thelockbox | Benton Fraser

[ Well that was easy. He refrains from saying as much out loud, but it's a close thing, and in the meantime Fraser snaps his piece of jerky in half and sets about chewing at it. He watches Ray free himself from the blankets without saying a word himself, or otherwise getting back into the way of continuing to undress.

Meanwhile the wet wood in the fire has reached the point where it's begun to actually combust, and the heat being produced has brought the temperature up by several degrees already.

Just a misunderstanding. But it might look like he's staring, since...well, since there's nowhere else to look. ]

[If there's one thing that Ray's learnt while he's been out in the middle of no where with Fraser, it's that the Mountie usually knows what he's talking about in these situations. Ray's stubbornness and general argumentative approach to things had left him in some uncomfortable situations lately and he sure doesn't like the sound of uncomfortable clothing. Especially not when he has to keep living in them.

And at the rate Ray's going, he's apparently going to take the stripping very literally down to the last garment. Well, the t-shirts coming off anyway, all wiry, pale limbs and that Spark Plug tattoo.]

Yer not gonna make me roll in the snow or anythin', right? I saw that on some show once and it did not look any fun. I mean that is a sure fire way to turn your dick into a shrinky dink, y'know what I'm sayin'?

Actually Ray, rolling in the snow would be an excellent way of lifting the perspiration from your skin.

[ Rolling in the snow naked could save Ray's life. But it's maybe less necessary right now, which is why it's puzzling Fraser that ray is down to shirtless already. He pauses in his chewing, lowers his hand slightly, swallows maybe a little too hard. ]

Ah... Ah, Ray?

[ What does he even say to that? ]

[Just eye rolling at the explanation. He'd really rather not try out that way of washing right now, which would be why he's choosing to ignore Fraser as he tosses his t-shirt aside.

And then he's working at his jeans, popping open the button and working with the zipper, leaning back in an attempt to squirm out of them. He does, however, stop halfway to snap out an exasperated:]

What?

[ Three straight blinks. Another swallow, and this is the moment. This is really the moment where Fraser should step in and correct the misunderstanding. But...

But he still doesn't realize it's his fault. In fact he's suddenly convinced that Ray is stripping all the way intentionally, and perhaps he knows what he's doing. Because he knows that tone. That tone is you'd better have a damn good reason for interrupting me right now, and most of the time it's usually just better to back off.

Sometimes even if there is a good reason. ]

Perhaps you'd feel more comfortable, Ray, if I were to avert my gaze?

[Ray's not even sure what's going on, but Fraser said to remove his clothes so he's removing his clothes. He sees no problem with this except... except Fraser's tone is suddenly making Ray question himself.

It's like the Mountie can't make up his mind.

No matter. Ray's using his stubborn indifference to push through it. He's not going to admit he's in the wrong here, thank you very much, he's just doing what he's told.]

Sure. Whatever.

[Just gonna keep squirming out of his jeans.]

Jeez, Fraser. It is not that warm in here.

[ And he averts his gaze as allowed, raising his eyes up toward the blank canvas wall of the tent and coughing low in his throat. He almost coughs over Ray's comment, but suddenly he's looking back, just a little more quizzically this time. ]

Ah... Well actually, Ray...

[ No, he's not going to get away with backing out this time. And he's staring because there is nothing attractive about Ray trapped halfway out of his pants. It doesn't get more awkward than that. ]

When I suggested taking off your clothes, this isn't precisely what I had in mind.

[It doesn't get more awkward or totally uncoordinated as this, especially considering the kicking legs and wriggling around in the limited space and Ray's reluctance to stand up.

At least he's sort of stopped for now.]

Fraser! You say take off my clothes and I take off my clothes. You say it's gonna get all hot and steamy, y'know, and I dunno what I'm meant to think. Now I'm gettin' cold and you're saying don't take off my clothes, but I already got my clothes off and... and...

[ There are obviously two important things about this that need to be addressed: one, Ray is going to get cold very quickly with his butt on nothing but the groundsheet. Two: ]

What you were meant to think? I'm not certain I could have been any clearer with my intentions, Ray.

If I may--

[ Because obviously as bad as he's already made it he can always make it worse. He slid away from his perch on the back of a cooking pot to approach Ray, gingerly kneeling near his feet in order to get a firm grip of his jeans. They're halfway off anyway, and in his current predicament Ray is going to knock the tent over getting upright. He's just one of those people who grew up and never got used to having longer limbs--it can't be helped. But the last thing they need is Ray accidentally burning the tent to the ground; he'd never live that one down. ]

Oh, sure. Sure. Clear intentions.

[He wants to argue just how unclear every bit of this is, but he's certain no amount of explaining will get Fraser understanding the way Ray's mind works. For friends that interact quite so well with one another, they sure can be on totally different wavelengths. Sure, Ray's slowly learning Fraser's crazy Canadian and logical ways, and Benton's caught on to much of Kowalski's in-your-face instincts, but nothing is ever simple with these two.

And if Ray was confused by Fraser's intentions before, they're certainly not becoming any clearer as the Mountie gets nearer and takes hold of his jeans. He lays there for a moment, brows furrowing as he stares incredulously, then suddenly breaks out into another burst of squirming.]

I don't need help undressin', Fraser. I do not.

[ Fraser pauses to look exasperated, staring up at the other man for all of a second and a half before dropping his eyes back down to Ray's knees. He almost tuts. ]

I beg to differ. If you continue with your current rate of progress--well, I imagine the shrinking effect you mentioned may indeed come into play.

[ Helpful, Fraser. Really helpful. But despite Ray's squirming he's got him right where he wants him, and with one hard pull he's relieved of his burden. Which is only step one of getting him warm again but one thing at a time. ]

You're welcome, Ray.

[It's almost impressive how easy that is for Fraser. Almost. But Ray's not even surprised any more at the talents of Benton. Not that tugging the jeans off a constantly moving detective is exactly a talent.]

Hardeharhar. There is nothin' shrinkin' in my dinkin'.

[Just totally ignoring the 'you're welcome'. Too busy sulking over shrinking jokes and getting aid when he didn't ask for it. And maybe just a little distracted at Benton looming quite so close while he's sitting here in his boxers.]

[ It's probably in the duty record he presented during his transfer anyway. It's got to be a practiced skill: ability to undress squirming Americans 101.

Oh, and he's not gone yet. In fact he might just glance down, then back up. In the worst way possible. Punctuated by an eyebrow raise; the worst eyebrow raise in their long and storied history. And then finally embellished with the worst phrase that could be said after glancing up and down and making an eyebrow raise and opening his Mountie mouth at all: ]

Yes, I can see that.

[What?

Is he looking at... yes.

And commenting on it too?

Maybe Ray's become a bad influence on him. Almost proud to be honest. Except he's not sure what he should be right now when he's sitting in his underpants being eyed up by a Mountie.]

Heh.

Yeah.

Uh. Fraser?

[Be prepared for the most heartfelt declaration of feelings and physical yearnings-- wait no, never mind.]

I'm freezin' my ass off here. [Literally.]

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[ And this is where the Mountie finally catches up to what he's doing and gets flustered about it, like that moment on the train with the hairpin... ]

Your ass. Yes of course, freezing your ass off.

[ But in any case, he's now flustered, and blushing, and stands up so suddenly he knocks his head on the top bar of the tent and makes the entire thing jump. The firebox rattles in its holding, threatening to tip over, but stays put by the skin of its teeth, and Fraser dips his head low again. ]

My apologies. Ah-- I mean...

[ He turns on the spot, knocking his cooking pot over with a clang and a clatter, then bends over away from Ray to fuss with the blankets and clothes before clumsily turning again on the spot, knocking the lantern (thankfully not lit) onto the pile of blankets and generally just making a fool of himself. ]

Perhaps if you were to come over here.

[Watching Fraser when he gets like this is sort of like watching a train wreck; it's impossible not to stare. There's not only the satisfaction in watching the straight laced Mountie become a stumbling, mumbling mess, but there's the added bonus that for once it's not Ray making a fool of himself.

With everything rattling and falling, Ray opts for just sitting still and hoping for the best, still staring at the Mountie train wreck with a distant sort of amusement.

He only moves when beckoned, crawling over to the pile, shoving the lantern aside and dropping down heavily. At least now he's got some insulation between his ass and Canada. He could just put his pants back on but...]

Thanks.

[An actual display of gratitude. Maybe he's taking pity after Benton's ridiculous display.]

Hey. Sit before anythin' else goes flyin'.

I--yes, of course, Ray.

[ Sitting was actually a pretty good idea. The mess he'd made of the tent, things knocked in every direction, had been what he'd been intending to prevent in the first place, but at the very least he hadn't sent the firebox spilling onto the canvas. Yet that could still happen if he wasn't careful, and sitting...yes, sitting was a good idea.

But now he was hot, thanks to the flailing and embarrassment, and Fraser paused long enough to lift his own open jacket from his shoulders before carefully dropping down on the bed of furs and blankets. A few things kept swaying, but nothing else fell. ]

Well--now I just feel foolish.

[Well, that was some entertainment for an otherwise uneventful day. He's even grinning at the whole thing.

As Fraser moves to sit, Ray shifts over, giving him space on the pile to calm himself down. Sometimes he forgets how big the Mountie is until confined to small spaces like canvas tents.]

Makes a difference. [Usually Ray's feeling like the dumb ass.]

Hey, uh. Fraser?

[ It's actually a relief to see Ray grinning; almost worth the whole thing, in fact. If he could have planned it to go down this way he would have, after all if it's done one thing for certain it's distracted Ray from how cold, uncomfortable, hungry, tired etc. he is.

And even if it's just for two minutes, distraction is always a good thing, especially out here. Well, apart from when life threatening circumstances make it imperative to pay attention. He licked his lips nervously, and looked back toward his friend.

Incidentally it's his turn to say: ] What?

[Amusement is always a good distraction and in Ray's easily distracted mind, he's almost completely forgotten about the whole wilderness issue. Except the cold, of course. Hard to forget that when it's a constant, but as he reaches for a blanket, he seems satisfied enough with just pulling that around him.

He's starting to feel exposed, and not just because he's sitting there in his underwear.]

You uh. Heh. You remember that time when we uh, we first started workin' together. And uh. You said you found me attractive?

That was uh. You were just sayin' that, right? I mean, uh. Heh.

[ The blanket is probably a good call. Benton on the other hand sits on top of the rest of them, his ankles and knees together, hands on top. It's as close to uncomfortable as he ever looks--which is to say he doesn't look uncomfortable at all. Though the question does leave him as out of his depth as it had the first time. Actually the first three times. Ray had been particularly persistent.

But unless Ray is troubled on the topic of his wife for some reason, Fraser isn't entirely sure where this conversation is leading. Or...well. Well maybe he's really lying to himself in that respect. He has a fair idea. He doesn't avert his eyes this time--it's a serious question (always a rare occurrence on its own) and it deserves a serious answer. ]

I wasn't just saying that, Ray.

[ Which is to say that yes, as a woman, he found him attractive. But he'd have answered the question the same way without the proviso, too. It was important to remind himself, given present circumstances, that Ray struggled with expressing himself, particularly where emotions were involved. Usually they had to be on the verge of dying to confront serious, life-changing topics.

Or of course left for long periods of time alone. But this was a classic example; the entire tone had changed. ]

Does that make you uncomfortable? After all two men alone against the intimacy of the great wilderness... Occasionally...occasionally these things have been known to happen. I'm not saying they're inevitable, but as you are no doubt aware we share a certain undeniable chemistry. That is to say--

That is to say, that if you would prefer, I can sleep outside.

[Ray never has been great at expressing himself, which is somewhat ironic considering just how emotional and verbal he could come across. Fraser, on the other hand, was virtually impossible to read at times. He'd gotten used to some of Ben's odd little eccentricities and quirks, the Canadian humour and barely there sarcasm, but this sort of scenario wasn't something Ray had much experience in when it comes to anyone, let alone the Mountie.]

That's not-- No, Fraser, you don't need to sleep outside. I was just. I uh. It's uh.

[Words have never been his speciality on a good day, but when he has no idea what he even wants to say, trying to voice his thoughts is virtually impossible.

Perhaps if he focused on Fraser's words rather than his own.]

... Undeniable chemistry, huh?

[ That's very fortunate, he thinks, because it would be very unpleasant sleeping outside, no matter how deep a hovel he made for himself in the snow. He tried to read more into it, tried to use his experience as Kowalski's partner to perhaps pick apart what he was really getting at. I was just. I uh. It's uh.

Is it any wonder he doesn't always understand things that people are trying to tell him? It's like nobody south of the border has any real understanding of linear, logical explanation. ]

Yes, Ray, like Francium Flouride. [ And because it's been too long since the last time he was reminded of just how frustrating Fraser could be: ] You see in chemistry, elements are bonded together by the electrostatic force of opposite charges pulling together. The greater the opposing forces, the stronger the attraction.

[No one should sleep outside. He feels guilty enough that the dogs are stuck out in that, even if they are built for the tundra.

But that's not important. What is important is that Fraser's talking, and it's about something Ray has absolutely no clue about. Again.]

Fraser! I don't know who Francium is and I don't care. [Yes, who. It's a person, right?]

What. [ He assumes Ray is going to say 'What?' so he plunges onward irregardless. ] Francium isn't a person, Ray.

[ Right, but it's irrelevant to his point (which if he doesn't get to some time soon Ray is going to kick him in the head, right?) so he gets on with it. ]

The point I'm trying to make is that in nature as in all things, opposites attract. You and I, for example. Your qualities obfuscate my flaws, and vice versa.

[ He's still talking about being partners, right? ]

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