Benton Fraser | Due South

[dogsled]

BENTON FRASER。

"You know, Fraser, when they offered me this assignment, they made it sound kind of normal. They say, 'Hey, Ray, here's a chance to start over, ditch the past.' 'What's the catch?' I say. 'Oh, your partner's Canadian.' Canadian? I got nothing against Canadians, except for the time when they won the World Series, which I'm willing to overlook. But at no time did they say, 'you'll be working with a Mountie who's got a wolf that's a florist'"

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[dogsled]

[ A little space; a little gap between them, that was what was needed, because then both Fraser and Ray had a chance to breathe, a chance to get the perspective on what they were doing that they both needed. For Fraser it was a chance to acknowledge that yes, Ray did want him. He wasn't breaking his gaze or seeming the least bit unwillingly, and that brought him immense comfort.

For Ray, it must have given him similar confidence. Fraser just hoped it didn't fracture, hoped he didn't get overconfident and find himself regretting it when the reality ended up being too much to handle. Like Ray had said, he wasn't in it for cocks, and like it or not that was what Fraser had. No pretty feminine curves - although there was something undeniably feminine to his face that he'd taken advantage of before - no feminine parts. Make or break.

Honestly, he'd expected hands on his chest first, something experimental, fingers in his hair--he wasn't sure. Instead Ray's arm dropped back, one hand questing down the front of his jeans, plucking open the button. He exhaled a little harder, but he didn't break Ray's gaze to look down, at least not at first.

The thing was that as much as he was afraid of what might happen if he unsettled Ray, he was as much anticipating, wanting. He wanted to be looked at, wanted to be touched, and he couldn't really fight down that desire. Certainly if they were going to go further, they had to get past this stage first. He licked his lips in earnest, his mouth wet and his lips decidedly dry, shifting his hips forward, watching Ray--watching Ray's hand. ]

Do it.

[ And if he sounded the least bit desperate it was because he was. Aching, but also needing to establish their boundaries. He needed to know one way or the other whether this would be too much, and with every second that passed the question just resounded--could Ray do this? If he couldn't do it now would he ever be able to? Could he - would he - touch him, the way Fraser desperately needed to--wanted to be touched.

He tried to resist the urge to press up into that hand again, since the first time when the instinct had caught him off guard. He didn't want to frighten him, had to hold on. He held his breath; kept holding it. ]

Do it [ Whispered. ] Please.

[kickem]

[Experimental touches should have been the next logical step. But logical and Ray never really got on anyway.

He'd touched Fraser a million times before, a friendship that had stood the test of a hundred different life threatening moments that had only brought them closer each time. There'd been plenty of touching in the last few years, of buddy embraces and helping hands and huddling close for warmth. Canada had practically been nothing but close contact, where they spent months on end barely ever apart, and Ray learnt not to give the slightest of shits at whatever Fraser had to throw at him. Get naked and roll around in the snow? Sure, sounds totally fucking logical. Strip off for hot springs and those weird ass sauna huts? Whatever, might as well. Cuddle up close for body warmth? Well, it sure is cold enough not to argue with that one. And so on it went.

So Ray had seen it all, done it all. Well, almost all of it. He'd seen Fraser with his clothes off enough times now to know what to expect, and there's an unconscious knowledge of every inch of skin that he's seen. There's more than enough times that he's touched it too. Maybe not bare skin, not often, but damn he's had his hands on far too many bits of Fraser over the years, and now he's got lips to add to the list.

Dick is the next step. It has to be. He's touched and seen almost everything else, even if it'd all been strictly platonic at the time (at least he assumes it had been). Sure, he's seen it before, but it's not like he's ever stared. That's not buddies. Buddies don't take long, considering looks at each other's dicks, they just accept that it exists and it's there and that they're both naked and they get on with life. They certainly don't touch each other's dicks, not unless there's some totally life threatening reason where dicks must be touched, but that's some rule in the buddy code, Ray's sure of it.]

Y'know this is like a one way ticket to uh. To some place that's not buddies. A dick is a dick though, right?

[A reminder to himself just as much as it is to Fraser. But Fraser's already approved it, and Ray's already thought about it too much to back out now. If he backs out now he's always going to be wondering 'what if', and thinking about a guys dick forever more is probably much worse than actually going for it.

And so he goes for it, peering down between them as thumbs down the zipper and tugs at the jeans to give them both a little more working room and then, after the briefest pause for thought, tugs at those boxers too. Best to get the guy fully out of the house rather than peeking through a God damn window. And yes, Ray's looking, because he's been allowed to look.]

Heh, there he is.

[Dicks are a very mature subject for a guy like Ray.]

[dogsled]

[ There is a great deal of difference between this and well...and anything they'd done so far. Rubbing up against each other had been a stage. Shoving each other's tongues down each other's throats had been up there on the scale of challenge too. And then there was the peck on the lips Fraser had given Ray down in the ballroom, much to everyone's chagrin and some horror.

But exposing himself to him, and in particular being exposed by Ray himself, like his partner was opening him like a Christmas gift. That took a certain amount of restraint, and it was a challenge that Fraser hadn't realised would make such an impact on him when it came. It seemed like such an unremarkable thing, after all it was absolutely necessary if the two of them were going to explore any kind of sexuality in this situation--which was the plan, at least in Fraser's mind. But actually doing it...

Ray hadn't even helped him in and out of his clothes when he was running a fever, and though they'd been naked in front of each other - even with each other - before, in relieved moments where they'd found a hot spring or quick rolls in the snow, there was an unspoken rule of not looking (that Fraser had none the less broken on one or two occasions, to be fair) that held to this moment.

So he was remarkably tense as he waited, his right arm uncoiling from Ray to make space between them. He looked down into the gap, trying to keep his breathing steady as Ray's thumb worked the zipper down, and then he was rolling his hips, helping dislodge the jeans slightly, boxers slipping down his hips, his half hard erection springing free with a certainty that made Fraser hiss, turning his head into Ray's neck.

He flushed at his partner's words, ducked his forehead against Ray's throat. ]

God--I mean. I mean--that's very good, Ray. [ He shivered, licked his lips and panted into the hot gap between his own neck and Ray's collarbone. ] See...do you see anything you like?

[kickem]

[This wasn't so bad. He could do this. There was no awkwardness or anxiety behind the touches, no concerns about trying to impress or be someone he's not. Fraser already knew who Ray was and had no expectations of what he should and shouldn't be doing. They could be comfortable around one another and that meant far more to Ray than tits or good looking women.

If adjusting to dick was one of the only compromises he had to make, then things might not be so bad after all. Especially not if the mere act of exposing Fraser is enough to have him panting and stuttering over his words.

Ray can't help the low chuckle that he exhales out against Benton's ear, nuzzling in against his head to try and keep his viewing window clear. There's something about those words coming from his partner that entertains, the idea of dirty talk sounding just a little surreal coming from Fraser's lips and yet somehow that makes it all the more appealing. It's unheard of, not something anyone but him gets to hear, and that makes it damn special. Yes, he sees something he very much likes, but he saw that long before the pants came off.]

Yeah. Yeah, I can get with this.

[His hand hesitates nearby, resting at the top of Fraser's thigh as his thumb circles right near the base of that half-hard erection.]

So uh, you get this guy out much? I mean, no offence Fraze, but I'm havin' a hard time imaginin' you spankin' one out every night at the consulate.

[Because it's a totally appropriate conversation that needs to be discussed, and Ray can ask these sort of questions kthx.]