new ds story
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schmericaI'm not quite sure where this came from, and I don't think it's very many people's cup of tea, but -- here it is, nonetheless.
Title: Post
Pairing: F/K
Rating: R
Summary: "It wasn't the same, though."
Thank you![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nifra_idril for wonderful beta, and for discourse folks who listened and comforted while I ripped out my hair.
Read at my site, or here.
*****
When Fraser and Dief walked in the door, Ray was sitting in front of the fire, writing a letter.
"We're back," Fraser said, shutting the door to the cabin behind him. Not like that wasn't kind of obvious already or anything, but Ray didn't say anything snotty, just "Hey, Fraser."
Dief didn't have boots or gear or anything to mess with like Fraser. He came straight over to greet Ray, and Ray said hey to him, too. Dief made a half-hearted lick of his ear and then Ray's letter a curious look. But Ray didn't say anything and Dief didn't care that much, just headed over to his food.
Fraser finished dealing with his outdoor gear and came over to the fire, too, squatting next to Ray.
"Anything?" Ray said, even though the answer to that was pretty obvious, too.
"No," said Fraser. He gazed thoughtfully into the flames. "I would have been surprised if there was. It's a very sparsely populated area, you know -- anything would be miles from here. Anywhere, I suppose." He trailed into silence, frowning.
Ray watched Fraser's profile and didn't say anything.
After a couple of seconds Fraser seemed to shake it off. "Well," he said, standing up and clapping his hands against his thighs. "I'll go start dinner, then."
*****
They had plenty of food left. Lots of canned stew and canned vegetables and canned soup, along with all the stuff they'd been eating on their adventure. The local store in the town had been fine -- untouched and kind of spooky-looking, but fine. They'd taken supplies that would last, read a newspaper, and Fraser had left a pile of bills on the counter under a paperweight before they left. Who he'd left it for, Ray had no idea, but it seemed to make him feel better.
The newspaper was kind of old by that point, so they weren't sure what had really happened. Maybe it only got this bad up here -- though god knows how it had *gotten* here -- and everywhere else was fine, still, going on like normal.
Ray had mentioned the idea to Fraser and Dief right away, but they hadn't looked anymore convinced than he was.
*****
If Ray had gotten to choose one person to be the only person he'd ever see again, for the whole rest of his life, he probably would have chosen Fraser.
At least that's what he thought most of the time. Once in a while he thought the answer was more like 'anyone, *anyone* in the world but Fraser."
Fraser was either really observant or felt the same way, though, because it was usually just about those times when he and Dief went out for a couple hours alone. The first couple hours were always basically an awesome sense of relief -- *alone*! Privacy! Being able to breathe without tripping over the guy every five seconds!
That was usually when Ray wrote his letters. He wasn't a big writing guy, and he'd never really written letters before, but he found himself writing a lot of them now. To everybody, really. It was stupid, because they weren't ever going to get them, most likely.
Plus the letters were pretty stupid themselves. Not anything profound or important or meaningful or anything. They were just little scribblings that probably didn't make sense to anyone else but him.
So Ray wrote letters and did chores and sang to himself and Fraser and Dief went off to be bracing and rugged and outdoorsy.
Fraser was pretty good at getting back just about the time when *alone* was about to go from welcome to really fucking scary.
*****
The really weird thing was how normal it felt sometimes. Not *normal* normal or anything, but it wasn't that different from their adventure sometimes. And Fraser had lived in places like this, he'd flourished like this -- middle of nowhere, no heat or power or phones or plumbing or people or anything, no signs of civilization. Fraser could live like a king like this.
It wasn't the same, though.
*****
"Are we actually going to find anybody?"
"I don't know, Ray."
"Are we just going to sled out into the middle of the ice and *die*?"
"It's possible."
"Why do you want to do this, Fraser?"
"We might find them. There must be a fair number of people who survived, like us, in isolated outposts. And if we find them..."
"We're going to die eventually anyway. It's just whether or not we do it in this shack."
"Well, that's not the way I would have phrased it."
"I know that."
*****
Ray turned over in the middle of the night and watched Fraser sleep.
Fraser's eyes opened at the first whisper of his name, and Ray leaned over to press his lips to the corner of Fraser's mouth. He lowered his weight onto Fraser's body as Fraser's arm came around him, and they kissed for a long while, hugging and rubbing against each other.
Fraser twisted his head, making a soft sound into the air as he came, not a moan and not a sigh. Ray shut his eyes and buried his head against Fraser's shoulder. One of Fraser's hands was on Ray's back, rubbing slow circles through the sweat, and the other had a firm grasp on the nape of his neck. Ray bit his lip and came with a long, almost painful shudder.
Fraser's warm hand was curved across his belly and Ray was close to drifting off when he half-heard Fraser speaking into the silence.
"I'm sorry." And a second later, "I wish--"
"Shhh," Ray said, and then he fell asleep.
Title: Post
Pairing: F/K
Rating: R
Summary: "It wasn't the same, though."
Thank you
nifra_idril for wonderful beta, and for discourse folks who listened and comforted while I ripped out my hair.Read at my site, or here.
*****
When Fraser and Dief walked in the door, Ray was sitting in front of the fire, writing a letter.
"We're back," Fraser said, shutting the door to the cabin behind him. Not like that wasn't kind of obvious already or anything, but Ray didn't say anything snotty, just "Hey, Fraser."
Dief didn't have boots or gear or anything to mess with like Fraser. He came straight over to greet Ray, and Ray said hey to him, too. Dief made a half-hearted lick of his ear and then Ray's letter a curious look. But Ray didn't say anything and Dief didn't care that much, just headed over to his food.
Fraser finished dealing with his outdoor gear and came over to the fire, too, squatting next to Ray.
"Anything?" Ray said, even though the answer to that was pretty obvious, too.
"No," said Fraser. He gazed thoughtfully into the flames. "I would have been surprised if there was. It's a very sparsely populated area, you know -- anything would be miles from here. Anywhere, I suppose." He trailed into silence, frowning.
Ray watched Fraser's profile and didn't say anything.
After a couple of seconds Fraser seemed to shake it off. "Well," he said, standing up and clapping his hands against his thighs. "I'll go start dinner, then."
*****
They had plenty of food left. Lots of canned stew and canned vegetables and canned soup, along with all the stuff they'd been eating on their adventure. The local store in the town had been fine -- untouched and kind of spooky-looking, but fine. They'd taken supplies that would last, read a newspaper, and Fraser had left a pile of bills on the counter under a paperweight before they left. Who he'd left it for, Ray had no idea, but it seemed to make him feel better.
The newspaper was kind of old by that point, so they weren't sure what had really happened. Maybe it only got this bad up here -- though god knows how it had *gotten* here -- and everywhere else was fine, still, going on like normal.
Ray had mentioned the idea to Fraser and Dief right away, but they hadn't looked anymore convinced than he was.
*****
If Ray had gotten to choose one person to be the only person he'd ever see again, for the whole rest of his life, he probably would have chosen Fraser.
At least that's what he thought most of the time. Once in a while he thought the answer was more like 'anyone, *anyone* in the world but Fraser."
Fraser was either really observant or felt the same way, though, because it was usually just about those times when he and Dief went out for a couple hours alone. The first couple hours were always basically an awesome sense of relief -- *alone*! Privacy! Being able to breathe without tripping over the guy every five seconds!
That was usually when Ray wrote his letters. He wasn't a big writing guy, and he'd never really written letters before, but he found himself writing a lot of them now. To everybody, really. It was stupid, because they weren't ever going to get them, most likely.
Plus the letters were pretty stupid themselves. Not anything profound or important or meaningful or anything. They were just little scribblings that probably didn't make sense to anyone else but him.
So Ray wrote letters and did chores and sang to himself and Fraser and Dief went off to be bracing and rugged and outdoorsy.
Fraser was pretty good at getting back just about the time when *alone* was about to go from welcome to really fucking scary.
*****
The really weird thing was how normal it felt sometimes. Not *normal* normal or anything, but it wasn't that different from their adventure sometimes. And Fraser had lived in places like this, he'd flourished like this -- middle of nowhere, no heat or power or phones or plumbing or people or anything, no signs of civilization. Fraser could live like a king like this.
It wasn't the same, though.
*****
"Are we actually going to find anybody?"
"I don't know, Ray."
"Are we just going to sled out into the middle of the ice and *die*?"
"It's possible."
"Why do you want to do this, Fraser?"
"We might find them. There must be a fair number of people who survived, like us, in isolated outposts. And if we find them..."
"We're going to die eventually anyway. It's just whether or not we do it in this shack."
"Well, that's not the way I would have phrased it."
"I know that."
*****
Ray turned over in the middle of the night and watched Fraser sleep.
Fraser's eyes opened at the first whisper of his name, and Ray leaned over to press his lips to the corner of Fraser's mouth. He lowered his weight onto Fraser's body as Fraser's arm came around him, and they kissed for a long while, hugging and rubbing against each other.
Fraser twisted his head, making a soft sound into the air as he came, not a moan and not a sigh. Ray shut his eyes and buried his head against Fraser's shoulder. One of Fraser's hands was on Ray's back, rubbing slow circles through the sweat, and the other had a firm grasp on the nape of his neck. Ray bit his lip and came with a long, almost painful shudder.
Fraser's warm hand was curved across his belly and Ray was close to drifting off when he half-heard Fraser speaking into the silence.
"I'm sorry." And a second later, "I wish--"
"Shhh," Ray said, and then he fell asleep.
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