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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[kickem]

[Ray's attention never drifts from Fraser, even as Lou leans forward to clip that leash on, and even as he briefly reaches towards her to take ownership of the looped leather handle and hold it loosely in his own grip, hand placing back to Fraser's shoulder seconds later. Fraser's asking for something, he can tell that from the look burning behind those wild eyes, and Ray gets it in seconds. Benton wants to speak and that's just fine. They're among friends, no issue in him speaking out of line, and so Ray dips his chin just slightly in the smallest of nods.

The words are filled with such passion that he's almost taken aback by them, his teeth gnawing down against his own bottom lip as his brows crease upwards in curiosity.

Fraser would do everything. And jesus fuck that's hot. Hot enough that Ray would quite happily jump the guy were he not attempting to be someone with a little more self-control. As it is, he has to suffer through the temptation of a keening, desperate Mountie, while he remains with a solid grip on those shoulders, allowing some movement, some shift towards him, without ever letting Fraser quite get his own way.]

Mm, yeah, always love you eager.

[He leans in just long enough to catch Fraser's mouth with his own, a few split seconds of tongue and teeth, full of promise and desire, but withdrawing again before his partner barely has time to respond. Even with the afternoon they'd both had, Ray would quite happily go at it again right here and right now. Pity.]

But Lou has a business to run. She don't need us makin' the place messy. You been good today and you look fuckin' adorable. You deserve to be treated, but save it for tonight, yeah?

[dogsled]

[ It's more than enough. Ray responds with just as much visible desire, the compliments, the adoring kiss, and Fraser knows it comes off perfectly because he's looking back into Ray's eyes himself and he can see it himself, see it smoulder with passionate promise.

He took what he was given and ducked his head appreciatively, holding onto the kiss, his eyes half closed, then exhales the rest of it away.

So good.

When he does raise his head enough to see Lou out of the corner of his eye, he sees she's grasping both her hands together in front of her, looking absolutely smitten with both of them. Or at least he thinks that's what smitten looks like. It's the way women look at him a lot, only she's quite clearly turning it on Ray just as much. That kiss--apparently nobody in Chicago could resist them snogging each other. It was like catnip for strangers. ]

Tonight. Thank you kindly.

[ Always a good line. There was something about Mountie charm that translated to this forum very well indeed.

Fraser raised his eyes the rest of the way, looking at Lou shyly. She blushed, at least, and stepped away, gathering the things they'd asked for up on the countertop. ]

Is there anything else? [ She asked. ] I'll throw in some of this, and these--

[ She was putting condoms and lube on the pile as she spoke, and then she placed her hands on the edge of the counter and gestured around the place with a tip of her head. ]

Anything?

[ Fraser glanced at Ray expectantly. Was there anything else? In this whole shop full of mysteries? So far all they'd done was fulfil Fraser's shopping list. ]

[kickem]

[The "thank you kindly" is nice. Cute even, and it gets Ray smirking lightly because he's heard that a million times before but never quite in this context. It's amazing how a polite Mountie can sound so much dirtier to Ray's ears when he knows what's behind those words. It would appear Lou's taken by it all too, judging by that doe-eyed look she's giving them both as Ray steals a quick glance.

It's nice to see strangers look like that towards Fraser now. Now, but not before. Before it only sparked annoyance and outrage from Ray with a constant, self-pitying cry of "why not me?", but he's beginning to realise that it wasn't the women he was desperately seeking attention from. Even if Fraser barely ever took up the offers of women throwing themselves at him, Ray had still been jealous, jealous for Fraser's attention, not for theirs. It makes sense. Just stupid that he hadn't realised sooner, but both he and Benton had always been stubborn individuals.]

Right. Thanks.

[Those free gifts were more than useful considering Ray's barely-there supplies of them back home. Never getting laid kind of made a guy consider condoms a waste of money, and lube was in short supply when his hand was his only source of company. Such thoughtful freebies, but it's not the freebies that he's thinking about now that he's glancing around the store.]

Uh. Y'know what? Give us a sec, ring them things through. I gotta get a proper look.

[He had, after all, been mostly averting his gaze when he'd first arrived, trying to keep himself on the task at hand, but now they'd got what they needed so where was the harm in exploring?

He gently jerks his head towards one of the cramped aisles, signalling for Fraser to follow and, in case that gesture wasn't obvious enough, giving a playful tug on the still attached leash. That collar was going to give him hours of entertainment. Might keep Fraser from running off at work too...

The aisle provides a mostly private little corner where Ray can drop his shoulders and relax for a second, leaning in close to Benton and voice kept low.]

You uh, you want anythin'? My dick's kinda suggestin' we buy out the whole store right now, heh. Pretty sure we didn't budget for that.

[dogsled]

[ If there was a moment for reflecting on his relationship with Ray, this wasn't really it, but it did occur to him that he was happy. For the first time the attention of other people wasn't sending him into a frenzy of blushes and uncertainty--he had certainty; he had Ray, and that was all he really wanted. So other people could look, it wouldn't change the fact that he was taken - quite taken - and very happy, and imminently satisfied, perhaps for the rest of his life.

He licked his lips, following Ray quietly through the shop, his eyes on his feet until Ray addressed him. He was paying a lot of attention, of course, to Ray's new confidence, to the shop, to the tug on the leash.

It's good that Ray likes the leash--he likes it too. Likes it a lot. To be fair, the leash is very much a physical representation of what binds them every day with Ray always on Fraser's heel, or Fraser on Ray's, walking elbow to elbow.

This is different, and it's better, and he's thriving on it. The collar, after all, was so beautiful, so him. Well...maybe not better. There's a part of this that isn't work, and work is its own kind of wonderful. Spending any time with Ray is wonderful.

But the question: ]

Given the savings we've made, there's a hundred and fifty seven dollars left in the hat, although come to think of it, you should save at least twenty eight for pizza. [ He bit his bottom lip, sparing a considering glance at the shelves. ] Is there anything in particular that's...sparking your imagination?