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butterfly wrote me Fraser pov Ray/Ray last week, and I promised her porn in return. This isn't exactly what I meant to write, but I hope it works anyway.
Thank you tolynnmonster for quick beta.
*****
The tension is fairly radiating from Ray when I get home; the emotion is almost visible, a halo or an aura around his head where he sits, staring down at our table.
Dief raises himself from Ray's feet as I come in. He gives me a pointed, worried look, but I've already noticed that there's trouble.
I take off my boots, my coat, putting everything in its proper place, and then I come around behind Ray's chair and place my hands on his shoulders. His muscles tighten under my touch, but after a moment they relax, and he leans back against me.
"I didn't make dinner," Ray says. His voice is aggressive, almost challenging, despite his body language.
"There's some leftover stew I could heat up for us," I say.
Ray twists out of my grip, and pushes away the chair to stand. He takes a few steps, moving his body to face away from me. "You've been working all day, Fraser. I've been sitting here doing nothing."
I bite my lip at that, and move around him to the kitchen. I've just put the stew on to simmer when I feel Ray's presence behind me.
"You don't have to do that, you know."
I don't turn to face him. "I'm not doing anything I don't want to do here, Ray."
Ray says, very quietly, "I'm not either, Fraser."
At that I do turn. Ray looks awful, frankly, exhausted and worried, but not, I believe, *unhappy* -- and that's a deep relief.
He smiles at me crookedly, and I raise my hand to move a piece of hair away from his forehead, one of my fingers brushing against the side of his glasses as I do so.
Ray doesn't care for his glasses, I know, but I've always found them endearing. He looks younger in them, more earnest, perhaps. I let my fingers follow the frames, across his temples and back to his ears.
"Filling out more stuff today," Ray says, by way of explanation.
I turn off the burner behind me, and then I lift both hands to carefully remove his glasses, fold them, and place them on the counter.
Ray blinks at me, his eyes adjusting to the difference in his eyesight. I rest my arms around his waist and kiss him gently. He opens up to me, in a way that still takes me by surprise.
This man. My friend, my *partner*. Ray.
It is something amazing, to agree to share your life with someone, something I don't think I will ever become accustomed to. Ray is giving up -- has given up -- a great deal to be here, and I wonder sometimes if he understands just how much I...
I move back from Ray, and move us around, firmly, till Ray's back rests against the counter. I kiss him again, and then kneel down on the floor before him.
"I'm a jerk." Ray's hands move gently in my hair as he speaks.
I address myself to his groin as I unbutton and unzip his jeans. "I don't want you to be unhappy."
"Fraser--" Ray's voice is exasperated, but he cuts himself off as I pull down his shorts and take him in hand. He hardens quickly, with only a few strokes, and then I lean forward to take him in my mouth.
Ray is not the first person I have done this with, but somehow the simple motions of sex seem to take on a profound intimacy with him. I taste him, I take him inside me, I hold his hips in my hands as I close my eyes. And Ray responds, his body moving along with me, answering each movement of my own.
"Aw, jesus," Ray says faintly. I can feel him trying to move his legs further apart, but he is hobbled by the jeans still halfway down his thighs. "Fraser, wait a sec--"
I pull off slowly, leaning back on haunches. I look up at him, not bothering to wipe my mouth off, and Ray shivers a little as he looks down at me. He pulls me up by my shoulders, tugging me into a kiss.
I angle my body away from him, but Ray reaches one hand out between us, working on the clasps to my own trousers. He takes my penis in his hand and presses against me, chest against mine, groin against mine, his fingers moving quickly and strongly as he kisses me.
I hold onto him and try to breathe. I am already close, simply from sucking Ray, and it is only a few strokes before it comes over me, shaking through me with a fierce joy as I ejaculate into his hand.
His hand continues to move slowly upon me, until finally I take Ray's hand in my own, and move it to clutch his own erection. I keep my hand wrapped around his, urging him to move, and I tilt my head forward to follow our joint movements as we stroke him. It's amazing to watch -- the head of his penis slipping in and out of our grip as we move, as Ray's hips thrust forward and back.
Ray lets out a loud groan. He rests his forehead foreward against mine, and we both gaze down as his orgasm hits him, his semen jerking over both of our hands and his trousers.
Ray kisses me again, wiping both of our hands against his jeans as he does so, and then pulls away, tucking himself back in. I do likewise, and head to the sink to wash my hands.
When I'm washing away the lather, Ray says, "Tomorrow I'll make dinner, all right?"
I turn around, drying my hands on a dish towel. "That's fine, Ray. Do you want to set the table?"
Ray moves around me to take the dishes down from the cabinet, and I turn the burner back on beneath the stew.
butterfly wrote me Fraser pov Ray/Ray last week, and I promised her porn in return. This isn't exactly what I meant to write, but I hope it works anyway.Thank you to
lynnmonster for quick beta.*****
The tension is fairly radiating from Ray when I get home; the emotion is almost visible, a halo or an aura around his head where he sits, staring down at our table.
Dief raises himself from Ray's feet as I come in. He gives me a pointed, worried look, but I've already noticed that there's trouble.
I take off my boots, my coat, putting everything in its proper place, and then I come around behind Ray's chair and place my hands on his shoulders. His muscles tighten under my touch, but after a moment they relax, and he leans back against me.
"I didn't make dinner," Ray says. His voice is aggressive, almost challenging, despite his body language.
"There's some leftover stew I could heat up for us," I say.
Ray twists out of my grip, and pushes away the chair to stand. He takes a few steps, moving his body to face away from me. "You've been working all day, Fraser. I've been sitting here doing nothing."
I bite my lip at that, and move around him to the kitchen. I've just put the stew on to simmer when I feel Ray's presence behind me.
"You don't have to do that, you know."
I don't turn to face him. "I'm not doing anything I don't want to do here, Ray."
Ray says, very quietly, "I'm not either, Fraser."
At that I do turn. Ray looks awful, frankly, exhausted and worried, but not, I believe, *unhappy* -- and that's a deep relief.
He smiles at me crookedly, and I raise my hand to move a piece of hair away from his forehead, one of my fingers brushing against the side of his glasses as I do so.
Ray doesn't care for his glasses, I know, but I've always found them endearing. He looks younger in them, more earnest, perhaps. I let my fingers follow the frames, across his temples and back to his ears.
"Filling out more stuff today," Ray says, by way of explanation.
I turn off the burner behind me, and then I lift both hands to carefully remove his glasses, fold them, and place them on the counter.
Ray blinks at me, his eyes adjusting to the difference in his eyesight. I rest my arms around his waist and kiss him gently. He opens up to me, in a way that still takes me by surprise.
This man. My friend, my *partner*. Ray.
It is something amazing, to agree to share your life with someone, something I don't think I will ever become accustomed to. Ray is giving up -- has given up -- a great deal to be here, and I wonder sometimes if he understands just how much I...
I move back from Ray, and move us around, firmly, till Ray's back rests against the counter. I kiss him again, and then kneel down on the floor before him.
"I'm a jerk." Ray's hands move gently in my hair as he speaks.
I address myself to his groin as I unbutton and unzip his jeans. "I don't want you to be unhappy."
"Fraser--" Ray's voice is exasperated, but he cuts himself off as I pull down his shorts and take him in hand. He hardens quickly, with only a few strokes, and then I lean forward to take him in my mouth.
Ray is not the first person I have done this with, but somehow the simple motions of sex seem to take on a profound intimacy with him. I taste him, I take him inside me, I hold his hips in my hands as I close my eyes. And Ray responds, his body moving along with me, answering each movement of my own.
"Aw, jesus," Ray says faintly. I can feel him trying to move his legs further apart, but he is hobbled by the jeans still halfway down his thighs. "Fraser, wait a sec--"
I pull off slowly, leaning back on haunches. I look up at him, not bothering to wipe my mouth off, and Ray shivers a little as he looks down at me. He pulls me up by my shoulders, tugging me into a kiss.
I angle my body away from him, but Ray reaches one hand out between us, working on the clasps to my own trousers. He takes my penis in his hand and presses against me, chest against mine, groin against mine, his fingers moving quickly and strongly as he kisses me.
I hold onto him and try to breathe. I am already close, simply from sucking Ray, and it is only a few strokes before it comes over me, shaking through me with a fierce joy as I ejaculate into his hand.
His hand continues to move slowly upon me, until finally I take Ray's hand in my own, and move it to clutch his own erection. I keep my hand wrapped around his, urging him to move, and I tilt my head forward to follow our joint movements as we stroke him. It's amazing to watch -- the head of his penis slipping in and out of our grip as we move, as Ray's hips thrust forward and back.
Ray lets out a loud groan. He rests his forehead foreward against mine, and we both gaze down as his orgasm hits him, his semen jerking over both of our hands and his trousers.
Ray kisses me again, wiping both of our hands against his jeans as he does so, and then pulls away, tucking himself back in. I do likewise, and head to the sink to wash my hands.
When I'm washing away the lather, Ray says, "Tomorrow I'll make dinner, all right?"
I turn around, drying my hands on a dish towel. "That's fine, Ray. Do you want to set the table?"
Ray moves around me to take the dishes down from the cabinet, and I turn the burner back on beneath the stew.
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7/5/04 22:35 (UTC)And hot. Really hot!
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7/5/04 22:46 (UTC)(no subject)
7/5/04 23:13 (UTC)It is something amazing, to agree to share your life with someone, something I don't think I will ever become accustomed to. Ray is giving up -- has given up -- a great deal to be here, and I wonder sometimes if he understands just how much I...
I love this, that even in his own head, he can't quite put the words together.
And the glasses! Because he does! And it is!
*happy sigh*
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8/5/04 00:42 (UTC)Thanks!
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8/5/04 06:54 (UTC)This:
"I didn't make dinner," Ray says. His voice is aggressive, almost challenging, despite his body language.
is just so very Ray. The attitude, the pre-emptive belligerence, contrasting with the body language - give that guy a hug.
He smiles at me crookedly, and I raise my hand to move a piece of hair away from his forehead, one of my fingers brushing against the side of his glasses as I do so.
Ray doesn't care for his glasses, I know, but I've always found them endearing. He looks younger in them, more earnest, perhaps. I let my fingers follow the frames, across his temples and back to his ears.
:whimper: Glasses. I just fucking love this - I think the glasses do add that air of earnestness, that feeling of not-so-cool-as-I-usually-make-out-to-be, and it all fits so perfectly here. The image of Fraser's fingers following the edges of the frames? Guh.
And - oh my god - the sex. Yes. Yes. I adore you.
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8/5/04 11:18 (UTC)::wibble::
Spec!Sex!
Yay!
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8/5/04 11:19 (UTC)*pounces and snugs BLG tight*
dude, seriously, I love your comments so much. I'm so pleased you dug the story.
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8/5/04 11:20 (UTC)(no subject)
8/5/04 21:13 (UTC)Just. . .
mmmmm.
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10/5/04 11:59 (UTC)*sighs happily*
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