someday i will gain my brain back from the genderfuck

[schmerica]

So they've just finishing fucking, again -- that's just another one of the things Ray isn't really get used to, how much he wants it in this body, all the time; it's not like Ray's an idiot, he knew women liked sex, too, but this is way past what he would have expected, if he'd ever expected it, because it's like being a teenager again, he wants it all the time, and so far Fraser seems pretty happy to oblige.

So, yeah, they just finished fucking, and now they're both laying pretty quiet, and -- well, a spade's a spade, they're cuddling. Ray's resting his head on Fraser's shoulder, and Fraser's got one hand tangled in Ray's hair and the other arm wrapped really tightly around him. Fraser's the same size now, of course -- it's Ray that's had the freakish change -- but Fraser feels bigger, like he could wrap his whole self around Ray without even trying.

They're both quiet, thinking to themselves. Ray's thinking really nice and complimentary things about Fraser's dick and Fraser's tongue, and also about how maybe he should shower, because he's kind of sweaty and the wetness on his thighs is starting to dry all sticky and weird. Ray figures Fraser's thoughts are probably not really the same, but he thinks maybe the two of them are on some kind of wavelength.

Except then out of nowhere, Fraser says, like he's just made this brilliant realization, "We could get married now."

For a second Ray is pretty much frozen in place, completely speechless, because no fucking way did that come out of Fraser's mouth. But when he actually sits up and looks at Fraser, Fraser is looking at him with this thoughtful, pleased expression.

"What the hell, Fraser?" Ray says, horrified. "What the fuck are you thinking--"

"Well, it'd be legal now, Ray. And it would make everything so much easier, wouldn't it? I don't know why we hadn't thought of it before--"

"We hadn't thought of it before because I'm not a chick," Ray says. He scoots off the edge of the bed, grabbing the blanket to wrap around him, glaring at Fraser from the foot of the bed. Fraser's still sitting naked on the bed, looking a little confused now.

"Ray, I just thought--"

"I don't care what you thought," says Ray. "I don't know what sick fantasies you got going, but this is not permanent. I'm not your girlfriend, and I'm not going to be your little wife."

Fraser blows out this little sigh, and Ray really just wants to punch his face, but he keeps glaring instead. Fraser says, "Ray, be reasonable. You know--"

"Do not tell me what I know, Fraser. I know lots of things. I know plenty of things."

"Ray," Fraser says again, and his voice is soft now, and he's leaning forward on the bed.

Ray says flatly, "I'm gonna go take a shower," and leaves the room without looking back at Fraser and locks himself in the bathroom and washes, and afterwards he stands naked in front of the mirror and looks at himself for a while.

Comments

[akite.livejournal.com]

But I love the genderfuck! Honestly, I do! Especially the, "We could get married now."

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

It makes a kind of sense! If you're Fraser! Hee.