And the pursuit of happiness      And the pursuit of happiness

 by silvina

  

 

 Disclaimer: Standard Disclaimer. That je ne sais quois will get you every
time. Please send comments, questions, compliments, and otters to
sdelcul@yahoo.com. 

 Author's Notes: I apologize for the list overload, but please bear with
me (feel free to send angry emails and fling inanimate objects) until I
catch up. Keep in mind that internet is a two hour bus ride away at the
moment and I have to boil my water before it's safe to drink. Gotta love
rural Ecuador! 

 Story Notes: 

 

 

 He'd been almost almost asleep, resting because he wasn't tired. He was
warm and comfortable, head resting on Ray's thighs. Every now and then Ray
would stroke his arms, his chest, run a hand through his hair or
intertwine their fingers, then he'd be distracted by action on the court,
and those hands, sexy, loving hands with long, tapered fingers which moved
so nicely against his skin would still and fall idle. He didn't mind
really, because those hands always came back, as if drawn to touch him
after too much time away. 

 His father though, had always had a habit of showing up at the worst
possible time with no regard for the sheer pleasure he now found in taking
a day off with Ray. 

 "Don't get up on my account." 

 His eyes flew open, and he glanced at Ray, who, of course, neither saw
nor heard Fraser Senior. Perhaps an exorcist, he thought briefly before
sitting up. He soothed Ray's displeasure at his actions with a kiss and a
promise to return. 

 "Hello, Dad." he said from the relative safety of the kitchen. It was his
favorite room now, because more than any other it showed touches of Ray's
prescense even when he wasn't there. 

 "Hello, son. How's life?" 

 He was startled, and then he smiled. "Good, Dad, really good." 

 "I'm glad, son. This one's a keeper, not like that Thatcher woman. She
may be a Mountie, but that woman scares me. You have noticed he's not
Canadian though?" 

 "I try not to hold that against him." 

 "Good. Be happy while you're living, son. You're a long time dead." And
without saying goodbye his father disappeared. 

 He headed back to the living room, because that was where happiness was. 

End And the pursuit of happiness by silvina: sdelcul@yahoo.com

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