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Entry tags:
DS: Becoming
Fandom: Due South
Pairing: Fraser/Ray K
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: An extended period of intimacy, following how close they'd become, helps them to really understand.
"I -- I can't do this, Frase," Kowalski said. There was something in his expression that was strange -- in the half-dark Fraser couldn't see, and it was too much like -- it was almost a hunger there, wanting something he can't have, wanting -- "I just can't."
Fraser nodded, swallows carefully around the rising lump. "I understand," he said, and imagined it again -- they were closer, in the dark, then, so close he could feel Ray's breath on his face. He hadn't had to strip the intimacy back and call Ray Kowalski in that moment -- they'd kissed, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and for a moment he'd thought -- "Intimacy," he said, forcing himself into the present. "An extended period of intimacy, following how close we -- considering our sudden and unlooked for closeness -- it made us... do things we wouldn't normally."
Ray's expression changed, he thought. He couldn't see. He damned the lack of light for that -- moved closer so he could see -- but Ray stepped back again. "Yeah," he said, slowly. "That must have been it."
"Should I -- "
"No," Ray said, like he didn't need to hear the rest of the sentence -- and as close as they'd been, maybe it hadn't. It'd felt like they'd shared more than that tiny space -- when they'd come out, blinking, they'd moved together better than ever before, they'd become --
"You'll drive me?" Fraser asked, to drive it from his mind, and Ray bobbed his head in a yes and stepped back again, putting distance between them again and moving for the car.
"Yeah," Ray said, and shrugged. His tone was falsely light. "C'mon, what kinda guy leaves a buddy stranded in a dark alleyway in Chicago?"
"I'd be perfectly fine, Ray," Fraser said, falling into his old habits as well as he could, feeling as if it were a well worn suit, now tattering apart. "People in this area know me and like me."
"Aw, come on, get real. At least three of them want to stick a knife in you. And the rest would stick a knife in you first and find out it's you later."
"Nonsense, Ray. Nobody would stab someone without seeing who it is first."
"Frase, you got a strange view on life, you know that?"
The car stopped again. What had nearly been normal -- the old way of life, Fraser and pseudo-Vecchio, partners extraordinaire and absolutely nothing more -- stuttered to a halt again with the engine as Ray Kowalski twisted round and looked at him, eyes dark in a way Vecchio's had never been. "Ray," Fraser said, without thinking, and he would never be sure whether Ray leaned toward him or whether they met halfway, but there they were kissing and everything suddenly -- fell into place. And they became.
Pairing: Fraser/Ray K
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: An extended period of intimacy, following how close they'd become, helps them to really understand.
"I -- I can't do this, Frase," Kowalski said. There was something in his expression that was strange -- in the half-dark Fraser couldn't see, and it was too much like -- it was almost a hunger there, wanting something he can't have, wanting -- "I just can't."
Fraser nodded, swallows carefully around the rising lump. "I understand," he said, and imagined it again -- they were closer, in the dark, then, so close he could feel Ray's breath on his face. He hadn't had to strip the intimacy back and call Ray Kowalski in that moment -- they'd kissed, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and for a moment he'd thought -- "Intimacy," he said, forcing himself into the present. "An extended period of intimacy, following how close we -- considering our sudden and unlooked for closeness -- it made us... do things we wouldn't normally."
Ray's expression changed, he thought. He couldn't see. He damned the lack of light for that -- moved closer so he could see -- but Ray stepped back again. "Yeah," he said, slowly. "That must have been it."
"Should I -- "
"No," Ray said, like he didn't need to hear the rest of the sentence -- and as close as they'd been, maybe it hadn't. It'd felt like they'd shared more than that tiny space -- when they'd come out, blinking, they'd moved together better than ever before, they'd become --
"You'll drive me?" Fraser asked, to drive it from his mind, and Ray bobbed his head in a yes and stepped back again, putting distance between them again and moving for the car.
"Yeah," Ray said, and shrugged. His tone was falsely light. "C'mon, what kinda guy leaves a buddy stranded in a dark alleyway in Chicago?"
"I'd be perfectly fine, Ray," Fraser said, falling into his old habits as well as he could, feeling as if it were a well worn suit, now tattering apart. "People in this area know me and like me."
"Aw, come on, get real. At least three of them want to stick a knife in you. And the rest would stick a knife in you first and find out it's you later."
"Nonsense, Ray. Nobody would stab someone without seeing who it is first."
"Frase, you got a strange view on life, you know that?"
The car stopped again. What had nearly been normal -- the old way of life, Fraser and pseudo-Vecchio, partners extraordinaire and absolutely nothing more -- stuttered to a halt again with the engine as Ray Kowalski twisted round and looked at him, eyes dark in a way Vecchio's had never been. "Ray," Fraser said, without thinking, and he would never be sure whether Ray leaned toward him or whether they met halfway, but there they were kissing and everything suddenly -- fell into place. And they became.