[ He glances at Ray, and that's a mistake because he considers leaning over and kissing him right there in the bullpen, and instead he licks his lips, shakes it off with an uncharacteristic jerk of his shoulders. This was going to be hard--maybe it was a mistake. Maybe...all of this...
The problem was that Fraser loved too passionately. He loved hot and fierce and hard - overwhelmingly - to the expense of everything else around him. Ray might truly not be safe with him. When Fraser loved, the world tended to shake apart at the seams with the force of it. It might even end if they weren't careful. The apocalypse. There was going to be an apocalypse.
Fraser gave Ray one last longing look, then head for Francesca's desk in trepidation, giving her thorough instructions in an effort to somehow avoid getting the full force of her for once. As it turned out she was...unusually muted. The flirting seemed to have stopped, and she was all but giving him the cold shoulder.
So you and Ray? She asked. ]
Ray and I? [ He couldn't help but correct her. He was also pretending not to understand the question.
You and Ray. Having lunch. ]
We have lunch every day, Francesca. [ He squinted for good measure.
What's that supposed to mean, you have lunch every day? You have lunch with my brother every day? And Fraser knew she was talking about her real brother, and fucking, and he blinked frantically. Fortunately she wasn't looking at him...and probably wouldn't have read it in his face even if she had been. Wow, she actually thought... Wow. ]
Yes, Francesca. I have lunch with Ray Vecchio every day. [ He couldn't stray from obliviousness now. She stared at him for a few seconds, and then Fraser was shaking his head. ]
Good afternoon, Francesca.
[ He stepped away, and Fraser went to find Ray. It was risky, but damn if it wasn't a thrill--and Fraser stepped in front of guns and moving cars and jumped between rooftops six stories high. He was a thrill-seeker. It was worth it. Just like the thrill would be worth it to bump Ray back against the desk and kiss him. It'd be glorious.
He cut his thoughts off abruptly before they could get him into any more trouble. ]
Ray. Ray. Ray, did you speak to Diane? Can we please go, now? [ Can we please go now? He was begging. ]
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[ He glances at Ray, and that's a mistake because he considers leaning over and kissing him right there in the bullpen, and instead he licks his lips, shakes it off with an uncharacteristic jerk of his shoulders. This was going to be hard--maybe it was a mistake. Maybe...all of this...
The problem was that Fraser loved too passionately. He loved hot and fierce and hard - overwhelmingly - to the expense of everything else around him. Ray might truly not be safe with him. When Fraser loved, the world tended to shake apart at the seams with the force of it. It might even end if they weren't careful. The apocalypse. There was going to be an apocalypse.
Fraser gave Ray one last longing look, then head for Francesca's desk in trepidation, giving her thorough instructions in an effort to somehow avoid getting the full force of her for once. As it turned out she was...unusually muted. The flirting seemed to have stopped, and she was all but giving him the cold shoulder.
So you and Ray? She asked. ]
Ray and I? [ He couldn't help but correct her. He was also pretending not to understand the question.
You and Ray. Having lunch. ]
We have lunch every day, Francesca. [ He squinted for good measure.
What's that supposed to mean, you have lunch every day? You have lunch with my brother every day? And Fraser knew she was talking about her real brother, and fucking, and he blinked frantically. Fortunately she wasn't looking at him...and probably wouldn't have read it in his face even if she had been. Wow, she actually thought... Wow. ]
Yes, Francesca. I have lunch with Ray Vecchio every day. [ He couldn't stray from obliviousness now. She stared at him for a few seconds, and then Fraser was shaking his head. ]
Good afternoon, Francesca.
[ He stepped away, and Fraser went to find Ray. It was risky, but damn if it wasn't a thrill--and Fraser stepped in front of guns and moving cars and jumped between rooftops six stories high. He was a thrill-seeker. It was worth it. Just like the thrill would be worth it to bump Ray back against the desk and kiss him. It'd be glorious.
He cut his thoughts off abruptly before they could get him into any more trouble. ]
Ray. Ray. Ray, did you speak to Diane? Can we please go, now? [ Can we please go now? He was begging. ]