Intrusion	   Intrusion

 by Hel Virago

  

 

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 Story Notes: Written for the masturbation challenge.

 

 

 He should have knocked, he should have, his grandmother had certainly
taught him better than that. The fact that there was a connecting door
between the rooms was all the more reason to be respectful of Ray's
privacy. 

 And certainly, having seen what he had, he should forget it, should put
it behind him, should not press the heel of his hand against the front of
his trousers to try to quell the very sudden erection, nor find his hips
pushing forward, nor begin to rub... 

 All right, clearly this was something that needed to be taken care of, it
wouldn't just go away, but there was no reason to think about Ray's
sprawled body seeming to take up all of the bed, skin looking golden
against the awful hotel bedspread, thighs clenching as he pushed up into
his hand. 

 And so he wouldn't. He would simply take care of the problem, remove his
uniform and hang it up properly, trying desperately to ignore the
stimulation of his boxers, and why on earth did he starch them, anyway?
Perhaps it was time to stop that, although of course not for this reason,
this would never happen again. 

 It was happening now, so he gathered some tissues -- and why on earth
should he be blushing where no one could see him? -- and headed for the
corner chair with his hand still pressing firmly against his erection,
feeling perfectly ridiculous. It was impossible to get comfortable,
though, his elbows banging against the wooden arms of the chair, and
certainly staring at the case paperwork laid out on the table wasn't
helping any. 

 Well, fine. He would move to the bed. It seemed the most logical option.
And besides, why not do this in comfort? Others did this (Ray did this),
there was nothing wrong with it, it was perfectly natural to slip off his
underclothing so as not to get it sweaty and then to slide his hand around
his erection, feeling the prickle of pubic hair against his hand (Ray's
had been a lighter shade) and sighing at the feeling of pressure. 

 Oh... yes. Good. Why had he found this so awkward? It would be a relief
of tension, it was entirely sensible (after all, Ray had done it),
although sitting up didn't allow a real relaxation, so he moved up the bed
until he could lie upon the pillows, the tingly scratch of the bedspread
against his buttocks and thighs somehow arousing him further. 

 Sexual release was occasionally necessary for the male body, after all
(necessary for Ray), and he licked his hand and was doing pretty well with
the straightforward squeeze-and-pump method until he caught sight of
himself in the wall mirror, legs spread with abandon, cock dark red and
throbbing, one hand wrapped around it while the other stimulated his
testicles. He looked... ridiculous, he thought, but somehow it did nothing
to retard his climax but rather seemed to hurry it along. 

 He couldn't keep looking at himself, so he closed his eyes and tried very
hard to concentrate on the feeling of his hand moving wetly up and down,
up and down, in a slightly different rhythm from Ray's hand, but then
Ray's cock had looked rather wider around than his, and Ray had seemed to
be teasing himself with lazy strokes, more busy with the other hand, which
was... underneath his balls, rolling and playing... 

 He shouldn't be thinking of Ray, that was unconscionable and rude, and he
resolved not to, although if he were going to think about it he should at
least be honest and acknowledge the fact that Ray's hand was rather lower
than his testicles, was in fact touching... No, there was no point in
misrepresenting his own memories, after all, not just touching but
actually penetrating himself. Ray seemed, although of course it was
difficult to be sure from so far away, but he seemed to have had his two
middle fingers buried inside himself up to the second knuckle, and was
thrusting at a regular speed, pushing his body down onto them and then up
into the other hand, panting with pleasure. 

 Not that it was any of Fraser's business, but he did wonder, in the
spirit of inquiry, how that felt, to have one's own (or someone else's)
fingers inside one, and he slid his hand from his balls down along his
perineum and hesitantly brushed across his anus. That not turning out to
be particularly unpleasant, he wet the hand and returned it to its prior
location, trying very hard not to think about his actions, but instead
remembering Ray had pressed a third finger inside, and Fraser pressed one
finger against himsef and Ray had gasped and rocked down harder upon his
hand. As Fraser's finger began to slide inside he remembered the look on
Ray's face, and gave a half-strangled scream as his climax tensed every
muscle in his body and caused the backs of his eyelids to turn white. He
slowly relaxed, feeling an unnervingly pleasant laziness creep into his
bones, and heard the connecting door close. 

End Intrusion by Hel Virago: lorelei_fic@hotmail.com

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