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 by Luzula  

 Author's Notes: Written for akamine_chan's birthday. Thanks to spuffyduds
for the beta! This story is inspired by a line in keerawa's story "Slow
and Easy" that kind of stayed with me.

 

 Ray closed and locked the door behind him and dumped his jacket in the
corner. Next, the shoulder holster went off. He was sticky with sweat
where the holster had pressed against his t-shirt and his shoulders were
tense with unreleased violence. Yeah, Ray knew he said he'd kick the bad
guys in the head, but he was a professional, and you didn't do that. Not
unless they kicked first, anyway.

 He stretched his arms above his head, trying to ease the tension. Maybe
he could ask Fraser to give him a backrub later. His fingers somehow knew
exactly where to press and how hard, just on the right side of painful.

 Huh, where was Fraser? He'd said he was staying over tonight. His jacket
was hanging on a hook, but he wasn't in the living room, although Dief was
curled up on the couch sleeping. The kitchen was clean and tidy, which was
not the way Ray had left it that morning. They'd have to talk about that
someday soon, because they were obviously not on the same page in the
housecleaning book, and that could lead to trouble later on. Not today,
though. Ray caught himself rubbing at his eyebrow, and shook his head.

 Maybe Fraser had gone to bed already? He usually was tired after one of
those Consular functions, where he had to make polite to diplomats who
treated him like a waiter. Ray felt a tiny twinge of disappointment'"he'd
kind of hoped for a more constructive way to let off steam than punching
people in the face.

 Fraser turned out to be in the bedroom, but not asleep. He was sitting
against the wall with both his own and Ray's pillow behind his back,
reading a book, which was propped against his drawn-up knees. The sheets
were gathered at his waist, leaving his chest bare.

 "Welcome home, Ray." He put the book away, leaning over to place it face
down on the nightstand. Ray watched the play of muscles in his arms and
shoulder, then squinted to read the title of the book, but it was too
small to read without his glasses. "Hi, Fraser."

 "I'm sorry I couldn't join you. The reception was over at seven, and I
tried to call you, but I couldn't get a connection." Fraser looked
relaxed, and his hair was mussed and a little bit curly.

 "The charge on my cellphone was out. But I was with Huey and Dewey
anyway, I told you that, right? So it's not like you needed to be there."
Ray sat down on the edge of the bed, wanting his hands on that bare skin.

 "Yeah, you did tell me that. I wasn't worried." Ray ran his hand up
Fraser's arm, feeling the biceps flex a little as Fraser leaned into him.
His mouth was warm and soft, somehow languid, as he kissed Ray as if there
was no hurry in the world. Kind of like he did after they'd had sex.

 "Um, did you..." Ray sniffed the air, and yeah. He knew that smell.

 Fraser blushed a little. "Well, I'"yes."

 Ray couldn't decide if he was disappointed that Fraser hadn't waited for
him, or if the image of Fraser jerking off on his bed was the hottest
thing ever. How his hand would stroke slowly, firmly, and then speed up as
he got into it. He wondered what Fraser sounded like when no one was there
to listen.

 "Um," Ray said intelligently. Fraser reached out and stroked his fingers
slowly along Ray's hard-on, which was painfully trapped in his jeans. Ray
pushed him down, hands on his shoulders, getting his tongue deep into that
yielding mouth. Fraser hummed approvingly, and Ray groaned as his hips
found Fraser's thigh under the sheets and humped against it. God, he had
to get those jeans off.

 Fraser shoved him off a little, and Ray blinked at him, horny and
bewildered.

 "Ray, I was hoping you'd..." He trailed off, and pushing the sheet aside,
he got up on hands and knees near the edge of the bed. Ray could see the
muscles of his ass clench as he moved into position.

 "Oh. Yeah. God, yeah. Let me just get the lube." Ray turned, stupidly
knocking over a glass on the nightstand (empty, thank god) while rummaging
for the lube in the drawer. Not there, where the fuck was it?

 "That won't be necessary, Ray."

 "What?" Since when did they not need lube for this? He moved his hand
along the curve of Fraser's ass and then in between his legs. It was hot
and slippery and Ray's fingers just slid right into him with no
resistance, like they had an invitation. Which they pretty much had.
Fraser made an encouraging noise and tilted his hips up.

 Ray closed his eyes, trying to rein himself in a little, think about
something besides his dick, which wanted in on the action. But the image
of Fraser with his own fingers up his ass while he jerked off, maybe
imagining Ray inside of him...man, that got to him. Did it ever. How
Fraser's hips would move like he couldn't decide which hand he wanted the
most, the one on his cock or the fingers stroking into himself. How he
might make small gasping noises as he came, eyes closed and just totally
focused on the pleasure.

 Ray wasn't paying much attention to his own hands, but apparently they'd
decided to get on with it and push his jeans and underwear down just
enough to get his cock out. He steadied himself with one knee on the bed
and shoved himself deep inside Fraser. Fraser grunted and braced himself
with his arms, fingers tightening on the sheets.

 "Fuck," Ray said faintly. "You all right?"

 "Yes." Fraser shoved back, like he was urging Ray to get on with it.
Yeah, okay. He grabbed Fraser's hips and let himself go, finding his
rhythm. Ray was good with rhythm, and he moved with it, feeling Fraser
clench around him, impossibly good. He pried one of his hands off Fraser's
hip and reached around for Fraser's dick, wanting to make sure he wasn't
the only one having a good time. But Fraser swatted Ray's hand away,
widening his stance.

 Ray almost whimpered, because that was Fraser telling him to just go for
it. He held Fraser open with his thumbs and thrust hard, again and again,
feeling it build up like something inevitable. He looked down where they
were joined, at the open v of his jeans and his belt buckle swinging free,
and just lost it, coming for endless seconds inside Fraser.

 Fraser moved a little, and Ray realized that he was kind of lying on top
of him, and it couldn't really be that comfortable for Fraser with the
buttons on Ray's jeans digging into his side.

 "Sorry, didn't mean to squash you." He wriggled away, getting Fraser face
to face. He looked kind of dazed and fucked out. "Um, did you...? I mean,
I felt kind of selfish there..."

 Fraser smiled at him, a lazy and satisfied smile like a cat curled up in
the sun. Ray thought he'd be purring if he could.

 "Mmm. Ray." He tugged Ray closer with a hand sneaking under the jeans
that still half covered Ray's ass. Ray thought about getting out of them,
but didn't have the energy.

 "So what was that about?"

 Fraser looked like he might blush if he wasn't still in the afterglow
phase, but as it was, his words came out slow and sure. "Well, you
remember our conversation the other day? About sexual fantasies?"

 "Mm-hm." Ray nodded against Fraser's shoulder, then his brain caught up.
"Wait. You mean you had a fantasy about me fucking you after you jerked
off?"

 "Well, the important part was that you do it urgently, with your clothes
still on."

 Wow, Fraser wanting him like that was so fucking hot. And even more,
Fraser feeling relaxed enough with him that he could talk about his
fantasies like this--that really got to Ray. He remembered Fraser the
first time, the need of it, how his hands had been almost rough on Ray's
body, and how he'd clammed up afterwards, not wanting to talk about it.
Ray could feel the words in his throat, almost making it out this time: "I
love you, Fraser". But he shouldn't say it after sex, that didn't really
count. Someday soon, he'd look Fraser right in the eyes and say it. He
would.

 Now, though, Ray said: "And did you like it?"

 Fraser grinned again, looking just a tiny bit smug. "Oh, yes."

 "Well, anytime, you know. It was my pleasure."

 "That's good to know, Ray." Fraser sat up, tugging Ray's jeans and
underwear off. Ray raised his arms over his head, and Fraser pulled off
his t-shirt, too. Maybe he ought to brush his teeth. On the other hand, he
really didn't want to move. Fraser spooning up behind him tipped the
scales, and Ray decided that he was happy right where he was.  
  

End Right Here by Luzula 

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