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Benton Fraser | Due South

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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[Any doubts Ray had about Fraser's genuineness of all this are gradually melting away as those fingers start to drift, providing a far too brief brush against the covered zipper of his jeans. The touch following it isn't anything to frown about though, outdoor-worn hands touching against sensitive skin and causing his breath to hitch just briefly at the tickle of cold fingers against burning warm stomach.

For a second his breath is steady, listening quietly, but all at once he's huffing out a short lived and quiet exhale of a laugh that couldn't be restrained. All while staring down at the head on his knee with a clear shine to his eyes.]

Fraser, you can't expect me to take this seriously if you're gonna throw words like that around.

[So maybe this wasn't so serious after all. Fraser might just have some seriously odd methods of cheering Ray up, and damn, that single word had certainly done it.]

Dominant. Heh. I'll believe that when I see it.

[ That's such a beautiful reaction, such a lovely sound, that for a moment it takes Fraser's breath away and he can't do anything else but marvel at the warmth of Ray underneath him. It's...what he'd hoped for, really, the plan he'd begun to make after realizing that his Ray Vecchio really wasn't about to walk around the corner and reveal that this was just some over the top trick to get a laugh at Fraser's expense. The real Ray Vecchio was gone, but this one... Ray Kowalski promised to be a fine canvas all on his own.

And then he blew out a huffing laugh and Fraser had to do his best not to look immediately insulted by it. It was... Well, it was something to see. Ray had laughed at him before, but this was a genuinely disarmed sort of laugh, as some of the confusion was dismissed as irrelevant. Ray was settling into the idea of this, even if he disbelieved the mode of delivery.

Fraser drew his head up off Ray's thigh, letting his right hand slip across underneath Ray's shirt to his hip while the other hand settled firmly on Ray's right thigh, supporting his weight. Then he leant forward, predatory, and caught the edge of Ray's shirt in his blunt teeth, still staring up at him as though to say 'Challenge accepted'. He tugged the shirt back toward him, then higher, snagging it across the top of Ray's waistband. Then his mouth moved to the button of Ray's fly, Fraser's brow knotting in concentration and his eyes dropping away. Buttons were tricky, but his tongue was superhuman, not much unlike the rest of him, and a moment later he was down on the zip, catching it with his teeth and tugging it down slowly.

He eased back, but not before breathing hot into the exposed slither of space. ]

Take off your shirt.

[So maybe Fraser does know what he's doing because the second Ray's done talking there's that look. It's not a look Ray's actually all that familiar with when it comes to his partner in this kind of scenario, but it's a look he's seen before; a clear acceptance of a dare. Fraser looked like he was perfectly happy to prove Ray wrong, and right now it's hard to tell whether that's a good or a bad thing.

Had to be good, right? What bad can come of Fraser trying to prove himself right in a scenario like this? Sure there might be a bit of Mountie smugness to contend with, but Ray was used to that and if Benton was really that intent on trying to play alpha (play only, because obviously he wasn't in the real world) then Ray wasn't one to stop him.

That mouth is entirely too distracting to really oppose anyway. Ray supposes he shouldn't be surprised at how deftly it works at the button of his jeans, but he's impressed never the less because those are hard enough to do with his hands. God damn that tongue, Fraser always had been far too good with it and now Stan couldn't take his eyes away. This was much better than licking various things off the floor. Much, much better.

And then Fraser was at his zip and tugging with ease, warm breath gusting against him, starkly contrasting the cool air seeping through and just maybe Ray's barely bothered breathing but it's hard to think of something like that when his brain is far too busy considering that how good that mouth might be. He's even hanging off those words as they arrive, hesitating only briefly as he tries to process what's being said.

Just for a second he wonders if that's part of it. It's a request, right? Getting him to do something for Fraser. But it's only a shirt, and he's taken his shirt off in front of Fraser a million times before, and besides it's suddenly getting a lot hotter in the room...

The shirt comes off without ceremony, tugged hurriedly over his head and tossed aside without care.]

You know what you're doin', huh?

[Quietly spoken, rhetorical because it's obvious Fraser does know what he's doing.]

[ Ray couldn't have expected this when he walked into his home and shut the door, imagining that he would be alone. He might not have considered it even in the five minutes after that, before Fraser had made his intentions clear, but here he was stripping for action absolutely without hesitation, hot and bothered already--aroused.

Or well...getting there. Fraser was very happy with the progress he was making in that respect.

Ray's reactions were all worth it. The way he held his breath as Fraser loosened his fly, the timbre of his voice when he actually dared to speak, the way his skin seemed to glow. This was really what he'd been hoping for. He leant back to take in the full depraved effect, Ray watching him with lusty, tired eyes, his shirt off and his fly undone, lit by the low glow of his indoor lighting. It really didn't take much.

He couldn't help the hunger reflected in his own gaze, his expression open, his lips slightly parted and very dry. Fraser ducked lower, brushing a kiss against Ray's thigh, then another, kissing back toward his knee. ]

Mmm.

[ Rhetorical, yes. But since Ray doesn't seem to expect an answer, Fraser just mms against his thigh and drops the rest of the way back. His hands fell away, dropping to Ray's feet to tug off his best dancing shoes, dropping them aside. He wrapped both hands around Ray's left foot, sliding one higher, up his ankle, bending his leg at the knee until the heel rest against the edge of the couch. ]

The first few times, Ray let me blindfold him. I think it let him pretend that I was someone else. Would you like that?

[There was no denying that all of this was exciting him. Uncertainty or not, there was still that appeal of this being something just a little naughty, like they weren't meant to be doing it. Why Ray thought they shouldn't be is something that he still had to consider at a later date, but right now he'd settled for the fact that this felt wrong, but in a good way. How can it not be good when he's sitting there topless and flies undone and a mouth far too close to his dick? Surely that's how he'd like to spend most nights if he could.

Fraser does withdraw though, staring as though he's taking it all in, and maybe Ray should feel a little exposed but with that look of hunger directed at him, it was hard to feel any true embarrassment or awkwardness for what he looked like. Fuck it, Fraser had seen Ray at his best and worse, this can't be all that bad.]

I uh. Yeah. Maybe. I mean, that uh, that might help, I guess.

[There's still that level of uncertainty, even with him sat how he is with Fraser gradually undressing and arranging him. This is entirely new to him, unexpected and still just a little too surreal. It could still all be some elaborate joke...]

But you do anythin' funky when I'm not lookin' and I swear I'll kick you right in the head. I got a good angle on you.

[ Wrong but in a good way was good enough for Fraser. He licked his dry lips as he watched Ray struggle with his sensibilities to find an appropriate answer, and when his partner did say 'yeah, maybe', Fraser was already ahead of him, slipping his hands away from Ray's leg and reaching back into his own jean pocket to slip out the slither of black silk that he'd brought with him. He hadn't come with much in his pockets: a lock pick, a pair of handcuffs--and even those were superfluous when Ray had his own.

He'd get to that point sooner or later. ]

You don't have to kick me, Ray. You can ask me to stop any time you like. Don't hesitate. I won't mind.

[ Fraser peeled down Ray's sock, brushed a kiss against the top of Ray's foot, and then pulled himself up onto the couch, straddling across Ray's other leg so that the top of his knee just brushed against his groin. He knelt upright - which gave him some height looming over Ray - and then brought his hands first to Ray's shoulders, then around behind him.

As the silk slithered deliberately across Ray's eyes, Fraser bent his back, dipped lower, until they were almost nose to nose, and caught Ray's lips with his own. Ray might not want to kiss him, and while he did consider that possible, he didn't want to go without ever kissing him. Those inviting, perfect lips--that mouth, and that grin. A kiss was just a kiss, wasn't it? And with the blindfold on, Ray might not be thinking of what his lips felt like every time he looked at Fraser at work... Or that was the idea. ]

[Ray wasn't entirely sure what he was expecting from the agreement to blindfolds. Sure, it'd probably mean getting blindfolded, that was obvious, but it still left a little too much hanging in the air for him to entirely settle. Not that being truly settled was a normal thing for him, and for the moment he was still vibrating with that usual energy, tinged with uncertainty and excitement because this might be weird but at least it's something new.

He kept his gaze on Fraser as a kiss was brushed at his foot and then drew upwards, a knee placed dangerously close to his crotch as his leg was straddled. Somehow Ray still couldn't keep his attention away, like he was sure that if he looked elsewhere this would all disappear. It couldn't possibly be real and yet he found himself hoping that it was. Maybe he was kind of into this, into Fraser, more than he'd thought for, and that'd be... pretty gay.

With his eyes flicked upwards towards the looming figure of his partner, everything finally goes black, the smooth brush of silk against his face as the blindfold was placed. For a second he feels his heart jump into his throat with the panic of a lost sense and there's a niggling voice in the back of his head suggesting this was a really dumb idea. Anything could happen without his sight. There's no way he can keep alert and catch things before they happen.

He winds himself up with his own thoughts, all worries building up in is mind within seconds. But then there's a distraction that freezes his mind totally. A brush of lips against his that surely shouldn't be as inviting as they felt. Even as Fraser draws away, Ray's mouth still works for a moment more, trying to form some sort of explanation or sense into it all.]

Uh.

[It's a start, but sounds more like a soft sigh escaping his lips.]

I dunno if this is uh. If it's a great idea.

[ Fraser is drawn in by Ray's attention, and the sense that Ray's afraid that he might disappear gets across just perfectly, making it clear that Fraser isn't the only one who wants this--even if Ray isn't entirely aware why or how much he feels the same way. Ray wanted it, and Fraser wanted to make him feel comfortable enough to allow it.

He kissed him very gently, but without hesitation, sighed against Ray's mouth, let his lower lip catch against Ray's lower lip as he retreated. There was the briefest lash of tongue, but in general he didn't dare to commit too much to it.

Ray sighed, and seemed uncertain, and Fraser pulled the blindfold very gently together and knotted it so that his hands were free, brought his hands to the back of Ray's neck, stroked them lower, kneading into his shoulders, soothing as he exhaled against his mouth. ]

Shh.

[ His hands came forward again, and then Fraser dropped them down Ray's chest, palms flat, sliding gently down, lower-lower-lower, resting across his pectorals. His breath gusted against Ray's mouth, and then he leant down, and forward, caught his lips against Ray's chin, then ducked in for his throat, counting on the fact that Ray couldn't see to surprise a reaction out of him as he left wet, warm kisses down the column of his throat. ]

[Fraser was good at this calming thing. He had proved that plenty of times before but none more so than right now as he soothed with lips and hands, massaging against tense muscles and forcing Ray to relax into the persuasive fingers. So maybe Ray could get into this, because if he can accept a massage from a buddy and a kiss from a buddy then he might as well accept more.

There's still that whole taking charge issue he thinks he'll need to address, but right now he'd have no clue what to do so maybe he'll just let Fraser think he's dominant for just a little longer. No harm in getting what he needs before he turns the tables, right?

But out of all of this, the hardest thing Ray has had to overcome is the light request of 'shh'. He can't keep quiet. Not with this happening, not with Fraser's hands trailing against his torso and lips against his skin. There's so much that needs to be said, perhaps some sort of verbal contract about what the fuck this was all about and the hows and the whys, words leave him as there's the feel of warmth pressing against his throat. It takes him a delayed second to realise that it's Fraser's lips there, leaving a wet trail while Ray can't help but tilt his chin upwards, but the sensation has him exhaling a gasp never the less. And Ray finally makes his own touch, nothing more than a simple lift of a hand to blindly grip of Fraser's shoulder and dig his fingers in, but it's grounding and he needs something to remind him this isn't some odd fantasy after the day he's had.]

[ If Ray doesn't think he's really capable of being the leader by the time they're done, then Fraser will happily surrender the reins. He hopes he has what it takes, but it was different with Ray Vecchio. Ray Vecchio hadn't been in it for Fraser himself. He'd been in it for...for the feeling of having something done for him, to be appreciated, and used, and take some comfort in it giving his life structure and meaning. Ray Kowalski might take something else from it, but he was going to be a different kind of challenge too. Fraser would have to adapt to him. But Ray had some adapting of his own to do too--the first being accepting his touch, the blindfold, his lips. Ray was adapting faster than Fraser had ever guessed he might

When Ray gasped into his ear, Fraser only wished he'd been able to draw away and look at him, soak in that expression. He got the next best thing, the hand reaching out to his shoulder to take hold of him, Ray anchoring himself to reality through his bicep. Fraser shuddered, and pressed in more kisses, but only for a moment longer--only until he found exactly the right soft spot to close his lips and teeth into place, sucking a bruise just behind one of the tendons linking Ray's throat to his collarbone. He sucked roughly, hard, making sure to leave a mottled bruise behind before he pulled away, trying to catch a hint of Ray's expression in the process.

And slowly - slowly, so Ray didn't lose his grip on him - he slid back down off the edge of the couch, and stretched up to lap at the center of Ray's chest, liquid warmth that quickly cooled. Another lick, just next to it, and then another, across Ray's nipple. ]

You can speak again now. [ Whispered against it, just before his teeth caught the bud bluntly, and his tongue lashed and flickered at the tip. ]

[Ray's bound to take something from all of this, but right now he was still trying to work out just what that might be. Being appreciated was certainly somewhat of a bonus, to have his partner suddenly showing an interest in him beyond the work environment and doting quite so avidly on him. It was nice to feel wanted, to finally feel like he wasn't the one constantly doing the chasing to get what he wanted and to have someone who wasn't trying to constantly avoid him no matter how much affection he showed. Fraser already knew what he was getting himself into with someone like Ray but this could still just be a rebound, after all Fraser was missing Vecchio, that was fair enough, and Ray was missing Stella.

Rebound.

He's not sure how he feels about being a rebound for the guy he's covering for, but Benton's doing a good job of persuading him that this might just be worth it.

Those lips do a fine job of keeping Stan's mind occupied, enjoying the dotted kisses that trail against his neck, something he could get used to pretty quickly. It's the teeth he doesn't expect, and the second they sink in against sensitive skin, Ray's hissing out, his fingers digging sharply in against Fraser's shoulder as that adamant sucking draws a bruise to the surface. God, he hasn't had that done since high school and he genuinely doesn't remember them being quite so appealing as right now, even if part of him does want to swing a punch at Fraser for trying such a trick. That innocent asshole shouldn't even know stuff like that.

As soon as it started it seems to end again, Ray huffing out a light noise of annoyance, although he's not entirely sure if he's annoyed at the hickey or pissed that it's ended. He's left to ponder that as he feels Fraser shift against him, lowering himself even as his tongue lapped warmly against Ray's exposed torso.]

Wasn't even quiet cause you said. Just... just had nothin' to say right then. Don't think you-- ah, fucker.

[There he was trying to argue that he's totally not doing what Fraser tells him to, only to be interrupted by teeth at his nipple, getting him writhing just briefly against the mouth.]

[ The noises that Ray was making were really quite incredible, and if Fraser hadn't heard them firsthand, elicited in return for his touches, he wouldn't have believed that Ray could make them. They weren't loud noises, weren't moans and whimpers--they were tiny little sounds, a hiss, an annoyed little huff, and Fraser drank them right up. He was definitely doing something right, and he read in Ray's posture and sounds an appreciation for the edge of pain, for the bruising and biting.

And then Ray swore, and was writhing underneath him, twisting gently. Squirming. He lapped again, then drew away once more, lifting his hands off Ray's chest, backing even further away, leaving Ray be in the darkness and vacuum. ]

I think I heard you call me something...well, something very untoward, for someone in your position. [ He circled the couch slowly. ] I don't mind you swearing - in fact I rather think expletives are appropriate - but if you call me something like that again then, Ray, I'm afraid the punishment will be something more severe than a slap on the wrist.

[ Having finished his circuit, he came to a stop in front of his partner again, sliding the pair of handcuffs out of his pocket and dropping down to crouch beside him. The metal edge was brushed against his wrist, so that Ray could work out what he intended. ]

Put your wrists together, Ray. Remember, this is an exercise in trust; your trust in me. I'll keep you safe.

[That edge of pain was something he appreciated more than he'd even realised. It wasn't often that he'd thought to bring that into the bedroom or had the chance to, but there'd always been that sort of grim satisfaction he got from a scuffle, whether it was on the streets or in the ring. He couldn't help but enjoy that sting of pain and the lingering sense it had on the body even days after. This was the same deal, that bruising on his neck would be there as a reminder whether he liked it or not, but he was starting to think he liked that very much.

He likes the tongue too, but it didn't last long enough for him to full enjoy before Fraser was pulling back and then full away, leaving Ray without anything to hold onto and without anything to look at. Suddenly the blindfold seems like less of a good idea, unable to judge just what his partner is up to, but straining his ears to try and follow where he might be going, head twisting to follow the sound of Fraser's voice as he circles.]

Heh, punishment. C'mon, you deserved that one for bitin' like that. [The loss of touch is enough to get him fidgeting again, impatient but never moving off the couch. He gets it, he thinks. The lack of Fraser is 'punishment' enough for the swearing. Bad means no Fraser, good means the return of Fraser, right? That would be logical, and sometimes Ray can get logic.

But Fraser does return and Ray can almost sense the presence before him, ears still straining to make sure he catches what's happening. He hears the soft clink of metal, familiar enough without the brush of cool metal against his wrist. He knows what's going on.]

Trust. Right. So I gotta just sit here unseein' and cuffed up and trust you're not gonna fuck with me?

[And yet his hands settle in his lap, drawing closer together.]

Yes.

[ It was a simple, very direct answer, and at the same time as Fraser gave it, he closed the handcuffs first around one wrist, and then about the other, closing them until they clicked twice, leaving enough room for Ray's wrists to move about within the space. It'd let him reach across to Fraser if he wanted, turn his hands in both directions, do what he pleased so long as one hand never strayed too far from the other.

Ray was listening hard, though, he could tell. Fraser enjoyed watching him pay attention as he circled, tilting his head first one way and then the other, even though Ray did start to twitch after a moment or two. He'd timed it just right, staying away just long enough that Ray understood why he was gone, and not so long that Ray had grown impatient and yanked the blindfold off, or cut him off completely.

What he mostly absorbed from Ray was simple. After all the time he'd spent without tenderness, without touch, he wanted it desperately. And he was still Ray, still a tough nut, capable and eager to take a few bruises and scrapes to prove that he'd experienced something. He didn't mind that it was Fraser doing these things, didn't mind that it was Fraser leaving marks behind on him that would be visible for days--even enjoyed it.

Fraser licked his lips, taking Ray in like that for a moment, with his hands cuffed and the blindfold in place, his fingers still on Ray's pulse at his left hand. Finally he moved up and forward, rewarding Ray for his patience by climbing across his lap, and making sure to guide Ray's hands up between their bodies. ]

I'm going to take off my shirt now, Ray, and you can touch me. [ He did just that, reached down and lifted his shirt off, dropping it aside. Heat and scent lifted off him in a wave. ]

[Ray really was listening, it was one of the few things he could do now that his sight had been taken away from it. If he couldn't see what Fraser was up to, then he'd just have to strain his ears listening, and appreciate what touch he could actually feel. Maybe this was what being a Mountie was like, heightening each sense to make it more rewarding. Hopefully this wasn't part of their weird Canadian training, but then again Fraser had to have learnt all this from somewhere.

With Fraser closing in again, those handcuffs are slipped on, Ray aware of the cool metal felt enclosing loosely around his wrists and the soft clickclick of them locking into place. It was a familiar feeling and yet one he was rarely on the receiving end of. He just didn't really get much chances to wear handcuffs, and that was probably for the best because they rarely meant anything good, except apparently in this sort of scenario.

Out of some odd instinct he tests the bounds, pulling his wrists lightly away from one another to check just how much movement he'd get from it all. Not entirely restrictive, he decides, but enough that he'll probably get frustrated with it within minutes. As always though Fraser soon provides a useful enough distraction as he climbs into Ray's lap with his reassuring weight.]

Touch but don't look, huh? I dunno if that's fair.

[But he appreciates the guidance of his hands to Fraser's torso, settling them close to his waistband the moment there's skin exposed and blindly chasing the shirt as it's lifted off. He briefly moves to dart his fingers over Fraser's shoulders, but as his hands part to do so, they're restricted by a reminding clink and Ray's left to grunt out a noise of frustration and instead lower his exploring back towards well formed abdominals. His touch is careful, partially from uncertainty and partially from lack of sight, but his fingers explore slowly upwards, just slightly uncoordinated thanks to those cuffs throwing him off. He leans in too, just slightly, like the warmth of Fraser's body is just a little too appealing to be away from. It's been some time since he's been up and close with someone else like this.]

[ Ray was enjoying the challenge, Fraser thought, even if he found it hard to adapt to being restrained in this sort of situation. Actually, Ray seemed to find it hard to adapt to being restrained at all, though he was comparatively still considering what Fraser expected from him. It was a demonstration of trust, and Fraser was grateful that it was being placed in him. He wouldn't let Ray down.

Ray was eager, too; he lay his hands gently on Fraser's waistband, and slid his fingers higher, chasing the retreat of his shirt as he pulled it away. Those eager hands crossed his shoulders, and then all at once it seemed as though Ray was free to do as he pleased, wandering where he pleased to feel out the contours of Fraser's muscles. His hands were warm, but the jitter seemed to diminish completely as he found his comfort zone, as it became a genuine and even eager exploration.

Fraser took in a shuddering breath, a little wisp of a gasp that Ray would only hear because he was so close, leaning in closer - probably without realising he was doing it - pressing into Fraser's heat and personal space in a wonderfully endearing way, like a man desperate for comfort. ]

All is fair, Ray [ He murmured back, leaning in to Ray's ear. ] in love and in war.

[ His arm slid around Ray's back, clutching him just a little closer, though the angle wasn't right to press against him, especially with Ray's arms between them. His other came to Ray's jaw, curling around it, bracing his chin and guiding his lips against his own. The kiss he offered was soft and tender, urgent and yet slow and gentle too, giving Ray the option to respond, his lips parting to offer him the chance to explore his mouth with the same vigor as he was Fraser's bare chest. ]

[Ray had thought the blindfold would be the solution to all his problems. He'd assumed that, somehow, the moment he slipped it on he could drift into some fantasy land where this was Stella before him and he could sail through this interaction with his childhood love. And yet right now it appeared to have the opposite effect, his mind struck with a burning curiosity of just what lay before him. He knew it was Fraser, a blindfold couldn't change that, but the fact that he wanted so urgently to see what his fingers were touching was bringing up plenty of unspoken questions. It was Fraser. That knowledge wasn't bothering him and he had to wonder why.

Despite his initial suspicions of this being an elaborate prank, Ray could admit he trusted Fraser even while he was blinded and cuffed like this. Canadians didn't lie. The Mountie would see he was safe because that's what he did, that's what they both did; they looked out for each other. This may not be a deadly gunfight or exploding cars, but it was still the two of them against the world.

Besides, it was satisfying to hear those soft noises from Benton. That barely there gasp telling Stan that he was doing something right with those trailing fingers and that maybe this is a side to Fraser he wouldn't mind seeing - or more like hearing - more of. That closeness between them has Ray huffing right back, a soft, breathy exhale as their bodies press in closer together, his hands still caught between them and keeping them distanced reluctantly. But his fingers stop their exploring the moment he feels Fraser's breath against his lips and then there's that kiss.

It's like a first kiss all over again, tentative yet eager as if Fraser's testing the water. Ray's mind had been a little more pre-occupied last time, but now he had nothing but his partner before him and the careful consideration of just what he wanted from all this. There was still that uncertainty, that hadn't changed, but this time he's more willing to at least dip his toe into this previously untouched pool. He can't be blamed if it's Fraser that initiated it. All blame would be on the Mountie and of course 'Not my fault' is exactly the sort of reassurance Ray needed for himself to finally return some affection.

He lets Fraser do much of the work to start with but eventually Ray works his mouth into the silent conversation against Benton's own lips. He feels the parting as an invitation but is slow on the uptake, his tongue barely flicking forward as if any further is somehow overstepping a boundary he's not sure of. Trying to decide what's buddies any more is proving increasingly difficult.]

[ Fraser was more than happy to play the game of first ever kisses. It had been a long time since his first kiss; once upon a time, when Fraser had paid a quarter to steal a kiss from a business savvy American Indian girl who had lined the boys up in the food hall to industriously vest them of their lunch money.

This wasn't anything like that chaste little peck that a humiliated Fraser had pitifully explained to his chagrined grandmother when he'd returned home. She hadn't been angry with him, and Fraser hadn't known why. Surely paying for kisses was tantamount to...well. He was a young boy not an idiot.

So back to first kisses--this was their first kiss all over again - and okay, actually the second - but with Ray catching up to him, reciprocating, albeit uncertainly. Ray's mouth worked against his own, and then his tongue came uncertainly into the gap between them, and electricity jumped through Fraser at the contact. He'd had his mouth in Ray's lap, but this was their first intimate touch, really--tongues on tongues, and Fraser barely dared with the touch.

After a moment he leant in closer, closed his mouth against Ray's and slid his tongue down the length of Ray's, then dipped it underneath, firm and unrelenting as he urged Ray into the space of his own mouth. He sucked on the tip of it and all but begged for the contact to deepen, squeezing firmly around Ray's back as he did, moaning ever so softly.

This was what a first kiss should be like. This was heaven, the taste of Ray's mouth, the heat of him, the sudden and overwhelming passion, like static in the air between them. ]

[This was something he missed. The intimacy and familiarity of getting this close to someone, to have a kiss that's something more than a chaste peck on the lips. He and Stella had managed to get back to that briefly only hours before, but Fraser and a bomber had quickly put an end to that developing into more. It wasn't Fraser's fault though, Ray had to remember that, and if it hadn't been for the Mountie then maybe there'd be much less of both Ray and Stella left right now. Perhaps this was Fraser's way of making up for it, who knew, but it wasn't such a bad method if it was.

It was hard not to react to the body pressing in against him, the warmth of Benton's skin as his palms are pressed against the flat of his stomach, and that encouraging tongue sliding in against his own. It was a whole new level of personal but it really wasn't something to be frowned at, not when Fraser was quite so responsive and enthusiastic. For some reason the Mountie wanted this and Ray was starting to fall for the persuasive argument laid out before him. After all, the two of them hadn't known each other for long, not in the grand scale of it all, but within their first day together Ray had felt more connected and more entrusting in Fraser than any of his previous partners. This was a guy he would take a bullet for and he knew the honour would be returned without question. If he can put his life in Benton's hands, then why not something like this?

The familiarity was a constant. There was something about the way his partner touched and moved that was consistently reaffirming and settling Ray's jittery nerves, just the same as if they were out on the field. Granted this was more than a reassuring hand on the shoulder, but the way their tongues touched seemed to speak more volumes than could be said with words.

As Fraser sucked against his tongue, Ray couldn't help but gasp softly against his mouth, encouraged enough to venture forward and press the advantage of that invitation. He touched and tasted everywhere he could, sliding in against teeth, tongue and even tickling up against the roof of his mouth. That moan had been all the coaxing he'd really needed.

He does pause though, long enough for him to draw his tongue back but still keep his lips lightly against Fraser's as he mutters into his mouth, already slightly out of breath even from such a brief interaction.] I uh. I think I'm okay with this.

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