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ds_flashfictionOnce again I'm posting this for Kellie. I'll forward any comments to her.
c. 2003 Kellie Matthews
Panting, sweating, aroused to the point of incoherence, Ray felt like he was riding an avalanche. He probably should have known that Fraser would be like this– after all, he saw it every day. Focus, drive, determination, no rules, no holds barred, nothing out of bounds. Implacable. He'd just somehow managed to not realize how that would translate in bed. He'd never been the focal point of such complete and total concentration.
He reached for Fraser, determined to give as good as he was getting, but Fraser chose that moment to shift on the bed, out of his reach, as he shouldered Ray's thighs wider apart, his tongue sliding up and down the aching length of Ray's shaft as his hand moved to tease his balls before moving lower, fingers probing between his cheeks.
Ohfuck. He was in trouble here. Or maybe not, he thought, gasping, as fingers brushed an area he'd never realized could feel so good. Then Fraser's hands moved, cupping his ass, hoisting him up into a position he'd never tried outside of gym class, and before he could complain, Fraser's tongue was sliding down his cock, over his balls, across that bare patch underneath and . . .
"Holy shit!" he yelped, as Fraser put his tongue in the one place even Ray had never figured he would.
Fraser laughed against him, which felt weird as hell, but at the same time it made his cock ache. In the good way.
"Fraser!" He tried to think of what to say. "You. . . " Fraser hummed, sending vibrations right through him, and Ray turned into a puddle of goo. Well, not literally but words were not happening any time soon. ". . .guh," he finished eloquently.
Next thing he knew, somehow Fraser had managed to get his tongue inside. Hot and wet and stronger than a tongue had any right to be. Pushing in– in– in– and then it left him, but he couldn't even catch his breath before it was back in again, and out again. Ray writhed, reaching for his own cock. He needed to come. He needed to come right now, damn it.
Fraser pulled away. "Don't," he said, his voice husky and raw. "Please?"
Don't what? Ray wondered. He'd only been going to . . . oh. "Don't?" he whimpered.
"Don't." Fraser confirmed, and then his hands shifted a little, spreading him, and the tongue was back, opening him up, diving in, getting a good rhythm going.
Ray clenched his hands in the sheets so he wouldn't reach for something else. He was going to go out of his mind, but Fraser had asked him not to. Nicely. And didn't it just figure Fraser could still be polite while tonguefucking Ray's ass?
Holy Christ. That's what he was doing. It really was. God. Ray shuddered in realization, his cock leaking like a washerless faucet.
Fraser was holding him up with just one hand now. . . how the hell did he do that . . . and there was a finger alongside the tongue, pressing in, sweet and easy. No. . . not a finger. Two. He could definitely tell that when Fraser spread them apart. Tongue and fingers working together, getting deeper, the weirdness of it giving way to pleasure in erratic jolts that made his cock pulse. He wanted more of that, wanted it bad, but Fraser kept teasing him, kept it shallow and wide until Ray had just had it. He dug his heels into the mattress and pushed down against Fraser's fingers.
His whole body jerked and shuddered, pleasure exploding through his nerves like a lightning bolt. He moaned, and the first salvo hit him right in his open mouth, salty and bitter, and then Fraser was up over him, rubbing his cock against Ray's, coating himself with the second and third spurts as his mouth found Ray's and he licked away the first, and then there was more than just Ray's come spreading hotly between them.
Fraser sagged against him, panting, twitching a little with aftershocks. Ray tried to lift a hand to pat his back soothingly but it didn't want to lift off the sheets. After a few moments, he realized he was kind of uncomfortable, and after a second or two more he figured out that was because Fraser's fingers were still up his ass. Which had to be even more uncomfortable for Fraser than it was for him. He managed to find a working muscle or two in his legs and he pushed them over onto their sides so Fraser could pull his fingers out. He even managed not to wince.
Fraser groaned, flexing his wrist and fingers.
"You okay?" Ray asked, his voice as hoarse as if he'd been screaming. Which he might have, he wasn't sure. The neighbors would probably let him know.
"Mmmhm," Fraser said, nodding against his shoulder. "Never better. You?"
"'m good," Ray said. "That was. . . uh. . . really something."
"Yes, it was," Fraser agreed, and then he lifted his head, and kissed him.
And Ray didn't even care where his mouth had been.
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c. 2003 Kellie Matthews
Panting, sweating, aroused to the point of incoherence, Ray felt like he was riding an avalanche. He probably should have known that Fraser would be like this– after all, he saw it every day. Focus, drive, determination, no rules, no holds barred, nothing out of bounds. Implacable. He'd just somehow managed to not realize how that would translate in bed. He'd never been the focal point of such complete and total concentration.
He reached for Fraser, determined to give as good as he was getting, but Fraser chose that moment to shift on the bed, out of his reach, as he shouldered Ray's thighs wider apart, his tongue sliding up and down the aching length of Ray's shaft as his hand moved to tease his balls before moving lower, fingers probing between his cheeks.
Ohfuck. He was in trouble here. Or maybe not, he thought, gasping, as fingers brushed an area he'd never realized could feel so good. Then Fraser's hands moved, cupping his ass, hoisting him up into a position he'd never tried outside of gym class, and before he could complain, Fraser's tongue was sliding down his cock, over his balls, across that bare patch underneath and . . .
"Holy shit!" he yelped, as Fraser put his tongue in the one place even Ray had never figured he would.
Fraser laughed against him, which felt weird as hell, but at the same time it made his cock ache. In the good way.
"Fraser!" He tried to think of what to say. "You. . . " Fraser hummed, sending vibrations right through him, and Ray turned into a puddle of goo. Well, not literally but words were not happening any time soon. ". . .guh," he finished eloquently.
Next thing he knew, somehow Fraser had managed to get his tongue inside. Hot and wet and stronger than a tongue had any right to be. Pushing in– in– in– and then it left him, but he couldn't even catch his breath before it was back in again, and out again. Ray writhed, reaching for his own cock. He needed to come. He needed to come right now, damn it.
Fraser pulled away. "Don't," he said, his voice husky and raw. "Please?"
Don't what? Ray wondered. He'd only been going to . . . oh. "Don't?" he whimpered.
"Don't." Fraser confirmed, and then his hands shifted a little, spreading him, and the tongue was back, opening him up, diving in, getting a good rhythm going.
Ray clenched his hands in the sheets so he wouldn't reach for something else. He was going to go out of his mind, but Fraser had asked him not to. Nicely. And didn't it just figure Fraser could still be polite while tonguefucking Ray's ass?
Holy Christ. That's what he was doing. It really was. God. Ray shuddered in realization, his cock leaking like a washerless faucet.
Fraser was holding him up with just one hand now. . . how the hell did he do that . . . and there was a finger alongside the tongue, pressing in, sweet and easy. No. . . not a finger. Two. He could definitely tell that when Fraser spread them apart. Tongue and fingers working together, getting deeper, the weirdness of it giving way to pleasure in erratic jolts that made his cock pulse. He wanted more of that, wanted it bad, but Fraser kept teasing him, kept it shallow and wide until Ray had just had it. He dug his heels into the mattress and pushed down against Fraser's fingers.
His whole body jerked and shuddered, pleasure exploding through his nerves like a lightning bolt. He moaned, and the first salvo hit him right in his open mouth, salty and bitter, and then Fraser was up over him, rubbing his cock against Ray's, coating himself with the second and third spurts as his mouth found Ray's and he licked away the first, and then there was more than just Ray's come spreading hotly between them.
Fraser sagged against him, panting, twitching a little with aftershocks. Ray tried to lift a hand to pat his back soothingly but it didn't want to lift off the sheets. After a few moments, he realized he was kind of uncomfortable, and after a second or two more he figured out that was because Fraser's fingers were still up his ass. Which had to be even more uncomfortable for Fraser than it was for him. He managed to find a working muscle or two in his legs and he pushed them over onto their sides so Fraser could pull his fingers out. He even managed not to wince.
Fraser groaned, flexing his wrist and fingers.
"You okay?" Ray asked, his voice as hoarse as if he'd been screaming. Which he might have, he wasn't sure. The neighbors would probably let him know.
"Mmmhm," Fraser said, nodding against his shoulder. "Never better. You?"
"'m good," Ray said. "That was. . . uh. . . really something."
"Yes, it was," Fraser agreed, and then he lifted his head, and kissed him.
And Ray didn't even care where his mouth had been.
* * fin * *
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Date: 2003-08-29 11:15 pm (UTC)"... guh."
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Date: 2003-08-30 01:31 am (UTC)--Kellie
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Date: 2003-08-29 11:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-30 01:31 am (UTC)--Kellie
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Date: 2003-08-30 12:23 am (UTC)damn...
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Date: 2003-08-30 01:32 am (UTC)--Kellie
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Date: 2003-08-30 12:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-30 01:33 am (UTC)-Kellie
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Date: 2003-08-30 02:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-30 01:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-30 01:59 am (UTC)--Kelle
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Date: 2003-08-30 01:24 am (UTC)And there you have hit upon the sexiest thing about Fraser, that he would be, as you say, "implacable."
Steamy as hell. And may I also say:
::guh::
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Date: 2003-08-30 02:00 am (UTC)And thanks!
--Kellie
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Date: 2003-08-30 01:28 am (UTC)Thank you kindly.
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Date: 2003-08-30 02:02 am (UTC)--Kellie
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Date: 2003-08-30 01:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-30 02:19 am (UTC)--Kellie
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Date: 2003-08-30 03:16 am (UTC)I echo my brain twin. Guh, indeed.
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Date: 2003-08-30 03:19 am (UTC)--Kellie
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Date: 2003-08-30 03:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-30 04:01 am (UTC)--Kellie
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Date: 2003-08-30 04:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-30 04:32 am (UTC)--Kellie
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Date: 2003-08-30 05:22 am (UTC)Jesus, woman, I think you found the cure for PMS.
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Date: 2003-08-30 10:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-01 02:21 am (UTC)--Kellie
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Date: 2003-09-01 02:22 am (UTC)--Kellie
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Date: 2003-08-30 03:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-01 02:29 am (UTC)Thanks!
--Kellie
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Date: 2003-08-30 07:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-01 02:30 am (UTC)Glad you enjoyed it!
--Kellie
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Date: 2003-09-02 06:30 pm (UTC)Guh....
I think my brain melted.
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Date: 2003-09-06 11:47 pm (UTC)Thanks!
--Kellie
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Date: 2003-09-06 12:18 am (UTC)Everything said before, nothing even remotely original, yeah loved the implacable, just can't think of anything new or original to say but can't let that stand in the way of thank you.
Thank you.
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Date: 2003-09-06 11:30 pm (UTC)--Kellie
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Date: 2007-06-21 04:11 am (UTC)::falls over::
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