Author's Notes: ds_flashfiction response (the Dirty challenge). Thanks to ToraK for the beta.

He doesn't know how Fraser keeps so clean. None of the dirt and grime that they roll in day after day ever sticks. No matter what, Fraser stays above it, all shiny ideals and sharp pressed edges of right and wrong.

Ray's not like that. He's crumpled and stained, and he can scrub until it hurts but it's gone way deeper than his skin. Sometimes he just wants to climb inside Fraser, touch that purity and let it wash him clean again.

But he knows that it can't. And he can't, not ever. His touch will make Fraser dirty instead.