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A drabble to start us off - F/K, PG13:

Ray always had a toothpick in his mouth so Fraser had become accustomed to the way he held it between his teeth, the way his lips and tongue moved it from one side of his mouth to the other. He’d observed Ray eat the long strands of cheese off his pizza, wrap his lips around the mouth of a bottle of beer, and lick sauce off his fingers. But Fraser had never seen Ray suck on a lollipop before.

Fraser dragged his eyes away from Ray’s mouth and loosened his collar. “Ah, what flavor is that?”

“Root beer. Wanna taste?”

Fraser opened his mouth to reply but Ray just stuck the lollipop between his lips. He sat frozen.

“You need to suck on it, Frase.”

Fraser couldn’t hide his body’s reaction to that, but Ray didn’t seem to notice. Fraser closed his mouth and sucked on the lollipop. Ray’s eyes glazed.

“You like it?”

Fraser removed the lollipop. “Yes, Ray, very much so.”

“My turn.”

Ray leaned over Fraser and kissed him. He ran his tongue along Fraser’s lips and then slid it between them. Fraser moaned when their tongues met. He could taste root beer, and beneath that, Ray.

Okay, your turn! *points at all of you*

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He was pretty sure everybody knew it by now. Welsh knew it, Ma Vecchio (who still called him about Sunday dinners from time to time) knew it, that new girl who replaced Frannie knew it -- Jesus, even Stella knew it, she knew it all the way from fucking Florida! Ray was pretty sure Fraser knew it, and Ray -- Ray sure as hell knew it. He wasn't really stalling, he was just... taking his time. Wanted to enjoy the feeling.

So comfortable.

He took Fraser and Dief out to the park about three weeks later, on a Sunday, early in the morning. He'd had no qualms about calling Fraser, despite the hour. Fraser was up already -- of course Fraser was up already, he didn't wallow and sleep long like Ray usually did.

The snow had just fallen the night before, and some stupid sentimental part of Ray wanted Fraser to enjoy as much of it as possible before Chicago pollution made it gray and brown and filthy. And damn if he wasn't right. Fraser's grin got just a little bit bigger over all that white, free from footprints and pollution and garbage, and Ray thought it almost looked like Fraser was home.

The snow was clumping and turning to sleet under his shoes as he shuffled along, the weather not quite cold enough yet. The wet mass would turn to ice in a few days. Fraser walked beside him, Fraser-hand bumping his and Fraser-boots shuffling through the snow just like Ray's.

"You know we're gonna kiss someday, right?" Ray said suddenly, after God knows how long of uninterrupted, comfortable silence. "I mean, everybody knows it, I think you know it, I mean... I mean, we're leading up to something here, right? I mean. Right. I mean. We are. I'm just checking, you know?"

Ray babbled until he felt pretty certain he'd gotten his point across, and he dimly thought he should feel embarrassed and ready to crawl into a hole and never come out, but he didn't. Instead he got a brilliant Fraser-smile in return.

"I know, Ray," Fraser said.

"You know?" Ray asked, just to make sure, but the smile never faltered.

Fraser nodded and kept walking.

“God! You’re just so… so… enfi…enfu…infuriating.”

"I know, Ray," Fraser said.

“Well, why do you keep doing that?”

“You stay out of it.” He replied, looking behind him.

“Come on Frase, I’m starting to think I’m the one that’s unhinged here.”

With one last ‘would you kindly leave me in peace’ Fraser started undressing.

Ray was transfixed.

The man was methodically taking off layers of his uniform like he just couldn’t stay in it a moment longer. He practically threw the hat onto a nearby chair. He took off his boots, his Sam Brown and swung the suspenders off his shoulders. He loosened the white t-shirt around the collar and just fell back into Ray's couch, his legs falling comfortably apart. He ran his fingers through his hair, sighing loudly.

Ray had to lean against something so as to not fall over. He’d never seen his partner like this. This was obviously a very important moment and all Ray could think about was that he’d kill for Fraser to finish his strip. Kill. Die. Whatever.

“I’d really like one of your malt beverages now Ray.” Fraser looked up at him with a rosy blush in his cheeks.

Ray tripped over his own feet getting to the refrigerator; took deep calming breaths. Beer. Turns out this was a day for changes, for revelations. He wondered if he might make one of his own. Wondered what he might hear.

“It’s my father.”

"It’s my father."

Fraser frowned, giving Ray a questioning glance.

Ray shrugged. "I think he thinks we're..."

"That we are what, Ray?"

Sitting down next to Fraser on the couch, Ray sighed deeply. He leaned back and closed his eyes. "You know... that we're..." Ray gestured between them.

"I am not altogether sure I know to what you are referring."

A low growl escaped Ray. The damned Mountie was going to force him to spell it out. "I'm pretty sure he thinks we're together." There, it was out, now he wasn't going to open his eyes. He didn't want to see Fraser pull back from him because it made him feel uneasy.

"Ah... Am I to deduct that with 'together' you mean..."

"Yeah," Ray cut him off.

"Ah..." There was a shift on the couch.

Ray finally found the courage to open his eyes and found Fraser, not pulling away, but a little closer than before. Clearing his throat, Ray just had to ask. "Doesn't that bother you?"

"Does it bother you?"

Ray took a deep breath, then let it out slowly. "Not really."

For that, he was rewarded a smile from Fraser he'd never seen before. But one he really liked.

It was night, that was all he could tell. Ray supposed that if Fraser was here, he would be able to look up at the sky, and tell what time it was by the stars or some crap. Of course, there was too much light and smog to really see the stars from the alley. Though Ray did have a pretty good view of the sky, flat on his back.

Fraser, where are you?

There was a dumpster nearby, Ray dimly remembered passing it earlier, and now he could smell it clearly, even above the rising stench of blood. It had been raining that week, and the puddles sat, mixing with the pollution and garbage to make the alley really reek, this low to the ground. No chance of Fraser tracking his scent.

Come on, Fraser, quit messing around...

There was water dripping somewhere, and some noises from the street, and the nightclub they'd been investigating, but no footsteps. Ray tried to remember if you really needed two kidneys.

Fraser, you came into this alley with me, now get me the hell out.

It was getting colder, but that was okay, the pitted cement wasn't as uncomfortable as it'd been earlier. Ray closed his eyes, and tried to remember where Fraser had got to.

Drabble Tree!

F/K -- G

Re: F/K -- PG-15

Re: F/K -- PG-15

RayK -- PG