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]

[ 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.]