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ds_flashfictionSo here's the conclusion to my cliche piece. Most of you wanted smut, so here's your smut (which isn't my strong suit, but I think I did all right). I went a little over board on the wordage... 1341 words. I think I can be forgiven now that I'm finally done. Thanks to everyone that kept begging for more. I hope I did right by you all.
Ray thought, ‘Rewind Kowalski, how the hell did you get here? Good damn question. We were in the kitchen. Then Fraser kissed me, and... and... Holy shit.’
Ray’s whole body trembled on the bed as Fraser took her time smelling and licking his bare chest. Her tongue was doing things that were probably illegal, even in Canada, and he was having trouble focusing. Part of him was wondering if he shouldn’t be stopping this right now. Frase was probably feeling vulnerable or something because of this whole body switching thing. Not that you could tell at the moment. The tip of Fraser’s tongue slid around his nipple slowly and his hips jerked up of their own volition.
‘Bad hips! No! This is your buddy, this is Fraser for Pete’s sake!’ he thought quickly. The hips had no comment.
It was just like him really. He wanted something really badly and when he got it, he starting thinking of reasons why he shouldn’t have it. It was annoying. Fraser seemed to have no problem with this situation, why couldn’t he just go with it like that? Ray closed his eyes and let Fraser play. His now long dark tresses brushed against Ray’s ribs as the Mountie continued to lather attention on his nipples.
‘But...’ he thought again.
‘Shut up brain!’ his libido screamed.
"Fraser?" he whispered.
‘Damnit,’ his libido cursed.
"Yes, Ray?" Fraser asked with a breathy phone sex voice. Ray tried not to groan.
"Are you sure about this?"
"Oh, yes, Ray."
"So you’ve thought about this before. I mean, before you had like estrogen and stuff?" he asked surprised.
Fraser sat up straddling his hips. All her weight was suddenly centered in a very happy place. Ray had trouble focusing again. His libido started snickering. Fraser ran a finger tip over her eyebrow causing Ray’s attention to snap back to the present. That was a regular Fraser move. He was uncomfortable.
"Yes, Ray," Fraser said softly.
Ray thought about that for a half a second before his hands slid up underneath his T-shirt that Fraser was wearing. She squirmed on his lap as he gently ran his fingers over silky skin. He pulled the shirt off of her and brought it to his nose for a quick inhale before throwing it wildly.
"I can handle that, I think," he said and pulled her into a kiss again. For a straight laced guy, Frase was a real dirty kisser. It was all tongue and thrusting and hot, hot, hot. They were both moaning a bit before Fraser pulled away. Her hands ran lovingly over his shoulders and down his arms. She took her time over his tattoo as if trying to trace it into memory. It gave him a chance to look at this new mysterious body in front of him.
Her breasts weren’t huge, but nicely shaped and perky. They looked very suckable. Ray bent his head down to confirm this and Fraser gasped and squirmed again. He grabbed her hips pushing them down hard against him. Fraser took the hint and started grinding in earnest. She was making these tiny little noises that were driving him crazy.
He pulled back from her nipple and hissed, "Pants off..."
Fraser flipped off of him onto her back beside him on the bed and quickly pulled off the sweatpants she had been wearing.
"I meant mine," Ray sighed and stood quickly shucking his jeans and boxers off.
"Oh, I’m sorry, Ray," she apologized in perfect Mountie form.
He froze. For a moment he’d forgotten again just who he was getting ready to get busy with. The small hand that wrapped around his cock stopped all thought. Ray made a very unmanly noise and looked down at Fraser. She was looking up at him through her bangs with the sexiest look and kept playing with him.
"God, Frase, you are such a slut," he said with a smile. Ray grabbed her under the arms and tossed her back up onto the bed.
"Ray!" Fraser gasped, scandalized.
He chuckled and crawled his way up the bed over her body and said, "Aw shaddup, I’m bigger than you now."
He lowered himself on top of her and kissed her again. Pale arms and legs wrapped around him with a contented sigh. Slowly, she began to squirm underneath him impatiently. He growled at the back of his throat like Dief, but pulled back a little.
"Are you really sure about this?" he asked looking into those blue eyes that hadn’t really changed.
"Ray, Ray, Ray..." Fraser groaned again impatient.
"Just checking," he said. Reaching down between them, he began to stroke her with his fingers.
Fraser made a strangled noise and pushed against his fingers with her hips. Ray smiled and slid down her body leaving gentle little kisses in his wake. A quick application of his tongue and she was bucking like a bronco. Ray took a moment to grin. If it was one thing he had become well versed at in his years with Stella, it was this. He supposed having a demanding wife, ex-wife, was a good thing. Fraser was moaning and gasping, and he wondered if the Mountie was as loud as a guy.
Suddenly, Ray had a funny feeling in his stomach. Maybe it was remembering that Fraser was a guy. He thought about it.
"Ray! Ray, please!" Fraser begged pulling at him.
He moved back up the lovely pale body pulling her spread thighs up a bit with him. He took a moment to kiss that luscious mouth one more time before the main event. Slowly, he moved inside her and gasped at the tight heat there. She was radiating like a furnace, but that shouldn’t have been a big shock. Fraser had always been so warm. As they moved together, Fraser grasped at him. That funny feeling in his stomach returned. It was good, it was so good, but it wasn’t greatness. It should have been greatness. Of course, there was no stopping now and he felt that tight slow second before he came. Fraser sobbed beneath him and her body clutched him in orgasm. He tilted his head back and grunted loudly.
Ray lay there for a blissful moment before he opened his eyes and almost screamed his head off. Fraser was shifting and changing. The long dark tresses drew up into a short slightly curly cut. Shoulders widened, hips narrowed, breasts disappeared, and the chest spread. It was over in seconds and Fraser, same as he ever was, lay on the bed beside him blinking. Ray opened and closed his mouth but no sounds came out. He reached out quickly and grasped his friend’s cock.
"Ray!"
"Frase, you have a dick!" Ray said happily.
"Since I was born, Ray," Fraser said. It should have been snarky, but apparently the Mountie was too tired to care and it came out a little flat. Ray smiled anyway.
"Does this... does this change things?" Fraser asked softly.
Ray thought about it. For some reason the funny feeling in his stomach was completely gone. So that was it.
"I don’t think so. The whole time before. I mean a few minutes ago. That was good and all, but it wasn’t greatness. It wasn’t you."
"Ah."
"Don’t ‘ah’ me! Don’t you understand what I’m saying here?"
"No, Ray."
Ray bent down and kissed Fraser. This one wasn’t as down and dirty. It was more sweet and tender. Frase smiled as he pulled away.
"Now he gets it, and you’re supposed to be the smart one."
Fraser sighed.
"So what do you think made you change back?" Ray asked absently resting his head on the manly chest beside him.
"I believe because you made me happy, Ray."
"Well, hell if I would have known that, I would have nailed you that first night."
"Ray!" Fraser admonished over his chuckling. Maybe later he’d get to try out the old body and see if it would be greatness. He was pretty sure it would be.
Ray thought, ‘Rewind Kowalski, how the hell did you get here? Good damn question. We were in the kitchen. Then Fraser kissed me, and... and... Holy shit.’
Ray’s whole body trembled on the bed as Fraser took her time smelling and licking his bare chest. Her tongue was doing things that were probably illegal, even in Canada, and he was having trouble focusing. Part of him was wondering if he shouldn’t be stopping this right now. Frase was probably feeling vulnerable or something because of this whole body switching thing. Not that you could tell at the moment. The tip of Fraser’s tongue slid around his nipple slowly and his hips jerked up of their own volition.
‘Bad hips! No! This is your buddy, this is Fraser for Pete’s sake!’ he thought quickly. The hips had no comment.
It was just like him really. He wanted something really badly and when he got it, he starting thinking of reasons why he shouldn’t have it. It was annoying. Fraser seemed to have no problem with this situation, why couldn’t he just go with it like that? Ray closed his eyes and let Fraser play. His now long dark tresses brushed against Ray’s ribs as the Mountie continued to lather attention on his nipples.
‘But...’ he thought again.
‘Shut up brain!’ his libido screamed.
"Fraser?" he whispered.
‘Damnit,’ his libido cursed.
"Yes, Ray?" Fraser asked with a breathy phone sex voice. Ray tried not to groan.
"Are you sure about this?"
"Oh, yes, Ray."
"So you’ve thought about this before. I mean, before you had like estrogen and stuff?" he asked surprised.
Fraser sat up straddling his hips. All her weight was suddenly centered in a very happy place. Ray had trouble focusing again. His libido started snickering. Fraser ran a finger tip over her eyebrow causing Ray’s attention to snap back to the present. That was a regular Fraser move. He was uncomfortable.
"Yes, Ray," Fraser said softly.
Ray thought about that for a half a second before his hands slid up underneath his T-shirt that Fraser was wearing. She squirmed on his lap as he gently ran his fingers over silky skin. He pulled the shirt off of her and brought it to his nose for a quick inhale before throwing it wildly.
"I can handle that, I think," he said and pulled her into a kiss again. For a straight laced guy, Frase was a real dirty kisser. It was all tongue and thrusting and hot, hot, hot. They were both moaning a bit before Fraser pulled away. Her hands ran lovingly over his shoulders and down his arms. She took her time over his tattoo as if trying to trace it into memory. It gave him a chance to look at this new mysterious body in front of him.
Her breasts weren’t huge, but nicely shaped and perky. They looked very suckable. Ray bent his head down to confirm this and Fraser gasped and squirmed again. He grabbed her hips pushing them down hard against him. Fraser took the hint and started grinding in earnest. She was making these tiny little noises that were driving him crazy.
He pulled back from her nipple and hissed, "Pants off..."
Fraser flipped off of him onto her back beside him on the bed and quickly pulled off the sweatpants she had been wearing.
"I meant mine," Ray sighed and stood quickly shucking his jeans and boxers off.
"Oh, I’m sorry, Ray," she apologized in perfect Mountie form.
He froze. For a moment he’d forgotten again just who he was getting ready to get busy with. The small hand that wrapped around his cock stopped all thought. Ray made a very unmanly noise and looked down at Fraser. She was looking up at him through her bangs with the sexiest look and kept playing with him.
"God, Frase, you are such a slut," he said with a smile. Ray grabbed her under the arms and tossed her back up onto the bed.
"Ray!" Fraser gasped, scandalized.
He chuckled and crawled his way up the bed over her body and said, "Aw shaddup, I’m bigger than you now."
He lowered himself on top of her and kissed her again. Pale arms and legs wrapped around him with a contented sigh. Slowly, she began to squirm underneath him impatiently. He growled at the back of his throat like Dief, but pulled back a little.
"Are you really sure about this?" he asked looking into those blue eyes that hadn’t really changed.
"Ray, Ray, Ray..." Fraser groaned again impatient.
"Just checking," he said. Reaching down between them, he began to stroke her with his fingers.
Fraser made a strangled noise and pushed against his fingers with her hips. Ray smiled and slid down her body leaving gentle little kisses in his wake. A quick application of his tongue and she was bucking like a bronco. Ray took a moment to grin. If it was one thing he had become well versed at in his years with Stella, it was this. He supposed having a demanding wife, ex-wife, was a good thing. Fraser was moaning and gasping, and he wondered if the Mountie was as loud as a guy.
Suddenly, Ray had a funny feeling in his stomach. Maybe it was remembering that Fraser was a guy. He thought about it.
"Ray! Ray, please!" Fraser begged pulling at him.
He moved back up the lovely pale body pulling her spread thighs up a bit with him. He took a moment to kiss that luscious mouth one more time before the main event. Slowly, he moved inside her and gasped at the tight heat there. She was radiating like a furnace, but that shouldn’t have been a big shock. Fraser had always been so warm. As they moved together, Fraser grasped at him. That funny feeling in his stomach returned. It was good, it was so good, but it wasn’t greatness. It should have been greatness. Of course, there was no stopping now and he felt that tight slow second before he came. Fraser sobbed beneath him and her body clutched him in orgasm. He tilted his head back and grunted loudly.
Ray lay there for a blissful moment before he opened his eyes and almost screamed his head off. Fraser was shifting and changing. The long dark tresses drew up into a short slightly curly cut. Shoulders widened, hips narrowed, breasts disappeared, and the chest spread. It was over in seconds and Fraser, same as he ever was, lay on the bed beside him blinking. Ray opened and closed his mouth but no sounds came out. He reached out quickly and grasped his friend’s cock.
"Ray!"
"Frase, you have a dick!" Ray said happily.
"Since I was born, Ray," Fraser said. It should have been snarky, but apparently the Mountie was too tired to care and it came out a little flat. Ray smiled anyway.
"Does this... does this change things?" Fraser asked softly.
Ray thought about it. For some reason the funny feeling in his stomach was completely gone. So that was it.
"I don’t think so. The whole time before. I mean a few minutes ago. That was good and all, but it wasn’t greatness. It wasn’t you."
"Ah."
"Don’t ‘ah’ me! Don’t you understand what I’m saying here?"
"No, Ray."
Ray bent down and kissed Fraser. This one wasn’t as down and dirty. It was more sweet and tender. Frase smiled as he pulled away.
"Now he gets it, and you’re supposed to be the smart one."
Fraser sighed.
"So what do you think made you change back?" Ray asked absently resting his head on the manly chest beside him.
"I believe because you made me happy, Ray."
"Well, hell if I would have known that, I would have nailed you that first night."
"Ray!" Fraser admonished over his chuckling. Maybe later he’d get to try out the old body and see if it would be greatness. He was pretty sure it would be.
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Date: 2003-08-03 12:56 am (UTC)*snicker* Yeah that would be a problem... I'm glad you liked it anyway. LOL
You handled the sex very well. I think I've been reading slash too long, though, because all through it I kept thinking "This would be a lot hotter if Fraser were a guy." Apparently, Ray felt the same way*g*
You know what... I feel the same way. L! As I was writing it I was like... "this just isn't right... I miss Frase's good bits!" Heh! So at least you know where Ray's sentiments come from...
Oh and I'm cringing at the very thought of MPREG... *shudder*
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Date: 2003-08-02 02:36 am (UTC)SIG LINE!!!
And thanks.*g*
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