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ds_flashfictionTitle: Look. Listen. Learn.
Author: moosesal
Callenge: Fraser’s Sexual Exploration
Pairings: yes
Rating: for mature audiences
Word count: 1750
Beta: Many thanks to silvertedy.
He shifted uncomfortably and swallowed, trying to control his reaction to the sight before him. Ben hadn’t meant to be looking through Mrs. Hendersons’ bedroom window. He had just been wandering aimlessly, enjoying the warm summer afternoon; his grandmother had ordered him to put down his book and go outside for a while.
As he had strolled by the Hendersons’, cabin, a rhythmic thumping and cries that at first sounded like pain had startled him. He had soon realized that pain Mrs. Hendersons’ problem. No. Definitely not pain. Although if her husband were to come home and see what Ben was seeing, well ... both Mrs. Henderson and Jimmy Dalton -- whose father owned the general store -- were going to be in for more than a stern talking to.
But back to reality and not what might have been. Ben wasn’t ignorant about sex. His grandfather had given him a book and said he could come to him if he had any questions -- not that he had, but he could have. If he’d wanted to. And he’d seen animals and he’d ... well, he’d touched himself and discovered firsthand what an orgasm felt like.
Of course, none of that was like this. On the other side of that window, Mrs. Henderson was on her knees on the bed, face down in a pillow while Jimmy knelt behind her, slamming into her again and again so hard that the wall was getting a good banging for itself from the headboard. He could see Jimmy talking to her, but couldn’t hear the words. It was only the occasional scream that penetrated the sturdy cabin walls. If Ben’s grandfather were there, he probably would have admired the craftsmanship of the structure. It would surely be warm in winter. Maybe even as warm as Ben was now, standing there watching Jimmy and Mrs. Henderson, unable to move away and scared to touch himself, even though his trousers had become painfully tight.
Ben felt his face flush and his erection strain against his zipper when Jimmy sped up and Mrs. Henderson screamed one last time before they collapsed together on the bed. He took off as fast as he could under the circumstances, running all the way home to the back of the dogs’ shed. He opened his pants and tugged twice before spilling into his hand.
His wanderings that summer revealed that Jimmy Dalton wasn’t the only young man Mrs. Henderson was intimately acquainted with. But he never said anything to anyone.
***
At Depot, Benton Fraser had a roommate who, despite being a jerk and not all that attractive, somehow managed to catch the eye of every woman in their class. One by one, they filed through their room, despite the fraternization rules, while Fraser stood by and watched. Or rather, listened, because when a lady came to visit, he ended up spending the night sitting in the dormitory hallway trying to study but never quite managing to ignore the sounds of laughter and passion coming from the other side of the door.
Unlike those summer days of his youth, there was nothing to see here. But that didn’t stop his mind from conjuring the most vivid images. So he sat there with his eyes squeezed tightly closed, trying to block out what came to mind. It didn’t work, of course, and he always ended up in the bathroom jerking off quickly before someone else could come in and discover him. It was a long twenty-four weeks.
***
His first kiss was from a woman whose husband Fraser had arrested for beating her. He told himself she had just been overwhelmed with emotion and that’s why she’d wrapped her fingers in his hair and shoved her tongue into his mouth. It had been awful, and the next several times someone tried to kiss him, he stepped back. It was only the look in some of their the eyes that convinced him to try again. And again.
Fraser’s first time with a man was during his brief assignment in Moose Jaw. He picked up a railway worker in a bar. Or rather, the guy picked him up, as he hadn’t even considered it a possibility until it was happening -- It being mutual blowjobs in a freight car down in the rail yard. He’d never tasted a man before -- other than himself, of course -- bitter on his tongue. He’d never felt a man’s rough hands holding his hips steady or smelled the musky scent of his sex. It wasn’t unappealing.
***
By the time Benton Fraser met Victoria Metcalf, he’d managed to have a couple experiences with more than just his hand. But he’d yet to really experience the pleasure of being with someone he loved. To look at that someone, touch and taste them, smell them, listen to them.
He should have known it would be too much. After his second round with Victoria, he was fairly certain he didn’t want that much sensory overload ever again.
But then he had come back from his vacation in the Territories to find Ray Kowalski in Ray Vecchio’s place, and his world turned upside down. He was transported back to Depot, back to the Hendersons’ cabin. He frequently found himself completely lost in watching, listening. Ray was all around him, and Fraser delighted in it.
It also pained him. He’d never lost the ability to watch and listen. He couldn’t block it out when Ray spoke about Stella or followed her around town. And even when that finally seemed to be over, he still had to watch Ray watching other people.
The thing about being so involved in watching and listening, though, was that he didn’t always see what was right in front of him, didn’t always hear what was being said. As an officer of the law, this sometimes worked in his favor. He often was aware of what wasn’t being said and what others couldn’t always see.
But with Ray? Well, Fraser was so busy trying not to see some things that he ended up not seeing much of anything. He missed things or put them off as something else entirely.
And then there they were in the wilds of the far north, lying in their tent, and suddenly, there was nothing to see but Ray. And finally he noticed.
Of course, that was because Ray was painfully obvious.
Fraser had put away his journal and readied himself for bed, only to turn and see Ray lying in his half-open sleeping bag, stroking himself. His thermal shirt was rucked midway up his stomach, his bottoms shoved down on his hips. He was smiling at Fraser and stroking himself slowly, clearly taking his time. Enjoying putting on a show as Fraser knelt on his own sleeping bag watching, growing harder with every flick of Ray’s wrist.
Fraser catalogued everything he saw -- Ray’s hair mashed from his hat, his eyes half-closed but clear, his cheeks flushed, his lips parted. The flesh of his stomach so smooth and pale against the deep red of his erection and the tan of his arm and hand. The sharpness of his hipbone and the blond curls nestled around his sex.
“You like to watch. Don’t you?” Ray asked knowingly. His voice was low and husky, and Fraser groaned. “Mmm ... you like to listen too.” he grinned.
“Y-y-yes,” Fraser stammered.
“You wanna watch me come?” Ray tightened his grip and started stroking a little harder, a little faster. Serious.
Fraser nodded and tried to control his heartbeat and his breath, both of which were coming fast and hard, pounding in his ears. His hand fell to his own erection, straining against his union suit, but he stopped himself at the slight shake of Ray’s head.
“Watch me, Fraser. Listen. I’ll take care of you.” Fraser’s hand fell away and his eyes flitted back and forth between Ray’s hand and his face, taking it all in. “That’s it. Watch me. Watch me touch myself the way I want you to touch me.” He moaned and his hips twitched. “I’ve seen the way you look at me, Fraser. Like you want to touch me. Kiss me.” His free hand was tracing circles on his stomach, drawing Fraser’s eyes to the tight muscles there. “You want to fuck me.” His hand slid down along his hipbone to the crease of his thigh then cupped his balls, squeezing gently. “God, Fraser,” he panted. “Want you so much. Want to feel that mouth of yours. It kills me to see you lick everything but me. Want to ...” he choked back a sob of pleasure and his eyes squeezed shut for a second. “Want to feel you inside me.” His hand moved faster, his chest heaving as he gasped for breath and then he locked eyes with Fraser and came all over his hand.
Ray stilled and Fraser sat staring at him. The only sound in the tent was their heavy breathing. Ray glanced at Fraser’s crotch and smiled. “Told you I’d take care of you, Frase.” Fraser looked down to see that he’d come without touching himself. It wasn’t that he’d missed out on his own release, but rather that he had been so caught up in enjoying Ray’s pleasure that he hadn’t differentiated his own.
“So,” Ray smiled. “You pick up this uh ... interest in observation in Mountie school?”
His voice was light and teasing, no offense intended. “Um, no, actually. You could say the skills were honed there, though.” Fraser grinned. “How about you, Ray? Was there an Exhibitionism 101 class at the Academy?”
Ray laughed and sprawled loose limbed before Fraser, comfortable and easy. “Nah, learned this on the job.” At Fraser’s raised eyebrow, he laughed again. “Did a little undercover work for Vice. Hustling. No big deal. Good way to lose a few inhibitions.”
“Ah.” Fraser scratched his thumb against his eyebrow, embarrassed as images of Ray in tight pants leaning against the side of a building or bent over to peer in a car window ran through his mind.
“Ah?”
“Yes, Ray. Ah--” Anything else he might have said was cut off when Ray grabbed him and pulled him down for a kiss.
“So, Fraser,” he whispered against his lips. “If you honed your skills at Depot, what were they teaching you up in Tuktowhatever?”
Fraser pulled back and grinned. “Well, Ray. I had this teacher, Mrs. Henderson ...”
The End.
Author: moosesal
Callenge: Fraser’s Sexual Exploration
Pairings: yes
Rating: for mature audiences
Word count: 1750
Beta: Many thanks to silvertedy.
He shifted uncomfortably and swallowed, trying to control his reaction to the sight before him. Ben hadn’t meant to be looking through Mrs. Hendersons’ bedroom window. He had just been wandering aimlessly, enjoying the warm summer afternoon; his grandmother had ordered him to put down his book and go outside for a while.
As he had strolled by the Hendersons’, cabin, a rhythmic thumping and cries that at first sounded like pain had startled him. He had soon realized that pain Mrs. Hendersons’ problem. No. Definitely not pain. Although if her husband were to come home and see what Ben was seeing, well ... both Mrs. Henderson and Jimmy Dalton -- whose father owned the general store -- were going to be in for more than a stern talking to.
But back to reality and not what might have been. Ben wasn’t ignorant about sex. His grandfather had given him a book and said he could come to him if he had any questions -- not that he had, but he could have. If he’d wanted to. And he’d seen animals and he’d ... well, he’d touched himself and discovered firsthand what an orgasm felt like.
Of course, none of that was like this. On the other side of that window, Mrs. Henderson was on her knees on the bed, face down in a pillow while Jimmy knelt behind her, slamming into her again and again so hard that the wall was getting a good banging for itself from the headboard. He could see Jimmy talking to her, but couldn’t hear the words. It was only the occasional scream that penetrated the sturdy cabin walls. If Ben’s grandfather were there, he probably would have admired the craftsmanship of the structure. It would surely be warm in winter. Maybe even as warm as Ben was now, standing there watching Jimmy and Mrs. Henderson, unable to move away and scared to touch himself, even though his trousers had become painfully tight.
Ben felt his face flush and his erection strain against his zipper when Jimmy sped up and Mrs. Henderson screamed one last time before they collapsed together on the bed. He took off as fast as he could under the circumstances, running all the way home to the back of the dogs’ shed. He opened his pants and tugged twice before spilling into his hand.
His wanderings that summer revealed that Jimmy Dalton wasn’t the only young man Mrs. Henderson was intimately acquainted with. But he never said anything to anyone.
***
At Depot, Benton Fraser had a roommate who, despite being a jerk and not all that attractive, somehow managed to catch the eye of every woman in their class. One by one, they filed through their room, despite the fraternization rules, while Fraser stood by and watched. Or rather, listened, because when a lady came to visit, he ended up spending the night sitting in the dormitory hallway trying to study but never quite managing to ignore the sounds of laughter and passion coming from the other side of the door.
Unlike those summer days of his youth, there was nothing to see here. But that didn’t stop his mind from conjuring the most vivid images. So he sat there with his eyes squeezed tightly closed, trying to block out what came to mind. It didn’t work, of course, and he always ended up in the bathroom jerking off quickly before someone else could come in and discover him. It was a long twenty-four weeks.
***
His first kiss was from a woman whose husband Fraser had arrested for beating her. He told himself she had just been overwhelmed with emotion and that’s why she’d wrapped her fingers in his hair and shoved her tongue into his mouth. It had been awful, and the next several times someone tried to kiss him, he stepped back. It was only the look in some of their the eyes that convinced him to try again. And again.
Fraser’s first time with a man was during his brief assignment in Moose Jaw. He picked up a railway worker in a bar. Or rather, the guy picked him up, as he hadn’t even considered it a possibility until it was happening -- It being mutual blowjobs in a freight car down in the rail yard. He’d never tasted a man before -- other than himself, of course -- bitter on his tongue. He’d never felt a man’s rough hands holding his hips steady or smelled the musky scent of his sex. It wasn’t unappealing.
***
By the time Benton Fraser met Victoria Metcalf, he’d managed to have a couple experiences with more than just his hand. But he’d yet to really experience the pleasure of being with someone he loved. To look at that someone, touch and taste them, smell them, listen to them.
He should have known it would be too much. After his second round with Victoria, he was fairly certain he didn’t want that much sensory overload ever again.
But then he had come back from his vacation in the Territories to find Ray Kowalski in Ray Vecchio’s place, and his world turned upside down. He was transported back to Depot, back to the Hendersons’ cabin. He frequently found himself completely lost in watching, listening. Ray was all around him, and Fraser delighted in it.
It also pained him. He’d never lost the ability to watch and listen. He couldn’t block it out when Ray spoke about Stella or followed her around town. And even when that finally seemed to be over, he still had to watch Ray watching other people.
The thing about being so involved in watching and listening, though, was that he didn’t always see what was right in front of him, didn’t always hear what was being said. As an officer of the law, this sometimes worked in his favor. He often was aware of what wasn’t being said and what others couldn’t always see.
But with Ray? Well, Fraser was so busy trying not to see some things that he ended up not seeing much of anything. He missed things or put them off as something else entirely.
And then there they were in the wilds of the far north, lying in their tent, and suddenly, there was nothing to see but Ray. And finally he noticed.
Of course, that was because Ray was painfully obvious.
Fraser had put away his journal and readied himself for bed, only to turn and see Ray lying in his half-open sleeping bag, stroking himself. His thermal shirt was rucked midway up his stomach, his bottoms shoved down on his hips. He was smiling at Fraser and stroking himself slowly, clearly taking his time. Enjoying putting on a show as Fraser knelt on his own sleeping bag watching, growing harder with every flick of Ray’s wrist.
Fraser catalogued everything he saw -- Ray’s hair mashed from his hat, his eyes half-closed but clear, his cheeks flushed, his lips parted. The flesh of his stomach so smooth and pale against the deep red of his erection and the tan of his arm and hand. The sharpness of his hipbone and the blond curls nestled around his sex.
“You like to watch. Don’t you?” Ray asked knowingly. His voice was low and husky, and Fraser groaned. “Mmm ... you like to listen too.” he grinned.
“Y-y-yes,” Fraser stammered.
“You wanna watch me come?” Ray tightened his grip and started stroking a little harder, a little faster. Serious.
Fraser nodded and tried to control his heartbeat and his breath, both of which were coming fast and hard, pounding in his ears. His hand fell to his own erection, straining against his union suit, but he stopped himself at the slight shake of Ray’s head.
“Watch me, Fraser. Listen. I’ll take care of you.” Fraser’s hand fell away and his eyes flitted back and forth between Ray’s hand and his face, taking it all in. “That’s it. Watch me. Watch me touch myself the way I want you to touch me.” He moaned and his hips twitched. “I’ve seen the way you look at me, Fraser. Like you want to touch me. Kiss me.” His free hand was tracing circles on his stomach, drawing Fraser’s eyes to the tight muscles there. “You want to fuck me.” His hand slid down along his hipbone to the crease of his thigh then cupped his balls, squeezing gently. “God, Fraser,” he panted. “Want you so much. Want to feel that mouth of yours. It kills me to see you lick everything but me. Want to ...” he choked back a sob of pleasure and his eyes squeezed shut for a second. “Want to feel you inside me.” His hand moved faster, his chest heaving as he gasped for breath and then he locked eyes with Fraser and came all over his hand.
Ray stilled and Fraser sat staring at him. The only sound in the tent was their heavy breathing. Ray glanced at Fraser’s crotch and smiled. “Told you I’d take care of you, Frase.” Fraser looked down to see that he’d come without touching himself. It wasn’t that he’d missed out on his own release, but rather that he had been so caught up in enjoying Ray’s pleasure that he hadn’t differentiated his own.
“So,” Ray smiled. “You pick up this uh ... interest in observation in Mountie school?”
His voice was light and teasing, no offense intended. “Um, no, actually. You could say the skills were honed there, though.” Fraser grinned. “How about you, Ray? Was there an Exhibitionism 101 class at the Academy?”
Ray laughed and sprawled loose limbed before Fraser, comfortable and easy. “Nah, learned this on the job.” At Fraser’s raised eyebrow, he laughed again. “Did a little undercover work for Vice. Hustling. No big deal. Good way to lose a few inhibitions.”
“Ah.” Fraser scratched his thumb against his eyebrow, embarrassed as images of Ray in tight pants leaning against the side of a building or bent over to peer in a car window ran through his mind.
“Ah?”
“Yes, Ray. Ah--” Anything else he might have said was cut off when Ray grabbed him and pulled him down for a kiss.
“So, Fraser,” he whispered against his lips. “If you honed your skills at Depot, what were they teaching you up in Tuktowhatever?”
Fraser pulled back and grinned. “Well, Ray. I had this teacher, Mrs. Henderson ...”
The End.
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Date: 2005-04-11 06:40 pm (UTC)"Fraser catalogued everything he saw -- Ray’s hair mashed from his hat, his eyes half-closed but clear, his cheeks flushed, his lips parted. The flesh of his stomach so smooth and pale against the deep red of his erection and the tan of his arm and hand. The sharpness of his hipbone and the blond curls nestled around his sex."
*off to read it again* :).
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Date: 2005-04-11 06:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-11 07:00 pm (UTC)*images of Ray in tight pants leaning against the side of a building or bent over to peer in a car window ran through my mind, too*
Thanks for this lunchtime treat. ;)
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Date: 2005-04-11 07:06 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading.
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Date: 2005-04-12 12:42 am (UTC)You're not alone in that kink. ;)
Thanks for commenting.
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Date: 2005-04-11 10:34 pm (UTC)Love the way Ray isn't afraid, just goes for what he wants.
images of Ray in tight pants leaning against the side of a building or bent over to peer in a car window
Ooooo yeah ;)
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Date: 2005-04-14 11:52 am (UTC)well, of course Ray'd have to be obvious, anything less having failed miserably LOL
Great read ^_^
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