[ Fraser had very little clue what was happening above him. All he knew was that Ray was twitching, jerking, groaning. The muscles of his stomach jumped under the knuckles of his hand, and the arm he had tight hold of snapped taut full of tendon and strained muscle as though it were taking everything in Stanley's effort to keep from fighting his arm free with all the strength he had.
He felt the very moment when his partner almost fell, and shifted his shoulder into Ray's thigh to help, thinking that the request that he was sensing was 'Ben I'm going to fall!' and not 'Ben get this crazy Italian off me!'
Whoops.
He did at least pause to look up, though, to make sure that his partner was okay, and the view from below, Vecchio at Kowalski's throat--it put him off guard, took his mind entirely off the game and his own role in it, because just for a moment he was the secret voyeur looking into their hidden world of vicious biting, handcuffs, fucking against walls, and whatever else his delirious mind could dream up for them to have done.
He was so distracted that when Stanley jerked his leg out desperately (since Fraser wasn't helping), he fell back almost on his rump, very nearly knocking Ray's legs from underneath him in the process. He stayed upright only via his own knees and his grip on Stanley's waistband and wrist, but got a wicked painful tug on his hair as he fell too; more than enough to wake him back up.
Whose side was he on, anyway? If he wanted to see anyone win this battle it should be Stanley, his partner. Loyalty to that was important, after all, and maybe if he showed a little support... Yes, that was probably for the best. If he didn't, he'd never hear the end of it.
He let Ray's wrist go reluctantly, then reached up toward his own throat. His lanyard was still around his neck--it had slipped through his shirt as Ray had pulled it over his head, and now Fraser loosened it, tugged it up past his ears and pulled it tight around both Rays' wrists. Then his hand wriggled underneath the two hands in his hair, freeing himself, and he rolled out of reach, ducking into the space off to the side, and uncertainly finding his feet again. His legs were very wobbly.
Okay, so tying Stanley to Ray wasn't strictly helping him out, and the lanyard was really just a pulley, it could be tugged back open in a matter of seconds, but it gave him the vital time he needed to get around Vecchio's back, cross his arms across his elbows and twist Ray's arms downward, trapping them at his sides. As Fraser's hands were still helpfully free, he thumbed open Ray's zipper too, slipping both hands down under his waistband - down, down, groping and squeezing - his eyes on Kowalski over Ray's shoulder as though to say 'I've got him, partner, now what do you want to do?' ]
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He felt the very moment when his partner almost fell, and shifted his shoulder into Ray's thigh to help, thinking that the request that he was sensing was 'Ben I'm going to fall!' and not 'Ben get this crazy Italian off me!'
Whoops.
He did at least pause to look up, though, to make sure that his partner was okay, and the view from below, Vecchio at Kowalski's throat--it put him off guard, took his mind entirely off the game and his own role in it, because just for a moment he was the secret voyeur looking into their hidden world of vicious biting, handcuffs, fucking against walls, and whatever else his delirious mind could dream up for them to have done.
He was so distracted that when Stanley jerked his leg out desperately (since Fraser wasn't helping), he fell back almost on his rump, very nearly knocking Ray's legs from underneath him in the process. He stayed upright only via his own knees and his grip on Stanley's waistband and wrist, but got a wicked painful tug on his hair as he fell too; more than enough to wake him back up.
Whose side was he on, anyway? If he wanted to see anyone win this battle it should be Stanley, his partner. Loyalty to that was important, after all, and maybe if he showed a little support... Yes, that was probably for the best. If he didn't, he'd never hear the end of it.
He let Ray's wrist go reluctantly, then reached up toward his own throat. His lanyard was still around his neck--it had slipped through his shirt as Ray had pulled it over his head, and now Fraser loosened it, tugged it up past his ears and pulled it tight around both Rays' wrists. Then his hand wriggled underneath the two hands in his hair, freeing himself, and he rolled out of reach, ducking into the space off to the side, and uncertainly finding his feet again. His legs were very wobbly.
Okay, so tying Stanley to Ray wasn't strictly helping him out, and the lanyard was really just a pulley, it could be tugged back open in a matter of seconds, but it gave him the vital time he needed to get around Vecchio's back, cross his arms across his elbows and twist Ray's arms downward, trapping them at his sides. As Fraser's hands were still helpfully free, he thumbed open Ray's zipper too, slipping both hands down under his waistband - down, down, groping and squeezing - his eyes on Kowalski over Ray's shoulder as though to say 'I've got him, partner, now what do you want to do?' ]