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]

[ 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. ]

[kickem]

[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.