Well Ray wasn't crazy, and that's about the only good thing about the whole situation. Damn Brad and his invisible...ness.

They had been effectively buried alive, and if you have any idea at all what that feels like well firstly it's pretty freaking uncomfortable. Stuck no contact with the world above and probably going to be short of oxygen soon.

"Hey Ray," Henry asked, squished against the thinly padded wall of the coffin. How anyone could rest let alone in peace was beyond him. "Shuffle over would you?"

"Shuffle over?! Kid there's no place to shuffle to." Ray snapped, squirming in discomfort.

"Well just- let- me-" Henry grunted shifting around and on top of Ray.

"Hen, H-Hen what're you doing?"

"Getting comfortable." Henry stated matter-of-factly the strain evident in his voice.

"You're stuck aren't you." Ray's arched an eyebrow.

"Nah, nope definitely not stuck. Just er..." He finished lamely.

"Stuck." Ray offered.

Henry sighed his head falling on Ray's leather clad chest, he was crammed between the lid of the coffin and his boss. He wiggled some more, pressing closer to Ray trying to gain some sort of comfort to no avail. It didn't stop him though.

"Ah- Kid will you quit uh- moving like that." Ray gasped.

"Am I hurting you?" Henry asked worriedly, trying to shift away from what pain he was causing.

"No I- ah- not exactly. P-please stop wiggling around." Henry turned his eyes on Ray and saw the heat of a blush creeping up his neck and face.

"Ray your blushing?" Henry questioned, completely in the dark. The hero only spluttered indignant denials in reply.

"Would you just tell me what I'm doing so I can stop." Henry hissed.

"I um... you're just er... you're sort of." He coughed awkwardly.

Henry forced his top half upward so he could glare at Ray, which effectively pushed their groins roughly together. Ray's hips bucked involuntarily into him as the man let out a strangled moan in the confined space and Henry understood perfectly. And just this once he wished he was still blessedly ignorant to the situation.

Ray's face looked absolutely mortified in the dim light. "Shit kid I'm sorry. I didn't mean to- you were just."

Henry swallowed as his face flushed. "Yeah." He cleared his throat.

The silence was like thick molasses as neither of them dared to move.

Henry swallowed again. His mind was wandering down new are particularly dangerous paths, where it definitely should not be heading. It could hardly be helped, as he was pressed tightly against Ray from his head to his toes and it was starting to become a major problem. He had to move their crotches away from each other before Ray was any the wiser.

"Should I-" He cleared his clogged throat, "Should I try and move?"

"No definitely don't do that. Moving is not a good idea."

Henry's face burned permanently red, as he felt the problem he'd created frighteningly close to his own. He blanched realizing there was no hiding it, and wished desperately-

"Uh- H-Hen that's not helping either." Ray's voice was husky and Henry felt it reverberate through his chest.

"Well what did you expect? With you shifting your...self like that." Henry bit out defensively.

"I'm flattered Mister Hart, real-" Ray was cut off as Henry purposely grinded against him. "You little ass." He said breathless.

"You forget you were the one who started this." Henry argued, trying to keep the pleasure out of his voice.

"Me? You're the one who kept wiggling against me like some eel."

"If you'd just moved over then this wouldn't have happened!" Henry fired back.

"Maybe you should've kept a better eye out and you would've noticed brad before he pushed us in here." He sighed, as Henry made an undignified noise. "Just... you really shouldn't move too much. Otherwise it's going to be really difficult to explain the mess to whoever finds us here." Ray huffed.

Henry smirked evilly, angry about getting the blame that had fallen on him, even though the damned guy he should've kept an eye out for was invisible. "Oh I shouldn't move like this?" Henry rolled his hips again and the hero groaned.

"Kid I mean it stop."

Ray glared at Henry and the blonde just raised an innocently questioning eyebrow.

"What do you mean Ray? Stop this?" He rocked his hips harder this time and Ray gasped his hips jerking in response.

"Enough kid it's gonna waste the oxygen if I keep breathing this fast." Ray protested reasonably even though Henry thought he heard a little part in that which didn't want him to stop.

Maybe Henry was having too much fun and Ray was probably right, but he wasn't feeling all that rational.

"You sure you want me to stop?"

"Yep, yeah I'm sure." Ray breathed, his eyes clamped shut.

"Okay." Henry shifted off of him easily.

"You- could've- the whole time!" Ray spluttered.

"Stop breathing so fast Ray you'll waste the oxygen." Henry deadpanned, smirking as he heard Ray's annoyed mumbles.

Henry was on his side facing the faded patterns of flowers on the coffin's lining and again uncomfortable. Then an arm was around him waist pulling him flush against Ray's chest. He was stiff for a second, but soon relaxed into the comfort.

"Better?"

"Much better." Henry replied, a soft smile no one could see played about on his lips. He wiggled just slightly trying to get that last bit of comfortableness.

"Hen." Ray warned.

"Yeah, yeah I'm stoppin'."