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brooklinegirl: pearl, I hate them ALL. *snuggles*pearl_o: *snuggles BACK*You know what you deserve? You deserve PORN. Tell me what you want and I'll see if I can beat it out of me during my three day weekend.
brooklinegirl: eeeeeeeeeeee! I want Ray or Fraser having a Very Bad Day indeed and it NOT being a first time, but having it be a First Time to Use SEx to Make Things Better, but it SO DOES YAY CUDDLING.um. if you can. I so totally understand if you cannot.
pearl_o: I will try my best!*****
The glass hits the wall with a loud crash. It's weird how good it is, seeing the shatters fall to the carpet; Ray feels a surge of satisfaction run through him as it happens.
Fraser doesn't seem so impressed. He crosses his arms over his chest and purses his lips, and Ray thinks he might be gearing up for another round of annoying logic talk, but instead he just turns around without a word, goes into the bedroom, an shuts the door behind him.
Ray stands in the middle of the room for another minute, until it becomes obvious that Fraser isn't going to come back out and let Ray yell at him anymore.
He goes outside to the porch to smoke.
Ray doesn't smoke, mostly, but he keeps a couple cigarettes around for emergencies, and today counts as an emergency if anything does. Fucking up his lungs is mild compared to what he wants to do on a day like today.
It's cold outside, not cold enough so he can see his breath, but cold enough that he feels dumb being outside without his jacket. It's getting dark, in that in-between space where it's getting gray and purple and dim but you can still see everything.
Ray stares into the back yard and smokes for about fifteen minutes, or until he feels like he could probably go inside without smashing something else.
He goes back inside, setting his lighter and pack of cigarettes on the table, frowning over at the wall. Fraser hasn't cleaned anything up -- the glass and everything's still there. He heads into the bedroom.
Fraser's lying on his back in their bed, reading a book. He doesn't look up when Ray comes into the room.
Ray sits on the edge of the bed and says, "Hey."
Without lifting his eyes from his book, Fraser says, "Are you done with your temper tantrum now?"
"No," says Ray.
"I'm not particularly interested in having a conversation with you if you can't act like a human being, Ray," Fraser says. His voice is pretty frosty.
Ray grunts a little, and climbs up on the bed to sprawl out on his back beside Fraser.
"Fraser--" Ray starts, but he doesn't have anything else to say. He rubs the back of his hand against his eyes.
"I just," Fraser says, and Ray can hear him thump the book down on the nightstand, fianlly. "I simply don't think it's so much to ask, Ray, that you treat me in a, in a civilized manner -- I'm your significant other, I think a little respect is not unwarranted--"
"Fraser, I respect you plenty, okay?" Ray snaps.
"Hmmph," says Fraser.
Ray props himself up on his elbow and looks down at Fraser, who still looks pissy. "Look, I'm having a really bad day, okay? Sometimes people have bad days. We can't all be perfect, all right?"
"I don't expect you to be perfect," Fraser says quietly. "I just expect you to be considerate. To make an effort."
"I'm making an effort!" Ray says. "This is an effort right here! How is this not an effort?"
Fraser sighs, one of those sighs like he just can't believe the world sometimes.
"Fraser," Ray says again, but he gives up then, and leans over to kiss Fraser on the mouth. "C'mere," he says, and Fraser does his impatient sigh again but he rolls over anyway, curling his leg around the back of Ray's, presing them together.
"Everybody gets an asshole day," Ray says against Fraser's mouth. "Make this a good day for me, why don't you", and Fraser doesn't resist when Ray guides his hand to press against the front of his jeans. Fraser doesn't stop kissing him as he opens up the button and zipper one-handed, gets his big warm hand into Ray's shorts, stroking and jacking and getting him hard.
"Sorry about the glass," Ray says, his voice getting husky and out of breath already, but Fraser just bites his jaw and doesn't say another word.
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17/1/06 00:02 (UTC)(no subject)
17/1/06 00:21 (UTC)ay stands in the middle of the room for another minute, until it becomes obvious that Fraser isn't going to come back out and let Ray yell at him anymore.
god, that just sums up their relationship right there, doesn't it? That is SO VERY THEM.
He goes back inside, setting his lighter and pack of cigarettes on the table, frowning over at the wall.
this is me being crazy, but for some reason - esp. in tiny little fics like this - the small things just GET to me, and this is one of them, mostly just because I have a serious kink for Ray even just HOLDING a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. I know. I am weird.
Without lifting his eyes from his book, Fraser says, "Are you done with your temper tantrum now?"
"No," says Ray.
eeeeeeeeee! <3!! Again, so completely THEM that it makes me cringe. and also makes me happy. oh BOYS.
"Fraser--" Ray starts, but he doesn't have anything else to say. He rubs the back of his hand against his eyes.
WOOBIE.
SO MUCH LOVE, pearl! SO MUCH LOVE I HAVE FOR THEM. *hearts hearts HEARTS*
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21/1/06 04:54 (UTC)(no subject)
17/1/06 00:45 (UTC)(no subject)
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17/1/06 01:02 (UTC)You go, Ray!
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21/1/06 04:54 (UTC)(no subject)
17/1/06 01:06 (UTC)*hearts them*
*hearts YOU*
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21/1/06 04:55 (UTC)(no subject)
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21/1/06 04:55 (UTC)hot-cha!
17/1/06 02:39 (UTC)Re: hot-cha!
21/1/06 04:56 (UTC)(no subject)
17/1/06 16:11 (UTC)Ray doesn't smoke, mostly, but he keeps a couple cigarettes around for emergencies, and today counts as an emergency if anything does. Fucking up his lungs is mild compared to what he wants to do on a day like today.
It's cold outside, not cold enough so he can see his breath, but cold enough that he feels dumb being outside without his jacket.
Ray stares into the back yard and smokes for about fifteen minutes, or until he feels like he could probably go inside without smashing something else.
This feels so right.
Without lifting his eyes from his book, Fraser says, "Are you done with your temper tantrum now?"
"No," says Ray.
OH RAY.
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21/1/06 04:56 (UTC)Thank you!
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