[It's almost ironic to think that this all led from some sound advice that overheating and dry sweat would become uncomfortable in their current climate. Now both of them lay drenched with the added bonus of stickiness to throw in. At least the clothing remains clean and intact.
But Ray doesn't care about any of that, doesn't care about Fraser wiping a sticky hand on his stomach or lifting it to his face. Doesn't even care that it's against his cheek and in his hair. Ray just wants Fraser, every part of him and when that hand settles beside the kiss he's happy to oblige to the silent wishes of letting it last, lapping his tongue briefly out against Fraser's lips, and scraping against them with a lethargic drag of his teeth. He mumbles something totally intelligible into the kiss, something that might not have even meant anything or something that he's not even aware he's saying.
He's definitely exhausted. It's amazing that he hasn't already fallen asleep after the long day they'd had, but as tiring as all this is Ray doesn't want to end it. There's a distant concern that he'll wake up with this as a distant dream, something that never happened. Or perhaps that somehow the morning will change it all, ruin what closeness they've shared. It's happened before; his later time with Stella full of nights of passion and mornings filled with arguments until it all eventually stopped. God, he doesn't want that, but this? This is different. Fraser's not Stella. He's so much more. This was a connection on a while new level.]
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But Ray doesn't care about any of that, doesn't care about Fraser wiping a sticky hand on his stomach or lifting it to his face. Doesn't even care that it's against his cheek and in his hair. Ray just wants Fraser, every part of him and when that hand settles beside the kiss he's happy to oblige to the silent wishes of letting it last, lapping his tongue briefly out against Fraser's lips, and scraping against them with a lethargic drag of his teeth. He mumbles something totally intelligible into the kiss, something that might not have even meant anything or something that he's not even aware he's saying.
He's definitely exhausted. It's amazing that he hasn't already fallen asleep after the long day they'd had, but as tiring as all this is Ray doesn't want to end it. There's a distant concern that he'll wake up with this as a distant dream, something that never happened. Or perhaps that somehow the morning will change it all, ruin what closeness they've shared. It's happened before; his later time with Stella full of nights of passion and mornings filled with arguments until it all eventually stopped. God, he doesn't want that, but this? This is different. Fraser's not Stella. He's so much more. This was a connection on a while new level.]