prompt .23 Canadian wildlife (F/K, 212 words)

Apr 25, 2011 21:09

Ray didn’t get it when they were still in Chicago, why everyone fell all over themselves around Fraser.  He didn’t get the uniform thing, with that bright red and the ridiculous pumpkin pants.  As far as the rest, the polite thing and the chiseled features and the regulation haircut; it all seemed just a little too perfect to Ray.

But now, when Ray’s not concentrating all of his attention and energy on not freezing to death, he watches Fraser in his rumpled clothing, his uncombed hair and his multi-day stubble, killing, gutting, skinning, and cooking things for them to eat, cursing slightly under his breath when the dogs get tangled up, and looking determined to keep them safe and sometimes, even downright giddy to be surrounded by all that snow.  And it does things to Ray, makes him steal a few quiet moments to fantasize about a cabin, and stretching out naked on a bearskin rug (what? There’s a reason clichés are popular enough to be clichéd), and Fraser holding him down and doing extremely impolite things to him.

So Ray pines, but he’s patient, for once.  Because he has a feeling that, now that he gets it, he’s one of the few who really gets it, when it comes to Fraser.

ds_aprilfools, f/k

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