[Ray didn't mind the silence. It wasn't unusual for either of them to let it stretch out without any awkwardness.
The Pontiac was all the noise Ray needed, glad to hear the growl of a well running engine that his dad had taught him to listen for so long ago, and still a talking point they use as a form of bonding even to this day. It's why he rarely listened to the radio, preferring the music his perfectly cared for vehicle already provided.
It was tough to focus on the sound right now though, not when the blood was pumping through his body so harshly that he could hear the heavy thump of his own heartbeat ringing in his ears. The leg not glued to the accelerator jittered just slightly, wiggling out a vague, speedy rhythm, like he'd rather be out running, or anything other than sitting in the car he usually loved to drive. It's not that he didn't want to be there, it's just that no matter the speed, it felt like they were moving to slow, like his apartment couldn't come quick enough.
The anticipation filled him with an anxious energy, one that has him nearly jumping through the solid roof of the car the second he feels fingers at his thigh. But he keeps the car straight, impressively so considering his head jerks so sharply towards the passenger that the car should be veering off in the same direction. He holds the stare for a moment, taking in that look from Fraser. The look that makes Ray seriously consider pulling over right where they are and trying to fuck the Mountie senseless, parked in the middle of Chicago. He wouldn't even care who saw.
But he tries his best to be a good driver. Tries so hard to keep the GTO steady and his eyes back on the road, even as Fraser talks about something that really shouldn't get Ray as eager as it does. And if he wasn't eager before, he certainly is by the time that palm kneads downwards, Ray's leg suddenly shooting out towards the brake so hard that he almost headbutts the steering wheel. It's a miracle there was no one behind them, although there soon will be considering Ray just leaves them in the middle of the road as he turns towards the Mountie.]
Fraser! Swear to God, you keep that up and I'll be creamin' my cob. Don't make me pull into the nearest alley, cause I will.
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The Pontiac was all the noise Ray needed, glad to hear the growl of a well running engine that his dad had taught him to listen for so long ago, and still a talking point they use as a form of bonding even to this day. It's why he rarely listened to the radio, preferring the music his perfectly cared for vehicle already provided.
It was tough to focus on the sound right now though, not when the blood was pumping through his body so harshly that he could hear the heavy thump of his own heartbeat ringing in his ears. The leg not glued to the accelerator jittered just slightly, wiggling out a vague, speedy rhythm, like he'd rather be out running, or anything other than sitting in the car he usually loved to drive. It's not that he didn't want to be there, it's just that no matter the speed, it felt like they were moving to slow, like his apartment couldn't come quick enough.
The anticipation filled him with an anxious energy, one that has him nearly jumping through the solid roof of the car the second he feels fingers at his thigh. But he keeps the car straight, impressively so considering his head jerks so sharply towards the passenger that the car should be veering off in the same direction. He holds the stare for a moment, taking in that look from Fraser. The look that makes Ray seriously consider pulling over right where they are and trying to fuck the Mountie senseless, parked in the middle of Chicago. He wouldn't even care who saw.
But he tries his best to be a good driver. Tries so hard to keep the GTO steady and his eyes back on the road, even as Fraser talks about something that really shouldn't get Ray as eager as it does. And if he wasn't eager before, he certainly is by the time that palm kneads downwards, Ray's leg suddenly shooting out towards the brake so hard that he almost headbutts the steering wheel. It's a miracle there was no one behind them, although there soon will be considering Ray just leaves them in the middle of the road as he turns towards the Mountie.]
Fraser! Swear to God, you keep that up and I'll be creamin' my cob. Don't make me pull into the nearest alley, cause I will.