Notes: Written for kristiinthedark.
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Ray wears red panties on Valentine's day, because he knows Fraser likes them.
He feels sexier in them, moves sexier, and Fraser doesn't know they're on (there's no reason Fraser would know, other than him being super creepy psychic Mountie guy), but he's watching Ray more, following him with his eyes, touching him. Little touches, nothing touches.
The kind of nothing that drives Ray slowly out of his mind.
He drags Fraser into the closet halfway through the day and stuffs Fraser's hand down his pants.
"I wore them for you," he says, words muffled against Fraser's throat.
"I know," Fraser tells him, and he strokes him through the soft fabric until Ray is writhing against the shelves behind him, desperate to come. Fraser doesn't let him. He moves his hand slowly, deliberately, frustrating and so fucking erotic all at the same time.
It isn't until he drops to his knees and sucks Ray through the panties that he lets Ray come.