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     �	  Mean Drunk 
 by Moonloon  

 Disclaimer: They're not mine, honest. And I'll put them back as soon as
we get the stains scrubbed off.

 Author's Notes: Many thanks to Lucysmom for the beta

 Story Notes: 1. This was written as part of the ds_seekritsanta, for
Shay. 2. This story is set in two timelines. The blockqoted text is Ray's
thoughts 'after', and the regular text is the action 'before and during'.

 

 Ray waited for Fraser to wake up. He didn't particularly want Fraser to
wake up, but at least then they could move on, find out what happens next.
Ray hated inaction, but couldn't quite bring himself to wake Fraser up
himself. 

 ~

 "I'm a mean drunk, Ray." Fraser said, waving away the mug of eggnog Ray
offered.

 "You? I don't think so," Ray said. "There's not a mean bone in your
body."

 "Anyway, it's a bad idea to mix alcohol with painkillers." Fraser ghosted
a hand over his bruised face.

 Ray shrugged and tipped the eggnog into his own mug. "Yeah, I guess. You
want a ride home?"

 ~

 Ray looked down at Fraser sleeping beside him, and wished he'd paid more
attention. The topic had even come up again, long after the damage done by
Warfield's goons had healed. 

 ~

 "Dammit, Fraser! He is not going in my car. What if he throws up?" Ray
leaned the mostly subdued, and very drunk, perp against the GTO.

 "I don't think you'll need to, Ray. I can see a patrol car; our backup, I
assume."

 Ray turned and squinted down the street. "Thank God!"

 "Fuc'n rip yi head off," said the drunk, trying to kick Ray.

 "Oh shut up, asshole," Ray said, "You couldn't rip your way out of a
paper bag right now." He grinned over at Fraser. "Is this what you're like
when you're a 'mean drunk'?"

 Fraser flinched slightly. "Ah, no. My attacks tend to be more... verbal
in nature."

 Ray snickered. "You attack people with harsh language? Don't tell me, you
say 'damn' instead of 'drat', right?"

 "Um. Not exactly. Do you want me to help you with Mr Calloway?"

 "Nah, I got it. So... we going to get Thai food tonight?"

 ~

 Ray sighed, was he always so easily distracted? He lay down and Fraser
sort of snuffled up against his arm, a bit like a cat begging for
attention. Ray didn't know if the crazy feeling in head wanted him to let
loose with hysterical giggles, or burst into tears. ~ 

 "Sorry, Fraser. I'm not making a lot of sense," Ray said, weaving down
the road. "Damned imported beer. How strong was that stuff anyway?"

 "Stronger than the wine everyone else was drinking." Fraser had a slight
smile on his face, and he watched Ray trying to avoid a mailbox that
wasn't actually in his way.

 "Shit. Did I say anything stupid?"

 "You might have slightly embarrassed Inspector Thatcher." 

 Ray thought about it for a moment. "Oh crap, I ogled her rack, didn't I?"

 "And said..."

 "...hellooooo, baby!"

 "Yes." Fraser was openly smirking now.

 "Oh God, I'm going to die." Ray hid his face in his hands, and almost
tripped over his own feet.

 "I'm sure the Inspector will get over it."

 "In a couple hundred years." Ray took his hands away and glared blearily
at Fraser. "I bet you've never make a complete idiot of yourself when
you're drunk."

 Fraser's smirk slid off his face. "Never anything so innocuous."

 "Say what? Remember, I'm not firing on all cylinders right now."

 Fraser cracked his neck. "My drunken outbursts are usually hurtful,
rather than embarrassing. I tend to... repress things, which then get
released under the influence of alcohol."

 "Huh. So, all those times you've not said 'fuck off, asshole' come back
and bite you in the ass?" Ray wondered what Fraser would say to the Ice
Queen, and guessed it wouldn't be pretty.

 ~

 Ray couldn't believe he'd half-wanted to see what Fraser was like drunk.
He knew now, oh boy, did he know now. To think, he'd expected that asshole
Greg's engagement party to be boring.

 ~

 "Congratulations!" Fraser said, handing a small package to the
bride-to-be. "I hope you'll have many happy years together."

 Ray grinned as they moved on. "I give 'em a year, tops."

 "Ray!" Fraser looked shocked. "That's a terrible thing to say at an
engagement party."

 "True though. Hi Frannie, playing waitress?"

 Frannie handed Ray a beer. "Isn't this great? I can't believe Sonia and
Greg are getting married. It feels like they've only been dating for a
couple of months." She smiled up at Fraser. "They haven't known each other
half as long as we have."

 "Uhm, is that for me?" Fraser asked, nodding at the second glass in
Frannie's hand.

 "Oh, yes. I got you fruit punch. I know you don't drink. You're always
so..."

 Ray rolled his eyes, unwilling to watch another Frannie gushfest. "Hey...
food!"

 ~

 Ray could still smell the punch on Fraser's breath. He should have been
suspicious; he was a fucking detective for Christ's sake! But no, he'd
wandered off and left Fraser sucking down 'fruit' punch while he stuffed
himself with cold cuts, chugged the free beer, and chatted up the bride's
sister.

 ~

 "What?" Frannie's yowl was audible over the music, so Ray wandered over.

 "I just mean, that if you want to attract a man who will marry you, it
might be better to act like wife material, rather than a crazed man-hungry
succubus. And dressing like a loose woman doesn't help either."

 Ray couldn't believe he'd heard that coming out of Fraser's mouth.
"Fraser!"

 Fraser turned around and a wide happy grin spread over his face. "Ray!"

 Uh oh. "Frannie, what was in that punch?" Ray looked around, but Frannie
was gone. "Dammit, Fraser! You can taste the difference between types of
dirt, but you can't taste when someone slips you a Mickey?" Ray grabbed
the almost empty glass out of his hand and took a sip. "Gah, some kind of
sticky girly thing. And probably vodka too. How many of these have you
had?"

 "Raaaay..."

 Ray looked up in time to see Fraser lunge at him, and just managed to
brace himself so they didn't both land on the floor. He'd hugged Fraser
before, but he was just realising he'd never really been hugged back. A
Fraser-hug was obviously something of an experience. He felt... enveloped.


 "Okay, I think we need to get you home right now," Ray said, pulling
Fraser towards the door.

 "Fuck that," Fraser said, "Take me to your home. I'm so sick and tired of
sleeping on that cot."

 "Hey, what happened to Fraser?" Dewey asked as they passed his table.

 "Ah, Dewey. You really should lay off the onion rings. You smell bad
enough as it is, without adding mmmf!" Ray slapped his hand over Fraser's
mouth, then jerked it away again as Fraser licked his palm and started
giggling. "You should see your face, Ray. Don't act the shocked virgin, I
bet that's not the first time you've been licked by a man."

 "Holy shit! You did not just say that!" Ray grabbed Fraser by the front
of his shirt and towed him out onto the street. Fraser didn't seem all
that drunk, but he definitely wasn't sober. "What the fuck is wrong with
you?" Ray couldn't believe he was blushing; almost-forty year old cops do
not blush.

 Fraser laughed. "Ray, you're a lot more fun when you're being pissy." 

 "So you thought you'd call me queer in a room full of cops? You asshole.
I should leave you on the street so you can get mugged, like any other
stupid annoying drunk on a Friday night." It was tempting, so tempting to
do just that.

 "But you're not going to. I know you Ray, you're as soft as warm butter
on the inside." Fraser reached out and rubbed Ray's stomach, which was
whole worlds of weird.

 Ray backed up. "Okay, Fraser, seriously, you do not do that, okay? I'm
going to get us a cab, and then you're going to come back to my place and
I'll make coffee strong enough to sober up the dead."

 ~

 Ray stared at the ceiling, and wondered if he'd ever be able to hear the
expression 'come up for coffee', without thinking of tonight. They hadn't
had coffee, Ray hadn't even made it as far as the kitchen. Ray hadn't even
had a clue...

 ~

 "Fraser, I'm going to sit you down on the couch and make some coffee. You
want to watch some TV?" Ray stuffed his keys back into his jacket pocket
and hung it up.

 "I'd rather lie down, if that's okay with you?" Fraser said, leaning
against the door.

 "Uh. Okay, I guess. You can take my bed, I'll bunk down on the couch. You
really need to sleep that off." Ray walked over to the bedroom door. "You
want me to change the sheets..."

 "Ray." Fraser was right behind him. "Ray Ray Ray."

 And then Fraser kissed him.

 ~

 Ray touched his lips. He could still feel that first shocking touch. Warm
and soft, with the sweet taste of fruit and alcohol. His lips felt sore
now, bruised from kisses, and stubble, and the way he'd bitten his lips to
stop from crying out.

 ~

 "Fraser... what...?" Ray pulled back and stared at Fraser in shock. "I
don't... I'm not..." gay, queer, what was a good word here? "Are you?"

 "Lie down with me, Ray. It's been so long since I just laid down with
someone. You're my friend, aren't you?" Fraser smiled a tiny hopeful smile
at Ray, which just cranked Ray's confusion up another notch.

 "Yeah, I'm your friend, but..."

 "Do you trust me?"

 Right up until this moment, the answer to that would have been an
unthinking 'yes'. "I guess."

 "Just lie down with me. Until I fall asleep." Fraser tugged gently on the
sleeve of Ray's shirt, and moved towards the bedroom.

 It was a bad idea, Ray knew that, but Fraser never asked for anything. At
least, he never asked for anything for himself. "Okay, but no funny stuff.
I'm not like that." Ray followed Fraser into the bedroom, and kicked off
his shoes.

 Fraser sat down on the bed to unlace his boots. "Are you sure? You've
never even thought about it?"

 Ray sat down and patted Fraser on the back. "I've thought about shooting
Dewey in the face, doesn't mean it's something I'd ever do, or really want
to. People think weird shit, it doesn't mean anything."

 "So you have thought about it?" Fraser lay back on the bed, and shifted
over, leaving a space for Ray, a rather too narrow space in Ray's opinion.

 Ray felt very tense like this, he lay down and tried not to twitch. He
really didn't want to lie still, he wanted to jump up and do something.
Kick someone in the head, dance until he was cross-eyed, something.
Hopefully the booze would kick in fast and he wouldn't have to lie here
long. "Fraser, just go to sleep, okay? Man, you are going to be really
embarrassed tomorrow."

 "If I'm going to be embarrassed anyway, I might as well make the most of
it," Fraser said, rolling over and wrapping an arm around Ray. "It's not
'funny stuff', Ray. Just a hug." Ray's ears were ringing. This was... not
exactly scary, but definitely unsettling. Then Fraser put his head down on
Ray's chest and sighed. "Simple human contact, it's a luxury for me, I'm
afraid. In the time we've known each other, you've touched me more than
anyone else ever has, apart from my mother, but I don't really remember
her, so that doesn't count."

 ~

 Who knew Fraser could be so manipulative? Well, okay, Ray had had a few
clues, but he'd never expected Fraser to use his powers for anything other
than good. Sleeping, he looked so innocent, like he'd never even consider
climbing into a guy's bed and making the moves on him.

 ~

 They lay there in silence for what felt like hours to Ray, but probably
wasn't more than twenty minutes. Fraser kept running his hands over his
chest and down his side, which didn't exactly tickle, but made him twitchy
and... horny. But only because it had been so long since he'd had
prolonged contact with anyone, and his brain connected 'lying down and
hugging' with 'getting some'. Then Fraser slid a leg over one of Ray's and
propped himself up on one elbow. "If you did... find yourself attracted to
men, would I be your type?"

 "Jeeze, Fraser!" Ray said, "That's a dumb question. You're everyone's
type. Everyone that likes guys, that is."

 "I think you're my type," Fraser said. "It's hard to tell, I don't really
have much experience with either sex. I've only been with seven people,
and they were all very different."

 "Seven, huh?" That was six more than Ray would have guessed. "That's more
than me."

 "Really?" Fraser seemed surprised. "I suppose that makes sense, you were
married for so long. You just always seemed so much more worldly and
experienced than me."

 It was weird, but he was actually starting to feel pretty comfortable
now. And getting Fraser to open up about his past was really interesting.
"Not that worldly, I guess. Three women, that's all."

 "Oh well, you've been with more women than me."

 "What? This isn't like... a new thing for you? Not that this is anything,
right? This is just us talking and... uh... hugging."

 Fraser grinned. "In bed."

 "On the bed, Fraser. Not in the bed. On the bed. Fully clothed. Big
difference." That twitchy feeling was coming back, and everywhere Fraser
was touching felt just a little too warm. And half-hard didn't count as
'anything' either. Really.

 "If you say so, Ray." Ben was doing the stroking thing down his ribs
again.

 "I did say so. You heard me, didn't you? There's a difference."

 "Mmm, pissy Ray is back. I like pissy Ray better than nervous Ray."
Fraser's hand caught in the fabric of Ray's shirt and tugged it out from
under the waistband of his jeans. "There's a lot of honesty in anger, but
you use it to hide behind too, don't you?" Fraser swept his hand back down
and rested it on the bare skin of Ray's stomach. "I know what you're
hiding under there."

 "Okay, enough." Ray sat up and scooched up to lean against the headboard.
"What the Hell is going on?"

 Fraser followed him up the bed. "You're the most important person in my
life, Ray. I can't imagine ever caring about anyone as much as I do you. I
know you have people you love, and who love you, but you're the only
person I have."

 Now Ray felt guilty, but he wasn't sure why. "Fraser, don't be stupid,
everybody loves you."

 "No they don't, they don't even know me. I've known Francesca for over
three years, and she doesn't know me at all. If she did, she wouldn't
still be chasing me. She'd know it was completely pointless." Fraser
rested his head on Ray's shoulder. "You're the only person who knows me.
I'd like to think you at least consider me a good friend."

 "Yeah, I do." Ray sighed, and Fraser slipped his hand under his shirt
again. It felt sort of nice, and it wasn't as if the idea of cuddling up
to Fraser was stomach-turning. "You're my best friend, I'm just not sure
about..." Ray waved his hand around, "...this sort of gay thing."

 "I know people categorise sections of the human race by what they do, but
I don't really think of myself that way. I just - do what feels good with
people I care about. Does it have to have a label?" 

 Fraser's hand was warm on Ray's ribs, and Ray felt himself reacting to
the slow caress. "And you want to do what feels good with me? What if what
feels good for you doesn't feel good for me?"

 "Then tell me to stop."

 ~

 Yeah, 'stop'. Such a simple word. Why hadn't he stopped it right then and
there? Because he was curious? Because he'd had a couple of beers? Because
he didn't want to hurt Fraser's feelings? Because he liked it, and wanted
it?

 Yeah, that last one. Maybe.

 ~

 Fraser's lips were soft against his, soft little sucking kisses along his
bottom lip. Ray couldn't deny that it felt good, so why not? It was just
making out, nothing serious. He kissed back, and there weren't any ominous
rolls of thunder or a sudden urge to take up interior decorating.

 Ray's shirt slid off, which was weird because he didn't realise it was
unbuttoned. It looked like Fraser was as good at this as he was at
everything else. Fraser was ghosting light touches all over his chest,
occasionally brushing over a nipple, or touching that bit on the side of
his ribs that always made his hair stand on end.

 "Okay?" Fraser asked, and there was a glimpse of everyday Fraser under
the weird pod-Fraser that had crawled out of a glass of punch.

 "Yeah, I'm okay. Are you? I mean, you're not really yourself, are you?
How are you going to feel about this when you wake up in the morning?"

 Fraser sat up a little and looked like he was thinking about the question
seriously. "I suppose I shall be embarrassed. I'll probably apologise a
lot. I won't regret it, if that's what you're asking; this is something
I've wanted for a while now."

 That was both worrying and comforting. "Just so you know, I'm probably
going to freak out big time in the morning."

 Fraser grinned. "Understood."

 ~

 Well yeah, definitely freaking out. Fraser's breath was warm against his
arm as Ray stared at the ceiling. Freaking out in an 'Oh my God, what the
Hell was I thinking, and will I ever feel normal again?' sort of way.

 ~

 Ray's jeans were too tight, and had been ever since Fraser had climbed on
top of him and wedged a knee between his legs. He was going crazy from the
way Fraser moved against him and tongue-fucked his mouth, but he didn't
know what to do about it. He could reach down and unfasten his jeans, but
that would be crossing a line, and he wasn't sure if he was ready for
that. 

 Fraser, of course, just wriggled a hand between them and tugged open the
top button. The rest popped open like magic, and Ray groaned, half in
relief, half in resigned amusement at Fraser's aptitude at getting him out
of his clothes. Then Fraser slipped his hand into the gap and rubbed two
fingers over the head of Ray's cock and Ray started groaning for
completely different reasons.

 Fraser started sucking on Ray's neck, just below and behind Ray's ear,
and how the Hell did Fraser know that was a hot spot? That and the fingers
worming their way into his boxer briefs were really turning his crank. The
Fraser pulled his hand back.

 "Hey!"

 "Sorry, Ray. It's just that the angle was hurting my wrist. Maybe if
I..." and Fraser rolled to the side, knelt up on the bed and tugged Ray's
jeans and underwear down.

 "Whoa! Hey, that's kind of... uuuuh..." Whatever protest Ray had had
half-formed in his mind, it fled completely as Fraser leaned over and
swiped his tongue up his cock and started sucking. Ray was half aware that
his jeans were tangled around his ankles, and gave a mental shrug as he
kicked them off. It felt weirdly pornographic to be lying here with just
his socks on while Fraser - oh God - sucked him off.

 Ray hadn't had a blow job for years, and it had never been this good
before. Wet and sloppy, with plenty of suction and tongue, and no teeth at
all, which was great, because feeling teeth had made him nervous ever
since he saw The World According to Garp. Fraser had a hand down there
too, running his fingers over the bits of cock that weren't buried in his
mouth and sort of petting Ray's balls.

 Ray looked down. "Ah, Frase... God, when did you take your pants off?" 

 Fraser sort of grinned around Ray's cock, which should have looked funny,
but actually looked hot as Hell, then he pulled off and smothered Ray's
protest in a deep kiss. Ray was getting that 'enveloped' feeling again,
with Fraser lying on top of him all warm and hard and friendly.

 "I liked that," Ray said, "The sucking thing. Do it some more."

 "Certainly, Ray." Fraser smiled happily and slid down Ray's body until he
was kneeling between Ray's legs, then pulled off his shirt in a smooth
move that made Ray wonder again just how much doctored punch Fraser had
really had. Ray got an eyeful of Fraser's body and nearly jumped right off
the bed.

 "Uncut, huh?" Ray squeaked. Fraser's cock was probably the scariest thing
he'd seen since the last time he'd been held at gunpoint. It was thick,
dark and veiny, with a huge foreskin that covered the head, even now when
he looked to be completely erect. It looked wild and messy and biological.
Ray's brain kept sending him helpful little messages like 'What do you
with that when you put a condom on? Do you roll it back or what?', 'Shit,
he's bigger than me. I should have known.' and 'Fraser uses that to fuck
men in the ass!'

 Fraser must have found the look on his face funny or something, because
he laughed, and reached down and stroked himself. Ray swallowed noisily as
the head of Fraser's cock slid out from under all that skin; it was shiny
and wet, and an angry-looking purple. Then Fraser's face was back down
between Ray's legs, and Ray's cock, which had softened a little when
confronted with The Monster, perked back up again.

 Fraser wasn't going to want him to do anything with that, was he? This
was just Fraser doing stuff to him, he wasn't doing anything back, right?
Only that sounded really selfish. Ray sighed as Fraser's tongue explored
his balls and decided that if it came down to it, he could probably jerk
Fraser off. It might even be kind of interesting: finding out about a
foreskin first-hand, so to speak.

 Fraser's tongue was working its way backward now and Ray spread his legs
wider without even thinking about it. God, Fraser's tongue was huge. Then
Fraser slid his hand's under Ray's ass and tilted him up a little. 

 "Jesus! What? No... Fraser, that's disgusting. Don't do that." Ray
twitched and complained as Fraser slid his tongue down to his asshole.

 "Trust me," Fraser murmured, and licked again.

 "No ass stuff, Frase... oh God... ohhhhh God." It felt so good. Way too
good to be discovering this late in life. Ray knew his asshole was
sensitive, but he hadn't realised it would feel so good to have someone
licking it.

 "Roll over, Ray. It'll be better."

 ~

 Ray put his hands over his face and let out a shuddering breath. That had
been it. That was the line he shouldn't have crossed. He'd gone from
messing around with a friend, to being Fraser's ass-boy when he rolled
over without a complaint. And he hadn't complained, he hadn't even
hesitated, he'd just flipped over and spread his legs as wide as they'd
go.

 Like a slut. Jesus.

 ~

 Ray's whole world had shrunk down to the amazing feeling of Fraser's
tongue. Warm and wet, it seemed to be everywhere. Fraser would lick softly
across Ray's hole, then harder, teasing the tight ring of muscle.

 Ray reached down to touch himself, but Fraser grabbed his wrist. "No...
not yet. Just relax, I want to make the most of this while I have it."

 So Ray had laid there passive as Fraser drove him out of his mind. When
Fraser urged him up onto his knees, Ray moaned as he lost the ability to
hump against the sheets, and then cried out as Fraser pushed his tongue
inside, closely followed by a saliva-wet finger.

 ~

 How could Fraser have done that? Just put part of himself inside, like it
was easy. Like it didn't change anything. Like it didn't change
everything.

 ~

 Fraser pulled his tongue away, and slid in two fingers to replace it.
"Okay, Ray?" He asked.

 "Uh huh, yeah," Ray moaned, "Don't stop. It's fucking amazing."

 "Oh Ray, it gets better. Much better."

 Ray doubted that. "Any better than this and I'll die." Fraser pushed his
fingers deeper and yeah... it got better. Ray yelled and pushed further
down on Fraser's fingers, and then Fraser started licking again.

 Ray wasn't sure how long Fraser had spent fingering and licking him,
while he humped the air helplessly and bit his lip to stop from moaning
loud enough to wake the neighbours. He was lost in sensation, but it
wasn't quite enough...

 "Do it, Fraser," Ray gasped. "Do it."

 "Do what, Ray?" Fraser sounded way too calm.

 "You know what. Do it. Put it in me." Ray reached over and tugged open
the drawer of his bedside table. "There's hand cream in there. That'll
work, right?"

 Fraser was still for a moment, then slipped his fingers out of Ray. Ray
watched him pick the cream out of the drawer and inspect the ingredients.
"Yes, this should be fine."

 Ray pressed his burning face into the cool cotton of his pillowcase, and
listened to Fraser unscrewing the lid of the jar, and the faint slurping
sounds as he scooped out the contents. He flinched as the cold cream was
wiped down the crease of his ass, but it warmed up quickly, and when
Fraser slid three lubricated fingers into him, Ray relaxed and sighed.
"Yeah, this works. This is good."

 Then the fingers were gone and Ray felt a blunt pressure against his
asshole. It felt good for a moment, and then it slid in a little and the
pain started. Ray bit his lip again and tried to control his breathing. Oh
God, this was bad. This was wrong, people shouldn't do this. He'd let
Fraser finish, because he'd asked Fraser to do it, and it wasn't fair to
back out halfway through, but this was a one time only kind of thing.
Never again. Ow.

 ~

 Oh God, condoms. They hadn't used a condom. How fucking stupid was he? He
even had some in the same drawer as the hand cream, but it hadn't even
crossed his mind that he needed them.

 ~

 Fraser kept up a steady pressure, and gradually slipped deeper and
deeper. Ray was glad he wasn't thrusting just yet, and sent a mental
apology to Stella for her first time. The plumbing wasn't exactly the
same, but if he'd known what it felt like to have something shoved into
you, he'd have been a lot more careful.

 "Mmmmm," Fraser moaned softly. It was the first aroused noise Ray had
heard Fraser make. "Ray... are you all right?"

 No, not really. "Try anything once, remember?"

 "Hmm." Fraser reached around, under Ray and found his cock, now
completely soft. "Oh dear." Then he twisted his hips and moved inside Ray,
and Ray yelled in surprise. It was like the fingers, but ten times better.


 It still hurt, but Fraser's careful thrusts and the way he stroked Ray's
cock back to life made the pain seem unimportant. He felt looser now too,
like his body had adjusted to having a cock in it. He was slippery and
open and Fraser was gliding in and out easily.

 Ray got hard again a lot faster than he expected to. He'd never found
pain a turn-on, but Fraser was playing his body like he knew it better
than Ray did. Fraser was thrusting deep and regular, while his hand
squeezed and stroked Ray's cock, and Ray felt himself getting closer and
closer to coming.

 "Yeah... oh yeah! Nearly... more, Fraser. Just a bit more." And Fraser
leaned over Ray's back and bit down lightly on the back of Ray's neck.

 Ray came hard. Harder than he remembered ever coming before. He could
feel his muscles tightening around Fraser, and Fraser's cock flexing
inside him and pressing on the perfect spot. Fraser's hand kept tugging at
his cock until he'd finished coming and Ray's knees gave way.

 Ray lay gasping for breath. He wasn't sure what to say now, and settled
for "Fraser... you're kind of squashing me." He twisted his head back, but
all he could see was the top of Fraser's head. Then Fraser gave a breathy
little snore and Ray tried not to giggle hysterically.

 Some careful wriggling got him out from under Fraser, though not without
a moan of pain as Fraser's cock slid out of his ass. He sat up and watched
Fraser, his mind finally clear of confusion and lust. It had been good,
sort of. He'd liked it, hadn't he? He even loved Fraser, although he
wasn't really sure what sort of love it was. Did he want to do this again?

 He shifted, trying to find a position that didn't hurt his ass, and
waited for Fraser to wake up.

 ~

 Yeah, waiting for Fraser to wake up.

 ~

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