[ Geoffrey shook his head, rolling over so that he was facing Ray. Turnbull? That was a ridiculous name. And what was he? A secretary or something? What was he doing up in the middle of the night? Okay freak, got it. It probably didn't matter though, did it? Maybe he'd remember with time. Maybe it could be okay.
He pulled a little closer, watching as Ray reached out for the phone and musing over his own position. Ray looked like he was buzzing, honestly. If not for how he'd been rebuffed, he might offer to cool him off, burn up some of that energy, but they'd already crossed that bridge. Maybe they could do play charades or something. Horizontal charades.
Something to take both their minds off their aborted mess of a night.
He licked his lips, wriggling up onto Ray's side of the bed and propping his elbow on Ray's pillow as he sat up, instead reclining where he could look the other man in the face as he called the Consulate. Weird. He seriously worked there? Did he live there too? Why didn't they cohabitate or something?
He could just about hear the phone ringing. And then what he thought might be a man's voice was answering. It was hard to hear.
Benton Fraser said: ]
You've reached the Canadian Consulate. You are speaking to Constable Benton Fraser. How can I help you this morning?
[ Because it was going to happen sooner or later, right?
Geoffrey was still blinking curiously up at Ray, trying to get a read on the other man's face. Partner--they were partners. He thought he probably liked that. It'd just take a little getting used to, that was all. ]
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He pulled a little closer, watching as Ray reached out for the phone and musing over his own position. Ray looked like he was buzzing, honestly. If not for how he'd been rebuffed, he might offer to cool him off, burn up some of that energy, but they'd already crossed that bridge. Maybe they could do play charades or something. Horizontal charades.
Something to take both their minds off their aborted mess of a night.
He licked his lips, wriggling up onto Ray's side of the bed and propping his elbow on Ray's pillow as he sat up, instead reclining where he could look the other man in the face as he called the Consulate. Weird. He seriously worked there? Did he live there too? Why didn't they cohabitate or something?
He could just about hear the phone ringing. And then what he thought might be a man's voice was answering. It was hard to hear.
Benton Fraser said: ]
You've reached the Canadian Consulate. You are speaking to Constable Benton Fraser. How can I help you this morning?
[ Because it was going to happen sooner or later, right?
Geoffrey was still blinking curiously up at Ray, trying to get a read on the other man's face. Partner--they were partners. He thought he probably liked that. It'd just take a little getting used to, that was all. ]