I am having a very hard day. Bring me chocolates and porn.

[schmerica]

I am having one of those moods. I'm a little more tired, a little less focused, a little more frustrated -- just a little bit off in a dozen tiny ways.

I want to be writing -- I owe both shoemaster and justbreathe80 something soon -- but I'm not. I don't have any more screencaps to share! I think we might all have said all we can on the topic of how much Ray Kowalski should be fucked by chicks.

I don't know, how are you guys all today? Tell me things that are making you happy. Tell me jokes! Show me pictures! Tell me the single clearest snapshot of the boys in your head right now. We all have to have some kind of tableau, don't we? Maybe Ray is driving the GTO and Fraser is watching him with that faint barely there smile of pride that Ray can't see. Maybe it is 2007 in the Northwest Territories and Ray gets home first from work and puts on Fraser's tea to brew on the stove. Maybe Ray is on his back on the kitchen table because they couldn't take the time to go to the bedroom, and his hands are gripping the sides while Fraser fucks him hard. I DON'T KNOW. YOU TELL ME! MAYBE THEY'RE COMPLETELY DIFFERENT CHARACTERS, EVEN! Who knows what crazy stuff is happening here?

Hi. I have no fangirls here to get drunk and cuddle with. NOR any straight boys to make out with. My life is SAD, you guys. It really is.

Lalalalala. Hey, who wants to answer random questions for my curiosity?

1) What do you think is Fraser's favorite quality of Ray Kowalski? About Ray Vecchio? The Rays about Fraser?
2) What do you think is the thing Fraser finds most attractive about [whoever you think he is attracted to]? And vice versa?

Relatedly, I like it when people make them smooch. Oooh, or het smooches! Those are also go!

In conclusion, hedgehogs are scary.

[Um, if someone with a 646 area code just called me, I didn't answer because I am afraid of my phone. Hi.]

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Ray does what he's been aching to do for months, for fucking ever. He reaches around Fraser and grabs two handfuls of the finest ass to ever grace Chicago.

Fraser doesn't jump or clear his throat or do any of the "Excuse me, sir or ma'am, please remove your hand from my posterior," bit Ray's seen him have to do too many times. He just grinds up against Ray, doing something incredible with his tongue and Ray's neck, so Ray slides his hands under Fraser's shirt to feel the hot skin of his back, then down under the waist of his sweats.

And we have contact, Ray thinks, and snickers to himself, stupid from relief and the fact that it's 7:45 on a Tuesday morning and he's about to get laid.

[omphale]

"Is something funny?" Fraser's pulled back to look at him, a puzzled frown on his face.

Ray shakes his head. "Nope. Just having fun." Fraser still looks a bit wary, so Ray pulls him forward and rocks his hips sideways. Fraser's eyes flutter shut. "You wanna do this here? Or can we move it somewhere horizontal?"

Fraser's just nodding his head, which would be fine except it wasn't a yes/no question. Ray makes a decision, sliding his hands up Fraser's spine and grabbing his shirt to pull it over his head. It's stretched out and wet around the neck, which helps because it means the tank comes over his head without too much pulling. When he gets it mostly off, Fraser's hair looks a mess, like Ray's does in the morning before he manages to stumble into the shower.

They get a little tangled because Fraser forgets to pick his hands up off the counter, but Ray uses that to get his way. Fraser's arms are caught in the shirt, and Ray pushes him back a couple of feet and slides out from between them. He keeps a grip on the shirt and starts backing out of the kitchen and down the hallway, coaxing Fraser along.

He doesn't want to give Fraser time to think about how they have to leave soon, or how this might be a bad idea. So every time Fraser starts to stiffen up, Ray distracts him by pinning him up against the wall and kissing the breath out of him.

By the time they make it to the bed, which Ray drops onto, pulling Fraser down with him, the clock radio says eight.

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Fraser doesn't notice the time, or doesn't care, because now he's going the scenic route, licking down Ray's neck to his collarbone, his chest, and--jeez, that can't taste good--his armpit. Ray squirms and pants and wrestles Fraser onto his back, holding him down and kissing him the way he's been wanting to.

Ray can't--doesn't want to--remember the last time he was skin to skin with anybody, but now Fraser's bare chest is under him and Ray needs that feeling everywhere, so he shoves down his shorts and Fraser's sweats and does some shimmy action and then he's got it. Naked Benton Fraser spread out under him, hard and not at all shy about it.

Fraser's legs are wrapped around Ray's, and Ray's mind is spinning again, because they're fucking, rutting, just going at each other the way they should have been from the first. It's insane, and Ray half-expects to wake up with soggy sheets and an empty bed, but insane is normal since he met Fraser, why not here too? So he goes with it, sliding his dick next to Fraser's and getting a good rhythm going.

[omphale]

Fraser's got his eyes open now, and he's watching Ray move above him, shoving upward in just the right counterpoint. He dropped the shirt somewhere, and he starts grabbing Ray by the hair and pulling him down for hot, messy kisses every time he tries to speed things up.

His movements are getting slower, smoother. Fraser's shifting beneath him, making Ray slow down to match him, turning it into something that isn't gentle but isn't full speed ahead, either.

So Ray's figured out that they're taking their time here. If Fraser's got anything to say about it, at least. Which he does. So Ray slows down, takes a couple of deep breaths and shakes his head a little to clear it. Fraser's chewing his lip, running his hands up and down Ray's back and sliding his fingers a little lower each time.

He's moving too slow, though, and it's driving Ray insane. He wants to move faster, harder, but Fraser looks like he's having fun and he hates to spoil that.

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Ray can do slow. Slow is good, slow is great. Slow is sucking on Fraser's lip and finally getting to mess up Fraser's hair and the hot sweet slide and flex of Fraser under him.

No, slow is stupid, slow is killing him. Slow is making him shake apart and Fraser just looks turned on and blissed out and Ray can't be the only one this is destroying. That's not right.

Ray's never once been able to beat Fraser at his own game, but that doesn't keep him from trying. Ray can kiss, and he's putting everything he's got into this one, trying to coax some impatience out of Fraser.

Maybe it's working when Fraser's hands finally make it down to Ray's ass and, hey, they seem pretty happy to be there. Then Fraser shifts a little lower and his fingers slip between Ray's cheeks and Ray shudders and bites Fraser's lip too hard, because this plan has totally backfired.