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[duesouthficrecs.livejournal.com]

Fraser pretends not to hear the goings on in the sleeping bag lying close. He keeps his breath shallow and even, no matter that Ray probably has lost sense that he is not alone.

Every stroke and pant and whimper is torture; he reaches down to touch himself, not caring to keep up his charade.

Then he hears his name, though he is not meant to.

He reaches over, digs deep, finds what he craves; stroking that warm flesh and murmuring soothingly as Ray protests.

Somewhere in this Arctic night, a wolf howls and two men bite back a scream.

Comments

[cesperanza.livejournal.com]

Heh. It counts--if he's not meant to hear and he hears? You're golden.

It's a classic COTW story in any case *g*

[duesouthficrecs.livejournal.com]

Thanks for commenting!

[shayheyred.livejournal.com]

Damn. Whoo.

Shay

[duesouthficrecs.livejournal.com]

*grins*

Thanks!

[maubast.livejournal.com]

Verrrry nice!

[kassrachel.livejournal.com]

::fanning self::

Lovely. Short and sweet and hot. :-)