Or maybe it was more than buddies. Or something other than buddies.
Whatever it was, Ray was glad Fraser had met him that last inch, had reassured him that this was a thing and hadn't instead left him hanging there, far too close and waiting for something to happen. Ray's not sure he could have been the one to close that gap, to be the one to finally make his lean in an actual kiss, and maybe that makes him a coward but either way he still got his own way. Because this is what he wanted. At least this is what his instincts had told him he wanted and he rarely ignores those. He hadn't really thought about what he was doing. Hadn't even registered just how close he was getting until he'd felt Fraser's breath against his and then those lips pressing to him, sending a jolt through his system like he'd just licked an electrical socket.
This was... this was dumb. And yet it felt oddly right, something aligning and clicking into place like a well picked lock suddenly opening up and revealing whatever it had been hiding. Ray's almost as scared as his partner to react, exhaling a shuddering breath against his mouth as for a few lengthy seconds he's just stood there awkwardly, his lips against Benton's and his brain on lock down like his whole self has totally forgotten how kissing works.
Maybe if he just...
His head tilts just a tiny bit more, but it's Fraser's movement that gets him functioning again, the feel of his lips moving against Ray's own and the slow shift of that hand on his, lifting and pressing into his pulse. He knows it's his pulse point because even he can feel the thudding beat against the pressure pushing down, his heart rate quickening by the second, which either means he's lying a hell of a lot right now, or he's nervous, or anxious, or excited, or aroused, or any other damn thing that could get his blood pumping faster. And he might just be most of those things, because right now he can't work out whether he should be scared shitless or excited as sin that they were doing this. That he and the Mountie were lip locked and still going as though neither of them wants to be the one to break it.
It's of no surprise that he doesn't even hear the door opening and closing several times, and has absolutely no clue of the waft of perfume, too clueless and far too invested in their current position.
This is like a teens first kiss, awkward and uncertain and just slightly uneventful, and yet Ray's pretty sure it's one of the best he's ever had. It feels good, it feels right, and if he can forget he's kissing his best buddy, his working partner and a man for just two seconds, he'd go far as to say this is near perfect.
He was cautiously optimistic, even as he finally presses forward just a little bit more and lets his tongue venture outward, swiping for Fraser's lips. He doesn't even notice the one arm he had around Fraser tightening, or that he's leaning into him just that little bit more, but it works. It helps.
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Or maybe it was more than buddies. Or something other than buddies.
Whatever it was, Ray was glad Fraser had met him that last inch, had reassured him that this was a thing and hadn't instead left him hanging there, far too close and waiting for something to happen. Ray's not sure he could have been the one to close that gap, to be the one to finally make his lean in an actual kiss, and maybe that makes him a coward but either way he still got his own way. Because this is what he wanted. At least this is what his instincts had told him he wanted and he rarely ignores those. He hadn't really thought about what he was doing. Hadn't even registered just how close he was getting until he'd felt Fraser's breath against his and then those lips pressing to him, sending a jolt through his system like he'd just licked an electrical socket.
This was... this was dumb. And yet it felt oddly right, something aligning and clicking into place like a well picked lock suddenly opening up and revealing whatever it had been hiding. Ray's almost as scared as his partner to react, exhaling a shuddering breath against his mouth as for a few lengthy seconds he's just stood there awkwardly, his lips against Benton's and his brain on lock down like his whole self has totally forgotten how kissing works.
Maybe if he just...
His head tilts just a tiny bit more, but it's Fraser's movement that gets him functioning again, the feel of his lips moving against Ray's own and the slow shift of that hand on his, lifting and pressing into his pulse. He knows it's his pulse point because even he can feel the thudding beat against the pressure pushing down, his heart rate quickening by the second, which either means he's lying a hell of a lot right now, or he's nervous, or anxious, or excited, or aroused, or any other damn thing that could get his blood pumping faster. And he might just be most of those things, because right now he can't work out whether he should be scared shitless or excited as sin that they were doing this. That he and the Mountie were lip locked and still going as though neither of them wants to be the one to break it.
It's of no surprise that he doesn't even hear the door opening and closing several times, and has absolutely no clue of the waft of perfume, too clueless and far too invested in their current position.
This is like a teens first kiss, awkward and uncertain and just slightly uneventful, and yet Ray's pretty sure it's one of the best he's ever had. It feels good, it feels right, and if he can forget he's kissing his best buddy, his working partner and a man for just two seconds, he'd go far as to say this is near perfect.
He was cautiously optimistic, even as he finally presses forward just a little bit more and lets his tongue venture outward, swiping for Fraser's lips. He doesn't even notice the one arm he had around Fraser tightening, or that he's leaning into him just that little bit more, but it works. It helps.
He could make this work.]