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Apr. 16th, 2007 06:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
phineasjonesso, frankly, i was tired of thinking about bach by this morning. and decided to let myself spend a while thinking about ray and fraser having sleepy morning sex instead. and then i wrote it down. and so now i have a little pwp to share.
the next just sky
fraser/kowalski, R
app. 1,000 words
He'd thought about it, imagined it, before. This morning, though, with the soft light slanting through the half-closed blinds making the stubble on Ray's cheek sparkle like glitter and Ray's face, beautiful and peaceful on the pillow next to his-this morning he couldn't stop thinking about it. Fraser was half-awake and aroused before he was even conscious of where his thoughts were taking him.
He rolled to the side and reached in the drawer of Ray's bedside table for the little plastic bottle he knew he'd find there. Lying on his back, he drew up his knees slowly, trying to be as still and silent as possible so as not to wake Ray. His slick fingers were cold but his body relaxed quickly, still slack with sleep. Fraser breathed as deeply and quietly as he could as he felt himself open around his own fingers. He turned his face to Ray's and gasped as his fingers slid farther, easier, and he knew he was ready.
He removed his hand and dropped his knees, shifting onto his side and reaching for Ray. He didn't try to wake him first, didn't speak, just slid his warm hand under the sheets and cupped him, softly at first, then slowly beginning to stroke and pull.
Ray made soft sounds, mph, and turned his face into the pillow. Fraser squeezed lightly and ran his thumb over the head of Ray's cock. Ray gasped quickly, twice, then opened bleary eyes to look at Fraser.
"Frrz-," he gasped again, "whhh-." He looked so beautifully confused, it took real effort for Fraser not to kiss him, to just get lost in the dry warmth of his waking lips.
"Ray," he said, then stilled his hand until Ray could keep his eyes open and focused on Fraser's face. He rolled over onto his stomach and pushed the pillows out of the way, stretching his hands above his head. Turning back to face Ray over his shoulder, he whispered, "Come here."
Ray obeyed instantly, instinctively, pushing up and stretching himself along Fraser's back. Fraser spread his legs and groaned to feel Ray's cock pressing between his buttocks.
Ray stilled suddenly and appeared to struggle to speak in this half-asleep state.
"Wait. We ca- where's the-" and then just another mmmph against Fraser's shoulder as Fraser pushed back and up against him.
"I'm ready, Ray." Fraser spoke as firmly as he could. He wanted to be sure Ray would trust him, even if he was too sleepy to fully understand.
"Oh, God," Ray murmured against his skin. Apparently, he understood. Ray shifted up onto one elbow and brought his other hand down between them, checking Fraser's preparations for himself. Fraser gasped and couldn't help pressing forward a little, seeking friction with the bed beneath him.
Ray removed his hand and pushed himself up further, lining them up and beginning to press against Fraser. Fraser closed his eyes and reached out with his other senses, feeling the effort and strain it was costing Ray to move so slowly and gently, feeling his own body relax again and let Ray in. Ray sank into him and over him, laying his chest flat against Fraser's back and turning his head to mouth Fraser's shoulder as he held them both completely still for a moment.
Ray began to rock his hips, as gentle and slow as his warm, damp breath against Fraser's shoulder. Fraser moved with him, in counterpoint to him, forward into the bed, backward into Ray. Ray's hand came up to grip Fraser's upper arm, then smoothed down past his elbow, along his forearm to his hand. He twined his fingers through Fraser's and tightened his hand in time with the slow, deliberate thrust of his hips.
Fraser shuddered and gasped. He wondered how it could be that, with all they'd done together, that clench of their hands, there on the bed beside his face, suddenly felt like the most personal of touches, like a whole new level of intimacy.
He wanted to tell Ray this. To make sure he understood as well. That this meant something. That it was one thing to go on as they had been, "fucking," as Ray would say, at the end of long days of frustrating work. Giving physical release to the tensions of their jobs, the tensions of their partnership.
This was different. There was no tension here. There was no drive toward release. Fraser had been dreaming of this, longing for it. Ray had touched (kissed, licked, sucked) places on Fraser's body that he himself had never thought to touch before. But they had never held hands, never simply embraced or caressed. Not like this.
"Ray," it came out in a raspy whisper. He found he couldn't say anything else. He was lost in the sensation of being completely surrounded by Ray, body against his back, arms around his sides, the bed holding them together.
"Yeah, Fraser, yeah." Ray had incrementally increased the speed and pressure of his thrusting and Fraser responded, moving further back and forth, slowly clenching and releasing. Ray made soft grunts and gasps against his back. Warmth welled inside Fraser. It felt like falling, the sudden swirl of sensation low in his gut, the tingling in his spine. He knew he was close and he tried to urge Ray forward without speaking, with just motion and the squeeze of his fingers around Ray's.
He came moments before Ray did, listening to Ray's murmured litany--"Fraser. Fraser. Fraser"-and feeling the last three thrusts, slow and strong, before Ray stilled around and above him. Then he felt only the pulse inside of him and Ray's labored breathing for a long moment until Ray lay back down against him, quiet and limp.
They lay like that for what could have been hours but was more likely mere minutes. Breathing together, hands still intertwined. Finally, Ray slid out and off to Fraser's side, bringing their faces close and pushing the slightly sweaty hair off of Fraser's forehead.
"Huh," Ray said softly.
"Hm?" Fraser looked into his face, wondering what Ray meant.
"I never thought I liked morning sex." He smiled softly.
"I always thought I would," Fraser paused, "I've been wanting this."
"I noticed," Ray smiled again, wider. "I think you should get what you want more often," he said, before leaning in and brushing his lips over Fraser's.
Fraser closed his eyes. He could barely imagine.
the next just sky
fraser/kowalski, R
app. 1,000 words
He'd thought about it, imagined it, before. This morning, though, with the soft light slanting through the half-closed blinds making the stubble on Ray's cheek sparkle like glitter and Ray's face, beautiful and peaceful on the pillow next to his-this morning he couldn't stop thinking about it. Fraser was half-awake and aroused before he was even conscious of where his thoughts were taking him.
He rolled to the side and reached in the drawer of Ray's bedside table for the little plastic bottle he knew he'd find there. Lying on his back, he drew up his knees slowly, trying to be as still and silent as possible so as not to wake Ray. His slick fingers were cold but his body relaxed quickly, still slack with sleep. Fraser breathed as deeply and quietly as he could as he felt himself open around his own fingers. He turned his face to Ray's and gasped as his fingers slid farther, easier, and he knew he was ready.
He removed his hand and dropped his knees, shifting onto his side and reaching for Ray. He didn't try to wake him first, didn't speak, just slid his warm hand under the sheets and cupped him, softly at first, then slowly beginning to stroke and pull.
Ray made soft sounds, mph, and turned his face into the pillow. Fraser squeezed lightly and ran his thumb over the head of Ray's cock. Ray gasped quickly, twice, then opened bleary eyes to look at Fraser.
"Frrz-," he gasped again, "whhh-." He looked so beautifully confused, it took real effort for Fraser not to kiss him, to just get lost in the dry warmth of his waking lips.
"Ray," he said, then stilled his hand until Ray could keep his eyes open and focused on Fraser's face. He rolled over onto his stomach and pushed the pillows out of the way, stretching his hands above his head. Turning back to face Ray over his shoulder, he whispered, "Come here."
Ray obeyed instantly, instinctively, pushing up and stretching himself along Fraser's back. Fraser spread his legs and groaned to feel Ray's cock pressing between his buttocks.
Ray stilled suddenly and appeared to struggle to speak in this half-asleep state.
"Wait. We ca- where's the-" and then just another mmmph against Fraser's shoulder as Fraser pushed back and up against him.
"I'm ready, Ray." Fraser spoke as firmly as he could. He wanted to be sure Ray would trust him, even if he was too sleepy to fully understand.
"Oh, God," Ray murmured against his skin. Apparently, he understood. Ray shifted up onto one elbow and brought his other hand down between them, checking Fraser's preparations for himself. Fraser gasped and couldn't help pressing forward a little, seeking friction with the bed beneath him.
Ray removed his hand and pushed himself up further, lining them up and beginning to press against Fraser. Fraser closed his eyes and reached out with his other senses, feeling the effort and strain it was costing Ray to move so slowly and gently, feeling his own body relax again and let Ray in. Ray sank into him and over him, laying his chest flat against Fraser's back and turning his head to mouth Fraser's shoulder as he held them both completely still for a moment.
Ray began to rock his hips, as gentle and slow as his warm, damp breath against Fraser's shoulder. Fraser moved with him, in counterpoint to him, forward into the bed, backward into Ray. Ray's hand came up to grip Fraser's upper arm, then smoothed down past his elbow, along his forearm to his hand. He twined his fingers through Fraser's and tightened his hand in time with the slow, deliberate thrust of his hips.
Fraser shuddered and gasped. He wondered how it could be that, with all they'd done together, that clench of their hands, there on the bed beside his face, suddenly felt like the most personal of touches, like a whole new level of intimacy.
He wanted to tell Ray this. To make sure he understood as well. That this meant something. That it was one thing to go on as they had been, "fucking," as Ray would say, at the end of long days of frustrating work. Giving physical release to the tensions of their jobs, the tensions of their partnership.
This was different. There was no tension here. There was no drive toward release. Fraser had been dreaming of this, longing for it. Ray had touched (kissed, licked, sucked) places on Fraser's body that he himself had never thought to touch before. But they had never held hands, never simply embraced or caressed. Not like this.
"Ray," it came out in a raspy whisper. He found he couldn't say anything else. He was lost in the sensation of being completely surrounded by Ray, body against his back, arms around his sides, the bed holding them together.
"Yeah, Fraser, yeah." Ray had incrementally increased the speed and pressure of his thrusting and Fraser responded, moving further back and forth, slowly clenching and releasing. Ray made soft grunts and gasps against his back. Warmth welled inside Fraser. It felt like falling, the sudden swirl of sensation low in his gut, the tingling in his spine. He knew he was close and he tried to urge Ray forward without speaking, with just motion and the squeeze of his fingers around Ray's.
He came moments before Ray did, listening to Ray's murmured litany--"Fraser. Fraser. Fraser"-and feeling the last three thrusts, slow and strong, before Ray stilled around and above him. Then he felt only the pulse inside of him and Ray's labored breathing for a long moment until Ray lay back down against him, quiet and limp.
They lay like that for what could have been hours but was more likely mere minutes. Breathing together, hands still intertwined. Finally, Ray slid out and off to Fraser's side, bringing their faces close and pushing the slightly sweaty hair off of Fraser's forehead.
"Huh," Ray said softly.
"Hm?" Fraser looked into his face, wondering what Ray meant.
"I never thought I liked morning sex." He smiled softly.
"I always thought I would," Fraser paused, "I've been wanting this."
"I noticed," Ray smiled again, wider. "I think you should get what you want more often," he said, before leaning in and brushing his lips over Fraser's.
Fraser closed his eyes. He could barely imagine.
