This is like all of those ridiculous fantasies that Kowalski's barely dared to dream about, all rolled up into a neat little package. Sure, he dreams about the Mountie occasionally. He's not gay or anything. He just likes to fawn over a guy sometimes. So what?
He's expecting rejection, ready for Fraser to twist or pull away and stutter out some overly polite apology, because real life is nothing like those dreams of his. Real life is reality, where he's forced to work alongside the most infuriating partner ever, receiving smiles and reassurances and never anything more. Reality isn't meant to involve a locked room and an apparent three way with two other guys. That's not real. That's porno status.
And yet Vecchio's hands are encircling him, gripping out a strong encouragement as Stanley pressed forward and dusting kisses across Fraser's jawline to match the kiss that he'd given. All at once Ray felt the man before his loosen into the touches and his heart fluttered, his own knot of anxiety slowly untying as those lips reciprocated and accepted. Benton wasn't running from this. He was returning it. Maybe, just maybe he wanted this, just like Kowalski had wanted, needed, that time with Vecchio.
All at once Stanley moves, shifting a hand to Fraser's hip, the other to Vecchio's shoulder, gripping tight as he pushes forward against the kiss, mouth opening just enough to lick at Fraser. There's only the briefest withdraw, just long enough to meet with Vecchio, brushing lips against his cheek in what might be gratitude, before he's straight back to the Mountie. So maybe it took Ray to make all this happen. That's fine. That's okay. He's welcome to keep making it happen.]
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This is like all of those ridiculous fantasies that Kowalski's barely dared to dream about, all rolled up into a neat little package. Sure, he dreams about the Mountie occasionally. He's not gay or anything. He just likes to fawn over a guy sometimes. So what?
He's expecting rejection, ready for Fraser to twist or pull away and stutter out some overly polite apology, because real life is nothing like those dreams of his. Real life is reality, where he's forced to work alongside the most infuriating partner ever, receiving smiles and reassurances and never anything more. Reality isn't meant to involve a locked room and an apparent three way with two other guys. That's not real. That's porno status.
And yet Vecchio's hands are encircling him, gripping out a strong encouragement as Stanley pressed forward and dusting kisses across Fraser's jawline to match the kiss that he'd given. All at once Ray felt the man before his loosen into the touches and his heart fluttered, his own knot of anxiety slowly untying as those lips reciprocated and accepted. Benton wasn't running from this. He was returning it. Maybe, just maybe he wanted this, just like Kowalski had wanted, needed, that time with Vecchio.
All at once Stanley moves, shifting a hand to Fraser's hip, the other to Vecchio's shoulder, gripping tight as he pushes forward against the kiss, mouth opening just enough to lick at Fraser. There's only the briefest withdraw, just long enough to meet with Vecchio, brushing lips against his cheek in what might be gratitude, before he's straight back to the Mountie. So maybe it took Ray to make all this happen. That's fine. That's okay. He's welcome to keep making it happen.]