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Ray carried Edward the whole way home to spare Horatio and his hurt shoulder. He didn't have a coat, didn't even have any damn shoes, so he kept Edward tucked under his shirt, both arms around him. Every so often he'd reach out to touch Horatio's arm, make sure he was still there ( Read more... ) -
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Ray knew life with a baby would take some getting used to. He knew it wouldn't always be easy, late nights and frequent feedings and crying and all that. He just never figured Edward could be so damn fussy. Kid could never make up his mind whether he wanted to be walked or bounced or rocked or what. A minute of one and he'd get bored and want ( Read more... ) -
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The guy had come along willingly enough, but Ray didn't like the look in his eyes. Didn't like how he looked like him, either.
Ray leaned against the front of the desk, arms crossed, rolling a toothpick back and forth in his mouth. They were just waiting on Cain. Hopefully the cowboy's presence wouldn't set this guy off. -
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Ray didn't spend a lot of time at the playground, seeing as how he was a grown person and all. But tonight on his way by he stopped and sat down on one of the swings to take a breather before making his way back to the Hamlet. Sometimes, he reflected as he swung idly back and forth, he'd kill to have his GTO back. -
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He couldn't remember ever feeling this kind of happy; even in the best old days of Stella, he'd been terrified that she would find out who he really was, what he was really like. But Fraser already knew that Ray was a loser, and an asshole, and a dancer, and a guy who was trying his best most days. Fraser knew exactly who he was, and Fraser loved ( Read more... ) -
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Ray knew Horatio wasn't big into Thanksgiving, seeing as how they didn't have it in England or whatever, but he decided to make them a nice dinner to celebrate anyhow. He got the food together, got some wine off somebody, he had it all planned out. Just him and Horatio, nice romantic holiday dinner.
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Beep ... beep ... beep ...Ray smacked the snooze button of his alarm clock, mumbling something that didn't actually make any sense into his pillow ( Read more... ) -
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Ray woke up slowly, surprised at the warmth in front of him. Horatio was usually the first one up, was usually the one who had to physically drag Ray out of bed, but not this morning.
...Except it wasn't even Horatio, it was Fraser, and Ray realized that a little belatedly, after he'd casually rubbed up against Fraser's ass. Oops?