[Experimental touches should have been the next logical step. But logical and Ray never really got on anyway.
He'd touched Fraser a million times before, a friendship that had stood the test of a hundred different life threatening moments that had only brought them closer each time. There'd been plenty of touching in the last few years, of buddy embraces and helping hands and huddling close for warmth. Canada had practically been nothing but close contact, where they spent months on end barely ever apart, and Ray learnt not to give the slightest of shits at whatever Fraser had to throw at him. Get naked and roll around in the snow? Sure, sounds totally fucking logical. Strip off for hot springs and those weird ass sauna huts? Whatever, might as well. Cuddle up close for body warmth? Well, it sure is cold enough not to argue with that one. And so on it went.
So Ray had seen it all, done it all. Well, almost all of it. He'd seen Fraser with his clothes off enough times now to know what to expect, and there's an unconscious knowledge of every inch of skin that he's seen. There's more than enough times that he's touched it too. Maybe not bare skin, not often, but damn he's had his hands on far too many bits of Fraser over the years, and now he's got lips to add to the list.
Dick is the next step. It has to be. He's touched and seen almost everything else, even if it'd all been strictly platonic at the time (at least he assumes it had been). Sure, he's seen it before, but it's not like he's ever stared. That's not buddies. Buddies don't take long, considering looks at each other's dicks, they just accept that it exists and it's there and that they're both naked and they get on with life. They certainly don't touch each other's dicks, not unless there's some totally life threatening reason where dicks must be touched, but that's some rule in the buddy code, Ray's sure of it.]
Y'know this is like a one way ticket to uh. To some place that's not buddies. A dick is a dick though, right?
[A reminder to himself just as much as it is to Fraser. But Fraser's already approved it, and Ray's already thought about it too much to back out now. If he backs out now he's always going to be wondering 'what if', and thinking about a guys dick forever more is probably much worse than actually going for it.
And so he goes for it, peering down between them as thumbs down the zipper and tugs at the jeans to give them both a little more working room and then, after the briefest pause for thought, tugs at those boxers too. Best to get the guy fully out of the house rather than peeking through a God damn window. And yes, Ray's looking, because he's been allowed to look.]
Heh, there he is.
[Dicks are a very mature subject for a guy like Ray.]
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He'd touched Fraser a million times before, a friendship that had stood the test of a hundred different life threatening moments that had only brought them closer each time. There'd been plenty of touching in the last few years, of buddy embraces and helping hands and huddling close for warmth. Canada had practically been nothing but close contact, where they spent months on end barely ever apart, and Ray learnt not to give the slightest of shits at whatever Fraser had to throw at him. Get naked and roll around in the snow? Sure, sounds totally fucking logical. Strip off for hot springs and those weird ass sauna huts? Whatever, might as well. Cuddle up close for body warmth? Well, it sure is cold enough not to argue with that one. And so on it went.
So Ray had seen it all, done it all. Well, almost all of it. He'd seen Fraser with his clothes off enough times now to know what to expect, and there's an unconscious knowledge of every inch of skin that he's seen. There's more than enough times that he's touched it too. Maybe not bare skin, not often, but damn he's had his hands on far too many bits of Fraser over the years, and now he's got lips to add to the list.
Dick is the next step. It has to be. He's touched and seen almost everything else, even if it'd all been strictly platonic at the time (at least he assumes it had been). Sure, he's seen it before, but it's not like he's ever stared. That's not buddies. Buddies don't take long, considering looks at each other's dicks, they just accept that it exists and it's there and that they're both naked and they get on with life. They certainly don't touch each other's dicks, not unless there's some totally life threatening reason where dicks must be touched, but that's some rule in the buddy code, Ray's sure of it.]
Y'know this is like a one way ticket to uh. To some place that's not buddies. A dick is a dick though, right?
[A reminder to himself just as much as it is to Fraser. But Fraser's already approved it, and Ray's already thought about it too much to back out now. If he backs out now he's always going to be wondering 'what if', and thinking about a guys dick forever more is probably much worse than actually going for it.
And so he goes for it, peering down between them as thumbs down the zipper and tugs at the jeans to give them both a little more working room and then, after the briefest pause for thought, tugs at those boxers too. Best to get the guy fully out of the house rather than peeking through a God damn window. And yes, Ray's looking, because he's been allowed to look.]
Heh, there he is.
[Dicks are a very mature subject for a guy like Ray.]