Notes: Written for justbreathe80.
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�Fraser? What�re you doing?�
Fraser turned. �Nothing, Ray.�
�Because it looks like you�re playing with my gun.�
�I was�� he rested against the table, �just looking.� His fingers were still lingering on it, and he was leaning back like his whole body just wanted to scream fuck me at Ray. �You�re remarkably attractive when you use it, you know.�
Ray crossed the room, pinned Fraser against the table. �Well you�re remarkably attractive all the time,� he said against Fraser�s neck, enjoying the shiver that ran through him.
Fraser reached up to touch Ray�s face, fingers still cool from the gun.