[ Maybe that's it. All these years of suppressing anything should it prove too flustering, are finally catching up to him. It isn't like he drops into bed at the end of the day and relieves any tension; Fraser is Constable Tension. Besides the regimented sleep pattern, Diefenbaker's company and the fact that summoning explicit images of anyone without their knowledge wouldn't fit into his rigid ethics code, Fraser is as close to being repressed as a man can come.
Which is why they're here, and when Ray's other hand settled on his jaw, he feels the anchor chain snap taught, reality at last halting his spinning away.
Stay with me. Who was giving the orders now?
Fraser was still just trying to concentrate on breathing; his intakes of breaths husky beyond his control, as they would be if he were climbing a mountain with a knife in his leg. There's no pain, though--there's just Ray. Ray craning his neck enough to brush a kiss to his lips, lathing against the copper taste of blood, soothing swollen flesh. Fraser moaned a low note, exhaled it against Ray's lips, gave back the inches so that his friend didn't have to crane so far to reach him.
And as the world began to slow back down to a workable pace, he stayed with Ray, and trusted himself to move his hand again; a slow, steady friction. ]
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Which is why they're here, and when Ray's other hand settled on his jaw, he feels the anchor chain snap taught, reality at last halting his spinning away.
Stay with me. Who was giving the orders now?
Fraser was still just trying to concentrate on breathing; his intakes of breaths husky beyond his control, as they would be if he were climbing a mountain with a knife in his leg. There's no pain, though--there's just Ray. Ray craning his neck enough to brush a kiss to his lips, lathing against the copper taste of blood, soothing swollen flesh. Fraser moaned a low note, exhaled it against Ray's lips, gave back the inches so that his friend didn't have to crane so far to reach him.
And as the world began to slow back down to a workable pace, he stayed with Ray, and trusted himself to move his hand again; a slow, steady friction. ]