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Stanley Raymond Kowalski eyed his brand-new partner carefully as he drove through the streets of Chicago.
Dinner had gone very well, considering; but Fraser had never completely relaxed and loosened up with him, which was not entirely unreasonable. They had talked easily enough during the meal, exchanging small talk, and starting to trade their life stories. Several times during the evening, it had seemed as if Fraser had wanted to tell him something, but had pulled back at the last moment. Maybe he just needed a little more time; to relax a bit more.
"Hey, Fraser." Stan said. "You want to stop by my place for some coffee?"
"Why, yes, Ray. That would be nice."
Kowalski smiled as he noticed that Fraser was having less and less difficulty referring to him as Ray as the night went on.
When they got to his apartment, Ray started the coffee brewing, then went into the bathroom to attend to a personal matter. Fraser followed him and started talking to him through the door.
"I'm sorry if I seemed distant at dinner. I didn't mean to. It's just... there's a lot I had to take in today."
"That's okay, Fraser. I understand completely. Don't worry about it." Ray noticed that Fraser seemed more willing to open up to him if they weren't actually face to face, so he stayed put inside the bathroom.
"And there is something I really should tell you. I'm pretty sure that it wasn't covered in the files on Ray Vecchio. Not the official files, anyway. But if you are going to do a complete job of being his cover and protecting him; and by extension, protecting yourself, you really should know everything. And what you do with this information, that is, how you decide to proceed, is entirely up to you.
"I mean, I'm not sure who exactly will be watching us, or how closely, or if they were watching before. I don't know what, or how much these people do or do not know. But it's always better to be safe than sorry."
Listening to the slightly muffled voice through the door, Ray was growing increasingly confused- and irritated. "Fraser, what are you babbling about?"
He opened the door and took one step through, and froze in utter shock. "Fraser, what in the hell are you doing?!"
The Mountie was standing before him clad only in his undershirt and boxer shorts, the rest of his clothes folded neatly on the floor next to him.
He looked slightly uncomfortable and was blushing, but he met Ray's gaze directly. "Well, Ray Vecchio and I had a very close relationship."
Fraser removed his t-shirt and Stan found himself staring at his partner's chest. It was firm, well-muscled, and very, very white.
"And if you are posing as Detective Vecchio, it only makes sense that you would perform the same activities he did. All his activities."
Fraser pushed his boxer shorts down to pool around his ankles. Ray let his gaze drop to Fraser's cock and linger there for awhile.
Finally, he trailed his gaze slowly up the other man's body, feeling a smile cross his face as he did so.
Oh, yeah. He was going to like this assignment just fine.
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