Open RP: Ray and Fraser fall into the common room.

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So, Ray had been having a good day, and a bad day. First, he'd gotten locked into a room with his partner by a girl who totally had it comin', now.

That's bad.

Then, he figured out he got locked in because someone'd figured out they both had the hotness goin' on for one another. Huh, crazy, right? A bent Mountie? Who woulda thought? Heh. Now all he had goin' on was a Ralph Wiggum voice going 'I bent my Mountie'.

heheh.

Oh, right. That's good.

Then, just as they were about to go for the good stuff, they got out of the secret passage they were stuck in and tumbled, ass-first, into the Gryffindor Common Room, both of them in rather obviously... rumpled clothing.

Uh. That's bad.

Of course, they were closer to a bed now. That's good...

((ETA: The last thread goes NSFW.))

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[youreafreak.livejournal.com]

... it was a damn fine start, to be honest, in terms of rough. "Fraser. C'mon. There are so many fine four-letter words in the English language. Hell. Damn. Fuck. Rough an' tumble language. An' I mean I will trade literally anything. I'll let you drive the Goat." No matter how much him driving made Ray insane.

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Oh, for goodness' sake. Fraser reddened slightly. "Ray," he muttered, scruffing chidingly at the blonde spikes he'd been toying with. "I appreciate the offer, but no. And even if I did want to, your car is still in Chicago," he pointed out, "and as we have no immediate plans to leave Scotland, that would be extremely delayed gratification for me."

Chicago... for the first time, the thought of returning to the States was really kind of troubling. He frowned and pushed it aside, tightening his arm around Ray's waist.

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"I will get you," he promises, "onna these days." His eyes narrow just a little, considering, at Fraser's frown. "It's part 'a my loosen up the mountie plan. I figure I better go with the what do you call it.." He makes a rolling motion in the air with his fingers. "Momentum. I mean, I got you doin' flannel days and now I got you naked. That's progress, yeah?"

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"Of a sort," Fraser agreed, though now he was a bit preoccupied. It took him a moment for Ray's words to fully register, but then he blinked and pulled back a bit to look at Ray with a curious, crooked grin. "Ah, so this is all to... to 'loosen me up,' then, is it? I see." There was loose for you, Ray Kowalski -- he was making jokes. And not, he decided firmly, thinking about Chicago, which was thousands of miles and a long time away.

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"Well, y'know. There's... anti-Larry benefits to the whole program." Ancillary. Whatever. Y'know, like getting his brain melted. Benefits. ... wait. "... you were kidding there, weren't you? Just for a second?" Hah! Win! He grins and steals a kiss. "I gotta write this stuff down on a calendar. Hey, we need a calendar in here."

He was way more awake, now -- all this chatter'd gotten his blood going. Now he really wanted a cigarette. Which, hell. They were all the way back in his room. He leaned in to kiss Fraser, just something slow and lazy, and then leans back as if to get up. "I gotta go get somethin'."

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Anti-Larry? Fraser's mind whirred blankly, then clicked. "I think you mean ancillary, Ray," he tried, assuming it wasn't just another slang thing he was missing out on. He tried and failed to stifle a grin -- he didn't want to hurt his feelings, but that was really kind of charming in an odd, Ray-ish sort of way. "And, yes. Only for a second." God forbid he ruin his reputation, after all.

Fraser was unbelievably comfortable, more comfortable than he'd been in years, lying here like this, and when Ray kissed him like that he thought his heart might just burst out of his chest. He sighed blissfully and closed his eyes and leaned in to kiss him back, just in time for Ray to try and get up. Wait, what? Fraser opened his eyes again and frowned, his arms tightening around him. "What?"

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"You should do the kidding thing more often. Looks good on you." Mmm, and so would chocolate sauce. Ahem. Focus, Ray. He laughed when Fraser wouldn't let him up and rubbed his hands across Fraser's shoulders.

"My stuff. Y'know, about all of it." It's not like Fraser didn't know he smoked, right? He probably smelled it on his jacket when he came in sometimes. "Clean shorts. Cigarettes. That kinda thing."

[themountie.livejournal.com]

Oh, no. Ray was not doing any of the following any time soon: getting dressed, smoking up his room, or going off to smoke somewhere else. Ray was not getting out of the bed for any non-vital reason, in fact, not if Fraser had anything to say about it.

"No, I don't think so," he said placidly. "I would really prefer you not to smoke, Ray. And... well, the only reason you would need clean clothes at the present juncture is to go outside, and while I can't actively stop you from doing so..." He rubbed his back lightly, leaning in for another kiss. "I would rather you not."

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Smoke!

But... but kiss...

... but smoke!

He let Fraser distract him for a little bit, pull him down into those kisses and mm, y'know? You can get used to this. Still, tho, he has things he's gotta say. "Fraser... mmm, look, you won't like me without my smokytreats. Headaches and cranky..."

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That made him smirk. "Ray, I've known you for two years." If he thought he hadn't seen him cranky by now, he was a little unhinged.

"Besides which, I'm sure I can do something to alleviate any symptoms you might have." As if offering an example, he dipped his head and kissed the hollow of his throat, then shifted to rest his head comfortably on his shoulder. "I'm not overly fond of the taste of cigarettes."

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.....

... dammit.

"I am not responsible for my behavior when I'm in withdrawl, Fraser." He was very firm on this. Firm as the places Fraser was putting his hands. "Whatever happens, it's your fault."

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Oh. Well. Hmmm. A bit more hand-wandering seemed to be in order. Also, more kissing, perhaps. "Very well, Ray. I accept full responsibility."

Ha. He'd won that one. And if Ray really did become unbearable, well, now Fraser had all sorts of new methods of distraction at his disposal.

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"Damn right you do. And you better be free with the headache cures." Whether that's a neckrub, backrub, or just... oh hello, Fraser's hand... that, there better be a lot of it. "And you're not gettin' me all healthy or anything. I'm still going with coffee when it's light out, and beer when it's not."

There had to be rules, dammit.

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If he were feeling argumentative, he'd point out that getting Ray healthy would take a lot more than weaning him off coffee and alcohol, but Fraser was in a... generous mood. "Mmmhmm," he agreed vaguely, gently pushing Ray onto his back. "As you wish, Ray."

Ray wanted cigarettes; he wanted to keep Ray in bed as long as possible. He had a goal in mind, and Fraser with a goal could be terribly stubborn. Wandering hands and all.