Family Affair (Prompt 08, F/K/V)
Family Affair
F/K/V, G, 405 words
"Do we have to go?" Kowalski whined, taking the corner hard and fast.
"Jesus, Kowalski - it's not like you've never had dinner with my family before. Relax." Ray's own hands were shaking a little, and his palms were sweaty. Fraser reached over and stilled Ray's hand with his own.
"Yeah, well," Kowalski said, slamming on the brakes and making all of their heads snap forward, "I've never had dinner with your family when I've been fucking you and Fraser, okay? Christ."
"You are so right. This is a bad fucking idea," Ray groaned, closing his eyes and leaning his head back. It was better anyway, that he couldn't watch Kowalski's shitty driving. "Let's just go home." His ma had gotten over freaking out, or at least she pretended that she had, and Frannie was knocked up again and seemed to be over Fraser these days. It would be okay - or it would be like every other Vecchio family dinner, complete with shouting and too much food and his ma crying at some point. Normal. Par for the course.
"I think it will be fine," Fraser said soothingly, leaning up to put his hands on Kowalski's shoulders over the back of the driver's seat. "It is just a couple of hours, and your mother invited us. She must know what she's getting, so to speak."
Kowalski turned onto Ray's street, the place he grew up, the place he kept coming back to, time and time again, when the rest of his life fell out from underneath him. It felt like the first time, all over again, like this was the first time he was going to his own house and meeting his own family, because he wasn't the same person he was the last time he was there. When the car came to a stop, Kowalski turned around and looked at Ray, his gaze steady. "Sorry. Listen, whatever you want to do, okay? Your call."
Fraser's hand was warm and heavy on his thigh, grounding him. This was his family, and they were his family, and it was time to start living his life like it was his. "Let's do this," he said resolutely. Kowalski nodded, saying, "all right," and getting out of the car. Fraser smiled and opened the back door, scooting out and leaving the door open for Ray.
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F/K/V, G, 405 words
"Do we have to go?" Kowalski whined, taking the corner hard and fast.
"Jesus, Kowalski - it's not like you've never had dinner with my family before. Relax." Ray's own hands were shaking a little, and his palms were sweaty. Fraser reached over and stilled Ray's hand with his own.
"Yeah, well," Kowalski said, slamming on the brakes and making all of their heads snap forward, "I've never had dinner with your family when I've been fucking you and Fraser, okay? Christ."
"You are so right. This is a bad fucking idea," Ray groaned, closing his eyes and leaning his head back. It was better anyway, that he couldn't watch Kowalski's shitty driving. "Let's just go home." His ma had gotten over freaking out, or at least she pretended that she had, and Frannie was knocked up again and seemed to be over Fraser these days. It would be okay - or it would be like every other Vecchio family dinner, complete with shouting and too much food and his ma crying at some point. Normal. Par for the course.
"I think it will be fine," Fraser said soothingly, leaning up to put his hands on Kowalski's shoulders over the back of the driver's seat. "It is just a couple of hours, and your mother invited us. She must know what she's getting, so to speak."
Kowalski turned onto Ray's street, the place he grew up, the place he kept coming back to, time and time again, when the rest of his life fell out from underneath him. It felt like the first time, all over again, like this was the first time he was going to his own house and meeting his own family, because he wasn't the same person he was the last time he was there. When the car came to a stop, Kowalski turned around and looked at Ray, his gaze steady. "Sorry. Listen, whatever you want to do, okay? Your call."
Fraser's hand was warm and heavy on his thigh, grounding him. This was his family, and they were his family, and it was time to start living his life like it was his. "Let's do this," he said resolutely. Kowalski nodded, saying, "all right," and getting out of the car. Fraser smiled and opened the back door, scooting out and leaving the door open for Ray.
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