[ He could almost swear that, just for a moment, it seemed like Ray was about to throw himself across the room--but for what, he didn't know. Punching would be the reasonable guess, but it wasn't where Fraser's mind went to, because as much as they were projecting aggression at each other, Fraser could read a different kind of daring there; something much closer to 'Come on, rip my clothes off!' Something that made him uncomfortable being in the room with the both of them as though he were risking some part of himself just by doing so.
And then, just like his namesake in Streetcar, Ray buckled like a wet dollar bill. It was an incredible work of posture. In a single gesture Ray surrendered to Fraser while at the same time hardly letting down the electric machismo that was turned in Vecchio's direction. There was a conversation going on there that Fraser couldn't read, but as he was getting in under Kowalski's skin - the man on whom his life would depend, and who would in turn depend on Fraser for his own for the forseeable future - there was really no need to linger.
He could work this. Kowalski was the weak link, and Fraser could work him, squeeze him for information.
And then what? What happened once he knew that they were really fucking, once he'd made them say it out loud? Did it change anything? Maybe it was time to start thinking about that because honestly? Fraser didn't know. Vecchio wouldn't be around forever, but it was...strange. He'd never known his partner's tastes ran that way, never suspected--but maybe Ray hadn't either. He'd been married for most of his adult life.
Still he wouldn't have guessed that Ray Vecchio leant that way either. He was as straight as they came, both in honesty and sexuality. Both of them couldn't keep their eyes off attractive women even when they were distractions from the job, and both of them drove cars that clearly said 'I'm a straight man approaching middle age and this car is me living my boyhood fantasies; a V-8 means I made it.' And maybe when Ray Vecchio left it would just be over, nothing more said.
It was odd, but he was okay with it. Maybe a little jealous, if he was honest, because it had been a while since Fraser had felt that way about anything; it was the kind of love that could destroy everything, that might even kill you, and it was everything that could make a man feel alive. Yes, he was jealous.
So he stepped in closer to Ray Kowalski, ducking his head down to the right, trying to look like he was offering an olive branch. ]
You know I'm okay with it, don't you? This thing between you, I'd be okay with it. You're my best friends, and I only want you to be happy. So if you're happy with each other--
[ He was close to Kowalski now, and he shot a look up toward Vecchio and caught the full power of the expression being pointed in Kowalski's direction. It sent a thrill straight through him, one so sharp and direct that he immediately found he had to look away. It burned even then. ]
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And then, just like his namesake in Streetcar, Ray buckled like a wet dollar bill. It was an incredible work of posture. In a single gesture Ray surrendered to Fraser while at the same time hardly letting down the electric machismo that was turned in Vecchio's direction. There was a conversation going on there that Fraser couldn't read, but as he was getting in under Kowalski's skin - the man on whom his life would depend, and who would in turn depend on Fraser for his own for the forseeable future - there was really no need to linger.
He could work this. Kowalski was the weak link, and Fraser could work him, squeeze him for information.
And then what? What happened once he knew that they were really fucking, once he'd made them say it out loud? Did it change anything? Maybe it was time to start thinking about that because honestly? Fraser didn't know. Vecchio wouldn't be around forever, but it was...strange. He'd never known his partner's tastes ran that way, never suspected--but maybe Ray hadn't either. He'd been married for most of his adult life.
Still he wouldn't have guessed that Ray Vecchio leant that way either. He was as straight as they came, both in honesty and sexuality. Both of them couldn't keep their eyes off attractive women even when they were distractions from the job, and both of them drove cars that clearly said 'I'm a straight man approaching middle age and this car is me living my boyhood fantasies; a V-8 means I made it.' And maybe when Ray Vecchio left it would just be over, nothing more said.
It was odd, but he was okay with it. Maybe a little jealous, if he was honest, because it had been a while since Fraser had felt that way about anything; it was the kind of love that could destroy everything, that might even kill you, and it was everything that could make a man feel alive. Yes, he was jealous.
So he stepped in closer to Ray Kowalski, ducking his head down to the right, trying to look like he was offering an olive branch. ]
You know I'm okay with it, don't you? This thing between you, I'd be okay with it. You're my best friends, and I only want you to be happy. So if you're happy with each other--
[ He was close to Kowalski now, and he shot a look up toward Vecchio and caught the full power of the expression being pointed in Kowalski's direction. It sent a thrill straight through him, one so sharp and direct that he immediately found he had to look away. It burned even then. ]