He twisted in his bed, sleepless and annoyed. He understood what was missing, but there was no way in hell he was going to go crawling into that bastards bed after the cake fiasco. As sweet as the gesture of the flowers were (He was going to kill him if he told anyone), it still pissed him off to no end of how he was seen as a joke. Reactions, they were always reactions.
It was then that he hatched a plan.
It worked like a dream, easily bringing another man to bed with into his cabin, making him scream and moan the way that only Rayleigh could do. When he was finished, he made no hiding the bruises all over his neck, even going so far to be as shirtless as much as possible, the ring absent for the next week.
The crew talked, loudly. Wondering if perhaps they went to far and that Rayleigh was done with their bullshit. Even going so far as to tail the blond to wherever he went. There were more men then women, now. All of them complete opposite of Rogers, all of them quiet outside of the bedroom but were screamers inside the bedroom, making everyone wake up with a start and then go running for the captain.
Silvers refused to talk to him, getting second hand orders from others or pretending he didn't hear him. He carried his duty well enough.
Even when it got to the point that Silvers had to hide the smug smirk that came with seeing Rogers' tired and unhappy face staring at him. It was too sweet.
Until he got pinned to the wall, after watching another man leave the ship, by Rogers. Hands rolling down his hips and needy kisses being pressed against his jaw and neck. "Talk to me," the man quietly whined. "I swear, I'm going crazy. You win, gods, Ray-" Silvers could only smugly smirk and push Rogers away to leave.
"Enjoy your night, Captain. I'll enjoy mine."
Next time he was cornered he was presented with flowers and loud proclamations of his apologies. Silvers threw the flowers overboard (a waste, again, they were his favourite) and stalked off with no more of a wave or other motion to signify that he actually cared all that much. He brought home another man that night.
Then he was pushed into the wall a week after, insistent hands rubbing at his groin, teeth biting into the lobe of his ear and growls and hisses of that f he didn't accept him back he was going to go for desperate measures. Silvers gave in that night, happily sporting the ring the day after.
Rogers however, couldn't walk straight for a week.