[ Fraser was altogether too startled not to cooperate. This was Ray's job? How could he be so deep undercover that this would be the only way to proceed? Striking him? Whatever else this was?
He didn't resist as Ray lead him aside, but only because he had freedom to look him right in the eye as they stood facing each other, and for a second there was a flicker of his Ray there, green apology that was gone as quickly as it appeared, with not remotely enough time for Fraser to properly absorb and be comforted by it. He didn't know why Ray was undressing him, but he wasn't giving him any cues to understand either, and when he looked to his partner sitting on the bed, the subtle flicker in his expression said: just say the word, we'll fight our way out of here. Just say the word, Fraser.
But he couldn't in all consciense allow it to happen. If they did try and fight their way free, then either of the two men he cared for most in the world might die, or worse still they might actually cause harm to each other. Stanley didn't know who this man was; only Fraser knew. Only Fraser had trust enough that Ray wouldn't be doing any of this unless he had to, and he needed to reassure his partner.
He shook his head for his partner: No, and took a deep breath as Ray pushed his shirt and jacket back off his shoulders, leaving him bare chested and bare armed. ]
I don't think his predilections run that way, Ray. This is obviously some kind of set up, but I can't imagine what he means to achieve by it.
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He didn't resist as Ray lead him aside, but only because he had freedom to look him right in the eye as they stood facing each other, and for a second there was a flicker of his Ray there, green apology that was gone as quickly as it appeared, with not remotely enough time for Fraser to properly absorb and be comforted by it. He didn't know why Ray was undressing him, but he wasn't giving him any cues to understand either, and when he looked to his partner sitting on the bed, the subtle flicker in his expression said: just say the word, we'll fight our way out of here. Just say the word, Fraser.
But he couldn't in all consciense allow it to happen. If they did try and fight their way free, then either of the two men he cared for most in the world might die, or worse still they might actually cause harm to each other. Stanley didn't know who this man was; only Fraser knew. Only Fraser had trust enough that Ray wouldn't be doing any of this unless he had to, and he needed to reassure his partner.
He shook his head for his partner: No, and took a deep breath as Ray pushed his shirt and jacket back off his shoulders, leaving him bare chested and bare armed. ]
I don't think his predilections run that way, Ray. This is obviously some kind of set up, but I can't imagine what he means to achieve by it.