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A/N: Welcome to Part 3! I hope you enjoy it. And just a heads up, there are more Ray pairings then the ones in the previous two stories, minor ones, but there.
Spoilers for S2Ep1
Finding Home
Martian doesn't go to the Omega's room. Instead, and knowing that Mick was in the kitchen attempting breakfast with Jax, headed straight for their Captain's quarters.
"Raymond," Martian knocked on the closed door.
There is a groan, then Rip's low murmur, silence before the ruffling of sheet and clothes then the door was opening and a half-naked Ray was in the doorway staring with sleepy eyes at the Professor.
"I'm sorry to bother you, but I need your assistance."
Covering his mouth for a yawn, Ray nodded and followed the man into the Medic-Bay. After going over varies statistics, reports, and consulting Gideon. The two headed to the kitchen for breakfast, upon entering they found that Rip was up and he and Sara were being stared down by Mick while they ate slightly burnt pancakes. Jax was laughing behind his coffee.
"Looks good Mick," Ray said making a plate of them and bacon, after he made his coffee.
"Thanks Haircut," Mick said, and while his stare wasn't as intense as the one he had been giving Rip and Sara, he still stared as Ray took the first bite of the pancake.
Ray made a pleased sound, and kept on eating.
At this point, no one was surprised, and Mick probably wouldn't even deny it if asked, when the Thief puffed up his chest in Alpha pride.
"Say what you want about Ancient Egypt, it's not on my places-to-live list," said Sara five minutes later.
Considering she, and Martin were dealing with sunburns, and everyone was still finding sand, which had gotten everywhere. That's not surprising.
"I liked it," Jax said.
He had been Pharaoh before they dragged him away.
"Wonder why," Martian chuckled.
After breakfast, the team scattered, doing whatever they wanted around the ship. All except Jax, who was once again assigned to fix something.
"We're going to have to do a food run soon," Ray said when he entered Rip's office.
Rip looked up from a journal he was going over, his brow furrowed, "So soon?"
"I think Mick's going for a record," Ray shrugged before sitting down in a chair.
"I'll have to speak with him about that."
"Let me know how that goes."
Rip grimace at the thought of that conversation, he gave Ray a considerate look.
"Nope, I'm not helping," Ray denied, correctly interpreting the Alpha's thoughts.
"Just leave me to the wolves then."
"With unpackaged meat."
"You can be surprisingly unpleasant sometimes, no wonder you and Mick get along."
Ray's grin grew, neither men saying anything about the fact that the Omega had gotten along with Len after a while as well.
They were also getting very good at ignoring the hurt as well.
~.~
It doesn't take a genius to know what Sara was doing, and when he tried to talk to her about it, she pretty much shut him down. So he left her alone for the time being, even if he was tempted to make those double chocolate cookies she liked so much as a bribe to get her to open up.
"I must not be doing a very good job if you're still thinking."
Ray smiled at the Alpha who's lap he was sitting in, said Alpha had stopped making it his mission to leave every mark possible on his chest, via hickies and beard burn to glare at him.
"Sorry Mick."
Mick narrowed his eyes, "You thinking about Sara again?"
Ray nodded.
"Don't" Mick pretty much ordered, "she'll either come to you, or she won't."
"I know that, I also know that she won't, not this time. And that's what's worrying me."
Mick grumbled, "Fine."
If it was anyone else, Ray would probably assume that they were jealous or angry that their Omega was thinking about some else, but this was his team. This was Mick.
In his own way, Mick was worried about him, and he was worried about Sara.
Smiling again, this one more soft and happy, Ray kissed him. Though surprised for a moment, it doesn't take Mick long to get back in the mood. Biting, licking, and sucking at Ray's mouth until the Omega was panting and flushed. With a growl, Mick lowered his head to suck on a hard nipple, Ray's added height with being in his lap made it easy.
Ray moaned, and arched into the mouth, one hand came up to rest on the back of the Alpha's head.
Mick responded with a growl and sucked harder, fingers coming up to rub, and roll the other nipple.
"What's with you guys and my breasts?" Ray panted, hips wiggling, his ass brushing pleasantly against the clothed cock poking him.
And by guys, he meant Rip. Len also, before he was gone (Sara had a thing for his neck and ears whenever she was in a playful mood). And while he was currently joking about it, he had already categorized it as an Alpha Thing, a universal instinct amongst the gender. It was right there next to all Omegas' breast being sensitive, a left over body function when Male Omegas could produce milk like their female counterparts. Back when populations were low and technology still in it's infancy.
Not that he was complaining mind you, he liked it when his Alphas paid attention to them.
"Thinking again," Mick rumbled after he pulled away with a long hard suck.
The nipple was wet, red, and no doubt more sensitive than before. Mick nipped at it, rolling it with his tongue before suckling. Ray mewled, his nails pressing into skin. When the Alpha let go a second time, Ray pretty much shoved the right unbothered side in his face. With a huff of laughter, Mick got to work. Licking, sucking, and nipping at the nipple until it was wet, and red.
"Pants off," Mick ordered.
All pants are off, and Mick is pushing a finger in Ray's warm tight wet hole, working it in and out. The Omega still in his lap, arms around the Alpha's neck while pressed up against him. Gasping, and moaning, pushing down when Mick entered another finger. The Alpha grinning when he crooked his fingers, and Ray moaned loudly, his hips twitched.
"How the hell do you get so wet?" Despite the question, the Alpha was pleased that his fingers were practically dripping with Omega wetness.
"Mick," Ray moaned, tightening around the fingers that were pressing against his prostate, "I'm close."
The Alpha pulled his fingers, held his hard leaking cock for Ray, the Omega gasped as he sunk down. Purring, and arching when he was fully seated.
"Mr. Rory, Doctor Palmer, we need you."
"Nooo!" Ray whined, clinging to the other man.
"Fuck off!" Mick snarled at the closed door.
Rip didn't fuck off.
~.~
"Owowowowowow!"
"Hold still!"
Pouting, Ray did just that, wincing when Sara tied the bandage too tight. Sitting on the other medical bay bed, and eating one of the cupcakes that the Omega had made earlier this week, was Jax.
"Stop enjoying this," Ray grumbled.
Jax just grinned, and took an obnoxious bite out of his cupcake, Ray stuck out his tongue, yelping when Sara slapped rubbing alcohol on one of his cuts.
"We have peroxide!" Ray whined.
Sara just applied more.
Ray whined again, but doesn't try to pull his arm away, instead he patiently endured Sara's less than gentle bedside manners, and passive aggressive temper, while Jax snarked at him.
"Done?"
Sara looked away from the bandages she was rolling up to the Omega, her eyes looked him over, when she came to the man's cut up jeans, they narrowed when she saw a few small cuts. And just as she was about to wipe out the rubbing alcohol, she's pulled into a hug.
"I'm okay Sara," Ray said, "I'm okay."
After a long moment of silence, Sara hugged him back tightly.
Jax went still when Ray looked at him, the moment the Omega smiled the Alpha was joining them, hugging Ray as tightly as he could.
"Don't ever to do that again man," Jax said, "I'm too young to be dealing with all this stress."
"I'll try."
That night, day, whatever.
Ray dragged all of his teammates to the bridge where a large nest was waiting for them. Along with food, and vodka. Stein and Mick get into a fight over the last of the cookies, Sara sucked a hickey on Ray's neck, claiming that Ray was hers for the week, and none of them could touch him. Jax threw popcorn at her. Rip just sighed and downed his vodka.
Ray laughed, and cuddled with Sara.
All in all, their usual fun night.
~.~
He noticed the smell of course, the first time the team had dawn on their timepiece outfits, but dismissed it; too busy worrying about Savage and the timeline in general. And even then, he dismissed it as something else. So he was completely thrown when after the disaster that was France 1637, and they loaded up on the Waverider, and he turned to tell the team off again.
"Before you go on your usual rant on what went wrong…again," Ray interrupted, "can I ask one thing?"
"And what could that possibly be Doctor Palmer?" Rip snipped.
"Can me, you, and Mick have sex, preferable with your time clothes on?"
"….What!?" Rip squeaked.
"Kinky," Sara grinned, next to her, Jax made a disgusted noise.
"Or just me, and you. Or me, and Mick, Or me and Sara. Doesn't really matter who, as long as we do it."
"I have no problems with that," Mick growled, pulling Ray closer, scent already giving off the low burn of arousal.
Sara laughed.
"Gary," Jax whined, "make them stop!"
Rip squeaked again, "That is an inappropriate request right now! Mr. Rory, stop that hand this instant!"
Mick grumbled, but stopped moving his hand toward Ray's arse.
"So that's a no?" Ray tilted his head.
"That's—I—we will discuss it later," Rip murmured.
Ray grinned.
That meant yes.
Which was good enough for him, "Coming?" he asked Sara.
"I'll take a raincheck, have fun." The former Assassin grinned.
"Hey!"
With a wink to Sara, Ray grabbed their protesting Captain by the front, and dragged him off to his room, Mick happily following.
"I'm going to need serious therapy by the end of all this," Jax grumbled.
"On the bright side," Martin said amused, "it saved us a scolding."
Suddenly Rip's voice carried through the ship, "I thought I told you no stealing Mr. Rory!"
~.~
Despite the warning, they still ended up in New York of 1942, the one year they weren't supposed to go to, in order to save Albert Einstein. Who was currently attending a party, a party that they were going to crash.
"Mr. Palmer, behave yourself!" Rip scolded, smacking away the hands that were trying to undo his military uniform.
Eventual.
"But you look so good!" Ray purred, pressing closer and nuzzling into the Alpha's neck.
"Thank you, but—"
"You know, the Professor might actually get pissed if the kid actually does go nuts."
"Well maybe if you actually helped Mr. Rory, we could save Jax's—" Rip shivered when Ray lifted his head and started nibbling on his ear.
"I am helping."
Rip would like to make it known that, being pressed up against someone and more or less humping their arse is NOT helping.
"Gideon, help!"
I am not sure what you want me to do exactly Captain, as you are not distress or annoyed despite your protests. However, I find myself watching the three of you with what you humans call "enjoyment."
"And Sara calls Haircut kinky. You and that computer have some serious issues."
Ray let go of the Alpha's ear to chuckle, Rip opened his mouth to scold only for said scolding to be stopped by the Omega kissing him. Growling, the Captain kissed back, more aggressive than usual. It wasn't that he was unwilling; far from it and any other time he would more than welcome Ray's seduction, the problem was they were working. No time for play in his opinion, even if Ray looked wonderful in his clothes. Perfectly tailored to accentuate, which made one want to tear apart and reveal all that skin, muscles, and legs that were amazingly flexible.
"…Bollocks."
Thankfully for Einstein, they did actually manage to get to the party, a bit late, but they still made it.
I hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter, also this week's episode hurt my little fangirl heart in SO many ways. However, the previous weeks episode had it squealing in naughty happiness at the potential Thawne/Ray.
P.S. Anyone want to take a guess on who in our Legion of Doom is Alpha/Beta/Omega?
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