[ Trying to think straight is how Fraser gets out of most situations like this, and in this one all he wants is a little bit of rudimentary control, the chance to do something before his bones turn to slush from the efforts of the volcanic hot blood in his veins melting the rest of him away.
That isn't to say that Fraser intends to play fair, and as soon as Ray begins to try to speak, Fraser lowers himself several inches, pressing a kiss to the center of Ray's chest, just above his fingers. He lays his cheek down, dragging it over to the left. Nineteen sixty, Ray says. Good start. He's almost there.
And surely this one is plenty simple. Surely Ray remembers when he was born. After all it isn't much to ask that his closet friend actually remembered any of the things Fraser told him, right? Really, Kowalski! You had one job!
But Fraser waits, and nothing materialises, and his eyes flick briefly up toward his partner's again. Well okay then. If he's disappointed, Fraser doesn't show it; instead he keeps on. His mouth smooths kisses against Ray's right pectoral - Fraser's left - and his tongue lathes across Ray's nipple, no hesitation at all as hit mouth closes over it.
No hesitation when he bites, just hard enough to cause pain. ]
Sixty-two. [ And because it wasn't easy enough, apparently-- ] What's my father's name, Ray?
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That isn't to say that Fraser intends to play fair, and as soon as Ray begins to try to speak, Fraser lowers himself several inches, pressing a kiss to the center of Ray's chest, just above his fingers. He lays his cheek down, dragging it over to the left. Nineteen sixty, Ray says. Good start. He's almost there.
And surely this one is plenty simple. Surely Ray remembers when he was born. After all it isn't much to ask that his closet friend actually remembered any of the things Fraser told him, right? Really, Kowalski! You had one job!
But Fraser waits, and nothing materialises, and his eyes flick briefly up toward his partner's again. Well okay then. If he's disappointed, Fraser doesn't show it; instead he keeps on. His mouth smooths kisses against Ray's right pectoral - Fraser's left - and his tongue lathes across Ray's nipple, no hesitation at all as hit mouth closes over it.
No hesitation when he bites, just hard enough to cause pain. ]
Sixty-two. [ And because it wasn't easy enough, apparently-- ] What's my father's name, Ray?