Down and to the Left...	     

"Oooh, that feels really good, Frase." Fraser kept his hands moving in a
steady rhythm. "Oooh, yeah, right there. Good spot. Where'd ya learn ta do
this?" 

  

Fraser blushed. "Well, actually, Ray, I thought of it soon after we met.
You, er, seemed to be the type of person who would appreciate this." 

  

"Oh yeah, I appreciate it, all right. So where'd ya learn it?" 

  

"I began reading on the subject at the Public Library. From there, I was
able to track down several stores to supply both more specific techniques,
and also supplies." He changed the position of his hands, and the rhythm,
which earned him a happy squeak. 

  

"Ya can really find books on this?" 

  

"Certainly, Ray, for example, this technique is found in..." He was
interrupted by a yelp, and quickly reduced the pressure. "I'm sorry, Ray.
Did that hurt?" 

  

"Nah. Just kinda caught me by surprise. Do it again?" Fraser complied. 

  

"Oooh. Oooh! Try down a little, and to the left. Oooohhhh yeah, that is a
Very Good Spot." Ray was practically purring. Fraser was amused by the
variety of sounds he made: little squeaks, moans of pleasure, and tiny
yips whenever Fraser found a particularly sensitive area. Obviously, this
was something Ray enjoyed. Fraser was rather pleased with himself for
gathering the courage to suggest it. He uncapped the lubricant, and
without stopping the rhythm of his right hand, used his left to add a
little more to the area where he was working. 

  

"What is that smell?" 

  

"Juniper, mostly, with traces of..." 

  

"Never mind. It kind of smells like that stuff you use on bruises. Except
it don't stink quite that bad." Fraser did not dignify that remark with a
reply, except to move his hands to a new area, and begin another
technique, from a different book. 

    

Fraser leaned back on his heels and surveyed his partner. Ray was
completely, bonelessly relaxed, with a happy half-smile on the side of his
face Fraser could see. 

  

"Ray. Ray. Ray. Ray!" 

  

"Mmmph?" The blonde yawned and stretched, opening one eye to look at him. 

  

"You need to get up. We are expected to relieve Huey and Dewey at the
stakeout in 25 minutes." 

  

"'Kay." Another yawn. "Y'know, Frase, you give the world's best backrubs."