[The second his top is off, Stanley starts to feel exposed. Two sets of eyes falling on him and causing him to glance down at himself just briefly, and wow, yeah, he supposes there's a fair few bruises to witness, but they were signs of a good fight, just like they would be if they'd been from a boxing match. He took a good beating, but you should see the other guy. It's good to get them out in the open, if he's honest with himself, rather than spend far too long trying to keep himself covered up with long sleeves in hot rooms and uncomfortable shirts against far too sensitive nipples. Nipples that have him gasping out a sharp breath the second Vecchio reaches out to brush a rough pad against them, teasing as his hand withdraws immediately after. He wants to chase that hand, to pounce after it, but as his gaze lifts again he's suddenly noticing, as if for the first time, Fraser bared before him.
Jesus, that's a good sight. A proper display of good health, of thick muscle and good skin and a build perfectly tailored for outdoor pursuits. Kowalski can't even help the hiss of what might be annoyance as Ray tugs the Mountie further away, and Stanley's left with a sudden bubble of jealousy that the asshole is getting to put his hands all over his partner before he even gets a touch in. Stan wanted that to be his lips at Fraser's broad neck, and his hands at his chest. That should be his Mountie gasping into his hold and shuddering against him.
But then Vecchio's whispering far too loudly about kissing him better and Fraser's falling forward like he can't manage anything but do as he's told. Obedient little sod when he wants to be, not that Kowalski's complaining, his gaze dropping to catch sight of his hand being enclosed in Benton's grip and Benton's tongue. God, he was licking things again, but this... this was something Stanley was a hundred percent cool with him licking. He's not even sure how something as simple as a mouth at his wrist and hand can get him excited, but it's working, that tongue and those lips wrenching soft little gasps from him, especially as Fraser unhelpfully opens up a few healing grazes. This was his life now, getting horny from a damn tongue on his palm, but as Benton sucked, Ray was right there with him, lifting his free hand to tangle into the usually perfect mess of brown hair.]
Yeah. [He gasps, encouraging and reassuring as his attention finally lifts back up to Vecchio. Stanley's just a little too smug that he's got a Mountie at his feet, unable to resist the wolfish grin finally tugging at his lips as his gaze flicks down and straight back to Ray again, suggestive.]
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Jesus, that's a good sight. A proper display of good health, of thick muscle and good skin and a build perfectly tailored for outdoor pursuits. Kowalski can't even help the hiss of what might be annoyance as Ray tugs the Mountie further away, and Stanley's left with a sudden bubble of jealousy that the asshole is getting to put his hands all over his partner before he even gets a touch in. Stan wanted that to be his lips at Fraser's broad neck, and his hands at his chest. That should be his Mountie gasping into his hold and shuddering against him.
But then Vecchio's whispering far too loudly about kissing him better and Fraser's falling forward like he can't manage anything but do as he's told. Obedient little sod when he wants to be, not that Kowalski's complaining, his gaze dropping to catch sight of his hand being enclosed in Benton's grip and Benton's tongue. God, he was licking things again, but this... this was something Stanley was a hundred percent cool with him licking. He's not even sure how something as simple as a mouth at his wrist and hand can get him excited, but it's working, that tongue and those lips wrenching soft little gasps from him, especially as Fraser unhelpfully opens up a few healing grazes. This was his life now, getting horny from a damn tongue on his palm, but as Benton sucked, Ray was right there with him, lifting his free hand to tangle into the usually perfect mess of brown hair.]
Yeah. [He gasps, encouraging and reassuring as his attention finally lifts back up to Vecchio. Stanley's just a little too smug that he's got a Mountie at his feet, unable to resist the wolfish grin finally tugging at his lips as his gaze flicks down and straight back to Ray again, suggestive.]
It's not gonna kiss itself better, Ray.