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Squeak!
I hope this makes it in under the wire!
Tonight it had been there. Hard run chase, takedown, arrest, a broadly approving grin. Closeness, wavelength, mingled salt-sweat humidity and victorious exhaustion, as they sat sagged for a moment in the seats of the idling GTO. Partners now, so evident as to render acknowledgment superfluous. Truly, understood. Yes?
Tonight it was there. Thin, strong, long fingered hands to wrap around him, warm and welcome, sure and knowing, and yes, oh yes... take control and let him fall away completely. Let him close his eyes and throw back his head, subject for once only to the sensations surging through his body, with no distracting reminders of who he was, and what he was doing to himself. Supple, stroking hands pulling him further and further away from the discordant racket that so often marred this for him. Background arguments, rationalizations about hygiene and necessity and propriety and humiliation -- if not in the act, than for the pathetic solitude of it. All this washed away now in an onrushing current of pleasure, thick and full, rising and swirling in to fill every space, pore, cell, synapse... yes, Ray, please... Pulsing along, a rocketing rhythm, decreasing period, point, to point, to point, harder and faster and tighter and louder and out, he was crying, calling, keening release as hot spats of come jarred him back to the rough reality of his own hands and a Hudson's Bay blanket.
Tonight it had been there. Hard run chase, takedown, arrest, a broadly approving grin. Closeness, wavelength, mingled salt-sweat humidity and victorious exhaustion, as they sat sagged for a moment in the seats of the idling GTO. Partners now, so evident as to render acknowledgment superfluous. Truly, understood. Yes?
Tonight it was there. Thin, strong, long fingered hands to wrap around him, warm and welcome, sure and knowing, and yes, oh yes... take control and let him fall away completely. Let him close his eyes and throw back his head, subject for once only to the sensations surging through his body, with no distracting reminders of who he was, and what he was doing to himself. Supple, stroking hands pulling him further and further away from the discordant racket that so often marred this for him. Background arguments, rationalizations about hygiene and necessity and propriety and humiliation -- if not in the act, than for the pathetic solitude of it. All this washed away now in an onrushing current of pleasure, thick and full, rising and swirling in to fill every space, pore, cell, synapse... yes, Ray, please... Pulsing along, a rocketing rhythm, decreasing period, point, to point, to point, harder and faster and tighter and louder and out, he was crying, calling, keening release as hot spats of come jarred him back to the rough reality of his own hands and a Hudson's Bay blanket.
Oh man
Yummy, crunchy words, doing double and triple duty -- telling how it feels and, more importantly, how it *feels*.
I love the parallel structure, too.
You filled my Fraser-angst cup right to the brim. Beautiful!
Re: Oh man
-R
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(Anonymous) 2003-05-13 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)Karen
waving madly to catch Ray's attention
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-R
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Loved it. Mmmmmyeah. Gorgeous.
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I know!!! And you too!! Yay us!! *g*
Thanks, Deb, glad you liked it. Looks like we both left poor Fraser hanging this week. Heh.
-R
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::quivering lip::
::catch of breath::
Okay, so, like, you're going to write a sequel, right? In which Ray admits he's hot for Fraser's body, throws away the damn blanket and takes care of Fraser so thoroughly that he never needs to jerk off again?
Right?
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What an amazing combo of words this is!
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-R
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Uh, may I just say three words?
Sod the challenge.
Write the rest, so I can stop fretting about poor Fraser and get on with my life! Please. With sugar on top. And maybe some of those little chocolate sprinkles that actually taste like chocolate and not tiny wax hamster turds.
::batting eyes::
Mmmmmm?
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Actually, Betty gave me a really good idea, so I'm thinking I probably will run with it. After I get the $#@! current WIP done. *g*
Thanks for the encouragement!
-R
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What's sad is I can picture Ray at home on the couch having a similar experience. :-( I join the calls for a sequel.
Although anything you want to write is fine by me.
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What's sad is I can picture Ray at home on the couch having a similar experience. :-(
Oh, hey... If I were to do a sequel, I might just have to steal that idea. Thanks! *g*
-R
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And if you write a sequel you can steal anything you want. :-)
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Thanks, I'm planning on it! *g*
-R
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Even if it did kind of tear my heart out.
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(Lovely, R'ski! This makes me so happy/sad/happy. Now...for the *other* 100K of this story.... *g*)
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