[Ray really doesn't want to let go. Really, really doesn't want to pull away from the current thing they've got going on. Fraser's curled against him so perfectly that it just seems like a poor choice all around for either of them to stop what they're doing. Even his name sounds so much better when gasped from the lips of the Mountie, and as those hands drag and claw their way across his back, Ray's gasping right back, still attached to Fraser's ear. He's amazed they even made it into the apartment, that's some level of success, right? Maybe they could just try getting a little further every time they come here...
But then Fraser's trying a few more words and Ray's getting the general idea behind 'Ray, bed' because those are two words he's pretty knowledgeable on.]
Yeah.
[Agreed lightly, like he's not quite sure how to process the request but still perfectly willing to follow it. Bed. He can manage the bed. It's not far. If only he can force himself away from the warmth of the other for a few seconds.
With a huff of effort he finally tilts back, head moving away from Fraser and his arms carefully unwrapping from his waist. He still keeps contact though, in the form of a firm grip at the shoulder of that red uniform, using it as leverage to tug Fraser through the cluttered apartment towards the bedroom. The bed's unmade and there's clothes strewn about, but Ray really couldn't give a shit about his untidiness at this moment in time, his only hesitation coming when he turns to look at the serge gripped between his fingers.]
You uh. Y'wanna take that off?
[Ray sure could try, but he can't guarantee it'll remain in one piece if he does. He doesn't know the first thing about that uniform. It'd been enough of a struggle the time he'd 'borrowed' Turnbull's.]
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But then Fraser's trying a few more words and Ray's getting the general idea behind 'Ray, bed' because those are two words he's pretty knowledgeable on.]
Yeah.
[Agreed lightly, like he's not quite sure how to process the request but still perfectly willing to follow it. Bed. He can manage the bed. It's not far. If only he can force himself away from the warmth of the other for a few seconds.
With a huff of effort he finally tilts back, head moving away from Fraser and his arms carefully unwrapping from his waist. He still keeps contact though, in the form of a firm grip at the shoulder of that red uniform, using it as leverage to tug Fraser through the cluttered apartment towards the bedroom. The bed's unmade and there's clothes strewn about, but Ray really couldn't give a shit about his untidiness at this moment in time, his only hesitation coming when he turns to look at the serge gripped between his fingers.]
You uh. Y'wanna take that off?
[Ray sure could try, but he can't guarantee it'll remain in one piece if he does. He doesn't know the first thing about that uniform. It'd been enough of a struggle the time he'd 'borrowed' Turnbull's.]
Either that or I rip it off ya...
[It's the truth as much as it is a threat.]