[ If he had the wherewithal to do so, Benton might have marveled over his own fondness for Ray, the fact that his friend's frenetic energy was even now not a burden but a benefit. A turn on, if he were to be crass about it. There was no slowing him down, and Fraser had no intention of trying, a soft whisper of a laugh panted into Ray's hair.
Instead his hands sought out the back of Ray's, and a moment later he was ducking down until his forehead brushed against his partner's elbow, kicking his way to freedom. Outside the wind howled a challenge, but for once Fraser ignored the weather, ignored everything but what he was doing--which was, while he was already in a more pragmatic position, helping to divest Ray of his own underwear. His nails scraping against Ray's bared hip bones and the long stretch of thighs that followed was even intentional, as was the blunt-toothed bite he left on naked skin as he moved back up again. Close. Close enough to feel the heat against his chest but not close enough to touch. ]
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Instead his hands sought out the back of Ray's, and a moment later he was ducking down until his forehead brushed against his partner's elbow, kicking his way to freedom. Outside the wind howled a challenge, but for once Fraser ignored the weather, ignored everything but what he was doing--which was, while he was already in a more pragmatic position, helping to divest Ray of his own underwear. His nails scraping against Ray's bared hip bones and the long stretch of thighs that followed was even intentional, as was the blunt-toothed bite he left on naked skin as he moved back up again. Close. Close enough to feel the heat against his chest but not close enough to touch. ]
Now, Ray?