porn for lale. woot?

[schmerica]

lalejandra made me promise to write her something tonight by making me feel incredibly guilty and threatening to fire me. DAMN HER EYES.

Um, so. Here is some completely and utterly gratuitous due South porn! Livia read it over for me, because she is awesome. Enjoy!

*****

"Oh, God," says Fraser, and there's a quaver in his voice now that wasn't there before.

That's it, Ray thinks, go with it, and he curls his arm tight around Fraser's middle, holding him fast. He can feel Fraser's muscles shaking, just a little bit, beneath his fingertips.

"You ready, Benny?" Vecchio's saying, but it's not really a question, Ray doesn't think, because he's not waiting for an answer; he's lifting Fraser's legs from the edge of the bed, over his arms, and he's doing it, Ray can tell -- he looks back at Fraser, down at Fraser's face. Fraser's eyes are squinted shut tight. He's breathing heavily.

"Breathe," Ray whispers, leaning his head in close. "Breathe," he says against Fraser's ear, and Vecchio makes a loud groan, and Fraser lets out a long breath and nods his head. Ray kisses the corner of his jaw.

Ray can't look away from Fraser's face; he looks like his heart is breaking. Ray feels like his heart is breaking looking at him. Vecchio's thrusts are shaking the whole bed, and Fraser, Fraser's feeling it, he must be feeling all of it, but he's still fighting it, somehow. He's trying not to make a sound, so all that's coming out are these tiny choked cries.

"Let go, Fraser," Ray says, "come on, you gotta just let it go--" He can't, he can't get close enough to Fraser this way; he wants to cover Fraser, all of him, lie right down on top of him and hold him down and make him know he's here. But goddamn Vecchio is in the way -- but this is what Fraser needs, isn't it? Vecchio loves him too, he's got as much right to be here as Ray. Maybe Ray can't get close enough to rub his hard-on against Fraser's warm thigh or kiss him full on the mouth until he gasps, but he can still be here for him. He can hug him tight, and rub his open palm against Fraser's stomach, and kiss all the soft scarred skin he can reach.

Vecchio's moaning, loud, his voice all deep and rich and full of sex. Fraser's moving with him now; they have a rhythm. Ray gets it, too, he can feel the beat, hear the drums, he knows his next move, he's gotta just--

"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay," Ray says, and he can't stop saying it, even though he knows Fraser's not hearing him. Fraser is somewhere else, Fraser's gone, he's shaking and flailing, he's fighting it, and Ray's got to-- Ray has to take care of him, and he can do this. Up on his knees, using all his body weight to hold Fraser down.

He stares down at Fraser's face and Fraser's big wide blue eyes, dark dark dark and looking like they're not seeing him at all, and his mouth scrunched up in that expression of joy and hope and pain and like it's all too much.

"Hey, hey, Fraser," Ray says, "hey, Fraser, it's okay--" He can hear Vecchio saying something, maybe his name, in the background, and out of the corner of his eye he can see the way Vecchio's holding Fraser, all forceful fucking and gentle soothing touch at the same time, both at once.

And Fraser closes his eyes and Fraser, Fraser is crying, the tears barely leaking out of his eyes and he's not even breathing, almost, he's going to choke on his own sobs.

"Let it out," Ray says, "jesus, Fraser, you gotta -- I got you, we got you, we got you, Fraser." He keeps talking, keeps saying it over and over. He lets go of his grip on Fraser, moves so he can raise one of his hands to Fraser's face, feel the wetness on his cheeks.

"Shhhhh," says Ray. He runs his hands down Fraser's arms, Fraser's chest, Fraser's hair, Fraser's face. "Shhhhh. Shhhhh." Ray's never felt this tender for anyone in his life. He didn't know you could.

And it's working: Fraser is sobbing now, not just his painful aborted ones, but big, wracking sobs, that jerk his body around as much as Vecchio's doing. It's ugly and it's messy and it's perfect, it's right, it's beautiful, nobody but Fraser would be beautiful like this, but Fraser's never one for the odds.

"Oh, oh, oh--" Fraser says, "oh--" and when Ray turns his head, Vecchio's switched over to the finishing line. He's sweaty and wet and making tiny fast sudden thrusts, in in in, and he's got his hand on Fraser's dick, moving even faster, and Ray switches his gaze right back to Fraser's face and grabs Fraser's hand and watching Fraser's face turn into ecstasy and feel his hand squeeze so tightly it feels like Ray's hand is going to fall off.

"Ray," Fraser says in a breathless voice, and something in Ray's chest does this queer leaping scratchy thing, but a second later he realizes it's not for him, because that's when Vecchio moans, loud as anything, and the solid rhythm of the fucking stops for good.

Ray's still hard. Ray hasn't come yet. He rolls over onto his back and squints his eyes while he watches Vecchio pull out of Fraser, watches him give him that smug smile. Watches the two of them kiss. Ray closes his eyes and doesn't touch his own cock.

He hears Fraser's voice say, "Ray," and then there a hand on his arm. He opens his eyes for Fraser, and Fraser smiles down at him. There are tear tracks all down Fraser's face still, and snot in his nose, sweat all over him. He can see Vecchio just beyond Fraser's shoulder, yawning and climbing into the bed.

Ray wraps his arms around Fraser and pulls him down for a kiss. "It's okay," he mutters against Fraser's mouth, but he doesn't think Fraser can hear him. Fraser gets one hand in between them, just enough space to stroke Ray off, and Fraser kisses him and kisses him until he comes.

Comments

[starfishchick]

OK, reading it again made me cry AGAIN because OMG RAY and this is just heartbreaking and OF COURSE Fraser needs to feel safe and loved and comforted but OMG RAY.

If this comment were a tissue, it would be damp and shredded.