[ He felt like Ray was seeing him peeled open, honest and true, for perhaps the first time. That wasn't true, of course, but the situation was such an intimate one that he truly did feel as though he'd been laid out, laid bare, exposed. The tears he'd wept, willingly shown to Ray, shining in his face. He made his own soft noise as Ray's thumb sought out the last traces of his tears, the action so magnificently fond that it almost made his heart break then and there. He felt so loved, tilted his head into Ray's hand, and then sighed against his mouth when the kiss came--just a brush, but more than enough to get the sentiment across along with everything else.
His mouth curled into laughter under Ray's hand, though there wasn't even a note of it. Fraser didn't have the breath to actually laugh. But he did press his smile back into Ray's shoulder, his chest, settling down against him, around him still, as he let the last of the rush subside. ]
Mmm. [ He said again. He was getting good at that noise. ] Really? [ It sounded like mmreallee-mm? ] I think you'd--like it.
[ His eyes were closed, and Fraser managed to rub his cheek a little more against Ray's skin, little jerks of his head that very quickly slowed to nothing. Even that was too much, and his head, his body felt heavy, brimming over with exhaustion. It swept in around them both, and even if Fraser knew it was just a case of his lungs having to work less hard, his body shutting down for sleep, he couldn't help but acknowledge it, recognise it briefly in one last effort to look at Ray before he let it take him. He wanted to remember him right at this moment, happy and sated under him.
He saw, and then he closed his eyes, murmured something unintelligible, and exhaustion pulled the blinds of sleep over his eyes. He dozed, then slept, breathing soft and rhythmic and content. ]
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His mouth curled into laughter under Ray's hand, though there wasn't even a note of it. Fraser didn't have the breath to actually laugh. But he did press his smile back into Ray's shoulder, his chest, settling down against him, around him still, as he let the last of the rush subside. ]
Mmm. [ He said again. He was getting good at that noise. ] Really? [ It sounded like mmreallee-mm? ] I think you'd--like it.
[ His eyes were closed, and Fraser managed to rub his cheek a little more against Ray's skin, little jerks of his head that very quickly slowed to nothing. Even that was too much, and his head, his body felt heavy, brimming over with exhaustion. It swept in around them both, and even if Fraser knew it was just a case of his lungs having to work less hard, his body shutting down for sleep, he couldn't help but acknowledge it, recognise it briefly in one last effort to look at Ray before he let it take him. He wanted to remember him right at this moment, happy and sated under him.
He saw, and then he closed his eyes, murmured something unintelligible, and exhaustion pulled the blinds of sleep over his eyes. He dozed, then slept, breathing soft and rhythmic and content. ]