Ray thought about it a lot, though, and the second time he was—well, not ready, exactly, but semi-prepared. If it happens again, he’d told himself, I'm gonna kiss back. Because this was Fraser, and Ray wouldn't admit it to just anyone, but his world pretty much revolved around Fraser. He didn't really know if he wanted Fraser like that, but if it was what Fraser wanted, Ray was willing to give it a shot. And, after all, if the memory of that brief one-second lip-press could make Ray's mouth dry, could make him go suddenly still and tingly and distracted from everything, then what would a real kiss do to him?
The second time he found out. It was at the end of probably their wildest car chase to date. They'd careened across half the state, leaving a trail of tire marks and disaster behind them, racing after Ned Gordon down highways and over fields, through a wooden fence and a rose garden, and into a fertilizer factory, where Gordon turned too sharply and his Chevy fishtailed and skidded into a pile of shit. Fucking finally. Ray slammed on the brakes and stopped just in time, and then people were running towards them, shouting and waving their arms. The chase was over.
Ray was breathing hard from all the adrenaline and crazy stunt driving and nearly dying half a dozen times. He didn’t know why Fraser was so short of breath. They cuffed the guy and called for backup, and then, when all the other people had gone back to work and no one was looking, Fraser dragged Ray into a storage shed and shut the door. It stunk to high heaven, but Ray didn’t care because Fraser’s mouth was on his, and this time it was a real kiss—Fraser’s lips parted and his tongue licked into Ray’s mouth like a flame. Ray groaned and sagged against him. Oh yeah. This was exactly what he wanted.
He pushed forward into Fraser’s arms, their bodies pressing together like it would take a crowbar to separate them, if anyone would be fool enough to try. Ray had just let himself thread his fingers through Fraser’s thick hair when he heard the sirens. Fuck.
Fraser broke off the kiss, shoving Ray back a step, and they stared at each other, panting and wild-eyed. Ray’s body was hot and trembling, and he didn’t know which way was up or why the hell they were stopping.
“Go,” said Fraser, pushing him through the door and closing it, and then Ray was blinking in the sunlight, feeling shaken and dazed like a kid who’d been caught necking behind the bike shed. Why me? he thought, maybe a little resentfully, but then the others drove up and gave Fraser grief for coming out of a shit-stinky shed, and he thought maybe he hadn’t got the worst end of the deal after all.
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Re: a RayK/Fraser smooch
20/1/06 04:49 (UTC)Re: a RayK/Fraser smooch
20/1/06 04:52 (UTC)Re: a RayK/Fraser smooch
20/1/06 05:06 (UTC)Ray was breathing hard from all the adrenaline and crazy stunt driving and nearly dying half a dozen times. He didn’t know why Fraser was so short of breath. They cuffed the guy and called for backup, and then, when all the other people had gone back to work and no one was looking, Fraser dragged Ray into a storage shed and shut the door. It stunk to high heaven, but Ray didn’t care because Fraser’s mouth was on his, and this time it was a real kiss—Fraser’s lips parted and his tongue licked into Ray’s mouth like a flame. Ray groaned and sagged against him. Oh yeah. This was exactly what he wanted.
He pushed forward into Fraser’s arms, their bodies pressing together like it would take a crowbar to separate them, if anyone would be fool enough to try. Ray had just let himself thread his fingers through Fraser’s thick hair when he heard the sirens. Fuck.
Fraser broke off the kiss, shoving Ray back a step, and they stared at each other, panting and wild-eyed. Ray’s body was hot and trembling, and he didn’t know which way was up or why the hell they were stopping.
“Go,” said Fraser, pushing him through the door and closing it, and then Ray was blinking in the sunlight, feeling shaken and dazed like a kid who’d been caught necking behind the bike shed. Why me? he thought, maybe a little resentfully, but then the others drove up and gave Fraser grief for coming out of a shit-stinky shed, and he thought maybe he hadn’t got the worst end of the deal after all.
Re: a RayK/Fraser smooch
20/1/06 05:07 (UTC)I LOVE this!
Re: a RayK/Fraser smooch
20/1/06 06:04 (UTC)Re: a RayK/Fraser smooch
20/1/06 13:07 (UTC)okay, hello, FAVORITE REACTION TO A KISS EVER. I am in love with that. He is just waiting for the next time.
And? The next time is HOT.
Ray’s body was hot and trembling, and he didn’t know which way was up or why the hell they were stopping.
God. Such utter, utter love!
Re: a RayK/Fraser smooch
20/1/06 13:50 (UTC)Re: a RayK/Fraser smooch
21/1/06 00:40 (UTC)