[It was still difficult for Ray to process the fact that this was actually happening. It felt like some odd dream and the alcohol wasn't exactly helping the hazy state of his mind as he settled into the embrace of the cushioned upholstery. His eyes kept drifting open during their kiss, observing the close up of his partner through half lidded eyes as if consistently checking who it was. It was Fraser. Fraser, the one who'd agreed to this, who'd accept the kissing and admitted out loud to his affection for Ray. The one person in Ray's life who'd declared any sort of love for him in years.
This could work. There's no reason why it couldn't. The two of them had resolved and worked their way through more arguments than Ray ever could with Stella. It was communication that had worked for them so well, some sort of understanding between the two during their working partnership that had meant they could read each other even when nothing was said. Stella had always complained that Ray didn't know how to talk to her, but perhaps she just didn't know how to listen to him, how to understand and read beyond his fumbled words and fast movements. Fraser knew Ray's language and in turn Ray had learned Fraser's.
And Fraser was definitely speaking his language now. Those drifting hands and purposeful rolls into him were enough to get him panting and gasping out softly into Benton's mouth, arching just lightly under him in encouragement.
He's almost glad when Benton withdraws, humming out a low groan at the teeth at his lip but sucking in a few well needed deep breaths.
Touch Fraser. If he wanted.
Of course he wanted. It was just such an alien concept to him to be getting this close, this intimate with virtually anyone but Stella. Sure, there'd been the odd woman here and there, but this slow and steady arching and curling into one another on the couch wasn't something he got a chance to often do. Especially not with male buddies.]
Yeah.
[Because that single word can mean a million different things, but right now it's something of a hesitant agreement. Yeah, he wanted.]
Hey, uh. Can I... uh?
[One arm slides free from Fraser's waist, and yes, that is his hand drifting to the front of his partner's jeans, fingers popping the button open while his eyes meet with that hungry gaze of Benton's, a questing, curious look in his own greyblue eyes. So maybe he had just given a lecture on his general disinterest in dicks, but this was different. It was just going to be a peek. A look. Maybe a touch. And this was Fraser, not some random guy.]
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This could work. There's no reason why it couldn't. The two of them had resolved and worked their way through more arguments than Ray ever could with Stella. It was communication that had worked for them so well, some sort of understanding between the two during their working partnership that had meant they could read each other even when nothing was said. Stella had always complained that Ray didn't know how to talk to her, but perhaps she just didn't know how to listen to him, how to understand and read beyond his fumbled words and fast movements. Fraser knew Ray's language and in turn Ray had learned Fraser's.
And Fraser was definitely speaking his language now. Those drifting hands and purposeful rolls into him were enough to get him panting and gasping out softly into Benton's mouth, arching just lightly under him in encouragement.
He's almost glad when Benton withdraws, humming out a low groan at the teeth at his lip but sucking in a few well needed deep breaths.
Touch Fraser. If he wanted.
Of course he wanted. It was just such an alien concept to him to be getting this close, this intimate with virtually anyone but Stella. Sure, there'd been the odd woman here and there, but this slow and steady arching and curling into one another on the couch wasn't something he got a chance to often do. Especially not with male buddies.]
Yeah.
[Because that single word can mean a million different things, but right now it's something of a hesitant agreement. Yeah, he wanted.]
Hey, uh. Can I... uh?
[One arm slides free from Fraser's waist, and yes, that is his hand drifting to the front of his partner's jeans, fingers popping the button open while his eyes meet with that hungry gaze of Benton's, a questing, curious look in his own greyblue eyes. So maybe he had just given a lecture on his general disinterest in dicks, but this was different. It was just going to be a peek. A look. Maybe a touch. And this was Fraser, not some random guy.]