[Ray hadn't been paying the slightest bit of attention to those around him, which wasn't entirely surprising really considering his usual powers of observation. He can't pick a right handed biker out of a crowd any better than any normal person could, especially not when half the crowd are clad in items that could be mistaken for biker leathers. He'd felt Fraser's attention drift though and knew what he was up to, which makes the shift for position that Ray's just previously done all the better. With Fraser's back against the bar he had more chance of looking out at the early crowd and looking out for targets. Although Ray's prime aim right now was to get those damn keys.
He hears the shuffle of money and it's the only noise that's enough to have him breaking his stare with Fraser, glancing over a shoulder to try and glimpse at how much interest they may have garnered. He hears the breath at his ear before he's spoken to, even smells the wreak of lingering smoke. The offer isn't something Ray approves of, just about to snap back his reply when he's interrupted by a tightening grip pulling him in closer. When his gaze drifts back to Fraser he sees that look, one that's so rarely used but displays a gorgeous fire within. He laughs too, a roguish curl of his upper lip to show a row of white teeth, snickering out a few sharp exhales at the display.]
He doesn't like to share either. [Ray summarises, as if that wasn't obvious enough already, still smiling as he reaches up for Fraser's hat, tugging the brim back down towards his eyes to have it settling properly on his head. They're in this together. Fraser's given enough of a reminder that he's still perfectly capable of defending himself and Ray if needed if anything goes down, and there's something extremely reassuring about it.]
Okay, you freaks, keep it comin'. Pony up all the cash and we might just come back to a place like this.
[And he offers any watchers more incentive, tilting back in towards Fraser, lips against his jaw, his neck, and then upwards towards his ear where Ray's quietly breathing out against it;] Eyes out, see if you can find the guy we need.
[Although Ray doesn't entirely make concentration easy as his lips knowingly wrap around the top of the ear, working it softly between his teeth and tongue. He keeps it up as he shifts an arm, wrapped around Fraser (the other gripping the bar behind them) upwards, fingers finding the raised, bruised skin at his upper back and trailing against them softly, barely there brushes mixed with the occasional jab of a finger against them.]
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He hears the shuffle of money and it's the only noise that's enough to have him breaking his stare with Fraser, glancing over a shoulder to try and glimpse at how much interest they may have garnered. He hears the breath at his ear before he's spoken to, even smells the wreak of lingering smoke. The offer isn't something Ray approves of, just about to snap back his reply when he's interrupted by a tightening grip pulling him in closer. When his gaze drifts back to Fraser he sees that look, one that's so rarely used but displays a gorgeous fire within. He laughs too, a roguish curl of his upper lip to show a row of white teeth, snickering out a few sharp exhales at the display.]
He doesn't like to share either. [Ray summarises, as if that wasn't obvious enough already, still smiling as he reaches up for Fraser's hat, tugging the brim back down towards his eyes to have it settling properly on his head. They're in this together. Fraser's given enough of a reminder that he's still perfectly capable of defending himself and Ray if needed if anything goes down, and there's something extremely reassuring about it.]
Okay, you freaks, keep it comin'. Pony up all the cash and we might just come back to a place like this.
[And he offers any watchers more incentive, tilting back in towards Fraser, lips against his jaw, his neck, and then upwards towards his ear where Ray's quietly breathing out against it;] Eyes out, see if you can find the guy we need.
[Although Ray doesn't entirely make concentration easy as his lips knowingly wrap around the top of the ear, working it softly between his teeth and tongue. He keeps it up as he shifts an arm, wrapped around Fraser (the other gripping the bar behind them) upwards, fingers finding the raised, bruised skin at his upper back and trailing against them softly, barely there brushes mixed with the occasional jab of a finger against them.]