Ray wants— It's freakin' simple. If Charlie's not gonna fuck him, he needs something that'll let him know he's Charlie's.
"I'm not—" He breathes. "I am askin'. I need this."
He doesn't look up, wound too tight to take Charlie's frown as anything but wrong. Then— Finally. Charlie's hand wraps around the back of Ray's neck.
Ray shakes, but Charlie kneeling beside him, saying, "Shhhh," makes him take another breath. "If this is what you want—"
"I do." Shit.
Charlie squeezes again. "—let's do it right. Give me a week?"
Ray breathes, lowering his head for Charlie's kiss, still wanting.