless before, that was nothing new, but he was a very attractive man and Ray would be lying if he said he didn't have some feelings for him. "Actually, it's pretty warm in here. That's strange, usually Gideon keeps it pretty temperature controlled in here."
Nate looked around. "Yo, Gideon, are you trying to cook us to death?" He joked.
Ray frowned. "That's strange. I don't think she's mad at me for anything, she shouldn't be giving me the silent treatment. I'll go check it out once we finish this."
"Yeah God knows we don't need Gideon to be on the fritz, too." Nate agreed, and they forgot about it once they went back to work. Ray yelped when he pinched his thumb with a pair of plyers and pulled it away quickly, putting it to his mouth to suck on, as the offending tool clattered to the floor loudly.
Nate startled and looked at him in concern. "Are you ok?"
"Jus' hur's." Ray mumbled around his thumb, giving him what he thought was a comforting smile.
Nate grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand to him, looking it over. "I think it's ok, it's not bleeding." He admitted. "I know that probably hurt like a bitch though."
Ray laughed softly. "Startled me more than anything, I think my hands have so many blisters on them that I'm practically incapable of feeling any pain."
"You got good hands, though, bro." Nate offered, grinning at him. "You'd never know you worked with them so much."
"You’re welcome." He finally let Ray's hand go and they went back to work. A little while later and it still felt like they weren't making much leeway, even though they'd managed to get some things done. It was like, when they finished one thing, something else popped up. Ray sighed and wiped his face. "Well I'm still not tired. However, I'm pretty sure Gideon wants us to be in a sweatbox."
Nate snickered quietly. "Maybe she's mad at me. I mean...being away for so long. She could be programmed to be passive aggressive."
Ray shook his head. "If anything, I should be the one that's mad."
Nate frowned. "Wha...are you mad at me, Ray?"
He sighed and wiped his face again. He took a page from Nate's book and stripped his shirt off, tossing it to the side. It only helped marginally. "I mean...I can't begrudge you time away, I guess. I understand why...but...you know, you're my bro. My dude. I...I've missed you. I've been through a lot, and I'm not really close to anyone here. I mean, Mick's into his writing, Sara spends a lot of time with Ava..."
"You know you could've contacted me." He looked Ray over, unable to help it, chewing his lower lip briefly. "I would've made time for you."
He smiled slightly, although it didn't really meet his eyes. "Nah, it...it's ok. You're busy doing, you know, Time Bureau stuff..."
"Ray, no..." Nate frowned. "That's...that's not, true. Bro, I'd always make time for you...come here, fuck." He pulled Ray to him and hugged him tightly. "I'm sorry you've been feeling isolated. I never really...thought about it. I wish I knew, though. I swear I would've helped."
Ray hugged him back, closing his eyes. "I know you would've, I know." He pulled back after a few seconds, and he looked at Nate's face. It was right there, closer than they'd been in a long time. He took a few seconds to look Nate over. He'd aged somewhat since the first time they met, but he was still a very attractive person and before Ray knew what was happening, their lips met. It wasn't the deepest kiss either man had ever had, especially not at first. But it sent sparks up Ray's spine and he shivered, goosebumps breaking out over his arms. Nate's lips were just this side of chapped, enough to drag over Ray's own, and Ray couldn't help but let out a quiet moan. When he realized what was happening, he pulled back quickly, eyes wide. "I am so sorry..." He blurted out.
Nate took a deep breath, getting his bearings back, before he spoke. His voice was rougher than normal. "Why are you sorry?"
"Because I just kissed you." Ray offered, running his fingers through his hair.
"I never said I didn't want it." Nate pointed out, smiling softly at Ray. He stared back at him, his brain stuttering as he tried to process those words.
He smiled and shrugged. "I mean, you're a very attractive man, and I can't say that...my feelings have always been platonic when it came to you."
"What can you say?" Ray asked quietly, his own voice wrecked, his chest heaving as he breathed deeper.
"I can say...I wouldn't mind kissing you again." Nate said with a playful smile. "Among...other things."
Ray smiled back at him. "What are those other things?" He asked, running his hands down Nate's sides. It suddenly felt cooler in the room, more room temperature and Ray didn't feel like he was boiling to death anymore; however, he did feel like his heart would race out of his chest at any second.
"I think it's better I show you." He said, kissing Ray again. He hugged him closer and both men moaned when their bodies writhed against each other, the friction only serving to make them both so hard neither of them could think straight.
Nate gently pushed at Ray until he got the hint and moved back, Nate climbing on top of him as he laid on his back. Nate slotted between his legs, and Ray's leg bent at the knee as Nate ground his hips into Ray's. They kissed for several minutes until Nate broke away, both men gasping for breath. He looked down at Ray's flushed body and bit his lower lip as he took in the sight. "Fuck...anyone ever tell you, you could make a recovering alcoholic fall off the wagon?"
Ray laughed. "What does that mean?"
"Hell if I know." Nate admitted, laughing himself. He leaned in and kissed Ray's jaw and down his neck, his hands on Ray's hips.
Ray arched up into him as he took one of Ray's nipples into his mouth and sucked on it. Hard. He smirked when Ray let out a litany of curses and moved to give the same treatment to the other one. Then he moved down and kissed down Ray's stomach, feeling the other man's muscles squirming under his lips. It made him feel powerful in a way, that he was able to do this to him. He allowed himself a brief smile before he deftly popped the button on Ray's pants, slowly dragging the zipper down. He raised an eyebrow up at Ray when he saw nothing but bare skin and the hint of pubic hair. Ray flushed even more and squirmed. "These pants are too tight for underwear, uh, as a rule I don't...wear...I don't like them."
"Good to know. So...want to help me figure out how to get you out of these pants?" Nate asked.
Ray sat up enough that he could pull his shoes off, tossing them wherever they landed. Then he hooked his fingers in his pants and pushed them down enough that Nate could playfully shove him back down and finish the job. He'd heard from Sara, who heard from Felicity one drunken night, that Ray was well endowed. But to be faced with it (literally) made Nate's breathing speed up in anticipation. He looked up at Ray, who was looking back at him with a mix of embarrassment, hesitation and pure lust and it sent a heady feeling shooting through Nate and unconsciously he wrapped his hand around Ray's dick, giving it a few experimental pumps. The moan he let out startled Nate, but then he realized he wanted to hear more of it, so he sped up a little bit, putting a little twist near the top, slowing down near the bottom.
"God, Nate." Ray moaned, his head thrown back. "Please...please..." Nate chuckled quietly, rubbing Ray's side lightly. Then he took a deep breath and took Ray in as deep as he could. He couldn't fit all of him into his mouth, but he compensated by using his hand in time with his sucking motions. He'd given a few blowjobs in his life, when you grow up a hemophiliac, you have to do what you can and sex isn't always an option, and he was pretty good at it if he said so himself...at least he'd never had any complaints from anyone, and Ray seemed to be enjoying himself.
Ray ran his fingers through Nate's hair, trying to quell the urge to grab his head and fuck into him. He knew he was a lot to take, and he didn't want to hurt Nate in any way. Nate found that it was a lot easier, once he got into things and he looked up at Ray through his lashes and when he saw the look on Ray's face, he grabbed Ray's other hand and put it into Nate's hair, giving him permission, which sent a thrill through both men. "Are...are you sure?" Ray stuttered a bit, his feet flexing when Nate gave a pretty particularly hard suck. Taking that as permission he grabbed Nate's hair harder, mussing it up as he did so. He gave Nate a second to relax himself and his throat before he started pistoning his hips up, fucking himself into Nate's mouth. Both men let out loud moans and Ray felt like he was pretty close to Heaven. All of the things they were doing, he'd only ever done in his filthiest of fantasies, so to be doing them then felt like...more.
Like all of those fantasies amped up by a million or so. It was an indescribable feeling and Ray was glad the had an eidetic memory so he could remember it for as long as he lived. After a little while, Ray had to pull Nate off of him.
Undaunted, Nate kissed a path away from Ray's dick, down the juncture where his pelvis met his thigh and down even further. "I want you to fuck me." He said, his voice rougher than normal because of his previous actions.
"Wh...what? Are you sure?" Ray looked down at Nate wide eyed. What he saw was pure unadulterated lust and he couldn't help but run his thumb over Nate's lower lip in an almost fond gesture, smiling softly at him.
"Hell yes, I'm sure." Nate blurted out immediately. "Please...I...I need you. I don't care how big...I need it, I want...I want to feel that connection with you."
"Alright. I...I need..." Ray sat up and opened a drawer, pulling out a condom and a bottle of lube, and Nate raised an eyebrow.
"Come prepared? You have a lot of sex here?" He asked, half curious.
Ray flushed and shook his head. "I don't know why this is here." He said honestly, before smiling at him. "But hey, convenient right?"
"Right." He agreed and he moved back so Ray could sit up and move. He let Ray move him so that he was on his hands and knees.
"Just for now." He promised. "Easier access." When Ray moved behind him, Nate wasn't sure what to expect at first, but the first swipe of Ray's tongue on his hole made him let out a wild moan, throwing his head back. His fist clenched, searching for purchase on the floor as Ray started eating his ass. It was unlike any other feeling he'd ever felt before and he wanted more, encouraging Ray to keep going.
After what simultaneously felt like a few minutes, and hours, Ray slowly slid in one finger, up to the knuckle. He took his time slowly stretching Nate out, finger by finger and by the time he was done, Nate was moaning almost continuously, begging brokenly for Ray to keep going, more, more, more.
Ray slid on the condom, surprised that it was the exact size he needed and added plenty of lube, stroking himself a few times. He looked down at Nate and made a face, shaking his head. He moved so that he was on his back and tapped Nate on the thigh to get his attention. "Ride me." He said, not realizing the impact the words would have on Nate.
"Shit." He blurted out and he moved quickly. He swung his leg over Ray's torso, facing him. He scooted back and with Ray's help he managed to hold his ass so that Ray could slip in.
It took a few minutes, even with Ray preparing him, but when Nate finally was able to sink down all the way on him, both men had to take a few seconds to catch their breaths and calm down so that things weren't over too quickly.
Once he felt like he was ok, Nate moved. He slid as far up as he could, using his thighs for leverage and back down. His head fell back, eyes closed as he slowly fucked himself down on Ray's cock. It felt amazing and Nate felt like a blubbering mess, the words falling from his lips barely words.
Ray grabbed his hips and rested his hands there, wanting more contact with Nate than where their bodies were connected.
Sometime later Nate's legs were straining in the position and he pulled Ray up, both of them managing to maneuver without Ray slipping out of him. Once Ray was between Nate's legs, Nate on his back, Ray fucked into him a little harder, developing a rhythm. Ray felt like he was going deeper with each thrust, than he had been in the previous position and it felt incredible. His mouth was open, sucking in air as he fucked into Nate, his whole body flushed, sweat pooling under the both of them.
Nate squeezed him and begged for 'more' 'harder' and Ray was a little wary, but when Nate squeezed his ass and urged him on, he gave into the temptation. His hips sped up and he slammed them into Nate’s ass, grunting loudly as their skin slapped together deliciously, which turned him on even more.
Nate writhed under him, and for a second Ray thought he was hurting him and he slowed down slightly. "If you even fucking think of it I'll kill you in your sleep." Nate said quickly.
Ray was taken aback, but he chuckled weakly and sped up again, gripping Nate's legs tightly, knowing he'd probably have bruises the next day. Ray was pretty sure his pelvis would have some bruises as well. He was ok with that.
Nate gasped when Ray grabbed his dick and started jerking him off. He was close, so close, and had been for a few minutes. He didn't want this to end, but he thought maybe after this it could be a beginning for both of them. "Ray, Ray, I'm gonna..."
Ray opened his eyes quickly, groaning quietly when he realized he was in his bed, in his room. He put a hand on his bare chest, feeling his heart beating quickly. He tried to not feel too upset that it was just a dream, he'd had them before. But this time it just felt different in a way he couldn't put his finger on. He stilled when an arm came over his waist and he turned his head, looking at Nate, who put his head on Ray's shoulder.
"What are you doing up?" He mumbled. "Are you ok?" He ran his hand down and rubbed Ray's stomach. "You...you're so tense."
"Just a weird dream, I'm ok." Ray promised, a little taken aback. He wasn't sure what was going on, but figured he was just disoriented from the dream...or maybe a concussion he'd sustained that he didn't know about, and resolved to bring it up with Gideon later.
Nate maneuvered Ray onto his back and when Nate moved on top of him, Ray was keenly aware that both of them were naked, which he hadn't noticed at first and he instinctively ground his hips into Nate's, gasping at the friction it caused.
Nate smirked at him. "I know what'll make you feel better." He said huskily.
"Yes, please!" Ray blurted out quickly.
Nate sat back on his haunches, knees bent and he pulled Ray down toward him, almost laying on his thighs. It bent Ray a little at an angle, but he didn't mind as he felt Nate's hard dick against him. He let Nate bend him a little more and when he felt him enter him, both men let out loud moans.
Nate, once Ray was fully seated on him, moved his hands from Ray's ass up his sides. He grabbed Ray's hands in his and in an intimate gesture, linked their fingers together.
Ray felt himself tearing up a bit as they started moving together, the actions more intimate than the wildness of his dreams and he sat up a bit when Nate leaned down and their lips met in a kiss that drove the air from Ray's lungs from the intimacy of it. He squeezed both of Nate's hands and mused to himself that if he died right then, he'd at least be really happy.
Nate smiled into the kiss and nuzzled against him once he pulled back. "I love you, sweetheart."
"I love you, too, Nate." Ray said quietly, and the tears came as he felt himself getting close to his release.
Ray sat up in his bed gasping for air. He looked around his room, but nothing was amiss. He put a hand on the front of his pajama shirt, the blue one since it was Tuesday, and frowned. A dream within a dream, that was a new one.
His head felt a little swimmy and foggy at the same time and he scooted back so that he could rest his back against the headboard as he tried to make sense of everything that was going on. "Dr. Palmer, if I may..." Gideon broke through his thoughts. "It seems as if Kamadeva managed to...use his powers in a very...invasive way. Captain Lance wants everyone at the bridge and requests you come quickly incase Mr. Rory tries to find out just how immortal a god Kamadeva is."
"Shit!" Ray got out of bed quickly and shoved his feet into his slippers. "Also please remind me later to find Nate...I have something I need to say to him."
"Of course, Dr. Palmer." Gideon answered as Ray raced out of the room, hearing Mick growling loudly and Sara's loud voice trying to calm him down.
