First thing I've written in months? Was always going to be these two :P
The first time that Ray realised he wanted to kiss Kai wasn't big and dramatic. It was late one night during the year with the Saint Shields and Zeo. Max, Hilary and Kenny had gone home for once. Tyson hadn't been feeling great, and had retreated to his room with a blanket or ten. So Ray and Kai sat outside, half in their sleeping bags and half out. The ensuing silence had been comfortable and familiar: they were usually the last ones awake.
Unexpectedly, Kai'd picked up the thread of a conversation they'd started over a week ago about the differences between Chinese and Japanese star mythology. So they'd chatted about that for a while, staring at the stars and pointing if necessary. Then Ray looked over at Kai. Not even for the first time this evening. Just … looked over at him, at his half shadowed, half starlit profile, and something swooped in his stomach. Half arousal, half shock. He couldn't take his eyes off Kai's lips. Too soon, Kai noticed him looking and raised his eyebrows. Ray looked back at the stars, far too quickly, and stared up at them until his face cooled.
"All right?"
"Yeah. Fine."
So I'm back and I'm doing a series of drabbles to challenge myself to fucking write something, ffs woman. Would people like a series of Kai/Ray drabbles, yes/no? Feel free to let me know any other pairings you'd fancy seeing.
All opinions welcome
xIlbx