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ds_flashfictionTitle: A bath kind of guy
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slidellra
Pairing: F/K
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Many thanks tolipstickcat for beta. Roughly 720 words of schmoop.
ETA: Check out the beautiful cover made bywihluta for DSSS 2008!
Fraser liked baths. That blew Ray's mind, just a little, 'cause when he thought of baths he thought of girl stuff and luxury and pampering, none of which he associated with Fraser. But even before they started fucking, when Fraser was still sleeping on the couch when he stayed over, Fraser'd take baths. The first time, he asked like it was a major favor, and he scrubbed Ray's tub out before and after and came out of the bathroom almost an hour later so pink and glowy that Ray had to shift in his sweats and pretend to be focusing real hard on the TV.
Later, he didn't ask, and once in a while, like tonight, Ray would wake up in the middle of the night to the sound of running water and soft splashes.
It wasn't like he spent a ton of time thinking about it. But, yeah, some. A little. Did Fraser have a brisk, efficient 'cleansing procedure'? Did he put his head back and close his eyes and drift? Did he touch himself?
Ray wasn't real big on baths, himself. Didn't want to be alone, to hold still. He always wanted to get on with things, get moving. And he'd never tried jerking off in the tub, but it seemed weird, not like the shower where everything went right down the drain anyway. Showers were noisy and busy and more private somehow. In the shower he didn't have the time and quiet to think about things like being the only person on the fucking planet, apparently, who wanted to touch his dick.
He'd been wrong about that, at least, Ray thought with a stretch and the bone-deep satisfaction of the well-laid.
He rolled over to look at the bathroom door. A little sliver of light came out from under. Not much. Maybe just the light over the mirror was on, instead of the too-bright glare of the overhead.
He should probably go back to sleep, let Fraser have his time alone. Ray was needy, he knew that, and Fraser was used to solitude, fought for it, in his polite, stubborn way, despite the total lack of privacy at the Consulate. But the bed was getting cold without Fraser the furnace, and Ray was curious.
Getting up, he padded to the door and pushed it open as quietly as he could, squinting a little against the soft light. The air was humid and heavy and warm. Fraser was lying in the tub; his arms on the sides, his eyes shut.
Ray shut the door behind him, keeping the cool air out, and watched. The edges of Fraser's lips twitched a little, but he didn't say anything.
Sitting on the (holy shit, cold) edge of the tub, Ray trailed his fingers in the water. Hot. He watched his fingers under the water; light and a little distorted as he ran them over Fraser's chest, Fraser's thigh.
"Never would have figured you for a bath kind of guy, Frase."
His eyes still shut, Fraser said, "We didn't have running water for much of my childhood. I find I've never entirely adjusted to showering."
"Hmmm." Ray could do enigmatic noises with the best of them.
"And the heat does help ease sore muscles and old injuries," Fraser admitted, and Ray nodded.
"You got plenty of those." So did he.
Fraser's fingers crept along the edge of the tub, found Ray's side. "Join me?"
"Kinda cramped in there for two."
"We can make it work."
Ray stood and stepped into the tub, the water hot hot hot against his cool skin. Sinking down between Fraser's legs, he leaned back against him, trying to figure out how to fold his legs into the too-small space. Fraser's arms wrapped around him and he leaned his head back against Fraser's shoulder.
"Nice," he said.
"Mmm, very." Fraser's chest rumbled a little when he spoke.
Fraser was rubbing a thumb along Ray's ribs, back and forth. Ray shut his eyes, focusing on the rhythm and pressure of Fraser's thumb, Fraser's breathing.
"Never really been into baths. Not my thing."
There was a pause before Fraser said, close to his ear, "Sometimes our 'thing' changes, Ray."
"Yeah," he agreed, relaxing some more. "I could get used to this."
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Author:
slidellraPairing: F/K
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Many thanks to
lipstickcat for beta. Roughly 720 words of schmoop.ETA: Check out the beautiful cover made by
wihluta for DSSS 2008!Fraser liked baths. That blew Ray's mind, just a little, 'cause when he thought of baths he thought of girl stuff and luxury and pampering, none of which he associated with Fraser. But even before they started fucking, when Fraser was still sleeping on the couch when he stayed over, Fraser'd take baths. The first time, he asked like it was a major favor, and he scrubbed Ray's tub out before and after and came out of the bathroom almost an hour later so pink and glowy that Ray had to shift in his sweats and pretend to be focusing real hard on the TV.
Later, he didn't ask, and once in a while, like tonight, Ray would wake up in the middle of the night to the sound of running water and soft splashes.
It wasn't like he spent a ton of time thinking about it. But, yeah, some. A little. Did Fraser have a brisk, efficient 'cleansing procedure'? Did he put his head back and close his eyes and drift? Did he touch himself?
Ray wasn't real big on baths, himself. Didn't want to be alone, to hold still. He always wanted to get on with things, get moving. And he'd never tried jerking off in the tub, but it seemed weird, not like the shower where everything went right down the drain anyway. Showers were noisy and busy and more private somehow. In the shower he didn't have the time and quiet to think about things like being the only person on the fucking planet, apparently, who wanted to touch his dick.
He'd been wrong about that, at least, Ray thought with a stretch and the bone-deep satisfaction of the well-laid.
He rolled over to look at the bathroom door. A little sliver of light came out from under. Not much. Maybe just the light over the mirror was on, instead of the too-bright glare of the overhead.
He should probably go back to sleep, let Fraser have his time alone. Ray was needy, he knew that, and Fraser was used to solitude, fought for it, in his polite, stubborn way, despite the total lack of privacy at the Consulate. But the bed was getting cold without Fraser the furnace, and Ray was curious.
Getting up, he padded to the door and pushed it open as quietly as he could, squinting a little against the soft light. The air was humid and heavy and warm. Fraser was lying in the tub; his arms on the sides, his eyes shut.
Ray shut the door behind him, keeping the cool air out, and watched. The edges of Fraser's lips twitched a little, but he didn't say anything.
Sitting on the (holy shit, cold) edge of the tub, Ray trailed his fingers in the water. Hot. He watched his fingers under the water; light and a little distorted as he ran them over Fraser's chest, Fraser's thigh.
"Never would have figured you for a bath kind of guy, Frase."
His eyes still shut, Fraser said, "We didn't have running water for much of my childhood. I find I've never entirely adjusted to showering."
"Hmmm." Ray could do enigmatic noises with the best of them.
"And the heat does help ease sore muscles and old injuries," Fraser admitted, and Ray nodded.
"You got plenty of those." So did he.
Fraser's fingers crept along the edge of the tub, found Ray's side. "Join me?"
"Kinda cramped in there for two."
"We can make it work."
Ray stood and stepped into the tub, the water hot hot hot against his cool skin. Sinking down between Fraser's legs, he leaned back against him, trying to figure out how to fold his legs into the too-small space. Fraser's arms wrapped around him and he leaned his head back against Fraser's shoulder.
"Nice," he said.
"Mmm, very." Fraser's chest rumbled a little when he spoke.
Fraser was rubbing a thumb along Ray's ribs, back and forth. Ray shut his eyes, focusing on the rhythm and pressure of Fraser's thumb, Fraser's breathing.
"Never really been into baths. Not my thing."
There was a pause before Fraser said, close to his ear, "Sometimes our 'thing' changes, Ray."
"Yeah," he agreed, relaxing some more. "I could get used to this."
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