Squeak!

[rowanfairchild.livejournal.com]

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.

Comments

Oh man

[ardent-muses.livejournal.com]

You did it again, Dude. I'm glad I didn't read this before I posted. *G*

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!

[(Anonymous)]

Whoa, that hurt. Ray was really, really there, and then he was just . . . gone. Poor Fraser. Wait! I can see Ray from here!

Karen
waving madly to catch Ray's attention

[the-star-fish.livejournal.com]

Wheeeee! Lookit you, writing!!!

Loved it. Mmmmmyeah. Gorgeous.

[beledibabe.livejournal.com]

::sniffle::

::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?

[shayheyred.livejournal.com]

Rowan! This is superb. You paint so beautifully with words.

[kist.livejournal.com]

Ooooh, very nice. I like the tone of desperation, and I was yanked back to reality along with Fraser.

[umbo.livejournal.com]

That was great. I'm with the folks who want a sequel ;-)

[bluster.livejournal.com]

*sniffle!*

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.

[rubyrosered.livejournal.com]

Wow. This is... beautiful.

Even if it did kind of tear my heart out.

[bethbethbeth.livejournal.com]

Oh, yes. Just...yes!

(Lovely, R'ski! This makes me so happy/sad/happy. Now...for the *other* 100K of this story.... *g*)