[Ray had thought the blindfold would be the solution to all his problems. He'd assumed that, somehow, the moment he slipped it on he could drift into some fantasy land where this was Stella before him and he could sail through this interaction with his childhood love. And yet right now it appeared to have the opposite effect, his mind struck with a burning curiosity of just what lay before him. He knew it was Fraser, a blindfold couldn't change that, but the fact that he wanted so urgently to see what his fingers were touching was bringing up plenty of unspoken questions. It was Fraser. That knowledge wasn't bothering him and he had to wonder why.
Despite his initial suspicions of this being an elaborate prank, Ray could admit he trusted Fraser even while he was blinded and cuffed like this. Canadians didn't lie. The Mountie would see he was safe because that's what he did, that's what they both did; they looked out for each other. This may not be a deadly gunfight or exploding cars, but it was still the two of them against the world.
Besides, it was satisfying to hear those soft noises from Benton. That barely there gasp telling Stan that he was doing something right with those trailing fingers and that maybe this is a side to Fraser he wouldn't mind seeing - or more like hearing - more of. That closeness between them has Ray huffing right back, a soft, breathy exhale as their bodies press in closer together, his hands still caught between them and keeping them distanced reluctantly. But his fingers stop their exploring the moment he feels Fraser's breath against his lips and then there's that kiss.
It's like a first kiss all over again, tentative yet eager as if Fraser's testing the water. Ray's mind had been a little more pre-occupied last time, but now he had nothing but his partner before him and the careful consideration of just what he wanted from all this. There was still that uncertainty, that hadn't changed, but this time he's more willing to at least dip his toe into this previously untouched pool. He can't be blamed if it's Fraser that initiated it. All blame would be on the Mountie and of course 'Not my fault' is exactly the sort of reassurance Ray needed for himself to finally return some affection.
He lets Fraser do much of the work to start with but eventually Ray works his mouth into the silent conversation against Benton's own lips. He feels the parting as an invitation but is slow on the uptake, his tongue barely flicking forward as if any further is somehow overstepping a boundary he's not sure of. Trying to decide what's buddies any more is proving increasingly difficult.]
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Despite his initial suspicions of this being an elaborate prank, Ray could admit he trusted Fraser even while he was blinded and cuffed like this. Canadians didn't lie. The Mountie would see he was safe because that's what he did, that's what they both did; they looked out for each other. This may not be a deadly gunfight or exploding cars, but it was still the two of them against the world.
Besides, it was satisfying to hear those soft noises from Benton. That barely there gasp telling Stan that he was doing something right with those trailing fingers and that maybe this is a side to Fraser he wouldn't mind seeing - or more like hearing - more of. That closeness between them has Ray huffing right back, a soft, breathy exhale as their bodies press in closer together, his hands still caught between them and keeping them distanced reluctantly. But his fingers stop their exploring the moment he feels Fraser's breath against his lips and then there's that kiss.
It's like a first kiss all over again, tentative yet eager as if Fraser's testing the water. Ray's mind had been a little more pre-occupied last time, but now he had nothing but his partner before him and the careful consideration of just what he wanted from all this. There was still that uncertainty, that hadn't changed, but this time he's more willing to at least dip his toe into this previously untouched pool. He can't be blamed if it's Fraser that initiated it. All blame would be on the Mountie and of course 'Not my fault' is exactly the sort of reassurance Ray needed for himself to finally return some affection.
He lets Fraser do much of the work to start with but eventually Ray works his mouth into the silent conversation against Benton's own lips. He feels the parting as an invitation but is slow on the uptake, his tongue barely flicking forward as if any further is somehow overstepping a boundary he's not sure of. Trying to decide what's buddies any more is proving increasingly difficult.]