[That method was experimental on Ray's behalf, seeing just what buttons he could push while still doing as he's told. It would appear there were ways to make himself feel in control for just seconds at a time while following orders, just like in his work. This time it just meant throwing a few tempting glances and lascivious little smiles. He can work with that, and apparently it works just fine with Fraser too who certainly looks to be appreciating the show judging by the unwavering stare.
The top is tossed aside carelessly, his arms behind himself and using his elbows to prop him up just enough that when Ray leans down they're practically torso to torso. His heart thumps against the warm touch of a hand, his slim chest rising and falling under it and he briefly considers how the skin almost burns under the heat of Fraser's palm.
There's some surprise that Fraser's even able to structure proper sentences, but worse is the fact he's asking Ray to do the same. To think. Ray knows Fraser's basics, knows the file he glanced at before he met, but that seems so long ago. How Ray's meant to recall any information while laying under Fraser, let alone his own birth date, is a mystery. Oh and thanks for making decisions for him Fraser, real appreciated.]
Uh. [He stares for a moment, distracted but trying desperately to kick his brain into gear.]
Nineteen, uh. Nineteen.. sixty-- uh. [God, it's got to be around then, similar ages. He's trying desperately to recall those files.] Nineteen sixty... ?
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The top is tossed aside carelessly, his arms behind himself and using his elbows to prop him up just enough that when Ray leans down they're practically torso to torso. His heart thumps against the warm touch of a hand, his slim chest rising and falling under it and he briefly considers how the skin almost burns under the heat of Fraser's palm.
There's some surprise that Fraser's even able to structure proper sentences, but worse is the fact he's asking Ray to do the same. To think. Ray knows Fraser's basics, knows the file he glanced at before he met, but that seems so long ago. How Ray's meant to recall any information while laying under Fraser, let alone his own birth date, is a mystery. Oh and thanks for making decisions for him Fraser, real appreciated.]
Uh. [He stares for a moment, distracted but trying desperately to kick his brain into gear.]
Nineteen, uh. Nineteen.. sixty-- uh. [God, it's got to be around then, similar ages. He's trying desperately to recall those files.] Nineteen sixty... ?