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phineasjonesum. i never wanted to see fraser wrapped in meat. and i never want to see it again. ew.
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justbreathe80. perhaps a little long for comment porn. oops.
yay porn. fraser/kowalski. sleepy morning.
Ray opens his eyes when he feels a cool breeze hit his face. His window is open. Early sunlight pours over his pillow and the breeze has that cool dryness to it that lets him know that fall is on the way. He tugs the sheet up to cover his chilled shoulder and thinks about how his lips feel funny, weirdly sensitive. He's about to close his eyes again when he remembers. Last night. Fraser. Oh holy god.
But where's Fraser now? Definitely not in bed. This can't be good. Ray has no idea when Fraser left. It doesn't seem like him to sneak out in the middle of the night. But he must have. Which means he must have freaked out. Which means this was a bad idea. Which just… sucks.
Ray rolls over onto his back and - "Jesus!" There's Fraser. Standing at the foot of the bed. In the buff. Just standing there, looking down at Ray. Freak.
"Fraser, what the hell are you doing? You scared the crap out of me." Ray's voice is scratchy and quieter than he means it to be.
"Sorry, Ray. I was… just…" Fraser waves his hand in the direction of the bathroom and then it goes to his ear and tugs. "I didn't mean to… to… uh."
Ray hates himself for thinking it, but Fraser naked and embarrassed and unable to form a sentence is just freaking cute. He can't help but smile.
"Come back here," he says and Fraser looks relieved. And then Fraser looks, well, naked, and crawling up from the bottom of the bed and… all right. No freaking out here. This is good.
Fraser stops when he gets to Ray's waist, straddling his legs and sitting up. He runs his hands over the sheet that covers Ray, smoothing it over his chest and running his hands along Ray's sides and then up again, palming his nipples and whispering, "Ray," as he leans down and rubs his cheek over the thin cotton covering Ray's stomach, "I love the way you feel."
This is new. There was no talking last night. Lots of doing, but no talking. Which was nice. But this is nice too. Fraser's breath warming the sheet over his hips is definitely nice.
Ray pushes up with his hips, just a little. All this softness and barely-there touching is making him a little crazy. His dick brushes up against Fraser's chest and Fraser lifts his head and smiles. Then he crawls the rest of the way up until they're face to face and he eases himself slowly down over Ray. That's better. That's perfect. Fraser generates an obscene amount of warmth and right now that feels great. And now Ray can feel that they're both hard, pressed into each other's hips. He barely needs to move, just the pressure feels amazing.
Fraser drops his head to the side of Ray's and presses his face into Ray's neck. He drags his lips along the tendon there and then his tongue and then he bites down, softly and Ray can feel it in every nerve. He feels it everywhere and he groans as he pushes up against Fraser's hip. Fraser moans back at him, pressing down on him and biting and sucking at his neck and it's not perfect anymore. Ray needs skin and he needs it now.
His hands are caught under the sheet, but he flails them a little to get Fraser's attention and manages to gasp out, "Fraser. Sheet."
The only acknowledgment he gets is a brief pause in the sucking at his neck but then, after another roll of his hips, Fraser lifts up a little and looks at Ray. "Sheet," he says and nods. Ray hopes he didn't just ask for some weird sex thing in mountie language. He just wants the sheet gone. Now would be good.
Fraser sits up and straddles him again and when Ray makes to pull his arms out from the sheet to push it down, Fraser's hands come down on his wrists and when he looks, Fraser shakes his head slightly and crap, Ray totally asked for some weird mountie sex thing.
Fraser leans forward and pulls the sheet down, just off Ray's shoulders. He presses his tongue into the dip in Ray's collar bone, licking him like he's a tasty piece of evidence. That shouldn't be hot, Ray reminds himself.
Fraser lifts up again and folds the sheet about halfway down Ray's chest. Ray looks down at him and Fraser holds his gaze as he lowers his head and stretches his tongue to make just the softest brush over Ray's right nipple. Ray's breath catches and Fraser, still looking up at him, does it again, then again, then lowers his mouth over the nipple and sucks, his eyes finally falling close.
"Jesus God, Fraser," Ray pants. Fraser's mouth is so hot compared to all that air on his neck and his collar bone - places that Fraser left wet and cooling. And Ray's dick is so hard right now that it is everything he can do not to reach for it himself. But he got the message. Fraser didn't have to say it out loud. He has plans, clearly. And Ray is supposed to trust him. Does trust him. Just hopes he'll, you know, hurry.
Maybe Fraser can read his mind. Or maybe he heard that pathetic whimpery noise Ray just made. Anyway, he's moving again. He pushes the sheet down to Ray's waist and follows with his mouth, nipping and biting a path down across Ray's stomach. "Yeah, come on," Ray encourages. He can see where this is going now.
Fraser doesn't disappoint. He lifts the sheet and pulls it down over Ray's legs, shifting to the side to move it out from under himself . He pushes Ray's thighs apart and settles between them.
Ray can't look or he'll just lose it. Fraser down there, face hovering over his dick. It's just too much. He squeezes his eyes closed and just feels it - Fraser breathing over the head of his cock, his hand coming up around the base. And then there's his tongue, sliding up the whole length before he sucks the head into his mouth. He holds it there a second and then makes the tiniest little sucking motion, just on the head and that's it. Fraser's going to tease him to death. What a way to go.
Ray pushes his hips up, just enough to let Fraser know that he can't take much more of this. Fraser gets the message. He wraps that hand on him all the way around and his other hand comes down on his hip, holding him down. And Ray loves that. Loves how he can feel how strong Fraser's hands are. Just like he's always known Fraser's hands would feel.
And then Fraser takes the rest of him in his mouth and Ray is not having any more mushy thoughts because Christ on a crutch that kind of suction should not be legal. Doesn't seem very mountie-like, at any rate.
Ray suddenly realizes his hands are free now and he reaches down to Fraser's head, to his hair. He tries his hardest to be gentle and not pull too hard, lets the tension come out his mouth instead, "God. Fraser. Yeah. God."
He's close now, so close. He feels Fraser's hand leave his hip and, holy fuck, push up under his ass. And maybe he and Fraser should have talked just a little bit more because there are some things that he just hasn't done and maybe he will do them, you know, one day, but he really hasn't thought this through. He should say something. Like maybe now.
But he makes the mistake of opening his eyes and looking down to say it and, "Ffff" is all he gets out when he sees Fraser's mouth moving up and down on his dick and the way Fraser is sort of writhing, rubbing himself on the sheets. When he feels Fraser's finger pressing, oh Christ, there, it's too late and it doesn't matter because he is gone. Over the edge, coming hard into Fraser's mouth. And Fraser's swallowing it all down, making happy little humming noises.
When he gets his brain back, he sees Fraser crawling up the bed again and he rolls to face him when he drops down beside him. He runs his hand down Fraser's chest and keeps going til he gets to the mess around Fraser's mostly soft cock.
"You were pretty into that, huh?" he smirks at Fraser's blush. Fraser just grins shyly - yeah, now is the time to get shy - and snakes an arm around Ray, pulling him closer.
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justbreathe80. perhaps a little long for comment porn. oops.yay porn. fraser/kowalski. sleepy morning.
Ray opens his eyes when he feels a cool breeze hit his face. His window is open. Early sunlight pours over his pillow and the breeze has that cool dryness to it that lets him know that fall is on the way. He tugs the sheet up to cover his chilled shoulder and thinks about how his lips feel funny, weirdly sensitive. He's about to close his eyes again when he remembers. Last night. Fraser. Oh holy god.
But where's Fraser now? Definitely not in bed. This can't be good. Ray has no idea when Fraser left. It doesn't seem like him to sneak out in the middle of the night. But he must have. Which means he must have freaked out. Which means this was a bad idea. Which just… sucks.
Ray rolls over onto his back and - "Jesus!" There's Fraser. Standing at the foot of the bed. In the buff. Just standing there, looking down at Ray. Freak.
"Fraser, what the hell are you doing? You scared the crap out of me." Ray's voice is scratchy and quieter than he means it to be.
"Sorry, Ray. I was… just…" Fraser waves his hand in the direction of the bathroom and then it goes to his ear and tugs. "I didn't mean to… to… uh."
Ray hates himself for thinking it, but Fraser naked and embarrassed and unable to form a sentence is just freaking cute. He can't help but smile.
"Come back here," he says and Fraser looks relieved. And then Fraser looks, well, naked, and crawling up from the bottom of the bed and… all right. No freaking out here. This is good.
Fraser stops when he gets to Ray's waist, straddling his legs and sitting up. He runs his hands over the sheet that covers Ray, smoothing it over his chest and running his hands along Ray's sides and then up again, palming his nipples and whispering, "Ray," as he leans down and rubs his cheek over the thin cotton covering Ray's stomach, "I love the way you feel."
This is new. There was no talking last night. Lots of doing, but no talking. Which was nice. But this is nice too. Fraser's breath warming the sheet over his hips is definitely nice.
Ray pushes up with his hips, just a little. All this softness and barely-there touching is making him a little crazy. His dick brushes up against Fraser's chest and Fraser lifts his head and smiles. Then he crawls the rest of the way up until they're face to face and he eases himself slowly down over Ray. That's better. That's perfect. Fraser generates an obscene amount of warmth and right now that feels great. And now Ray can feel that they're both hard, pressed into each other's hips. He barely needs to move, just the pressure feels amazing.
Fraser drops his head to the side of Ray's and presses his face into Ray's neck. He drags his lips along the tendon there and then his tongue and then he bites down, softly and Ray can feel it in every nerve. He feels it everywhere and he groans as he pushes up against Fraser's hip. Fraser moans back at him, pressing down on him and biting and sucking at his neck and it's not perfect anymore. Ray needs skin and he needs it now.
His hands are caught under the sheet, but he flails them a little to get Fraser's attention and manages to gasp out, "Fraser. Sheet."
The only acknowledgment he gets is a brief pause in the sucking at his neck but then, after another roll of his hips, Fraser lifts up a little and looks at Ray. "Sheet," he says and nods. Ray hopes he didn't just ask for some weird sex thing in mountie language. He just wants the sheet gone. Now would be good.
Fraser sits up and straddles him again and when Ray makes to pull his arms out from the sheet to push it down, Fraser's hands come down on his wrists and when he looks, Fraser shakes his head slightly and crap, Ray totally asked for some weird mountie sex thing.
Fraser leans forward and pulls the sheet down, just off Ray's shoulders. He presses his tongue into the dip in Ray's collar bone, licking him like he's a tasty piece of evidence. That shouldn't be hot, Ray reminds himself.
Fraser lifts up again and folds the sheet about halfway down Ray's chest. Ray looks down at him and Fraser holds his gaze as he lowers his head and stretches his tongue to make just the softest brush over Ray's right nipple. Ray's breath catches and Fraser, still looking up at him, does it again, then again, then lowers his mouth over the nipple and sucks, his eyes finally falling close.
"Jesus God, Fraser," Ray pants. Fraser's mouth is so hot compared to all that air on his neck and his collar bone - places that Fraser left wet and cooling. And Ray's dick is so hard right now that it is everything he can do not to reach for it himself. But he got the message. Fraser didn't have to say it out loud. He has plans, clearly. And Ray is supposed to trust him. Does trust him. Just hopes he'll, you know, hurry.
Maybe Fraser can read his mind. Or maybe he heard that pathetic whimpery noise Ray just made. Anyway, he's moving again. He pushes the sheet down to Ray's waist and follows with his mouth, nipping and biting a path down across Ray's stomach. "Yeah, come on," Ray encourages. He can see where this is going now.
Fraser doesn't disappoint. He lifts the sheet and pulls it down over Ray's legs, shifting to the side to move it out from under himself . He pushes Ray's thighs apart and settles between them.
Ray can't look or he'll just lose it. Fraser down there, face hovering over his dick. It's just too much. He squeezes his eyes closed and just feels it - Fraser breathing over the head of his cock, his hand coming up around the base. And then there's his tongue, sliding up the whole length before he sucks the head into his mouth. He holds it there a second and then makes the tiniest little sucking motion, just on the head and that's it. Fraser's going to tease him to death. What a way to go.
Ray pushes his hips up, just enough to let Fraser know that he can't take much more of this. Fraser gets the message. He wraps that hand on him all the way around and his other hand comes down on his hip, holding him down. And Ray loves that. Loves how he can feel how strong Fraser's hands are. Just like he's always known Fraser's hands would feel.
And then Fraser takes the rest of him in his mouth and Ray is not having any more mushy thoughts because Christ on a crutch that kind of suction should not be legal. Doesn't seem very mountie-like, at any rate.
Ray suddenly realizes his hands are free now and he reaches down to Fraser's head, to his hair. He tries his hardest to be gentle and not pull too hard, lets the tension come out his mouth instead, "God. Fraser. Yeah. God."
He's close now, so close. He feels Fraser's hand leave his hip and, holy fuck, push up under his ass. And maybe he and Fraser should have talked just a little bit more because there are some things that he just hasn't done and maybe he will do them, you know, one day, but he really hasn't thought this through. He should say something. Like maybe now.
But he makes the mistake of opening his eyes and looking down to say it and, "Ffff" is all he gets out when he sees Fraser's mouth moving up and down on his dick and the way Fraser is sort of writhing, rubbing himself on the sheets. When he feels Fraser's finger pressing, oh Christ, there, it's too late and it doesn't matter because he is gone. Over the edge, coming hard into Fraser's mouth. And Fraser's swallowing it all down, making happy little humming noises.
When he gets his brain back, he sees Fraser crawling up the bed again and he rolls to face him when he drops down beside him. He runs his hand down Fraser's chest and keeps going til he gets to the mess around Fraser's mostly soft cock.
"You were pretty into that, huh?" he smirks at Fraser's blush. Fraser just grins shyly - yeah, now is the time to get shy - and snakes an arm around Ray, pulling him closer.
