“I’m an asshole,” Ray whispered, running his fingers down Fraser’s back to the dip of his spine, resting lightly on Fraser’s scar.

“Sometimes,” Fraser murmured, and softly kissed Ray’s neck.

“I don’t care about the beer,” Ray told him, and then let out a sigh.

“I know,” Fraser said.

Lovely, lovely, lovely. I can't see Ray and Fraser's relationship as easy, but I do see them working like hell to make it work. Your story is the perfect, perfect illustration of that. I adore it.