[ It was awful to watch. Ray wasn't outwardly violent, no, but the words he used, and the presence he had as he pressed closer, looming and threatening with the gun in his partner's ribs, almost close enough to kiss him but meaning to do everything but. What Ray proposed doing to him was despicable--not that it was much better what he was proposing for Ray to do to Fraser.
Still, watching Ray submit the way he did was one of the hardest things that Fraser had ever seen. Watching him peel away from the hand on his cheek like a beaten dog cowering underneath the pressure. It was almost as hard to see as Ray Vecchio becoming a monster in front of his eyes, and while he'd once loved this man like a brother, the fact was that he wasn't that man any more, and Fraser was repulsed by his touch, flinching away from it.
He couldn't look at Ray, so he looked at Stanley instead, and found that bracelet pressed firmly into his hand--an anchor point, and frankly the one part of Ray that Fraser thought that he didn't let anyone touch. It made him feel closer than ever to the man above him, which was what he needed in this moment, his breath catching as Ray obeyed his former partner's - the mobster's - instructions.
Ray's hands seemed to be steadier than Fraser expected them to be, but that wasn't a surprise. Ray had steady hands on his own weapon, and...
Fraser's breath staggered as he was exposed, half hard despite the regret and humiliation. It was still Ray that was with him, touching him, undressing him; Ray that he squeezed between his fingers, feeding each of the beads through them. ]
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Still, watching Ray submit the way he did was one of the hardest things that Fraser had ever seen. Watching him peel away from the hand on his cheek like a beaten dog cowering underneath the pressure. It was almost as hard to see as Ray Vecchio becoming a monster in front of his eyes, and while he'd once loved this man like a brother, the fact was that he wasn't that man any more, and Fraser was repulsed by his touch, flinching away from it.
He couldn't look at Ray, so he looked at Stanley instead, and found that bracelet pressed firmly into his hand--an anchor point, and frankly the one part of Ray that Fraser thought that he didn't let anyone touch. It made him feel closer than ever to the man above him, which was what he needed in this moment, his breath catching as Ray obeyed his former partner's - the mobster's - instructions.
Ray's hands seemed to be steadier than Fraser expected them to be, but that wasn't a surprise. Ray had steady hands on his own weapon, and...
Fraser's breath staggered as he was exposed, half hard despite the regret and humiliation. It was still Ray that was with him, touching him, undressing him; Ray that he squeezed between his fingers, feeding each of the beads through them. ]
I'll--take that as a compliment.