A fact he might almost have forgotten were it not for the moan from his partner that sounded just a little too masculine to be mistaken for anything else, and those creeping hands that are far too large and worn to be anything but Fraser's. Sure, without those factors, Ray could have almost fooled himself into thinking this was just some good looking bridesmaid he'd managed to drag away from the festivities. But there was just no mistaking this. This was so much more than a kiss and a fumble in an elevator. This was him and his best friend, his partner, taking that final step to something that some may have seen coming a mile away.
Ray had known from day one that he'd get on with the Mountie. Even with their differences and the oddness and Fraser's general habit of being difficult, Ray could tell Benton was a good guy, dedicated to his job, good set of morals and a damn fine partner to have a around. Had to be to be climbing over moving cars and dragging his sorry ass out of Lake Michigan.
So maybe Ray had never quite envisioned this when he'd accepted Benton as being his new and undoubtedly best partner, but over the course of their time together he'd certainly realised he never wanted to lose the guy. The idea of Fraser running back to Vecchio when he'd returned had been heartbreaking, and even though he didn't, there was still that deep seated paranoia that maybe he would, one day. Maybe not so much now, not when Stanley's got his partner pinned against the elevator and Vecchio's retiring to run away with his new wife. This whole wedding wasn't such a bad deal after all.
Ray keeps up the kiss while he can, rough and needy, moaning right back into Fraser's mouth as those hands touch against bare skin and scrape a path down his back. So Benton had a little fight in him too. He already knew that, and he was pretty certain he was going to love it soon enough. This wasn't about being careful and delicate, this was about two men who'd risked their lives for one another time and time again, venting out just a little bit of that excess energy.
When the elevator does slow to a stop and ding out the appropriate number (it's a miracle he got the right floor on the first try, but it wasn't like there were masses to choose from), Ray reluctantly draws back, sucking on Fraser's tongue as he does so before breaking away wetly and releasing his weight from the other. He turns just in time to see an elderly couple (both of who Ray recognises) enter hesitantly, and Ray can't help but chuckle at them, full of mischief and amusement as he grabs for Fraser's hand and tugs him out right behind him. That's probably the most action that couple has seen in a decade, it'd explain why the lady is left staring as the doors slowly close again.]
Hah. There goes the ex-grandparent-in-laws. C'mon.
[The bridal suite is sounding far too appealing right now, even if just a place to dance and rest and enjoy without having a crowd of ex-relatives and fake-relatives around.]
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And Ray really was kissing Fraser.
A fact he might almost have forgotten were it not for the moan from his partner that sounded just a little too masculine to be mistaken for anything else, and those creeping hands that are far too large and worn to be anything but Fraser's. Sure, without those factors, Ray could have almost fooled himself into thinking this was just some good looking bridesmaid he'd managed to drag away from the festivities. But there was just no mistaking this. This was so much more than a kiss and a fumble in an elevator. This was him and his best friend, his partner, taking that final step to something that some may have seen coming a mile away.
Ray had known from day one that he'd get on with the Mountie. Even with their differences and the oddness and Fraser's general habit of being difficult, Ray could tell Benton was a good guy, dedicated to his job, good set of morals and a damn fine partner to have a around. Had to be to be climbing over moving cars and dragging his sorry ass out of Lake Michigan.
So maybe Ray had never quite envisioned this when he'd accepted Benton as being his new and undoubtedly best partner, but over the course of their time together he'd certainly realised he never wanted to lose the guy. The idea of Fraser running back to Vecchio when he'd returned had been heartbreaking, and even though he didn't, there was still that deep seated paranoia that maybe he would, one day. Maybe not so much now, not when Stanley's got his partner pinned against the elevator and Vecchio's retiring to run away with his new wife. This whole wedding wasn't such a bad deal after all.
Ray keeps up the kiss while he can, rough and needy, moaning right back into Fraser's mouth as those hands touch against bare skin and scrape a path down his back. So Benton had a little fight in him too. He already knew that, and he was pretty certain he was going to love it soon enough. This wasn't about being careful and delicate, this was about two men who'd risked their lives for one another time and time again, venting out just a little bit of that excess energy.
When the elevator does slow to a stop and ding out the appropriate number (it's a miracle he got the right floor on the first try, but it wasn't like there were masses to choose from), Ray reluctantly draws back, sucking on Fraser's tongue as he does so before breaking away wetly and releasing his weight from the other. He turns just in time to see an elderly couple (both of who Ray recognises) enter hesitantly, and Ray can't help but chuckle at them, full of mischief and amusement as he grabs for Fraser's hand and tugs him out right behind him. That's probably the most action that couple has seen in a decade, it'd explain why the lady is left staring as the doors slowly close again.]
Hah. There goes the ex-grandparent-in-laws. C'mon.
[The bridal suite is sounding far too appealing right now, even if just a place to dance and rest and enjoy without having a crowd of ex-relatives and fake-relatives around.]