Ocean      Ocean

 by grushenka

  

 

 Disclaimer: Due South, Benton Fraser, and Ray Kowalski belong to Alliance
Atlantis.

 Author's Notes: 

 Story Notes: Takes place during CotW; minor spoilers for that, plus one
rather vague reference to MotB.

 

 

 He was on a ship. 

 No -- he was underwater. He was... on a ship underwater? 

 Well, the rocking motion would seem to indicate the movement of a ship of
some sort; most likely not a very large one, judging by the violent snap
that punctuated the roll of each wave, though perhaps they had encountered
some particularly rough weather which would account for their turbulent
motions. That still did nothing to explain why he was underwater; or,
specifically, why this didn't seem to be adversely affecting his ability
to breathe in the slightest. And what was that heavy warmth surrounding
him? 

 "Ray?" 

 Ray peered down at him, head tilted, chin resting on Fraser's chest. "You
trust me, Fraser?" Silver bubbles floated from his mouth and nose as he
spoke, but the sound carried clearly. 

 Fraser nodded. The movement caused Ray's hair to sway with the waves. "Of
course, Ray." 

 "Then go that way." 

 Fraser twisted his head about, trying to see where Ray was pointing, but
both of Ray's hands were threaded through Fraser's hair. He looked around
the ship to see what their options might be, but all he could determine
was that the ship apparently resembled Ray's apartment in layout and
decor. Well, that was certainly odd. The chili pepper lights glowed
strangely in the water. 

 "But Ray, I can't..." Ray pouted. "That is, I don't..." Ray looked away
sadly. "Tell me which way to go, Ray." 

 And then it was dark. Fraser couldn't see, but there warm hands against
his face -- guiding him, showing him which way to go. He felt lips against
his own. He mumbled an indistinct "Ray" against them before opening his
mouth for the tongue that slid inside. The waves causing Ray's living room
to rock back and forth grew more turbulent. Fraser thrust up against Ray's
hips in the darkness. 

 "You.. Frase.." 

 No, wait -- that's not right. Fraser frowned. Ray's voice sounded --
hurt? no; scared? not quite; urgent? well, yes, but -- anguished. Ray was
scared and miserable and panting hot against his neck as he rocked his
hips hard against Fraser's. 

 Fraser opened his eyes with a start. He saw the inside of their tent,
heard the faint rustlings of Frobisher's men outside, smelled (sweat, sex,
tears, Ray) the clean snow and pine scent of home. 

 Ah. Oh dear. 

 "Ray--" he attempted, but fell silent as he heard a harsh moan from just
below his ear -- "sorry, Frase, so sorry.." -- and felt Ray thrust
erratically against him several more times before eventually stilling to
lie shaking, half on top of him, left thigh nudging the hopeful ache at
his groin. 

 Good Lord. 

 Fraser waited for Ray's breathing to slow somewhat, closing his eyes as
he felt the warm breath stir the hairs at the base of his skull. He turned
his face slightly to see him, head pressed tight against Fraser's
shoulder, eyes squeezed shut in denial. "Ray," he murmured. 

 Ray shook his head slightly, twitching no against Fraser's neck. "Not
yet, not yet," he whispered into Fraser's shirt. 

 Fraser shifted. "Ray," he said again. "Ray. Ray. Ray." 

 Ray lifted his head with a cringe. "Fraser." His eyes darted nervously
around the tent, looking wistfully at the door-flap before eventually
looking wistfully at Fraser. 

 Ray cleared his throat. "Uh." Ray swallowed. "Uh." Ray cleared his throat
again. "Fraser. That, uh, that wasn't -- or, uh, at least, I mean, I
didn't -- that wasn't, uh..." 

 Fraser kissed him. 

 Ray's lips parted, possibly in welcome, possibly in confusion. In any
event, Fraser took the opportunity to slide his tongue inside Ray's mouth.
The wet heat that surrounded him felt so good, he had to fight to restrain
himself from taking more, more, more as his body begged him to. He felt
the vibration of Ray's soft moan against him for one sweet moment before
Ray pulled away from him with a strangled gasp. 

 "You don't mind?" Ray asked. 

 The question seemed entirely superfluous, and not a little ridiculous, to
Fraser, as the answer was currently pressed hard against Ray's inner
thigh, but still Fraser had the presence of mind to groan out "please" as
he rubbed himself shamelessly against his partner. 

 The trepidation in Ray's eyes melted away to show relief, which just as
quickly was replaced with a playful heat that had Fraser moaning even
before Ray's hand slid slowly, achingly slowly down Fraser's chest and
under his waistband to grasp, then stroke his heated length. Fraser arched
and thrust and moaned some more, leaving open-mouthed kisses along Ray's
stubbled jaw as he panted and jerked and came all over Ray's hand. 

 Fraser lay dazed for a few moments, eyes closed, simply floating as he
listened to the combined sounds of his and Ray's breathing. When Ray
shifted to take his hand back, Fraser stirred. He dropped a kiss which
landed slightly to the left of Ray's mouth and asked him, "Stay." 

 Ray's eyebrows rose. "What, in your pants?" 

 Fraser's mouth twitched into an involuntary smile. "Here. With me. In the
Territories. In Chicago. In, ah, in my pants. Any place, just -- stay with
me." 

 "Oh," Ray answered thickly. "Oh, um, yeah. Yeah, okay." He grinned.
"We'll stay. We'll have an adventure." 

 An adventure. Fraser *hmm*ed contentedly as Ray settled in against his
chest for the night. Fraser fell asleep with Ray's scent in his nose and
Ray's warmth over his heart. His dreams were of Ray and the ocean and
adventure. 

End Ocean by grushenka: waverly@surfy.net

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