Notes: Written for thehousekeeper.
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Fraser's going to cheat at this, even though he knows that cheating is wrong, because he really can't pick one of his Rays to talk about. Because he loves things about both of them, like the way Ray Kowalski will fling himself in between Fraser and any kind of danger and then yell at him for doing the same, or the way that Ray Vecchio will smile at him at the end of a long hard day and suddenly make it all seem worthwhile again.
He loves falling asleep beside them, between them, feeling them pressing up against him, Ray Kowalski's arm tucked up under the pillows, Ray Vecchio's fingers sprawled across Fraser's hip, as if afraid he's going to disappear on them in the middle of the night. He loves even more the nights when he comes in late and finds them already in bed, sometimes fighting, sometimes fucking, never asleep, because they always wait up for him. Except for the few times when he's come home to find them both sprawled across the couch, a hockey game casting shadows across their faces, Ray Vecchio's head tipped back against the back of the couch, Ray Kowalski curled up against the pillows, his feet draped across Ray's lap, both of them fast asleep.