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Requested by [livejournal.com profile] thete1. Title by [livejournal.com profile] estrella30.

"Sit down, please, Ray," Fraser says, and, hey, courtesy there, but he doesn't give you a chance to do it before he's stepping forward into your space. You step back a little -- the couch is right there, and you stumble and sit down with a hard thud. Fraser's right there with you, though, stepping forward to lurk over you.

He's still fully dressed in the damn uniform, red and wooly and covering him anywhere. You've got nothing but the jeans and your t-shirt. Your shoes and socks are off, even. It makes you feel kind of bare, kind of naked in comparison to Fraser, and you feel your breath start coming a little faster.

And then Fraser's boot is on your couch, and he's leaning forward, but you can't do anything but just stare at it. Fraser's *boot* on your *couch* -- you're not sure what you were expecting exactly from Fraser if you guys ever got to it, but this is not it, this is *more*, and all you can think about is curling yourself over your lap, licking along that long line of leather all the way up...

But Fraser's hand is on your jaw now, tilting your face up, and Fraser's so fucking hot you think you're going to burn up right here, right now, spontaneous whatever-you-call-it -- but wow, what a way to go.

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Requested by [livejournal.com profile] _aerye_ and [livejournal.com profile] tobyfan. Title by [livejournal.com profile] nifra_idril.

It's weird, is the thing, Ray guesses. Weird and -- or maybe not weird. Maybe not. Maybe he should have expected this, maybe anyone should have seen this coming. Maybe Ray should have seen it coming.

Home is home, right? Home. That was always where he was going. This was just a detour. That's who he is. Stanley Raymond Kowalski. Chicago, the GTO, his job, everything he's ever wanted, everything he's ever needed. All that stuff.

So this was just ... something else. A vacation from real life or something. What was he thinking, running away to Canada? Ray should have known all along that the two of them weren't going to work.

Except, you know, he didn't know. And Fraser -- Fraser didn't seem to, either, but who the hell could tell with Fraser?

He can't help looking back one more time, and he's surprised to see Fraser there in the window, staring out with this expression Ray can't even read. He's not even dressed, just the undershirt he slept in.

Ray catches his eyes. He expects Fraser to look away then, but Fraser just keeps his gaze, all clear and calm. In the end it's Ray who breaks it off and turns away again to go.
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