[Performance anxiety might leave Ray's excitement a little uneventful, but he can certainly feel Fraser's arousal against him, even through two layers of denim. He cant blame the Mountie for it, not when he's the one rolling his hips so effectively, but this was all a true test of friendship. A true buddy is one that can trigger an arousal and still look the other in the eye the next day. Hopefully.

For now Ray doesn't have to keep eye contact, not with his head lowered and his breath huffing out warmly against Fraser's skin. This can just be their moment without all the awkwardness attached to it. Just two guys getting a bit of entertainment from the company of one another's bodies. Nothing to do with the other people in the room urging them on.

Fraser's urging something about truth and Stan, who might have not entirely been listening for a second there, merely grunts out a quiet;] I know.

[It's the Italian that gets his attention back once more, causing eyes to roll as Ray's hand slips free of Fraser's allowing himself to sit slightly more upright once again.]

You want believable? Go get some cheap $20 an hour hooker and throw in a bed with me. People might fuckin' fall for that but they ain't ever gonna believe this guy let it outta his pants. He's like a fuckin' nun, okay? No one is gonna fall for it.