Run for your lives! Sheep!
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ds_flashfictionThis was supposed to be really short. So in fact it ended up at 854 words. I have other things to do! Places to go! People to meet! But Fraser just keeps talking...
NC-17, though probably we can all safely assume that by now.
Oh, and this isn't particularly angsty. I'm still thinking about that.
He should have knocked, he should have, his grandmother had certainly taught him better than that. The fact that there was a connecting door between the rooms was all the more reason to be respectful of Ray's privacy.
And certainly, having seen what he had, he should forget it, should put it behind him, should not press the heel of his hand against the front of his trousers to try to quell the very sudden erection, nor find his hips pushing forward, nor begin to rub...
All right, clearly this was something that needed to be taken care of, it wouldn't just go away, but there was no reason to think about Ray's sprawled body seeming to take up all of the bed, skin looking golden against the awful hotel bedspread, thighs clenching as he pushed up into his hand.
And so he wouldn't. He would simply take care of the problem, remove his uniform and hang it up properly, trying desperately to ignore the stimulation of his boxers, and why on earth did he starch them, anyway? Perhaps it was time to stop that, although of course not for this reason, this would never happen again.
It was happening now, so he gathered some tissues -- and why on earth should he be blushing where no one could see him? -- and headed for the corner chair with his hand still pressing firmly against his erection, feeling perfectly ridiculous. It was impossible to get comfortable, though, his elbows banging against the wooden arms of the chair, and certainly staring at the case paperwork laid out on the table wasn't helping any.
Well, fine. He would move to the bed. It seemed the most logical option. And besides, why not do this in comfort? Others did this (Ray did this), there was nothing wrong with it, it was perfectly natural to slip off his underclothing so as not to get it sweaty and then to slide his hand around his erection, feeling the prickle of pubic hair against his hand (Ray's had been a lighter shade) and sighing at the feeling of pressure.
Oh... yes. Good. Why had he found this so awkward? It would be a relief of tension, it was entirely sensible (after all, Ray had done it), although sitting up didn't allow a real relaxation, so he moved up the bed until he could lie upon the pillows, the tingly scratch of the bedspread against his buttocks and thighs somehow arousing him further.
Sexual release was occasionally necessary for the male body, after all (necessary for Ray), and he licked his hand and was doing pretty well with the straightforward squeeze-and-pump method until he caught sight of himself in the wall mirror, legs spread with abandon, cock dark red and throbbing, one hand wrapped around it while the other stimulated his testicles. He looked... ridiculous, he thought, but somehow it did nothing to retard his climax but rather seemed to hurry it along.
He couldn't keep looking at himself, so he closed his eyes and tried very hard to concentrate on the feeling of his hand moving wetly up and down, up and down, in a slightly different rhythm from Ray's hand, but then Ray's cock had looked rather wider around than his, and Ray had seemed to be teasing himself with lazy strokes, more busy with the other hand, which was... underneath his balls, rolling and playing...
He shouldn't be thinking of Ray, that was unconscionable and rude, and he resolved not to, although if he were going to think about it he should at least be honest and acknowledge the fact that Ray's hand was rather lower than his testicles, was in fact touching... No, there was no point in misrepresenting his own memories, after all, not just touching but actually penetrating himself. Ray seemed, although of course it was difficult to be sure from so far away, but he seemed to have had his two middle fingers buried inside himself up to the second knuckle, and was thrusting at a regular speed, pushing his body down onto them and then up into the other hand, panting with pleasure.
Not that it was any of Fraser's business, but he did wonder, in the spirit of inquiry, how that felt, to have one's own (or someone else's) fingers inside one, and he slid his hand from his balls down along his perineum and hesitantly brushed across his anus. That not turning out to be particularly unpleasant, he wet the hand and returned it to its prior location, trying very hard not to think about his actions, but instead remembering Ray had pressed a third finger inside, and Fraser pressed one finger against himsef and Ray had gasped and rocked down harder upon his hand. As Fraser's finger began to slide inside he remembered the look on Ray's face, and gave a half-strangled scream as his climax tensed every muscle in his body and caused the backs of his eyelids to turn white. He slowly relaxed, feeling an unnervingly pleasant laziness creep into his bones, and heard the connecting door close.
NC-17, though probably we can all safely assume that by now.
Oh, and this isn't particularly angsty. I'm still thinking about that.
He should have knocked, he should have, his grandmother had certainly taught him better than that. The fact that there was a connecting door between the rooms was all the more reason to be respectful of Ray's privacy.
And certainly, having seen what he had, he should forget it, should put it behind him, should not press the heel of his hand against the front of his trousers to try to quell the very sudden erection, nor find his hips pushing forward, nor begin to rub...
All right, clearly this was something that needed to be taken care of, it wouldn't just go away, but there was no reason to think about Ray's sprawled body seeming to take up all of the bed, skin looking golden against the awful hotel bedspread, thighs clenching as he pushed up into his hand.
And so he wouldn't. He would simply take care of the problem, remove his uniform and hang it up properly, trying desperately to ignore the stimulation of his boxers, and why on earth did he starch them, anyway? Perhaps it was time to stop that, although of course not for this reason, this would never happen again.
It was happening now, so he gathered some tissues -- and why on earth should he be blushing where no one could see him? -- and headed for the corner chair with his hand still pressing firmly against his erection, feeling perfectly ridiculous. It was impossible to get comfortable, though, his elbows banging against the wooden arms of the chair, and certainly staring at the case paperwork laid out on the table wasn't helping any.
Well, fine. He would move to the bed. It seemed the most logical option. And besides, why not do this in comfort? Others did this (Ray did this), there was nothing wrong with it, it was perfectly natural to slip off his underclothing so as not to get it sweaty and then to slide his hand around his erection, feeling the prickle of pubic hair against his hand (Ray's had been a lighter shade) and sighing at the feeling of pressure.
Oh... yes. Good. Why had he found this so awkward? It would be a relief of tension, it was entirely sensible (after all, Ray had done it), although sitting up didn't allow a real relaxation, so he moved up the bed until he could lie upon the pillows, the tingly scratch of the bedspread against his buttocks and thighs somehow arousing him further.
Sexual release was occasionally necessary for the male body, after all (necessary for Ray), and he licked his hand and was doing pretty well with the straightforward squeeze-and-pump method until he caught sight of himself in the wall mirror, legs spread with abandon, cock dark red and throbbing, one hand wrapped around it while the other stimulated his testicles. He looked... ridiculous, he thought, but somehow it did nothing to retard his climax but rather seemed to hurry it along.
He couldn't keep looking at himself, so he closed his eyes and tried very hard to concentrate on the feeling of his hand moving wetly up and down, up and down, in a slightly different rhythm from Ray's hand, but then Ray's cock had looked rather wider around than his, and Ray had seemed to be teasing himself with lazy strokes, more busy with the other hand, which was... underneath his balls, rolling and playing...
He shouldn't be thinking of Ray, that was unconscionable and rude, and he resolved not to, although if he were going to think about it he should at least be honest and acknowledge the fact that Ray's hand was rather lower than his testicles, was in fact touching... No, there was no point in misrepresenting his own memories, after all, not just touching but actually penetrating himself. Ray seemed, although of course it was difficult to be sure from so far away, but he seemed to have had his two middle fingers buried inside himself up to the second knuckle, and was thrusting at a regular speed, pushing his body down onto them and then up into the other hand, panting with pleasure.
Not that it was any of Fraser's business, but he did wonder, in the spirit of inquiry, how that felt, to have one's own (or someone else's) fingers inside one, and he slid his hand from his balls down along his perineum and hesitantly brushed across his anus. That not turning out to be particularly unpleasant, he wet the hand and returned it to its prior location, trying very hard not to think about his actions, but instead remembering Ray had pressed a third finger inside, and Fraser pressed one finger against himsef and Ray had gasped and rocked down harder upon his hand. As Fraser's finger began to slide inside he remembered the look on Ray's face, and gave a half-strangled scream as his climax tensed every muscle in his body and caused the backs of his eyelids to turn white. He slowly relaxed, feeling an unnervingly pleasant laziness creep into his bones, and heard the connecting door close.
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Date: 2003-05-09 09:49 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2003-05-09 06:28 pm (UTC)But so far as sex goes, I'm with you. Well. Okay, actually having a partner is sometimes better... but for my reading dollar, masturbation and voyeurism are like the slightly-nasty-but-not-quite-kinky really fun cousins of plain old sex. You know, those days you're not quite up for the ride on the back of bondage and sex in public places' motorcycles. They're so loud, is the thing...
Okay, I hadn't meant to confess to being utterly insane in a reply to a slash post, but there you have it. Thank you!
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Date: 2003-05-09 09:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-05-09 06:24 pm (UTC)So, like, thanks, is what I'm saying. You're soothing the praise-hog deep within me. It's purring.
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Date: 2003-05-09 10:37 am (UTC)Really loved the progression of things, that as Fraser let himself relax into the act of pleasuring himself, he remembered and 'saw' more of what Ray had been doing. Makes me think he was watching for a long minute before he closed the door. And Ray probably knew he was there.
Maybe next time they don't have to have the door between them, or anything else, for that matter!
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Date: 2003-05-09 06:22 pm (UTC)Cool. Very glad the progression worked that way. By the time I've finished writing something, I can no longer tell how it reads. Thank you!
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Date: 2003-05-09 06:18 pm (UTC)You're right. Double masturbation and double voyeurism! Four challenges for the price of one? Do I get extra credit for this?
Yeah, well, bug Ces! She's the one who keeps giving challenges easily fulfilled by picking any one. (Suddenly strange image of someone explaining combinatorics with, "And this of course reduces to due South cast choose one.")
Dankeschoen!
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Date: 2003-05-09 06:15 pm (UTC)Well done!
Date: 2003-05-09 03:27 pm (UTC)Now, of course, I'm worried that it wasn't Ray shutting the connecting door. What if it was some poor housemaid who's going to have to rush straight to confession? There's got to be more security in these modern hotels, I tell ya! :-)
Re: Well done!
Date: 2003-05-09 06:14 pm (UTC)I'm teasing. Yes, that's the kind of thing I always wonder about too, but connecting door. Maids would have no reason to go through the connecting door, especially without knocking.
Um. Does that make you feel any better?
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Date: 2003-05-09 10:54 pm (UTC)I'd love to see more of this -- either before or after. Or both. *G*
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Date: 2003-05-11 09:15 pm (UTC)Hmm. Before or after. When does this particular challenge end, again?
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Date: 2003-05-10 01:23 pm (UTC)Starting off by feedbacking your *feedback*, fer christ's sake, but how much do I love you because of this comment? Er, a lot.
The story was pretty fucking hot, too. *G* I loved the *flusterness* of Fraser's tone and the way he kept looping back and correcting his version of events in the name of "honesty." A great picture of a very disrupted mind--and who can blame him? As a fuller picture of Ray's...activities... emerged, I got more than a little distracted myself. *g*
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Date: 2003-05-11 09:17 pm (UTC)And have I thanked you yet, by the way? I think I've written more for this challenge than I had in the fandom as a whole -- and it got me jump-started when I thought I was still in the middle of a fallow period. So... thank you!
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Date: 2003-05-11 09:55 pm (UTC)(Dude, I am in HOG HEAVEN over here! People are writing! Good people are writing! And posting! Once a week! I am SO FUCKIN' PSYCHED!!!)
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Date: 2003-05-11 09:18 pm (UTC)mmmyeah
Date: 2003-05-10 10:40 pm (UTC)Karen
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Date: 2003-05-11 06:44 pm (UTC)Hah! I laughed out loud at this, I did.
Jen
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Date: 2003-05-13 01:39 pm (UTC)*mwah!*
-R
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Date: 2004-08-18 04:58 am (UTC)I liked all the little thoughts about Ray in brackets: (Ray did this), (after all, Ray had done it), etc.
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Date: 2004-08-18 07:49 am (UTC)That last bit made this soooo good. :D
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Date: 2005-03-02 08:18 am (UTC)Guh.
Loved Fraser seeing himself in the mirror. Very hot!
Very true Fraser voice,
Well done.
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Date: 2005-07-23 12:18 am (UTC)No! Not like that...
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Date: 2006-09-09 05:58 pm (UTC)he did wonder, in the spirit of inquiry is hysterical, and then the door just made me catch my breath at the end.
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Date: 2007-06-21 04:46 am (UTC)I adore how Ray keeps intruding parenthetically.