He didn't get to say it, but there was no doubt he understood. Ray didn't so much want him to shut up as he needed him to, and for the time being at least he intended to do his best to obey. Aided, of course, by Ray's instinctive persistence, because as per usual he had dozens of blurted questions that could tumble into any spaces left between them.
Fraser didn't fight it. The pressure of Ray's pinioning against him could have been fought if he'd wanted the upper hand, he had the strength to make just such a play. Still, the kneading to his shoulder softened the knot, releasing some of the tension that was keeping them upright. Biting down on a whimper - biting down hard - he at last let their combined weight drop him on his back, bringing Ray with him. There was a kind of surrender there, a stetson tip to the sweeping force of a Chicago cop that more than once Fraser had watched unleash himself in the past. Fraser knew when he had to just let the whirlwind fly, and he trusted him inherently. (Although there had been that brief moment with the lighter where he'd had to question his leaps of faith.)
Right now, all of that was far out of his mind. He let Ray conquer his mouth, albeit one part of that was due to the fall clean knocking the air out of him, but where he lost ground on the kiss, the new position gave him the freedom of his hands, and he brought them to Ray's back, running his thumbs along his shoulder blades, soaking in the warmth that by now they were generating in excess regardless of the fire. At least he felt as though he were on the verge of combustion. ]
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He didn't get to say it, but there was no doubt he understood. Ray didn't so much want him to shut up as he needed him to, and for the time being at least he intended to do his best to obey. Aided, of course, by Ray's instinctive persistence, because as per usual he had dozens of blurted questions that could tumble into any spaces left between them.
Fraser didn't fight it. The pressure of Ray's pinioning against him could have been fought if he'd wanted the upper hand, he had the strength to make just such a play. Still, the kneading to his shoulder softened the knot, releasing some of the tension that was keeping them upright. Biting down on a whimper - biting down hard - he at last let their combined weight drop him on his back, bringing Ray with him. There was a kind of surrender there, a stetson tip to the sweeping force of a Chicago cop that more than once Fraser had watched unleash himself in the past. Fraser knew when he had to just let the whirlwind fly, and he trusted him inherently. (Although there had been that brief moment with the lighter where he'd had to question his leaps of faith.)
Right now, all of that was far out of his mind. He let Ray conquer his mouth, albeit one part of that was due to the fall clean knocking the air out of him, but where he lost ground on the kiss, the new position gave him the freedom of his hands, and he brought them to Ray's back, running his thumbs along his shoulder blades, soaking in the warmth that by now they were generating in excess regardless of the fire. At least he felt as though he were on the verge of combustion. ]