[Ray processes it all. The keys, the tip jar, the explanation. Even the nerdy looking gimp who offers them up their first ten bucks. Fraser turns heads wherever he goes, pretty boy that he is, it's not entirely surprising that he does the same in a place like this.
Apparently they need some sort of plan, which isn't fair at all. Fraser's the one with the plans and he's no use at all beyond the occasional light breath and shift against Ray.
Ray didn't want to share. That much was true. And he hardly felt comfortable with trying to throw Fraser to the wolves for the sake of thirty dollars. They could still have a show, he's sure of it, it just took a little voyeurism and the hope at least a few nearby patrons appreciated it.]
Okay, so you want a show. Hey, hey, freak shows, over here. [He clicks his fingers towards a couple cuddling close by who appear far more intent to watch others at it than show much affection to one another.
With a smooth hold and step around, Ray gets Benton turning with all the slickness of a dance twirl, backing him against the bar carefully and leaving him there. The cuffed arms are lifted again straight out in front, and Ray reaches for the tip jar, sliding it between Fraser's hands. A swift duck and weave has Ray under Fraser's arms and emerging between them, letting them rest at his shoulders as he leans in close.]
Relax. [An order and an assurance, wasting no time in leaning forward to claim Fraser's mouth with a firm kiss, all tongue and teeth straight off the starting line. It doesn't last long and when Ray does pull away, he's snapping his gaze towards that latex guy once again.] For another ten bucks I might even take requests. Or smack you in the teeth. Hell, for twenty I'd do both.
[Ray does his best to control the situation, to force himself upon those nearby, all chest beating bravado for the sake of cover, even when in the arms of a Mountie.]
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Apparently they need some sort of plan, which isn't fair at all. Fraser's the one with the plans and he's no use at all beyond the occasional light breath and shift against Ray.
Ray didn't want to share. That much was true. And he hardly felt comfortable with trying to throw Fraser to the wolves for the sake of thirty dollars. They could still have a show, he's sure of it, it just took a little voyeurism and the hope at least a few nearby patrons appreciated it.]
Okay, so you want a show. Hey, hey, freak shows, over here. [He clicks his fingers towards a couple cuddling close by who appear far more intent to watch others at it than show much affection to one another.
With a smooth hold and step around, Ray gets Benton turning with all the slickness of a dance twirl, backing him against the bar carefully and leaving him there. The cuffed arms are lifted again straight out in front, and Ray reaches for the tip jar, sliding it between Fraser's hands. A swift duck and weave has Ray under Fraser's arms and emerging between them, letting them rest at his shoulders as he leans in close.]
Relax. [An order and an assurance, wasting no time in leaning forward to claim Fraser's mouth with a firm kiss, all tongue and teeth straight off the starting line. It doesn't last long and when Ray does pull away, he's snapping his gaze towards that latex guy once again.] For another ten bucks I might even take requests. Or smack you in the teeth. Hell, for twenty I'd do both.
[Ray does his best to control the situation, to force himself upon those nearby, all chest beating bravado for the sake of cover, even when in the arms of a Mountie.]