DS Holiday Party: for eledhwenlin, by <user site="livejournal.c

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Title: Cleanliness is Next to Godliness (and Raise-Worthiness)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: F/K, dead!Bob
Length: 259 words
Prompt: #18, "Son, in all my years I never saw [anything] as disgusting as the one time Frobisher ate some Camembert, but this is coming in as a close second."
A/N: My brain went straight to the bad place when I read the prompt.

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"Son, in all my years I never saw anything as disgusting as the one time Frobisher ate some Camembert, but this is coming in as a close second."

Upon hearing his father's voice, Fraser startled forward causing his tongue to plunge deep into Ray's ass. Ray let loose with an unholy moan and came hard, spattering his stomach and chest. Fraser jumped up, horrified, letting Ray's legs fall to the mattress in the process.

"Oh Jesus, Fraser. What...What the fuck got into you?" said Ray, chest heaving. "That was...fuck...incredible. Now, get over here, and I'll do you."

Fraser didn't respond. His mouth fell open, but he couldn't remember how to speak, nor think of what to say. He stood there staring dumbly at his father.

"Fraser?" said Ray.

"Really, Benton. Putting your tongue there? That can't be sanitary. No matter how well he, hmm, cleaned himself--and let's face it, son, the Yank does appear awfully scruffy usually. I can't believe he's one who values a good scrubbing, especially in that, uh, area. Why, the bacteria to be found in the rectum--frankly, I shudder to think of it."

"Fraser? Yo! Hello? Earth to Fraser. Come in, Fraser."

"Well, say something, Benton. You've just had your tongue in your partner's arse. You can hardly choose to stop speaking to him now. It would be impolite. I didn't raise you to be impolite, son."

"You didn't raise me at all!"

"Hey!" protested Ray. "Don't be commenting on a man's raise-worthiness before he's even had a clear shot at the goods!"