he gets off on country music 'cause disco left him cold

Oct 26, 2006 15:30

If you're depressed or in a bad mood or just had a bad day, go here. You won't regret it.

Also? I've found Fraser's favourite radio station.

Go here and click on 'Inuvik'. I mean, really. They broadcast the weather in Inuktitut. And play hokey country songs. And have a spot featuring an Inuit woman storyteller talking about cooking moose and ( Read more... )

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the_antichris October 28 2006, 22:07:35 UTC
Oh, he SO listens to that, and talks to Ray about the weather, and Ray thinks ruefully that you're really turning Canadian when you start finding that interesting.

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primroseburrows October 28 2006, 22:29:44 UTC
But Ray listens when he gets home from work on days when Fraser's gone on some overnight Mountie trip because it makes him less lonely, and if you ask him he'll deny he ever listens at all.

But Fraser can tell because when he gets back he finds Ray knows exactly what the weather was like where he'd been on his trip, and sometimes there's something new for dinner he's never tasted before.

He lets Ray go on denying all he wants, even though he teases, because it means that Ray thinks he's turning Canadian himself, and that makes Fraser happy.

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the_antichris October 29 2006, 00:39:46 UTC
And a few months after he starts listening, he finds himself telling ACTUAL Inuit stories that he heard on the radio and Fraser thinks it's the greatest thing ever.

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primroseburrows October 29 2006, 04:05:27 UTC
The first time is spontaneous, rattled off over breakfast like a tale from Ray's college days or something he'd heard from the guys down at the garage. Ray can't understand why Fraser's gone so quiet, or why he's staring at him like he was first prize in the blanket toss.

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the_antichris October 29 2006, 04:11:04 UTC
'Ray, if I'm not mistaken, that was an Inuit story.'

Ray rubs his cheek. 'Huh. Guess it was.'

'It was, ah, beautifully expressed, and very relevant.'

'Uh, thanks.' Fraser's still staring at him, starry-eyed and half-smiling. 'Hey, Fraser? I didn't... you know, hypnotise you or something, did I?'

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primroseburrows October 29 2006, 04:30:58 UTC
'Hm? No. No, Ray. At least no more than you always have'.

'Oh. Oh, well, good, then.'

Fraser hasn't moved, and Ray still doesn't get it, but he's used to Fraser being, well, Fraser, so he figures he'll wait for the explanation. If there is one. Anyway, it's not like looking at Fraser looking like that is exactly a chore or anything.

He sits back in his chair and sips his tea. It doesn't happen very often, but for now, Ray can be patient.

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the_antichris October 29 2006, 07:19:17 UTC
But there's work to be done - litterbugs and brawlers to catch, snowmobiles to fix - so explanations have to wait, and Fraser just kisses him, holding it for a moment longer than usual before they make tracks into town.

It's pretty late by the time Ray remembers, late enough that he's curled around a half-asleep Fraser in the soft glow from the stove, and Fraser hmms for a moment before he's awake enough to answer.

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primroseburrows October 29 2006, 07:47:47 UTC
'So why were you staring at me like that?' he asks again, even though he knows Fraser heard him the first time.

'You told an Inuit story.'

Ray feels Fraser's smile, the soft kiss on his hair. 'What, you never heard that one before? Thought I reminded you to renew your subscription to Inuit Stories Weekly.' He presses closer, because Fraser's warm and because he can and because he never wants to take either one of those things for a given. 'Maybe next time you oughta listen to your partner, y'know?'

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the_antichris October 29 2006, 08:00:07 UTC
Fraser's arm tightens, and his voice is low, a soft brush of air against Ray's cheek, as he says, 'I always have.'

But then he smiles, and continues briskly, 'Perhaps you should think about contributing, Ray. Your story really was remarkably moving.'

'Moving, huh? I'll give you moving.'

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primroseburrows October 29 2006, 08:53:51 UTC
And Ray does move, one arm sliding over Fraser's shoulder. He feels by turns languid and playful; this is life, he thinks, this is fucking life.

Something close to joy is starting inside of Ray, and as he lifts his eyes to Fraser's he sees it reflected right back at him, and fuck if he doesn't finally figure it out. This is the look he saw today, changed only a little by warmth and soft light.

Fraser catches Ray's hand in his own, threading their fingers together. Ray catches Fraser's mouth, a brief, warm dusting of lips. Fair trade, Ray thinks.

'So, partner, are you gonna still love me when I turn completely Canadian?' He smiles, quicksilver, does the mouth thing again. Addictive Mountie.

'What if Inuit stories are just the beginning? What if I start saying "eh" and "zed" and go around licking things?'

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the_antichris October 29 2006, 09:37:33 UTC
And Fraser's got a bit of the quicksilver thing going on too, because he twists his hips up, and suddenly Ray's on his back and Fraser's holding his arms above his head, their fingers still laced.

'Oh, I think it began a long time ago, Ray. You like hockey, after all. And maple syrup.' He leans down and kisses Ray, dry and quick, but his eyes flutter shut as he does it.

'What if I start saying "sorey"?'

'I'll buy you a hat.'

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primroseburrows October 29 2006, 19:15:01 UTC
'That's because you think I look hot in yours.'

Ray makes a token attempt to free his hands, but Fraser clasps them tighter and pushes harder against them like Ray knew he would. Ray laughs and does it again. He wonders when love became this easy, this good.

'And anyway, one Inuit story doesn't mean I'm gonna, like, take up curling or anything.'

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the_antichris October 31 2006, 21:49:34 UTC
Fraser just smiles. 'You watch it, though.'

Fraser's breath on his ear is distracting enough that all Ray can say to that is 'Uh.'

'And I'm almost certain I heard you making tactical suggestions to the television last week.'

He can't get words out any more, can't do anything except thrust up against the warm pressure of Fraser's hips, because apparently part of being Canadian is having extra - well, Fraser would call it stamina. Must be all that healthy living.

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the_antichris November 2 2006, 10:52:27 UTC
He chose this, too - if he's being honest, he wasn't thinking about much beyond Fraser's calm certainty, that damn addictive smile and the hands that roll them expertly over to range greedily over Ray's skin.

The rest of it was just a bonus, all the more precious for being unexpected, and as they push away the cold with fire and blankets and hands and nearness, Ray can't imagine being anywhere else.

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primroseburrows November 1 2006, 21:49:38 UTC
And Ray, Canadian or not, knows full well that part of healthy living is knowing when to argue and when to take life as it's offered. And this is his life, because he chose it, all of it, the snow and the dogs and the MacKenzie Delta, the staccato of Inuit stories told in Inuktitut, the quiet spectacle of the Northern Lights.

The unbelievable, unexpected gift of Fraser saying, yes, yes, Ray, I choose you, too, come live with me.

Fraser releases pressure on Ray's hands for a brief second, just long enough for Ray to break free of his clasp. He slides his fingers through Fraser's hair, tangling them in soft curls grown longer by necessity in winter (one of the good things about the cold, Ray never hesitates to mention). Fraser lets go a breathless sigh. Ray finds Fraser's mouth and breathes it back to him.

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