So he hands Fraser the pen and Fraser takes it and then picks up Ray’s right hand, holding it by the wrist. He pulls it over, rests it on his own knee, and begins to draw. Long, curling lines that start at the wrist and swoop up to his knuckles and onto his fingers, a spiral that covers the back of his hand.
Ray’s mouth goes dry.
Hottest. Thing. Ever.
And the end!
And on Benton’s palm, still held in Ray’s hand, in big block letters, Ray has written R A Y ‘ S.
“All right, Ray,” says Benton, looking up again.
“All right, then,” says Ray, but he doesn’t let go of Benton’s hand.
So goddamned sexy with no actual *sex* That's fucking talent there.
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Date: 2005-01-13 03:29 pm (UTC)That was - I mean, it's - that is to say -
*flails*
So he hands Fraser the pen and Fraser takes it and then picks up Ray’s right hand, holding it by the wrist. He pulls it over, rests it on his own knee, and begins to draw. Long, curling lines that start at the wrist and swoop up to his knuckles and onto his fingers, a spiral that covers the back of his hand.
Ray’s mouth goes dry.
Hottest. Thing. Ever.
And the end!
And on Benton’s palm, still held in Ray’s hand, in big block letters, Ray has written R A Y ‘ S.
“All right, Ray,” says Benton, looking up again.
“All right, then,” says Ray, but he doesn’t let go of Benton’s hand.
So goddamned sexy with no actual *sex* That's fucking talent there.
You two ROCK!