ds_flashfiction | Kiss And Don't Tell by Ekaterinn

With many thanks to

lynnmonster for a wonderful beta of this story, I present 1022 words of Mute!Fraser communicating with Ray Kowalski in a defintely not RCMP-approved way:

When Ray came into the cabin, Fraser kissed him. It wasn't the newness that surprised Ray; they'd been kissing and doing other things which Fraser called "absolutely lovely" and Ray called "mindblowing" for over a year now. And it wasn't that Fraser kissed Ray first, without so much as by-your-leave - no, Fraser could be very aggressive about sex when you got him going, and Ray could get him going good. No, the shocker was that he was completely silent about it. No "Ray, Ray, Ray...", no "mmm-HMMM", no "Hey" whispered softly against his cheek. Not even "I've just stopped in to pick up some supplies for the prisoner I caught on my way home and am now going to transport back to the depot. Would you care to come along, Ray?" Nothing at all.

Instead, when Fraser broke the kiss (his lips were cold, but he tasted like snow and home - and that wasn't the point, anyway), he stared into Ray's eyes like Dief begging for a doughnut. Ray stared back for a few moments, wondering if they were going right past buddy-breathing and trying for telepathy now.

On the fourteenth second, he broke.

"Earth to Frase!" He waved his hand in front of Fraser's face. Fraser kept watching him. This was beginning to freak Ray out. "What, no 'hello, Ray?' No, 'let's take off our clothes and fuck, Ray?'" Fraser's eyes widened, like a lightbulb was going off in his Canadian brain. He leaned forward and kissed Ray again, his tongue darting in and out of Ray's mouth. Ray found himself falling into the kiss, clasping the back of Fraser’s neck to keep him close, hypnotized by the rhythmic motion of Fraser's tongue.

Then something flickered in his own pitiful American brain. He eased himself just far back from Fraser's mouth to whisper, husky and low, "You lost your voice, didn't you?" Fraser gave him anther kiss, short and chaste, and nodded.

"Huh." Ray grinned, satisfied. Fraser smiled back, looking pretty damn delighted himself. "So one kiss for yes and two for no, right?" Fraser looked like he wanted to laugh, but he couldn't. But he still kissed him again, with an intensity that Ray was pretty sure was saying yes, yes, yes...

*

Over the next few days, they developed a system. A single kiss, short but sweet, Fraser's tongue barely grazing across Ray's front teeth, meant "Good morning, Ray. Did you sleep well?" Fraser was always blurred in the morning, but Ray found it didn't matter now if he kept his eyes closed and pretended to go back to sleep. Fraser would simply kiss him again, as if testing Ray's breathing, and brush his fingers across Ray's closed eyes. The next thing Ray would be aware of was the smell of coffee and melting Smarties, and he would open his eyes to Fraser's smile.

Coffee-flavored kisses were next on the schedule and Ray gave Fraser plenty of those, saying "Fuck the depot and fuck the shop. Let's move and shake the cabin some instead, c'mon, Frase..."

And then the inevitable goodbye kiss, with Fraser pressing his hand against Ray's chest, so that the pressure against it and Ray's mouth was almost unbearable, but Ray was okay, he pressed back and pushed Fraser out of the door. Dief rubbed against Ray's leg and Ray petted him absently before the wolf ran out after Fraser.

But after that, it was the same old same old - so Ray secured the cabin and got dressed and headed out, himself, in the opposite direction, into town.

*

Slow, languorous kisses began after they returned home that night, melting the cold and the silence away. Ray tugged at Fraser's uniform, fumbling with the buttons, while Fraser was too busy kissing the corner of Ray's eye, the side of his neck, and his hair to be much help. But Ray finally got it all off and they tumbled towards the bed, Fraser still kissing Ray all over, making sighs like he'd picked up some neat clues at a crime scene. Ray thought he was saying "You're here, you're here" with these kisses, over and over again, but he was just guessing and it felt so damn good anyway that translation didn't matter so much.

The duvet was heavy and warm against Ray's back and Fraser stopped kissing him long enough to skim the clothes of Ray, fast, like magic. My own magical Mountie, Ray thought happily and settled down to do some kissing of his own. Those were quick, pushing kisses, Ray's tongue thrusting in and out of Fraser's mouth, are you gonna do me or not, already.

Fraser started breathing kinda hard and he kissed harder and faster. Then Ray bit his lip and sucked it good, and Fraser made a face that would go with a yelp if he weren’t persona non talka.

And Ray found himself flipped over on the bed, Fraser's finger in his ass, coating it with something cool. Ray sucked in a breath, very loud next to Fraser's silence and he squirmed, wanting more. Fraser got a good rhythm going, a bit slow for Ray's liking, but he wasn’t complaining.

And then Fraser kissed the back of Ray's neck, and slid his finger out. But his dick filled the hole quick-fast, and yeah, this is really good, this is greatness. Sweat and skin, that lingering slide out and the surging push back into him, and Ray couldn't stand it, couldn’t hold out for one second more, he came and he yelled "Fraser!" And Fraser shuddered, Ray could feel it, shuddering for what felt like forever and then he clutched Ray's shoulder, hard, and rode his own wave out.

They disentangled themselves after that and lay on the bed face-to-face. Fraser's eyes were very blue. His hair was wildly ruffled and his face was blotchy. Ray didn't think he'd ever seen anything as beautiful. He kissed Fraser then, loving the taste of his mouth. Fraser smiled at him, a gorgeous grin, and kissed Ray back, slow and candy-sweet. These kisses, figured Ray, didn't need any translation at all.