![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
schmericaOn the first night around the fire, Fraser tells him more about Sir John Franklin.
"Wait," Ray says, "wait a minute, did you say food poisoning? And then they were eating each other? Ugh, that's gross, Fraser."
On the second night around the fire, Fraser tells him about the Greely Expedition.
"Hey," Ray says, "do you have any stories that don't involve cannibalism? How come you didn't tell me any of this before the adventure? Hey, were you luring me up here to eat me? That's not buddies."
On the third night around the fire, Fraser tells him about Elisha Kane, Charles Francis Hall, John Ross, and more and more and more names that Ray's never heard of.
"Fraser," Ray says, "I am sick to death about hearing about people freezing and starving and getting trapped in the ice and floating on the ice and hiking and eating candles and bootlaces and being all noble and stupid. Don't you know any happy stories?"
Fraser looks thoughtful.
"When I say adventure," Ray says, "I don't mean death and destruction and all this stuff. I mean an adventure. That's a whole different thing."
"Ah," says Fraser.
"Don't 'ah' me," says Ray.
"No, no," says Fraser, "I do understand the point you're making, I believe."
"You do?" says Ray.
Fraser kisses him on the mouth, and Ray pulls him closer through all their thick layers.
Later on the third night, Fraser tells him quiet things that nobody but the two of them need to know.
"See, Fraser, this," says Ray, "isn't this a better adventure? Nobody has to freeze to death and nobody starts nibbling on each other and nobody's living on an ice floe."
"Well," says Fraser, "not yet, anyway."
Ray says, "You suck."
"Wait," Ray says, "wait a minute, did you say food poisoning? And then they were eating each other? Ugh, that's gross, Fraser."
On the second night around the fire, Fraser tells him about the Greely Expedition.
"Hey," Ray says, "do you have any stories that don't involve cannibalism? How come you didn't tell me any of this before the adventure? Hey, were you luring me up here to eat me? That's not buddies."
On the third night around the fire, Fraser tells him about Elisha Kane, Charles Francis Hall, John Ross, and more and more and more names that Ray's never heard of.
"Fraser," Ray says, "I am sick to death about hearing about people freezing and starving and getting trapped in the ice and floating on the ice and hiking and eating candles and bootlaces and being all noble and stupid. Don't you know any happy stories?"
Fraser looks thoughtful.
"When I say adventure," Ray says, "I don't mean death and destruction and all this stuff. I mean an adventure. That's a whole different thing."
"Ah," says Fraser.
"Don't 'ah' me," says Ray.
"No, no," says Fraser, "I do understand the point you're making, I believe."
"You do?" says Ray.
Fraser kisses him on the mouth, and Ray pulls him closer through all their thick layers.
Later on the third night, Fraser tells him quiet things that nobody but the two of them need to know.
"See, Fraser, this," says Ray, "isn't this a better adventure? Nobody has to freeze to death and nobody starts nibbling on each other and nobody's living on an ice floe."
"Well," says Fraser, "not yet, anyway."
Ray says, "You suck."
Tags:
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
(no subject)
1/8/05 22:49 (UTC)*snuggles you back*