[ Oh good, more three letter words. They're in the bedroom already and Fraser wants to be thrown down on the bed and ravaged the same way they'd assaulted each other by the front door. He wants Ray to rip off his uniform and throw its constituent parts down amongst his own mess. But there's a flash of that blue uniform, and--
And also he wants Ray inside him maybe last year, not a decade from now. So he amends his statement: ] No. [ And he pulls his Sam Browne and his lanyard over his shoulders, flicks open the last of his tunic's buttons, springs the suspenders underneath from the anchors on his breeches, and unhooks the workings of his far-too-complicated fly. The boots have to come off next.
Fortunately Fraser has graduated to four letter words. He manages: ] Stay stay stay. [ And tugs his way to freedom. Disheveled and thoroughly kissed, he wrenched his way from Ray with an effort, sitting on the edge of the bed and hurriedly pulling off each boot, only going so far down down the laces that his ankles feel like he's dislocated them as he drags them off, rather than actually are.
That's enough, surely. That has to be enough. Ray can handle it from here.
Fraser wants him to handle it from here.
Except there's sudden stillness, Fraser sitting on the edge of the bed and Ray above him and the distance between them. There's a chance for discovery here. Fraser had clean stripped the other night, but the circumstances had been different. He'd smashed the lamp and only the streetlights outside had guided them. But that had been frantic sexual discovery and this... Fraser was giving himself to Ray, and if that was what he was doing them he had to stand up and let his partner unwrap him. Undress him. Peel back the wool layers to reveal the man underneath.
His legs felt positively shaky when he got them underneath him, stepping quietly closer. Now he was the one visibly vibrating as his eyes met his partner's again. ]
Come here. [ His voice sounded very faraway; all he could seem to hear was his own racing heartbeat pounding away in his ears. ] I'm ready. You can have me.
[ One barefooted sexually repressed Mountie, free to a good home. ]
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[ Oh good, more three letter words. They're in the bedroom already and Fraser wants to be thrown down on the bed and ravaged the same way they'd assaulted each other by the front door. He wants Ray to rip off his uniform and throw its constituent parts down amongst his own mess. But there's a flash of that blue uniform, and--
And also he wants Ray inside him maybe last year, not a decade from now. So he amends his statement: ] No. [ And he pulls his Sam Browne and his lanyard over his shoulders, flicks open the last of his tunic's buttons, springs the suspenders underneath from the anchors on his breeches, and unhooks the workings of his far-too-complicated fly. The boots have to come off next.
Fortunately Fraser has graduated to four letter words. He manages: ] Stay stay stay. [ And tugs his way to freedom. Disheveled and thoroughly kissed, he wrenched his way from Ray with an effort, sitting on the edge of the bed and hurriedly pulling off each boot, only going so far down down the laces that his ankles feel like he's dislocated them as he drags them off, rather than actually are.
That's enough, surely. That has to be enough. Ray can handle it from here.
Fraser wants him to handle it from here.
Except there's sudden stillness, Fraser sitting on the edge of the bed and Ray above him and the distance between them. There's a chance for discovery here. Fraser had clean stripped the other night, but the circumstances had been different. He'd smashed the lamp and only the streetlights outside had guided them. But that had been frantic sexual discovery and this... Fraser was giving himself to Ray, and if that was what he was doing them he had to stand up and let his partner unwrap him. Undress him. Peel back the wool layers to reveal the man underneath.
His legs felt positively shaky when he got them underneath him, stepping quietly closer. Now he was the one visibly vibrating as his eyes met his partner's again. ]
Come here. [ His voice sounded very faraway; all he could seem to hear was his own racing heartbeat pounding away in his ears. ] I'm ready. You can have me.
[ One barefooted sexually repressed Mountie, free to a good home. ]