[Books were for people with smarts. People like Fraser. Ray didn't needed a book to tell him what was hot and what wasn't. He didn't need a book to tell him that his partner straddling him and slicking up was something that would be getting his dick painfully hard before he's barely even started.
Ray knew Fraser was attractive and that's all he needed his mind to register. He was attracted to the Mountie despite all his stubbornness and contrary ways, despite the arguments and impossible expectations. He was attracted to Fraser because of those as well as despite them. Benton was ridiculously good looking and just a little too perfect until one dug into his flaws, and Ray was happy to deal with it all, annoyances and all.
How could he possibly deny the man on top of him, opening up his very soul as he put his finely built body on display and showed a private side of him that no one had seen before? There was no possible way he could, not now. He wouldn't want to even if he could.
Ray certainly watched, every bit of his attention locked on his partner above him, attention flicking occasionally down between those solid thighs, although more avidly watching the twist of expressions that danced across Fraser's features. Kowalski's own expression had barely changed, wavering somewhere between rapt awe and pure admiration, lips just slightly parted and brows creased upwards.]
Yeah.
[He grunts out when prompted, sliding one hand from it's grip of muscle to reach cautiously around and blindly fumble for the positioning of Fraser's hands. His fingers crept and explored carefully, not wishing to intrude on this private matter despite so desperately wanting to learn every little shift involved in it. He finds Fraser's own digits and settles at his knuckles, using his fingers as a gauge to judge just what goes where and how many, because God he really needs to know this, he needs to feel each digit press in as he watches Benton's face. It's only once he's settled there that he feels that second finger pressing in and even he can't help a hiss of breath on his next exhale.]
Oh, fuck... [Whispered, but even then he bites down on his bottom lip, trying to silence himself from anything further. He's watching. Watching from the other side of the window as Fraser pleasures himself in the lonely warmth of the cabin.]
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Ray knew Fraser was attractive and that's all he needed his mind to register. He was attracted to the Mountie despite all his stubbornness and contrary ways, despite the arguments and impossible expectations. He was attracted to Fraser because of those as well as despite them. Benton was ridiculously good looking and just a little too perfect until one dug into his flaws, and Ray was happy to deal with it all, annoyances and all.
How could he possibly deny the man on top of him, opening up his very soul as he put his finely built body on display and showed a private side of him that no one had seen before? There was no possible way he could, not now. He wouldn't want to even if he could.
Ray certainly watched, every bit of his attention locked on his partner above him, attention flicking occasionally down between those solid thighs, although more avidly watching the twist of expressions that danced across Fraser's features. Kowalski's own expression had barely changed, wavering somewhere between rapt awe and pure admiration, lips just slightly parted and brows creased upwards.]
Yeah.
[He grunts out when prompted, sliding one hand from it's grip of muscle to reach cautiously around and blindly fumble for the positioning of Fraser's hands. His fingers crept and explored carefully, not wishing to intrude on this private matter despite so desperately wanting to learn every little shift involved in it. He finds Fraser's own digits and settles at his knuckles, using his fingers as a gauge to judge just what goes where and how many, because God he really needs to know this, he needs to feel each digit press in as he watches Benton's face. It's only once he's settled there that he feels that second finger pressing in and even he can't help a hiss of breath on his next exhale.]
Oh, fuck... [Whispered, but even then he bites down on his bottom lip, trying to silence himself from anything further. He's watching. Watching from the other side of the window as Fraser pleasures himself in the lonely warmth of the cabin.]