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 by sam80853  

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 Author's Notes: Written for the DREAM challenge as ds_flashfiction

 

 Hands By sam80853

 Hands in his hair.

 Ray leans back some more, moving deeper into his seat. Making himself
even more comfortable to enjoy the attention his head is receiving. Big
but gentle hands lovingly petting his hair, massaging his scalp, shushing
away the headache he felt coming just in the back of his head.

 Heaven.

 He sighs deeply, his chin resting on his chest now, exposing the back of
his neck and those hands seem to read his mind because they now fondle his
neck, petting his shorter hair there.

 A light shiver runs down his spine.

 Fraser, Ray sighs happily. He feels Fraser's solid body behind him, the
heat radiating from him; he hears the wood cracking in the fireplace,
smells it burning.

 Ray doesn't see but knows how their place looks like, lit only by the
fire: timber flooring, a comfortable couch - the one he's sitting on right
now - with an old quilt Fraser's mother knitted when Fraser was a kid and
happy. Dief's place right next to the door, a place the half-wolf is
always complaining about because as part of the pack he has a right to
sleep where Ray and Fraser do, he says, in the bedroom. Their bedroom - a
closet into which Fraser can hang his uniform and just some drawers for
Ray because he doesn't mind his shirts all wrinkled, a king-sized bed in
which they sleep and make sweet love.

 Home.

 Those hands are back on his head now, petting gently, moving to his
temples, making him purr with satisfaction.

 Greatness.

 Ray leans his head back again, getting in contact with Fraser's belly,
one of his hands reaching out, placing it over one of Fraser's, feeling
the heat, the strength.

 Fraser, Ray sighs, his hand moving upwards to bring Fraser closer and he
feels him moving behind him, bending over his right shoulder and Ray turns
his head towards Fraser. He feels the heat coming from the fireplace on
his face, Fraser's warm and solid body behind him - the safest place he's
ever been.

 A kiss.

 Ray wants one and he turns around even more, his lips searching for
Fraser's. So close now ... Just an inch and he would touch that soft
looking mouth ...

 Fraser.

 "Ray! Ray! Ray!"

 Suddenly there is a questioning voice - not Fraser's. A not so
comfortable chair instead of a couch. The smell of chemical products, no
burning wood or even a fireplace. Not home but his hairdresser's shop.

 No!

 Ray groans in frustration.

 No!

 But maybe with his hair fixed up he finally has the courage to go for
what his heart desires.

 Fraser.

 The End  
  

End Hands by sam80853 

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