Author's Note: Written for my best friend's birthday. While I love this pairing, they were determined for the smut to be off-screen. Hope you enjoy regardless!

"You're lucky Haircut," Mick rumbled, holding a hand out to the scientist.

"You think so?" he asked as the pyro helped him to his feet.

"Anyone else would have killed themselves by now, with the stunts you've pulled."

"Too bad I'm unlucky when it comes to love," he sighed.

Mick rolled his eyes. "Come on," he grunted, leading the genius to his room on the ship.

"Not that I'm complaining, but why are we here?" he asked curiously.

The pyro squatted by the mini fridge in the corner and pulled out two bottles. "If you're gonna list your woes, may as well drink to give yourself the excuse," he rumbled, holding out a bottle to the taller brunet.

"Thanks," he replied as he accepted. "I don't often imbibe," he remarked with his usual perky cheer.

"Figured," Mick grunted as he opened his bottle and had a swig. "So?" he prompted.

Ray had a swallow of his own. "Well, you know about Anna," he paused and the pyro made an agreeing grunt. "Then there was Felicity, and of course, Kendra. They had something in common."

"Hot?" Mick suggested.

"Well, yes," he admitted.

"Kick-ass?"

"Well, depends on your definition. What I meant was, they both left me to get back together with their ex." Mick hummed. "What?"

The pyro sighed. "Ever think…you were drawn to 'em, 'cause their hearts're already taken? No chance you could be as broken, if they didn't love you back."

"Oh," he breathed, and had another sip.

"Easier to see after," the broader man stated.

"You're a lot smarter than you make out," Ray remarked, tone as close he got to suspicious.

Mick chuckled. "People tend to underestimate you, if you pretend to be dumb," he pointed out. "And talk as if you weren't there. Learn a lot of important stuff that way."

"I can see that," he murmured. "And for the record, I never thought you were dumb," he stated firmly. "Morality on a sliding scale at times, and not the greatest strategist outside of heists, but never dumb."

"You're one of the few," he rumbled and chugged the last of his beer. He tossed it into the bin.

"Going to have another?"

"No. Don't know when the next job will crop up," he replied slowly.

"You know you act the way you do to keep people at arm's length," the scientist pointed out. Then promptly blushed and had a swallow of his beer.

"Mm," the pyro agreed. "Best to," he rumbled, pulling a lighter from his pocket, "most can't handle the crazy." He flicked the lid open and sparked the flame, staring at it.

Ray gently closed the lighter, meeting the pyro's gaze. "But that's not all that you are," he said earnestly. The larger man's head tilted curiously. "There are a lot of people that wouldn't call me the healthiest mentally either," he pointed out. "There's a fine line between genius and insanity, and some days I ride that line hard."

"Perfect," Mick rumbled.

Ray set his bottle down on a nearby table. "Are you attracted to me, Mick?" he asked, tone almost neutral.

"Yes," he replied boldly.

"Thank God," Ray breathed and closed the distance between them for a kiss Mick returned, soon ending up with a lapful of eager scientist.

Mick pulled back, lips curving upward at the taller man's disappointed noise. "You want me then, Haircut?"

"Please stop talking," he breathed, leaning forward for a kiss.

Mick cupped the taller man's cheek, avoiding the touch. "Talk first, touch after," he stated.

Ray sighed, and retreated so he wasn't plastered over the thief. "I've wanted you since I first saw you, but then with the dystopia, and the flirting with Sarah, I figured you wouldn't want me."

"You stayed interested, even after seeing the crazy?"

"I saw the man behind the crazy, the parts you try so hard to hide," he stated, licking his lips nervously.

"If we do this, Ray, there won't be anyone else," he warned.

"I wouldn't want there to be," he replied earnestly.

The pyro's lips curved upward in a satisfied smile before he claimed the genius' mouth. Ray moaned into the kiss. "Stay with me?"

"Do you have to ask?" Ray replied breathily.

Mick's chuckle was wicked. "Any time you want to bunk over, Haircut, let me know," he rumbled, splaying his hands possessively on the scientist's hips. "Shall we get to know each other better?"

"Mick," he breathed, licking his lips. "Claim me," he tempted, pressing against the pyro.

"My pleasure, Haircut," he rumbled closing the distance between them for a heated, possessive kiss.