[ This wasn't supposed to happen. Beautiful Canadian Mounties who had been their best friend for years weren't supposed to soften like butter under their warm touches. They weren't supposed to shudder and melt and lower their weight against his support, or reciprocate kisses the way that Fraser was reciprocating Stanley's kiss. It just didn't happen.
His heart was in his throat, Ray realised, thumping hard in terrible perilous fear and overwhelming desire pressed in tight like a stormcloud against him. And yet he was being relied upon to lead this, and somehow that was completely okay. Fraser was Stanley's. This...interlude between the three of them, it wouldn't last forever, if it lasted beyond today at all, but in the grand scheme of things now, Fraser was Stanley's. It looked right, he thought, bringing his mouth away from Fraser's skin for a moment so that he had the opportunity to look. They were partners, they were comfortable with each other, and that kiss was so, so sweet, like the beginning of something beautiful. Ray had seen Fraser kissed before, but he'd never seen anything like this, like Fraser reciprocating with such heartbreaking earnestness that even a crying puppy would be jealous.
Mia madre, he thought. Maybe they love each other.
So he became instructional, slotted into the position of guidance because heaven only knew he understood how all this became functional a lot better than either of these two goofs did. He stroked his thumb against Stanley's jawbone before he retreated his hands, and then they were busy at work, taking off Fraser's hat and tugging the velcro catch open at his throat, unclipping his Sam Browne and setting it aside with everything else. The loosened tunic gave him a little more throat to kiss, a swathe of wool bruised skin exposed under Fraser's jaw. How he could stand to wear that stuff all day Ray didn't know.
Ray paused to loosen and abandon his own tie, then went to work on the friction burn with his tongue, his hands settling on the back of Fraser's, instructing him to pull Stanley hip to hip with him, groin to groin,as he bumped up against Fraser's backside himself. ]
That's right, Benny. [ He whispered, the words wet against his ear. ] Just relax.
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His heart was in his throat, Ray realised, thumping hard in terrible perilous fear and overwhelming desire pressed in tight like a stormcloud against him. And yet he was being relied upon to lead this, and somehow that was completely okay. Fraser was Stanley's. This...interlude between the three of them, it wouldn't last forever, if it lasted beyond today at all, but in the grand scheme of things now, Fraser was Stanley's. It looked right, he thought, bringing his mouth away from Fraser's skin for a moment so that he had the opportunity to look. They were partners, they were comfortable with each other, and that kiss was so, so sweet, like the beginning of something beautiful. Ray had seen Fraser kissed before, but he'd never seen anything like this, like Fraser reciprocating with such heartbreaking earnestness that even a crying puppy would be jealous.
Mia madre, he thought. Maybe they love each other.
So he became instructional, slotted into the position of guidance because heaven only knew he understood how all this became functional a lot better than either of these two goofs did. He stroked his thumb against Stanley's jawbone before he retreated his hands, and then they were busy at work, taking off Fraser's hat and tugging the velcro catch open at his throat, unclipping his Sam Browne and setting it aside with everything else. The loosened tunic gave him a little more throat to kiss, a swathe of wool bruised skin exposed under Fraser's jaw. How he could stand to wear that stuff all day Ray didn't know.
Ray paused to loosen and abandon his own tie, then went to work on the friction burn with his tongue, his hands settling on the back of Fraser's, instructing him to pull Stanley hip to hip with him, groin to groin,as he bumped up against Fraser's backside himself. ]
That's right, Benny. [ He whispered, the words wet against his ear. ] Just relax.