hurry down the chimney tonight

[schmerica]

If you were paying careful attention earlier, there was a bit of fic posted here for a little while this afternoon. It is not here now, because I decided I actually really disliked it and it had no point. Delete key, you are my friend!

That said, I cannot get the image of Chiana performing the song "Santa Baby" out of my head, nor the one of Harvey in a santa Claus suit. Oh, brain.

The DS Holiday Party has started over at ds_flashfiction. Woot! I have until Friday evening to write at least 250 words, and to wait for 250 words to get written for me. Basically, it is the least stressful fic exchange ever.

Man, I always forget how much being at home cuts down on my online time. Darlings, I miss you! Come and talk to me in the comments about Fraser! Or Ray! Or them together at Christmas! Or the story you want to write about RayK leaving Fraser called "make a new plan, stan"! Or about poooooooooorn, slow morning sex and masturbation and teenage makeout and other pretty things!

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[china_shop]

Fraser struggled to keep his eyes open -- hoping and not daring to hope, all at once -- but it wasn’t Ray’s mouth that met his. Instead, Ray’s fingertip rasped across the soft sensitive skin of Fraser’s lower lip.

Fraser’s stomach clenched. He locked gazes with Ray. Ray, who was watching him hungrily.

“About that, Fraser,” he said, softly, his breath sweet in the air between them. He tilted his head, and added, just as dreamily, “Come on -- we got a game to watch.”

Fraser took a shaky breath, and determinedly pulled himself together. He was a man, and perfectly capable of following through on such a wondrous and welcome move. He stepped back inside, pushing Ray ahead of him, and shut the door so they were standing together in the dark. “Hockey can wait,” he said, his voice sounding deep even to his own ears. “Don’t you think?”

Ray didn’t answer with words. One moment he was a black shadow in a dark hallway; the next he was pressed up against Fraser, urging him back against the solid Consulate door. He put his hands on Fraser’s shoulders, and he kissed him, slow and deep. Heat flared in Fraser and he pulled Ray even closer, wrapped himself around him and lost himself in the kiss, the wonder of finding his attraction reciprocated.

Ray pulled his mouth away and leaned on Fraser, resting his head on Fraser’s shoulder and panting. “Jesus!”

The gasp made Fraser tense, briefly, afraid that it signaled Ray’s unwelcome return to his sanity, but the pressure of their hips and groins didn’t lessen. If anything--

Fraser pressed another kiss to Ray’s mouth -- a wordless declaration -- and received his answer in eager kisses and murmurs. Ray wanted this. Ray wanted him.

In the few seconds of silence that followed, Fraser heard the whisper of two small pieces of paper landing on the bare floorboards of the hallway, and his heart lifted with love and triumph. Everything was all right.

[china_shop]

Btw, pls substitute clichéd refs to The Clash with something weird and cool. I was going to think of a more original band, but then it was 11.24 and I forgot. Oops. *looks pretty*

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Dude. I am starting to get suspicious of your apparent ENDLESS SUPPLY OF AWESOME. This totally made my day this morning much, much brighter, so thank you. Oh, FRASER. Oh, RAY. Oh, BOYS.

[mergatrude.livejournal.com]

She's made a deal with the Devil! I'm convinced!

[china_shop]

Yay for making your day brighter!!! I'm so glad. HAPPY HOLIDAYS! :-D

[mergatrude.livejournal.com]

Kisses! Yay for kisses winning over hockey! Awesome kisses!

*hearts you and twirls you and marks you with C"

[isiscolo.livejournal.com]

Aw! Smoochies!

[china_shop]

*beam*