[ Fraser should have been warned. Someone should have warned him that Americans could do this very well. In the Yukon, getting in and out of clothes was all about haste and practicality. Stopping to actually absorb the show didn't occur to people when it was ten degrees below. Ray, on the other hand--Ray knew what he was doing, and Fraser was by no means ready for what the demonstration would do to him.
It was true. If they did this in the club and somehow Ray was able to be submissive in a public venue, Fraser would ruin the whole thing in short shrift, either by being too conservative or else melting under the power of a single lascivious look.
Or in this case a grin.
Maybe it was because Ray had caught him looking. From the start he hadn't been able to take his eyes off him, and even though at one point he deftly reached out to push Ray's gunbelt - and his own, similarly discarded - into the top drawer of his desk, Fraser hadn't so much as glanced down to do it. His cheeks were flushed, lips already bruising from the kiss, slightly parted, and as Ray's hands flattened against his abs it took everything in his power not to reach out. The cocky smile was his final breaking point. Instinctively Fraser laid his hand in the very center of Ray's bare chest, as though he could somehow hold the effect Ray was having on him down.
It didn't work. The bare skin under his hand was hot, and Fraser's hand crept higher, and a moment later he was leaning over him again, skin almost touching skin, his face tilted back slightly away from Ray's. It was fortunate he'd come up with this part ten minutes before. Without his predisposition to plan in advance, Fraser would be speechless now, and Ray and his mischievous grin would have won. ]
We're going to play a game, Ray. [ His hand moved back down again. Fraser was almost close enough to kiss him. Almost. ] The rules are very simple. I ask you a trivia question about myself, and for every right answer you give me--well, you'll see. Do you want to play? Of course you do.
[ It wasn't as though Ray had a choice. That was Fraser's call to make. ]
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It was true. If they did this in the club and somehow Ray was able to be submissive in a public venue, Fraser would ruin the whole thing in short shrift, either by being too conservative or else melting under the power of a single lascivious look.
Or in this case a grin.
Maybe it was because Ray had caught him looking. From the start he hadn't been able to take his eyes off him, and even though at one point he deftly reached out to push Ray's gunbelt - and his own, similarly discarded - into the top drawer of his desk, Fraser hadn't so much as glanced down to do it. His cheeks were flushed, lips already bruising from the kiss, slightly parted, and as Ray's hands flattened against his abs it took everything in his power not to reach out. The cocky smile was his final breaking point. Instinctively Fraser laid his hand in the very center of Ray's bare chest, as though he could somehow hold the effect Ray was having on him down.
It didn't work. The bare skin under his hand was hot, and Fraser's hand crept higher, and a moment later he was leaning over him again, skin almost touching skin, his face tilted back slightly away from Ray's. It was fortunate he'd come up with this part ten minutes before. Without his predisposition to plan in advance, Fraser would be speechless now, and Ray and his mischievous grin would have won. ]
We're going to play a game, Ray. [ His hand moved back down again. Fraser was almost close enough to kiss him. Almost. ] The rules are very simple. I ask you a trivia question about myself, and for every right answer you give me--well, you'll see. Do you want to play? Of course you do.
[ It wasn't as though Ray had a choice. That was Fraser's call to make. ]
The first one is easy. What year was I born?