Roll of the Dice	  Roll of the Dice

 by chickwriter

  

 

 Disclaimer: The usual - they can keep the boys if they let me take them
out and play with them.

 Author's Notes: Thanks to my usual wonderful beta, Carla.

 Story Notes: This story was written as a thank you to Carla for her fan
pimpage, and a belated birthday pressie.

 

 

 "Fraser, them dice loaded?" 

 "Die." 

 "What?" 

 "Die, Ray. Two are 'dice', one--" 

 "Whatever, Fraser. It loaded?" 

 "Not that I'm aware of, Ray. This is the standard die that came with the
game." 

 "Hmm." 

 "Why do you ask?" 

 "We keep landing on the same square." 

 Fraser moved his plastic piece five squares and nudged Ray's aside to
make room. 

 "So it would seem, Ray." 

 "Hmm." 

 Silence settled over the two men as they both contemplated the game
board. Ray's lurid purple marker nestled close to the Mountie's red piece,
one side touching, like buddies, partners, friends. It kept happening.
Didn't matter which one of them would toss the dice...die, first one would
get ahead, then the other, but eventually, they'd catch up, land on the
same square. Together. Kind of like-- 

 "...Ray!" 

 The impatient word finally broke through. 

 "What, Fraser?" 

 "Ask me a question, Ray." 

 "Do you find me attractive?" 

 The Mountie leaned forward, hands splayed to either side of the board,
careful to not upset the game pieces. Smoky blue eyes stared at gray-green
ones, less than half a foot apart. The quick lick of a tongue across lower
lip morphed into a grin. 

 "Is that a non-sequitur, Ray?" 

 "What?" 

 "Never mind." 

 Fraser closed the insignificant distance, mouth capturing Ray's, board
game forgotten as hands slid across skin, tongues danced a familiar
rhythm, soft wet heat enveloping the two men as their bodies instinctively
pursued an age-old sport. 

 This was a game they could both play equally well. The lithe leanness of
one complemented the solid bulk of the other; each giving, each taking,
together and separate, always ending up in the same place, both winners.  

 "Very much so, Ray." 

 The words punctuated the quiet stillness of the semi-dark room. Both men
were lying on their backs, sides barely touching, their breathing still in
rhythm, but calming now, peaceful. 

 "Frase, is that one of them non-sek...nonsense...whatevers?" 

 "Non-sequiturs?" 

 Fraser rolled onto his left side and propped himself up on his elbow. He
skimmed his right hand down Ray's chest, letting it come to rest on the
blond's belly in a soft caress. 

 "Yeah." 

 Ray's voice was soft, low, content. 

 "I was answering your question from before." 

 "Hmm." 

 "Not that it matters at this juncture, Ray, but when I said to ask me a
question earlier, I was referring to the game. It was my turn." 

 Ray rolled to face Fraser, grinned and patted the other man's cheek. 

 "I knew that." 

 "Ah." 

 "I love you, too, Fraser." 

End Roll of the Dice by chickwriter: cybrcubana@yahoo.com

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