"Turn around so I can look at you properly," Fraser said behind him, and Ray bit back the question of how exactly that was so different than creeping up behind him and looking in the mirror, because that wouldn't really have been in the spirit of the occasion.

So instead, he turned on a dime and made an overdramatic gesture with his arms, then watched Fraser take him in, all the way from the bow tie that he'd practised so long to do up properly, to the dress shirt and the cut of his suit jacket that gave his silhouette perfect definition.


"You look good," Fraser managed and Ray stepped closer, kissed him full on the lips by way of thanks and laced the fingers of his left hand through Fraser's , leading Fraser to follow him through the door while his other hand closed tightly around the small box in his jacket pocket.