I love the shifts in perspective, and how you use them as a metaphor for the roles in the relationship and how those roles can shift between equals: first Ray is "small," and cherished, and protected, then suddenly Fraser is smaller and cherished as well. He looks a little ridiculous, and hot as shit. And smaller, somehow, as if the uniform is what makes him bigger than life all the time.

And then you do it again: Ray isn't used to having someone bigger moving him around as if he were a doll. Well, except that's what Fraser has been doing all day.
Funny thing, though, as soon as Fraser has him situated the way he wants, he slips down a little further on the bed and rests his head on Ray's chest so that Ray is the cuddler, and Fraser the cuddle-ee.

And I love the moments of humor and whimsy that you sprinkled throughout the fic, making me smile and laugh and snicker. Bravo for creating a truly memorable DS fic!