Ficlet: Thought Processes [1/1] Fraser/Ray K [Due South]
Title: Thought Processes
Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: Due South
Pairing: Fraser/Ray K
Rating: G
Summary: Fraser watches Ray think.
Dis: Not mine. Belongs to Alliance. I just make them gay[er].
Author’s Notes: For the 15minuteficlets word. Also, I am now something of a “Due South” slut. Knew it was going to happen eventually.
Thought Processes
By Perpetual Motion
Sometimes, Fraser thought as he watched Ray fight to find the word he needed, Ray’s mind worked much too swiftly for Ray to keep up. He admitted to himself, silently, where Ray could not hear, that he had believed what the others seemed to think when they first met Ray. He had a assumed that Ray’s random grasping for words was somehow related to his lack of formal education past high school. He had assumed Ray ignorant. In truth, Ray was much more intelligent than most people would give him credit for. His mind was very quick and his thought processes were well worked and easy to understand if you took the time to learn them. Ray was an exceptionally smart man.
“What’s the word, Frase?” Ray snapped his fingers to get Fraser’s attention and started in on a list of synonyms to the word he was looking for.
Fraser knew exactly which word Ray was looking for, but every now and then he liked to stop and appreciate watching Ray think. Ray was a very kinetic man, and to see him really moving was a delight. His fingers were twitching, he was rocking back and forth on his feet, and his eyelashes fluttered. He was lovely when he was thinking. Fraser was tempted to pull Ray into the supply closet, but they had a case to work, and they had to get it done. The sooner they wrapped up the case, the sooner Fraser could pull Ray somewhere that was *not* the supply closet and find all new ways for his fingers to twitch.
“Mean…nasty…bitchy…” Ray was still trying to find the word. He started rocking back and forth with a bit more speed.
Fraser leaned forward and rescued Ray’s coffee cup from the edge of the desk, where it wouldn’t meet its demise thanks to Ray’s hip knocking against it without intention. He leaned back again and watched as Ray pressed his palms against the desk and let his head drop towards his chest. He was quite lovely in that pose, with his back bowed, and the lines of his body clear and sharp through his T-shirt. Fraser wished for a camera. With the way the light was slanting, it would make a very nice picture.
“Acidic…c’mon, c’mon.”
Fraser finally gave in to Ray’s muttered pleas. “Vitriol, Ray.”
Ray’s head snapped up. “Huh?”
“The word for the way Mr. Hammerschlein spoke to you is vitriol.” Fraser took great pleasure in watching Ray’s eyes light up. He ducked out of the way when Ray’s hand dropped down to muss up his hair.
“That’s it! Thanks, Frase. Get outta my chair.”
Fraser relinquished the chair peacefully and moved to his usual chair on the side of Ray’s desk. He smoothed his hair back and watched Ray scribble ‘vitriol’ into his notebook. “Ray?”
“Yeah, Frase?”
“I do enjoy watching you think.” Fraser made his voice low for that remark. It wouldn’t do to let everyone in the room hear it.
Ray looked sideways at Fraser and shook his head. “Weirdo.”
Fraser smiled, leaned back into his chair, and watched in silence as Ray went back to thinking.
Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: Due South
Pairing: Fraser/Ray K
Rating: G
Summary: Fraser watches Ray think.
Dis: Not mine. Belongs to Alliance. I just make them gay[er].
Author’s Notes: For the 15minuteficlets word. Also, I am now something of a “Due South” slut. Knew it was going to happen eventually.
Thought Processes
By Perpetual Motion
Sometimes, Fraser thought as he watched Ray fight to find the word he needed, Ray’s mind worked much too swiftly for Ray to keep up. He admitted to himself, silently, where Ray could not hear, that he had believed what the others seemed to think when they first met Ray. He had a assumed that Ray’s random grasping for words was somehow related to his lack of formal education past high school. He had assumed Ray ignorant. In truth, Ray was much more intelligent than most people would give him credit for. His mind was very quick and his thought processes were well worked and easy to understand if you took the time to learn them. Ray was an exceptionally smart man.
“What’s the word, Frase?” Ray snapped his fingers to get Fraser’s attention and started in on a list of synonyms to the word he was looking for.
Fraser knew exactly which word Ray was looking for, but every now and then he liked to stop and appreciate watching Ray think. Ray was a very kinetic man, and to see him really moving was a delight. His fingers were twitching, he was rocking back and forth on his feet, and his eyelashes fluttered. He was lovely when he was thinking. Fraser was tempted to pull Ray into the supply closet, but they had a case to work, and they had to get it done. The sooner they wrapped up the case, the sooner Fraser could pull Ray somewhere that was *not* the supply closet and find all new ways for his fingers to twitch.
“Mean…nasty…bitchy…” Ray was still trying to find the word. He started rocking back and forth with a bit more speed.
Fraser leaned forward and rescued Ray’s coffee cup from the edge of the desk, where it wouldn’t meet its demise thanks to Ray’s hip knocking against it without intention. He leaned back again and watched as Ray pressed his palms against the desk and let his head drop towards his chest. He was quite lovely in that pose, with his back bowed, and the lines of his body clear and sharp through his T-shirt. Fraser wished for a camera. With the way the light was slanting, it would make a very nice picture.
“Acidic…c’mon, c’mon.”
Fraser finally gave in to Ray’s muttered pleas. “Vitriol, Ray.”
Ray’s head snapped up. “Huh?”
“The word for the way Mr. Hammerschlein spoke to you is vitriol.” Fraser took great pleasure in watching Ray’s eyes light up. He ducked out of the way when Ray’s hand dropped down to muss up his hair.
“That’s it! Thanks, Frase. Get outta my chair.”
Fraser relinquished the chair peacefully and moved to his usual chair on the side of Ray’s desk. He smoothed his hair back and watched Ray scribble ‘vitriol’ into his notebook. “Ray?”
“Yeah, Frase?”
“I do enjoy watching you think.” Fraser made his voice low for that remark. It wouldn’t do to let everyone in the room hear it.
Ray looked sideways at Fraser and shook his head. “Weirdo.”
Fraser smiled, leaned back into his chair, and watched in silence as Ray went back to thinking.