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kassrachel gave me permission to write this sequel to her story Relief, which you can find here. She also betaed this, despite her connectivity problems. Coming in at just over one thousand words, I offer up this morsel o' smut.
Payback
Pride goeth before a fall, that’s what his grandmother had always said, and, as usual, she had been entirely correct. He was feeling complacent; had he not managed to surprise and excite Ray in one fell swoop? The fact that his trousers chafed his unsatisfied erection and it would take at least half-an-hour to return to Ray’s apartment, given the size of the crowds, were prices he was, well, perhaps not willing, but certainly had agreed to pay. He merely had to endure the wait.
Until Ray firmly grasped his upper arm. “I know a shortcut, Frase.”
There was no need to say more. He followed Ray into the narrow passage between the Fun House and the St. Raphael’s Ladies Auxiliary booth, which displayed a colourful selection of homemade condiments and desserts. The passage jogged to the right and narrowed even further. A few two by fours were propped against the wall of the Fun House, and a sawhorse stood next to them, one end draped with a coil of orange extension cord.
“Ray, are you sure—”
The warm hand clapped over his mouth would have been sufficient to cut off his query, but coupled with the look – dear Lord, how he loved that look – in Ray’s eyes, his words dissolved, and he could only stand there, staring at Ray like an elk caught in the beam of a hunter’s searchlight.
“Payback is a bitch.” Ray’s husky voice promised so much, and he was too familiar with the ways of his partner to doubt that Ray would be able to make good on his promise.
In fact, he was counting on it.
He ventured a small lick to Ray’s palm, and was rewarded with a sharp inhalation and a glare.
“No way, Fraser,” Ray muttered, voice hard. “I am running this show. Capisce?”
He nodded and tried to adjust himself surreptitiously, but Ray knocked his hand away none too gently. He really was quite uncomfortable, and Ray’s proximity and air of command only made the situation worse.
However, a dominant Ray was a sexy, wild, and creative Ray.
He couldn’t wait to see what Ray had planned.
“Fraser, there are lots of little old ladies in the tent behind us,” Ray whispered, lifting his hand from Fraser’s mouth and turning him to face the sawhorse. “They’ll hear you if you say anything. If you moan, groan, or yell.” Ray’s hands snaked around Fraser’s middle, unfastened his jeans, and tugged them down to his knees.
Fraser gasped as his erection sprang free, bobbing gently in the cool air.
Ray’s lips almost touched his ear. “You got to be quiet, or I’ll stop what I’m doing.” He pressed Fraser’s shoulders forward until he was bent over the sawhorse, his raised rear as bare as a baby’s. “I’ll stop and you’ll just have to wait until we get home to finish off. Understand?”
He nodded, shivering a little as a cool breeze played over his buttocks. The cool breeze was suddenly replaced by a warm hand sliding over the skin, skimming the surface, tantalizing, teasing.
A groan built in his lungs but he remembered Ray’s injunction just in time to let it out as an almost soundless sigh.
“That’s the way,” Ray whispered, his breath playing over Fraser’s sensitive, and sensitized, flesh.
Panting, Fraser reached down to take himself in hand, but Ray pushed his hands away again. “Nuh uh, Frase. Remember, I’m in charge. No touching. Hold onto the sawhorse if you have to, but keep your hands off your dick.”
“You’re going to kill me, Ray.” He managed to grit out the words in a hoarse whisper.
Ray gently bit the center of his right buttock. “I told you, Fraser: payback is a bitch. Now shut up and let a man work in peace.”
So he clamped his mouth closed and hung on, glad of the support of the sawhorse. Dominant Ray was in his element; Fraser shuddered as each buttock was licked, nibbled, kissed, and stroked, until his entire rear throbbed and ached, cool where Ray’s tongue had left a damp trail, warm from suction that brought blood to the surface. His neglected erection throbbed and ached as well, but he didn’t dare disobey Ray’s order: he honestly could not walk home in his current state of desperate arousal.
He shifted his hips and swallowed a moan as Ray gently bit the tender fold of flesh at the junction of buttock and thigh. He could not endure much more of this – his heart threatened to hammer its way out of the wall of his chest, his breath came in short, painful gasps, and his knees had a disconcerting tendency to fold beneath him.
“Ray.” He locked his knees, arched his back and raised his rear. His bones were melting and every inch of his flesh burned. Who cared about ridiculous concepts such as shame or dignity at a time such as this? “Please.”
He barely stifled his scream as Ray’s fingers spread him wide and Ray’s tongue... Dear Lord, Ray’s tongue was... He was... And it felt... Good, so very, very good. Squeezing his eyes shut, Fraser bowed his head and clutched the sawhorse until his fingers ached, as Ray slowly and steadily drove him beyond unhinged, straight into stark, raving mad.
And when Ray’s finger joined his tongue, Fraser simply raised his head, whimpered, and climaxed, his hips jerking rhythmically, pleasure spreading like warm honey up his spine and down his limbs, merging into a golden haze behind his closed eyelids.
He was vaguely aware of the brush of Ray’s lips on his neck, the faint tug as Ray removed his finger, the slide of fabric up and over his hips. He blinked and, at Ray’s urging, stood unsteadily.
“You okay, Frase?”
His eyes focused on Ray’s face, forehead creased with worry. Lifting his hand – such an effort – he cupped Ray’s face, his thumb slowly stroking the arch of Ray’s cheekbone.
“Ray?”
“Yeah?” Now Ray was frowning. “Is something wrong?”
“Ray.” He leaned forward, their eyes locked. “Number one: home. Number two: nap. Number three: payback is a bitch.”
Ray grinned. “Told you.” He dropped a kiss on Fraser’s palm. “C’mon. I’ve got this great idea...”
kassrachel gave me permission to write this sequel to her story Relief, which you can find here. She also betaed this, despite her connectivity problems. Coming in at just over one thousand words, I offer up this morsel o' smut.Payback
Pride goeth before a fall, that’s what his grandmother had always said, and, as usual, she had been entirely correct. He was feeling complacent; had he not managed to surprise and excite Ray in one fell swoop? The fact that his trousers chafed his unsatisfied erection and it would take at least half-an-hour to return to Ray’s apartment, given the size of the crowds, were prices he was, well, perhaps not willing, but certainly had agreed to pay. He merely had to endure the wait.
Until Ray firmly grasped his upper arm. “I know a shortcut, Frase.”
There was no need to say more. He followed Ray into the narrow passage between the Fun House and the St. Raphael’s Ladies Auxiliary booth, which displayed a colourful selection of homemade condiments and desserts. The passage jogged to the right and narrowed even further. A few two by fours were propped against the wall of the Fun House, and a sawhorse stood next to them, one end draped with a coil of orange extension cord.
“Ray, are you sure—”
The warm hand clapped over his mouth would have been sufficient to cut off his query, but coupled with the look – dear Lord, how he loved that look – in Ray’s eyes, his words dissolved, and he could only stand there, staring at Ray like an elk caught in the beam of a hunter’s searchlight.
“Payback is a bitch.” Ray’s husky voice promised so much, and he was too familiar with the ways of his partner to doubt that Ray would be able to make good on his promise.
In fact, he was counting on it.
He ventured a small lick to Ray’s palm, and was rewarded with a sharp inhalation and a glare.
“No way, Fraser,” Ray muttered, voice hard. “I am running this show. Capisce?”
He nodded and tried to adjust himself surreptitiously, but Ray knocked his hand away none too gently. He really was quite uncomfortable, and Ray’s proximity and air of command only made the situation worse.
However, a dominant Ray was a sexy, wild, and creative Ray.
He couldn’t wait to see what Ray had planned.
“Fraser, there are lots of little old ladies in the tent behind us,” Ray whispered, lifting his hand from Fraser’s mouth and turning him to face the sawhorse. “They’ll hear you if you say anything. If you moan, groan, or yell.” Ray’s hands snaked around Fraser’s middle, unfastened his jeans, and tugged them down to his knees.
Fraser gasped as his erection sprang free, bobbing gently in the cool air.
Ray’s lips almost touched his ear. “You got to be quiet, or I’ll stop what I’m doing.” He pressed Fraser’s shoulders forward until he was bent over the sawhorse, his raised rear as bare as a baby’s. “I’ll stop and you’ll just have to wait until we get home to finish off. Understand?”
He nodded, shivering a little as a cool breeze played over his buttocks. The cool breeze was suddenly replaced by a warm hand sliding over the skin, skimming the surface, tantalizing, teasing.
A groan built in his lungs but he remembered Ray’s injunction just in time to let it out as an almost soundless sigh.
“That’s the way,” Ray whispered, his breath playing over Fraser’s sensitive, and sensitized, flesh.
Panting, Fraser reached down to take himself in hand, but Ray pushed his hands away again. “Nuh uh, Frase. Remember, I’m in charge. No touching. Hold onto the sawhorse if you have to, but keep your hands off your dick.”
“You’re going to kill me, Ray.” He managed to grit out the words in a hoarse whisper.
Ray gently bit the center of his right buttock. “I told you, Fraser: payback is a bitch. Now shut up and let a man work in peace.”
So he clamped his mouth closed and hung on, glad of the support of the sawhorse. Dominant Ray was in his element; Fraser shuddered as each buttock was licked, nibbled, kissed, and stroked, until his entire rear throbbed and ached, cool where Ray’s tongue had left a damp trail, warm from suction that brought blood to the surface. His neglected erection throbbed and ached as well, but he didn’t dare disobey Ray’s order: he honestly could not walk home in his current state of desperate arousal.
He shifted his hips and swallowed a moan as Ray gently bit the tender fold of flesh at the junction of buttock and thigh. He could not endure much more of this – his heart threatened to hammer its way out of the wall of his chest, his breath came in short, painful gasps, and his knees had a disconcerting tendency to fold beneath him.
“Ray.” He locked his knees, arched his back and raised his rear. His bones were melting and every inch of his flesh burned. Who cared about ridiculous concepts such as shame or dignity at a time such as this? “Please.”
He barely stifled his scream as Ray’s fingers spread him wide and Ray’s tongue... Dear Lord, Ray’s tongue was... He was... And it felt... Good, so very, very good. Squeezing his eyes shut, Fraser bowed his head and clutched the sawhorse until his fingers ached, as Ray slowly and steadily drove him beyond unhinged, straight into stark, raving mad.
And when Ray’s finger joined his tongue, Fraser simply raised his head, whimpered, and climaxed, his hips jerking rhythmically, pleasure spreading like warm honey up his spine and down his limbs, merging into a golden haze behind his closed eyelids.
He was vaguely aware of the brush of Ray’s lips on his neck, the faint tug as Ray removed his finger, the slide of fabric up and over his hips. He blinked and, at Ray’s urging, stood unsteadily.
“You okay, Frase?”
His eyes focused on Ray’s face, forehead creased with worry. Lifting his hand – such an effort – he cupped Ray’s face, his thumb slowly stroking the arch of Ray’s cheekbone.
“Ray?”
“Yeah?” Now Ray was frowning. “Is something wrong?”
“Ray.” He leaned forward, their eyes locked. “Number one: home. Number two: nap. Number three: payback is a bitch.”
Ray grinned. “Told you.” He dropped a kiss on Fraser’s palm. “C’mon. I’ve got this great idea...”
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Date: 2004-05-05 05:00 pm (UTC):falls on the floor:
These could go on like.... forever!
(and I, for one, would have NO problem with that *g*)
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Date: 2004-05-05 05:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-05 05:11 pm (UTC)Damn that was payback in a serious way. Just a marvel, really.
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Date: 2004-05-05 05:26 pm (UTC)It's just too dangerous.
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Date: 2004-05-05 06:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-05 06:34 pm (UTC)You will need a bulldozer to pick me up off the floor.
I LOVED this.
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Date: 2004-05-05 07:35 pm (UTC)Oh, Ray is gonna get it! *g*
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Date: 2004-05-05 07:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-05 08:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-06 11:06 am (UTC)Thanks so much for the seal of approval! I'll have to figure out where to put it -- it's too wonderful not to share. *g*
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Date: 2004-05-06 12:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-05 08:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-06 01:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-06 03:11 am (UTC)But it leads to the question: Will they really make it the whole way home before succumbing to the lust bug once again???
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Date: 2004-05-06 06:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-06 08:25 am (UTC)This story rocks the house, my dear.
Man, I love fandom. And I adore your smut!
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Date: 2004-05-06 12:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-06 01:02 pm (UTC)However, a dominant Ray was a sexy, wild, and creative Ray.
Oh, yeah, that's the stuff.
How on *earth* did I miss that this was posted?
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Date: 2004-05-06 02:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-06 04:09 pm (UTC)Mmmmmmmmmm. Indeed. Delicious sequel. *g*
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Date: 2004-05-06 04:54 pm (UTC)Hee! Now who's going to write that one? ;) Wonderful smut you wrote there, btw.
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Date: 2004-05-06 07:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-06 08:07 pm (UTC)