[ He suddenly gets it. Gets all the odd looks, gets all the awkwardness of other people finding him in the closet or the bathroom stall with either Ray over the years, gets the fact that over time they'd come to expect it: two grown men standing in the dark together in a crowded police station. He gets why all the other times people had trapped him in such spaces felt off-key, Francesca's expectations--
He gets it.
And as always when there was something for Fraser to get, a mystery that needed solving, or his dad simply wanted to rub his nose in it, Bob Fraser was tucked into the cramped space beside him. Took you long enough, son. ]
Ah.[ Softly, a remnant of another Benton; a less knowing Benton, a less capable Benton. There was the soft huff of amused laughter breathed out through his nostrils - not even close to being a laugh - but it's something at least. Some small indicator of his frame of mind. ] All this time?
[ Talking to himself or talking to Ray it didn't matter. Fraser senior wasn't keeping his thoughts to himself. Well kiss him! What are you waiting for? Winter? You'd think I'd dropped you on your head when you were a boy. Well I mean I did, but that's neither here nor there. The yank wants you to kiss him, son.
Fraser squeezed his eyes shut briefly, as though he could banish his father's words rattling round in his head.
...built on a strong foundation... he was saying, and something about partnership, but Fraser wasn't listening any more. He reached up, smoothing his fingertips against the bristles of Ray's 48 hour stubble, letting his hand wander the contour of his partner's jaw. Only when his fingers settled on Ray's pulse, in the soft dimple between his jaw and his ear, did he press himself forward blindly into the darkness, estimating the distance fluently, closing his lips around the other man's in a languid kiss.
Because this was what closets had been for all along, and Fraser suddenly didn't care if they were found like this. He had the suspicion that such a discovery would surprise practically no-one. ]
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He gets it.
And as always when there was something for Fraser to get, a mystery that needed solving, or his dad simply wanted to rub his nose in it, Bob Fraser was tucked into the cramped space beside him. Took you long enough, son. ]
Ah.[ Softly, a remnant of another Benton; a less knowing Benton, a less capable Benton. There was the soft huff of amused laughter breathed out through his nostrils - not even close to being a laugh - but it's something at least. Some small indicator of his frame of mind. ] All this time?
[ Talking to himself or talking to Ray it didn't matter. Fraser senior wasn't keeping his thoughts to himself. Well kiss him! What are you waiting for? Winter? You'd think I'd dropped you on your head when you were a boy. Well I mean I did, but that's neither here nor there. The yank wants you to kiss him, son.
Fraser squeezed his eyes shut briefly, as though he could banish his father's words rattling round in his head.
...built on a strong foundation... he was saying, and something about partnership, but Fraser wasn't listening any more. He reached up, smoothing his fingertips against the bristles of Ray's 48 hour stubble, letting his hand wander the contour of his partner's jaw. Only when his fingers settled on Ray's pulse, in the soft dimple between his jaw and his ear, did he press himself forward blindly into the darkness, estimating the distance fluently, closing his lips around the other man's in a languid kiss.
Because this was what closets had been for all along, and Fraser suddenly didn't care if they were found like this. He had the suspicion that such a discovery would surprise practically no-one. ]