Ohhh...that's not a PWP, honey! That's a short story! Just beautiful. And ohmygod hot in the most poetic way.

So many lines just made me flail:

Usually Ray won't allow that—he prefers being on top of Fraser, or on his belly being taken from behind

I don't know why that gets to me, but it does. Ray not allowing. Ray being taken. So angsty-hot.

And now Fraser has him on his back, his right hand (his gun hand, his cuff hand) trapped within Fraser's grip

His gun hand, his cuff hand--oh....

Ray settles back again, a nervous shadow.

God, I love that image. Like Ray's this insubstantial thing, just a shadow until Fraser touches him again. *sighs*

Ray danced with her, and Fraser had to watch, had to bite his cheek, tasting bitterness.

And, ow! oh, god, yes, poor Fraser!

And then hothothot, and...

"I'm here," Fraser answers stupidly. "I'll always be here."

And the gun hand becomes the ring hand. And the reason Ray wouldn't lie on his back is that he hadn't figured that out till now. *sighs*

This piece is gorgeous from head to toe. As always, I just adore your F/K fiction. *hearts you big time*