He'd thought about it - telling him - but every time he opened his mouth all that came out were bitchy remarks. He knew this because Frannie told him so.

"Leave Fraser alone," she kept saying. "He's Canadian. He doesn't get you."

Ray was pretty sure she was wrong about that. He really hoped she was wrong about that. Because if Benny didn't get him then the sky wasn't blue and the sun set in the east and Fraser would've said something if the world had turned upside down.

So. Fraser got him and Ray got Fraser. But Benny was too damn polite to explore what that meant and Ray? Ray was too chicken. Too worried about Ma and the guys at the precinct and the vague irritation of a god he didn't really believe in.

That left him where? On Benny's excuse for a couch, his mouth flapping open and closed like some stunned goldfish. If you can't say something nice then don't say anything at all.

Eureka! Ray smacked his forehead with the heel of his hand but before Benny could respond Ray grabbed his shoulder and drew him in, two pairs of warm lips coming together in sweet collision. He felt Fraser's eager response and smiled into his mouth.

If you can't say something nice ...