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estrella30 and I played a game. And by "played a game" I mean "mocked and used peer pressure on each other until we both agreed to write porn." The Estrella-Pearl-o Challenge consists of the following components:
1. F/K.
2. 500 words.
3. Porn.
Because, uh. We are simple folks. Not that either of us only did 500 words, but it's the thought that counts. Or something like that.
*****
Fraser woke up with the sunrise, the rays of light from the bedroom window piercing him rather uncomfortably. Ray seemed unaffected, but Fraser twisted the blinds further shut anyway, darkening the room as he left.
Fraser showered. He made enough oatmeal for one and ate, and afterward he and Diefenbaker went for a brisk walk around the neighborhood, greeting all of the local shopkeepers as they opened their stores. When they returned to the apartment, Ray was still asleep.
Partially asleep, at least. He turned onto his stomach, lying towards the middle of the bed, where he had pulled a pillow over the top of his head.
Fraser stood at the foot of the bed and glanced at the clock, debating with himself.
"Ray," he said finally. "Ray. Ray. Ray--"
"Urgh," Ray said from under the pillow.
"You told your parents you'd be there this morning to help them," Fraser said.
"I changed my mind." Ray's voice was muffled. Fraser frowned and climbed onto the bed beside Ray, removing the pillow and tossing it onto the floor. Ray turned his head to blink up at Fraser, scowling.
"You made a promise," Fraser said, reprovingly. "Just because you're inclined to be a layabout--"
"A layabout?" Ray repeated.
"--yes, a layabout. A slugabed, if you will. That's no excuse for letting them down."
Ray groaned and rolled onto his back, stretching slowly. The move caused the cover sheet to shift slightly, explosing more of his stomach to Fraser's view. It had been warm last night; instead of his normal pajama and t-shirt, Ray had stripped down to only his boxers for bed.
"What about you, then? You a slugabout? Looks to me like you're still in bed, too," Ray said, and Fraser moved his glance from Ray's chest back to his face.
"I got up already, Ray," Fraser said patiently. "Dief and I have been awake since dawn."
Ray's face broke into a slow, wide smile. "You got up already, huh? So how up you been?" He stretched out his arm, stroking the tips of his fingertips down Fraser's nearest thigh.
Fraser kept his face a careful blank as he answered. "Oh, I see. You're making a double entendre. 'Up.' That's very clever."
"Yeah," Ray said, still smiling to himself, "that's me. Clever. Now why don't you double my entendre, Fraser?" He tightened his grip on Fraser's leg and jerked suddenly, pulling Fraser down on the bed.
Fraser landed with an "oof." Ray took his surprise advantage to roll them over before Fraser could get his breath, till he was lying on top of Fraser, their chests pressed together, Ray's legs pushing Fraser's apart.
"Well?" Ray murmured, looking down at Fraser's face.
"Well," Fraser said breathlessly, "I suppose if this is what it takes to wake you, I must be willing to make some sacrifices--"
Ray laughed quietly, and then they were kissing. Fraser let his arms wander all up and down Ray's arms and back, the bare skin warm and soft and slightly sticky with sweat from the night still.
When Ray broke away the kiss, he sat up and began working on the buttons of Fraser's jeans; Fraser pushed himself up on his palms and craned enough to lick a stripe across the exposed tattoo on Ray's bicep. Ray groaned, but continued on his task, pulling down Fraser's pants and boxers down his thighs, before turning to his own boxers, which he slipped off completely, throwing them to the side of the bed.
With matters now arranged, he lay back atop of Fraser, his naked body pressing firmly against Fraser's half-clothed one. Fraser arched up underneath him; the cotton of his t-shirt shifted and rubbed against both of them, increasing the sensation. Fraser's legs were largely confined in this position, but he managed to wrap one foot around Ray's calf, pulling him down further.
Ray resisted somewhat, using one hand to prop himself up enough to pull their bodies apart so that he could move his hand between them. He held both their erections in his hand, rubbing and stroking and pressing them together with his warm, strong fingers, and then he began to thrust, slowly.
Fraser took shallow breaths and stared up at Ray -- his eyes were closed, his breathing heavy, his face filled with a painful-looking ecstasy, and when he reached his climax, it was with a soft, high-pitched keening noise. The tension appeared to all leave his body in a rush, but he kept himself from collapsing onto Fraser. Instead, he kept his hand moving, more and more quickly on Fraser, staring down at him and murmuring Fraser's name over and over, interspersed with commands to "c'mon, c'mon, c'mon" until Fraser closed his eyes and came.
Ray did collapse on him, then, and they kissed for several minutes.
"I trust you're ready to finally get out of bed now," Fraser said eventually, pulling away.
Ray grinned and said, "You're a real killjoy sometimes, Fraser," but he did rise, finally, and headed to the bathroom. After a minute, Fraser could hear the noise of the shower starting, and at that sound, he forced himself out of the (really very comfortable) position he was in, and began looking around their room for a clean pair of underwear.
estrella30 and I played a game. And by "played a game" I mean "mocked and used peer pressure on each other until we both agreed to write porn." The Estrella-Pearl-o Challenge consists of the following components:1. F/K.
2. 500 words.
3. Porn.
Because, uh. We are simple folks. Not that either of us only did 500 words, but it's the thought that counts. Or something like that.
*****
Fraser woke up with the sunrise, the rays of light from the bedroom window piercing him rather uncomfortably. Ray seemed unaffected, but Fraser twisted the blinds further shut anyway, darkening the room as he left.
Fraser showered. He made enough oatmeal for one and ate, and afterward he and Diefenbaker went for a brisk walk around the neighborhood, greeting all of the local shopkeepers as they opened their stores. When they returned to the apartment, Ray was still asleep.
Partially asleep, at least. He turned onto his stomach, lying towards the middle of the bed, where he had pulled a pillow over the top of his head.
Fraser stood at the foot of the bed and glanced at the clock, debating with himself.
"Ray," he said finally. "Ray. Ray. Ray--"
"Urgh," Ray said from under the pillow.
"You told your parents you'd be there this morning to help them," Fraser said.
"I changed my mind." Ray's voice was muffled. Fraser frowned and climbed onto the bed beside Ray, removing the pillow and tossing it onto the floor. Ray turned his head to blink up at Fraser, scowling.
"You made a promise," Fraser said, reprovingly. "Just because you're inclined to be a layabout--"
"A layabout?" Ray repeated.
"--yes, a layabout. A slugabed, if you will. That's no excuse for letting them down."
Ray groaned and rolled onto his back, stretching slowly. The move caused the cover sheet to shift slightly, explosing more of his stomach to Fraser's view. It had been warm last night; instead of his normal pajama and t-shirt, Ray had stripped down to only his boxers for bed.
"What about you, then? You a slugabout? Looks to me like you're still in bed, too," Ray said, and Fraser moved his glance from Ray's chest back to his face.
"I got up already, Ray," Fraser said patiently. "Dief and I have been awake since dawn."
Ray's face broke into a slow, wide smile. "You got up already, huh? So how up you been?" He stretched out his arm, stroking the tips of his fingertips down Fraser's nearest thigh.
Fraser kept his face a careful blank as he answered. "Oh, I see. You're making a double entendre. 'Up.' That's very clever."
"Yeah," Ray said, still smiling to himself, "that's me. Clever. Now why don't you double my entendre, Fraser?" He tightened his grip on Fraser's leg and jerked suddenly, pulling Fraser down on the bed.
Fraser landed with an "oof." Ray took his surprise advantage to roll them over before Fraser could get his breath, till he was lying on top of Fraser, their chests pressed together, Ray's legs pushing Fraser's apart.
"Well?" Ray murmured, looking down at Fraser's face.
"Well," Fraser said breathlessly, "I suppose if this is what it takes to wake you, I must be willing to make some sacrifices--"
Ray laughed quietly, and then they were kissing. Fraser let his arms wander all up and down Ray's arms and back, the bare skin warm and soft and slightly sticky with sweat from the night still.
When Ray broke away the kiss, he sat up and began working on the buttons of Fraser's jeans; Fraser pushed himself up on his palms and craned enough to lick a stripe across the exposed tattoo on Ray's bicep. Ray groaned, but continued on his task, pulling down Fraser's pants and boxers down his thighs, before turning to his own boxers, which he slipped off completely, throwing them to the side of the bed.
With matters now arranged, he lay back atop of Fraser, his naked body pressing firmly against Fraser's half-clothed one. Fraser arched up underneath him; the cotton of his t-shirt shifted and rubbed against both of them, increasing the sensation. Fraser's legs were largely confined in this position, but he managed to wrap one foot around Ray's calf, pulling him down further.
Ray resisted somewhat, using one hand to prop himself up enough to pull their bodies apart so that he could move his hand between them. He held both their erections in his hand, rubbing and stroking and pressing them together with his warm, strong fingers, and then he began to thrust, slowly.
Fraser took shallow breaths and stared up at Ray -- his eyes were closed, his breathing heavy, his face filled with a painful-looking ecstasy, and when he reached his climax, it was with a soft, high-pitched keening noise. The tension appeared to all leave his body in a rush, but he kept himself from collapsing onto Fraser. Instead, he kept his hand moving, more and more quickly on Fraser, staring down at him and murmuring Fraser's name over and over, interspersed with commands to "c'mon, c'mon, c'mon" until Fraser closed his eyes and came.
Ray did collapse on him, then, and they kissed for several minutes.
"I trust you're ready to finally get out of bed now," Fraser said eventually, pulling away.
Ray grinned and said, "You're a real killjoy sometimes, Fraser," but he did rise, finally, and headed to the bathroom. After a minute, Fraser could hear the noise of the shower starting, and at that sound, he forced himself out of the (really very comfortable) position he was in, and began looking around their room for a clean pair of underwear.
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27/4/05 04:00 (UTC)Hee. Such words to live by.