Backseat Driver ~ Double Drabble

Fraser waited by the baggage carousel for fifteen minutes and then waited outside the terminal for another half hour, his anxiety admittedly growing with each passing moment.

Ray wouldn’t leave him again— not this Ray.

“I never liked that Yank,” his father said, sitting beside him. “You can tell the measure of a man by his--”

“You know very well how Ray measures up,” Fraser said crossly.

“No need to be crass, son.”

Fraser rubbed his brow. “I’m going to call Ray, I’m sure he’s just been held up.”

“Perhaps he forgot what time you were arriving,” his father added helpfully. Fraser ignored him and went to look for a pay phone.

Ray pulled up to the curb as Fraser searched for change. “Yo, Fraser!” Ray tapped his fingers impatiently on the steering wheel as Fraser threw his bags in the backseat, but he was grinning when Fraser slid in beside him. Fraser shivered when Ray’s fingers tapped along the seat between them and ended with a sensual staccato along Fraser’s wrist.

Fraser saw his father appear in the rearview mirror before his head poked forward. “If you boys wouldn’t mind dropping me--”

“No,” they replied in unison.

Fin