Adornment, for the Jewelry Challenge

[sensine.livejournal.com]

Second try...

I was sitting at work writing porn well, working, when this fell into my head. I sent it to shayheyred  and she said I could post it. Thank you for support, both here and there ;-)

So, here's 666 words (I kid you not) of NC17 smut. RayK/Fraser.

 

Adornment

 

Benton Fraser hadn’t known the importance of that innocuous little strap of leather when he first spotted it. He was sitting in his customary chair just to the side of Ray’s, in the middle of the bullpen at the 27^th. One of the drawers in Ray’s desk was jammed, so he had perhaps, in afterthought, applied too much force to pull it loose. The contents, and not just the forms he had been looking for, sprayed out from the depths of the drawer in a most spectacular way. The bouts of laughter in the air told him as much. He had immediately turned to the task of collecting and sorting the accumulated odds and ends, putting everything back in good order.

 

That had left him with the piece of leather strap, dangling from his fingers.

 

And a Ray who, already flushed from laughing at Fraser’s predicament, had inexplicably turned a different shade of red.

 

Much like the red hue of Ray’s face right now, but not as dark as the beautiful purple hue of Ray’s erection, proudly jutting up, the dark leather strap wound around the root keeping him from reaching the sharp edge of orgasm. Ray’s cock was mere inches from his mouth, kneeling as he was between Ray’s long legs.

 

Fraser couldn’t resist leaning forward and licking the vein running up to the tip, and, hearing Ray’s strangled moan, sucking the tip, just for a few moments. No more, or he would ejaculate all too soon; the strong taste of Ray’s pre-come made him lose control like almost nothing else.

 

Ray spread his legs further, nudging upwards with his groin, signalling him to get on with the fucking program, no doubt. He obliged, of course. For, who wouldn’t want to accept an invitation from Ray Kowalski to taste his centre, to feel the muscles of his opening quiver around their tongue?

 

Benton Fraser would, and he did. Holding Ray’s hips down under his shaking hands, he bowed his head. He sniffed and licked around the already wet opening, and plunged his tongue inside again, rasping it against the places he knew gave Ray the most pleasure.

 

It was rewarding, almost gloatingly so, to listen to Ray’s screams and moans. But he had learned to listen carefully, because the line between absolute pleasure and unwanted pain was easy to miss. He checked Ray’s glistening torso, listened to his laboured breathing, analysed his shaking and squirming, and now…now…finally…

 

Fraser jerked the leather strap off Ray’s cock, pushed his bony knees up, and plunged inside Ray with one fast stroke.

 

Platitudes couldn’t describe this, and he was for once glad his mind didn’t try to. Because this…this was so perfect words eluded him. He squeezed his eyes shut for good measure, because if he looked at Ray now, even a quick glimpse of Ray, open and vulnerable under him; it would make him come in seconds. Which had been known to happen.

 

Instead he concentrated on being inside Ray, giving him those long, hard strokes that made him, Ray, his lover, convulse and yell more, and Christ, fuck, and that which Fraser secretly yearned to hear, in Ray’s most broken voice; Frase. 

 

“Frase. Look at me.” Ray’s whisper untied what Fraser had come to think of as his personal bindings, letting him clutch Ray’s hands, change the angle of his thrusts to feel Ray contract around him, and spurt his seed between them. Letting him swell and empty himself deep inside Ray, like it was something natural, to become so unraveled.

 

Later, waking up in Ray’s arms, feeling the sweat and come cool between them, he lay still, listening to Ray’s mumblings. “Who knew…leather…”

 

“Who’d…Frase, you awake yet?” Ray tugged him closer to his side, kissing his temple.

 

“Yes, Ray. Yes.” He always employed his ability to take a few moments of  “force-rest” while together with Ray. There was no sense in wasting their time together with sleeping.

 

“Let’s shower, Frase. Then sleep. Both of us.”

 

Comments

[sensine.livejournal.com]

Sorry about the title mess. After four times, I gave up. Will try agin later...

[lamardeuse.livejournal.com]

Instead he concentrated on being inside Ray, giving him those long, hard strokes that made him, Ray, his lover, convulse and yell more, and Christ, fuck, and that which Fraser secretly yearned to hear, in Ray’s most broken voice; Frase.

Oh, guhhhhhhhhh. And. The. Leather. On. His. Guhhhhhhhhhhhh.


One leetle note: You have a typo in the next paragraph - "trusts".

[sensine.livejournal.com]

Inarticulate sounds are my greatest reward;-) Thanks!!
And thanks for the sekrit message - I'll fix it

[estrella30.livejournal.com]

Wow.

Really, really hot.

Damn. Great job!

[sensine.livejournal.com]

*g* Thank you, glad you liked the hotness;-)

[elmyraemilie.livejournal.com]

So hot. Wonderful!

[sensine.livejournal.com]

Very happy you liked it:-D I needed to write something hot on a cold day...

[cesperanza.livejournal.com]

Hot doesn't even begin to cover it. Wow, this challenge is bringing out the kinks! YAY!

[sensine.livejournal.com]

Thank you, thank you! Autumn is here, so a steady stream of hotness is needed;-)