[ He stays dead quiet, obedient, and sees where it leads him, and while it takes Ray just a moment too long to get it he does eventually, rallying to his own flag. After that it's time to see whether Ray getting it leads to him actually fulfilling their respective roles. Burying his own apprehension - he's let so many strangers touch him while he's playing statue that a friend touching him is nothing - Fraser submits, letting Ray come closer, reading his partner's own nerves in the angle of his body and the uncertainty of his touch against the ragged scar on his clavicle.
And then at once Ray is pulling back like the contact burned him. Pulling back, but not pulling away.
A long pause, deliberate eye contact, and now it's Fraser's turn. Fortunately he's only been given one order. Nobody told him to stand still and do nothing - that's not his job here - and when Ray seems like he's ready to bolt after all, Fraser only fills the space with quiet confidence, raising his hand to Ray's jaw and closing the distance between them to brush the sweetest of lingering kisses against his mouth. At least for that Fraser's eyes close. He'd count to three before he withdrew. Three seemed like a good, fair number. ]
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And then at once Ray is pulling back like the contact burned him. Pulling back, but not pulling away.
A long pause, deliberate eye contact, and now it's Fraser's turn. Fortunately he's only been given one order. Nobody told him to stand still and do nothing - that's not his job here - and when Ray seems like he's ready to bolt after all, Fraser only fills the space with quiet confidence, raising his hand to Ray's jaw and closing the distance between them to brush the sweetest of lingering kisses against his mouth. At least for that Fraser's eyes close. He'd count to three before he withdrew. Three seemed like a good, fair number. ]