[So they were taking it slow. Ray could deal with that. He could deal with the kissing and the fondling like he was back in his pre-teen high school days where exploration was enough. He almost misses that. Those days as a teen where you were just satisfied so long as you got to see skin or to put your tongue in someone else's mouth.
There was something about this with Fraser that sparked a sense of that, like it was something new and exciting, that he didn't have to prove himself or try and be someone he's not. Fraser had seen it all already, he'd already been witness to Ray stripped bare, physically and metaphorically. This was a guy who didn't care about how well built you were, whether there was a full six pack, or how big you were packing. After being on the singles shelf for far too long, feeling judged and criticized every time he attempted to make a move on any one, this just felt like such a relief. He should have been doing it long ago.
Fraser did all the right things. Settled himself in close, took a gradual path to Ray's lips, and kept the kiss lingering and inviting. Without any need for persuasion, Ray's responding, curling in against the Mountie as he twists in his seat and curling his calf around Fraser's legs. He didn't mind closeness. He was clingy enough as it was, and now that he had the encouragement there was nothing stopping him from wanting this affection.
His kiss is responsive but not forceful, enjoying the moment without trying to hurry it. He's got an arm moving up the back of the seat to prop him in place while the other curls around Fraser's waist. He could settle himself there for the rest of the night quite easily, but there's one question tugging at the back of his mind that he can't quite settle. Something that he has to ask, barely pulling away, muttered against his partners lips.]
Would you uh, would you have done this with Vecchio? I mean if he hadn't gone with Stella and stuff. I heard it mighta been a thing.
[Or more that he'd taken what Welsh had said to mean that he was the second choice. Maybe that's okay though. He could deal with being second best.]
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There was something about this with Fraser that sparked a sense of that, like it was something new and exciting, that he didn't have to prove himself or try and be someone he's not. Fraser had seen it all already, he'd already been witness to Ray stripped bare, physically and metaphorically. This was a guy who didn't care about how well built you were, whether there was a full six pack, or how big you were packing. After being on the singles shelf for far too long, feeling judged and criticized every time he attempted to make a move on any one, this just felt like such a relief. He should have been doing it long ago.
Fraser did all the right things. Settled himself in close, took a gradual path to Ray's lips, and kept the kiss lingering and inviting. Without any need for persuasion, Ray's responding, curling in against the Mountie as he twists in his seat and curling his calf around Fraser's legs. He didn't mind closeness. He was clingy enough as it was, and now that he had the encouragement there was nothing stopping him from wanting this affection.
His kiss is responsive but not forceful, enjoying the moment without trying to hurry it. He's got an arm moving up the back of the seat to prop him in place while the other curls around Fraser's waist. He could settle himself there for the rest of the night quite easily, but there's one question tugging at the back of his mind that he can't quite settle. Something that he has to ask, barely pulling away, muttered against his partners lips.]
Would you uh, would you have done this with Vecchio? I mean if he hadn't gone with Stella and stuff. I heard it mighta been a thing.
[Or more that he'd taken what Welsh had said to mean that he was the second choice. Maybe that's okay though. He could deal with being second best.]