[Ray was just as grateful for the beer when it came, dragging it towards him with a trail of foamy head spilling out over the wooden surface. Some breakfast this was, he thought, but he'd consider it a treat for all that they'd achieved so far. Because they had achieved something, he could sense that much. Already they were more accepted, considered legitimate by almost all standards, and for a place like this, attitude and appearance meant everything.
He manages half of the glass in one go, thirstier than he'd originally thought for after a night of moans and panting and his mouth on everything. There's even a satisfied smack of his lips as Fraser moves to drape himself over Ray, accepted but barely reciprocated beyond a hummed exhale against Fraser's neck.
As Fraser withdrew, Ray let him, apparently unconcerned with the wandering that was to take place, merely smirking at the hat placement. He watched Fraser, of course, sipping at his beer, half perched on a bar stool as his eyes followed the path alongside the bar and towards the male just ahead. Something triggers in Ray's mind almost in time with the sudden movement of the two, and he's on his feet in a split second, jacket falling to the floor and hat tossed onto the bar side.]
Hey! Hey! [But he doesn't move forward, that 'stay back' enough to warrant listening to, along with the crowds sudden stillness. It takes every single ounce of self-discipline in him (which is very little) not to reach for his gun the second the action kicked in, his hands balling into fists beside him instead, shoulders hunching and neck dipping slightly as if he's ready to fight at any moment.
But Fraser doesn't fight back, doesn't even move, something he could have done as retaliation long ago, especially without the threat of weapons. There's a reason behind his submissiveness, and a reason for him casually picking out this man, and Ray plays along with it enough to do nothing for now beyond displaying a bristling aggressiveness, only subdued thanks to the elbow at his partners throat.
When he's addressed he reluctantly obeys, moving forward slowly with a snarling sort of resistance.]
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He manages half of the glass in one go, thirstier than he'd originally thought for after a night of moans and panting and his mouth on everything. There's even a satisfied smack of his lips as Fraser moves to drape himself over Ray, accepted but barely reciprocated beyond a hummed exhale against Fraser's neck.
As Fraser withdrew, Ray let him, apparently unconcerned with the wandering that was to take place, merely smirking at the hat placement. He watched Fraser, of course, sipping at his beer, half perched on a bar stool as his eyes followed the path alongside the bar and towards the male just ahead. Something triggers in Ray's mind almost in time with the sudden movement of the two, and he's on his feet in a split second, jacket falling to the floor and hat tossed onto the bar side.]
Hey! Hey! [But he doesn't move forward, that 'stay back' enough to warrant listening to, along with the crowds sudden stillness. It takes every single ounce of self-discipline in him (which is very little) not to reach for his gun the second the action kicked in, his hands balling into fists beside him instead, shoulders hunching and neck dipping slightly as if he's ready to fight at any moment.
But Fraser doesn't fight back, doesn't even move, something he could have done as retaliation long ago, especially without the threat of weapons. There's a reason behind his submissiveness, and a reason for him casually picking out this man, and Ray plays along with it enough to do nothing for now beyond displaying a bristling aggressiveness, only subdued thanks to the elbow at his partners throat.
When he's addressed he reluctantly obeys, moving forward slowly with a snarling sort of resistance.]
Yeah. Yeah, I am. What of it?