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ds_flashfictionWell I was asked several times for more, so here's a bit more. Unfortunately, I'm going to have to write yet another one because even after 974 words, I still haven't gotten to the sex.... Poor Ray.... ;D
Two days, it had been two days. Ray was about to come out of his skin. He had called in to work for both himself and Fraser. The Mountie could hardly go in looking like he did. Thatcher would probably have him/her arrested. They’d gone over the park with a sketch of the gypsy that Fraser had done, but so far they hadn’t found out squat. He didn’t want to give up hope that they could find a way to get Fraser’s old body back. The Canadian, on the other hand, was starting to get this sad look in those pretty blue eyes. It made Ray want to scream.
Well, if he wanted to be truthful to himself, it wasn’t the case that was driving him batshit. No, it was living with a woman again, all be it a Fraserfied woman, that was really messing with his head. At every turn, from the way Fraser tucked her hair behind her ears, to her sweet smell, reminded him of what his life used to be like before Stella stopped caring. The worst of it was that Fraser, being a guy or at least being himself, was completely unaware of the little things he was doing. Usually, the Mountie took obliviousness to new heights, but now… now that he had to live with it, because Frase could hardly go back to staying at the Consulate, Ray didn’t know whether to strangle him or kiss her.
Oh, and that whole pronoun thing was giving him a headache too.
It was the third night that Ray found himself again sitting on the couch next to this gorgeous creature that he snapped. The tension was just way too much, and since his partner was staying with him he couldn’t bring himself to relieve that tension when he lay down in bed at night. Partly because Frase was just in the next room on the couch, and partly because jerking off thinking about his best friend was just way too confusing, even if said friend looked like something out of a Victoria’s Secret catalogue at the moment. What set him off was a simple thing really. He had looked over at Fraser, who was reading one of his father’s journals quietly, and noticed the shirt. It shouldn’t have been a big deal. After all, Fraser had been wearing Ray’s clothes more often than his own because they weren’t as baggy on his new smaller body. But, it was just the thought of that soft gray cotton that belonged to him rubbing over even softer pale breasts that totally made him freak.
Ray darted to his feet and plowed into the kitchen to have just a small barrier between them. He leaned on the counter with his head bent over the sink chugging in breaths like a marathon runner. He should have known better. Fraser was still Fraser. He was still a cop.
"Ray? Is something wrong? Are you all right?" the voice asked way to close to him.
Ray jerked away as if Fraser was standing there with a cattle prod.
"Jeez, Frase! Don’t do that!"
"Ray..." Fraser asked softly.
"Don’t talk to me like that. I’m not some kind of skittish horse."
"Then stop acting like one."
Ray shot his buddy a look. He ran a hand through his hair and started to pace in the small space. Fraser had blocked the exit. There was no where for him to run. He wondered if that was the guy’s plan.
"Just back off all right," he finally managed.
"I’m just standing here, Ray."
He muttered, "Yeah, you’re always just standing there."
"What does that mean?"
Trust Mr. Bat Ears to hear that. Ray crossed his arms over his chest. He needed all the walls he could get.
"You don’t have a clue do you? Shit! Of course not. You’re still you. Still the master of, 'I don’t understand, Ray.'"
"Well I don’t! Tell me what’s wrong, please."
"I can’t, Frase. You got enough to deal with right now."
Fraser just looked confused. It was a cute expression on his new face. After a moment the tip of that wet pink tongue eased out of the corner of his mouth and slid across her lower lip.
"And for God’s sake quit licking your lips like that!" Ray yelled. His whole body was practically shaking. It was taking every scruple he ever had to keep him from pushing her up against the refrigerator and kissing the hell out of her.
Suddenly, it was like a light went on in Fraser’s eyes. Her eyebrows arched up together in surprise. It was an expression he’d seen a dozen times on Fraser’s face, usually after he’d shot his mouth off. Shit, looked like Mr. Oblivious finally got a clue.
"Oh," she said.
Ray looked down at his sock feet and felt like the worlds biggest jerk for about nine seconds. After that, his arms were full of fiery woman. Fraser had just flung herself at him after a moment of thought. She was kissing him all over his face, and he had to grab hold of her head, god her hair was soft, and pull her in for a real kiss. It was hot and wet and needy. Fraser gave as good as she got. Finally, they pulled away to breathe. Ray sighed and looked into those blue eyes. Then it hit him.
"Fraser! What the fuck!" he said, but didn’t let go.
"Ray, I..." Fraser hesitated.
They stared at each other for what felt like a long time. Ray was trying to make his world straight. It had kind of gotten tilted in the last few minutes. He wasn’t sure what Fraser was thinking. Neither of them was going to move again he realized.
"To hell with that," Ray said and kissed Fraser again.
Two days, it had been two days. Ray was about to come out of his skin. He had called in to work for both himself and Fraser. The Mountie could hardly go in looking like he did. Thatcher would probably have him/her arrested. They’d gone over the park with a sketch of the gypsy that Fraser had done, but so far they hadn’t found out squat. He didn’t want to give up hope that they could find a way to get Fraser’s old body back. The Canadian, on the other hand, was starting to get this sad look in those pretty blue eyes. It made Ray want to scream.
Well, if he wanted to be truthful to himself, it wasn’t the case that was driving him batshit. No, it was living with a woman again, all be it a Fraserfied woman, that was really messing with his head. At every turn, from the way Fraser tucked her hair behind her ears, to her sweet smell, reminded him of what his life used to be like before Stella stopped caring. The worst of it was that Fraser, being a guy or at least being himself, was completely unaware of the little things he was doing. Usually, the Mountie took obliviousness to new heights, but now… now that he had to live with it, because Frase could hardly go back to staying at the Consulate, Ray didn’t know whether to strangle him or kiss her.
Oh, and that whole pronoun thing was giving him a headache too.
It was the third night that Ray found himself again sitting on the couch next to this gorgeous creature that he snapped. The tension was just way too much, and since his partner was staying with him he couldn’t bring himself to relieve that tension when he lay down in bed at night. Partly because Frase was just in the next room on the couch, and partly because jerking off thinking about his best friend was just way too confusing, even if said friend looked like something out of a Victoria’s Secret catalogue at the moment. What set him off was a simple thing really. He had looked over at Fraser, who was reading one of his father’s journals quietly, and noticed the shirt. It shouldn’t have been a big deal. After all, Fraser had been wearing Ray’s clothes more often than his own because they weren’t as baggy on his new smaller body. But, it was just the thought of that soft gray cotton that belonged to him rubbing over even softer pale breasts that totally made him freak.
Ray darted to his feet and plowed into the kitchen to have just a small barrier between them. He leaned on the counter with his head bent over the sink chugging in breaths like a marathon runner. He should have known better. Fraser was still Fraser. He was still a cop.
"Ray? Is something wrong? Are you all right?" the voice asked way to close to him.
Ray jerked away as if Fraser was standing there with a cattle prod.
"Jeez, Frase! Don’t do that!"
"Ray..." Fraser asked softly.
"Don’t talk to me like that. I’m not some kind of skittish horse."
"Then stop acting like one."
Ray shot his buddy a look. He ran a hand through his hair and started to pace in the small space. Fraser had blocked the exit. There was no where for him to run. He wondered if that was the guy’s plan.
"Just back off all right," he finally managed.
"I’m just standing here, Ray."
He muttered, "Yeah, you’re always just standing there."
"What does that mean?"
Trust Mr. Bat Ears to hear that. Ray crossed his arms over his chest. He needed all the walls he could get.
"You don’t have a clue do you? Shit! Of course not. You’re still you. Still the master of, 'I don’t understand, Ray.'"
"Well I don’t! Tell me what’s wrong, please."
"I can’t, Frase. You got enough to deal with right now."
Fraser just looked confused. It was a cute expression on his new face. After a moment the tip of that wet pink tongue eased out of the corner of his mouth and slid across her lower lip.
"And for God’s sake quit licking your lips like that!" Ray yelled. His whole body was practically shaking. It was taking every scruple he ever had to keep him from pushing her up against the refrigerator and kissing the hell out of her.
Suddenly, it was like a light went on in Fraser’s eyes. Her eyebrows arched up together in surprise. It was an expression he’d seen a dozen times on Fraser’s face, usually after he’d shot his mouth off. Shit, looked like Mr. Oblivious finally got a clue.
"Oh," she said.
Ray looked down at his sock feet and felt like the worlds biggest jerk for about nine seconds. After that, his arms were full of fiery woman. Fraser had just flung herself at him after a moment of thought. She was kissing him all over his face, and he had to grab hold of her head, god her hair was soft, and pull her in for a real kiss. It was hot and wet and needy. Fraser gave as good as she got. Finally, they pulled away to breathe. Ray sighed and looked into those blue eyes. Then it hit him.
"Fraser! What the fuck!" he said, but didn’t let go.
"Ray, I..." Fraser hesitated.
They stared at each other for what felt like a long time. Ray was trying to make his world straight. It had kind of gotten tilted in the last few minutes. He wasn’t sure what Fraser was thinking. Neither of them was going to move again he realized.
"To hell with that," Ray said and kissed Fraser again.
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Date: 2003-07-30 11:46 pm (UTC)