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ds_flashfictionPrompt #63: Fraser/Kowalski: "That wasn't quite what I expected." for littlekitsch
Title: It's Tradition
Author: Aouda Fogg
Rating: hard R
Word Count: 1,272
Notes: First, thanks to SaraMerry99 for her betaing . . .and listening to me each time I said, wow, it's been a long time since I've written Ray and Fraser!
Second, despite my best intentions, the boys were in a smartassed mood, and no amount of effort would change their minds. *g* So, Littlekitsch, I hope this fits the bill, and that your holidays are full of light and joy. :)
“That wasn’t quite what I expected.”
“You mean you didn’t like it?” Ray’s head shot up from where it rested on Ben’s thigh.
“Oh, no, I quite enjoyed it, Ray. It’s just that, well, I think I was expecting it to last a bit longer.”
“Half an hour.”
“Yes, of course.”
Ray grinned. “But you wanted more.”
“Perhaps a bit more.”
“Hey, the Grinch had his story arc, you know? Went with a guy with garlic in his soul to carving the roast beast.”
“As you say.”
“So you liked it,” Ray needled, his voice a bit smug.
“Very much, Ray; you were quite right. A very worthy addition to our list of holiday traditions.”
“I always wanted to play zoo-zinger-car-zay.”
“Diefenbaker harbors a distinct dislike of large drums.”
“Ah, well, another dream crushed.”
“Perhaps my choice for our next Christmas Eve tradition will allay your pain.”
“Watch me as I manfully resist the urge to say you can ‘allay’ me anytime you want.”
“Admirable restraint, Ray.”
Ray sat up, leaned back into the corner of the couch, his slouch bursting with cocky challenge. “All right, Mountie, show me what you’ve got.”
“I believe I have, Ray, on many occasions. All of them memorable.”
Unable to stop a hoot of sheer delight at the glint in Ben’s eyes, Ray raised an eyebrow to answer the one Fraser was shooting at him. “You get a Mountie laid all regular like and you pay and pay and pay.”
“There does seem to be mounting evidence of that, doesn’t there?”
“Damned straight.”
“May I proceed?”
“Be my guest.”
“I believe I mentioned that on several Christmases, my grandmother and I read ‘A Christmas Carol’ out loud before opening presents. Dickens was a great favorite of hers.”
“I remember.” He leaned forward, towards his partner. “So, we going to read it to each other?”
Fraser suddenly looked a bit shy. “Not quite, Ray. The last time we talked about it, you said that years ago you had wanted to attend a performance of the story by Patrick Stewart.”
“Right, but Stella was going through a weird ‘the theater is so passé, Ray’ thing, and I think going to see the guy who played Captain Picard was showing too much of my geek flag for her.”
“Exactly. Since Mr. Stewart is not touring at present, however, I found an alternative.”
“The Muppet version of the story?”
“Ah, no, Ray.”
“I’m going to pull you over to the Muppet side of the Force yet, Frase.”
“I have admitted to liking Yoda.”
“Doesn’t count.”
“Ray, I will never like Miss Piggy.”
Swooping forward to plant a quick kiss on Fraser’s lips, Ray answered. “No, see, that’s ok. That’s good. I’d have to end this thing we’ve got here, nice as it is sharing a bed with you. Miss Piggy is the root of evil. Kermit, though, and Gonzo, are cool. So’s Animal.”
“Perhaps you can introduce me to them around your birthday?”
“Deal. Now, out with it: what’s next on the agenda and how does old Chuck Dickens fit into it?”
Amused as ever at Ray’s irreverence, Fraser reached between the cushions on the back of the couch and pulled out a CD case. The next instant, the package had been snatched out of his hands.
“No way! I didn’t even know he’d done this.”
“I was very pleased to find it.”
“This is greatness, Ben. I’m putting it in right now.”
For the next two hours, Fraser was torn between the enchantment of the story and Patrick Stewart’s incredible voice and the attraction of Ray’s own enjoyment of the audio book. The blond man resumed his previous position, lying along the length of the couch, head in Ben’s lap, and grew almost completely still. Ben didn’t resist the compulsion to run his fingers through his lover’s hair as the other man smiled at the Ghost of Christmas Past, became overwhelmed with anticipation along with the Cratchett children as they waited for their Christmas pudding, and, finally, enjoyed the changes in Old Scrooge. As always, the vicarious thrill Fraser got from watching Ray’s happiness only added to his own sense of contentment.
As the last words faded away, Ray stretched languidly, his arms drifting over his head. “That was incredible, Benton. A very definite requirement for every Christmas from now on.” Then he let his right arm drift down and play around Ben’s flannel covered knee. “I say we have time to establish ourselves one more tradition.”
Fraser ever-so-subtlety straightened his leg so that Ray could have more access to his thigh. “Did you have something specific in mind, Ray?”
“I think if we really put our heads together we might be able to come up with something.”
“A walk for Diefenbaker?”
“Nah, the furball got to go for a run already tonight.”
“A brimming cup of hot chocolate?”
“Better.”
“A brimming cup of hot chocolate with peppermint schnapps?”
“Ooh, you have been listening, haven’t you? But, nope, even better than spiked hot chocolate.”
“I heard from a very reputable source just the other night that there was nothing better than peppermint schnapps in hot chocolate.”
“Huh. Well, I think it’s possible that someone misspoke. They probably meant to say that it’s one of the things that’s hard to top, but the right combination of stuff can do it.”
“Oh, I see. Please enlighten me.”
“I’m thinking you, me, no pants, and some lube.”
“A winning combination to be sure,” Fraser whispered, running his finger along the hollow of Ray’s collar bone.
Fraser never had a chance to frame his next thought. Whatever idea he’d been about to suggest vanished with the reality of Ray rising in one smooth motion, yanking the draw-string tie of his sweats, and, with an emphatic little shake of his hips, sending the dark material to rest in a pool around his feet. Ray stood there for a moment, waiting, drawing out the anticipation as their breath came a little faster, a little louder, and then Ray was straddling Fraser’s lap and Fraser was far too occupied with other things to think.
After that, there was nothing but a whirl of sensation. Ray’s tongue drawing a lingering path down his neck. A long, lingering kiss made better by just the barest hint of teasing bites against his lips. The contrast of Ray’s open flannel shirt and the expanse of his chest. Fingers dancing up and down his back, pressing, urging him on. A deep, quaking groan that made him shiver hard because he didn’t know which one of them had made it. His own momentary clumsiness as he reached for his pants, followed immediately by Ray’s hands urging him on, helping the pants disappear. The cool, wet slide of lubricant along his skin. The hot, slow slide of Ray taking him inside himself. Ray’s dark, husky whisper against his ear as he moved over him again and again until at last he felt Ray spill between them; the shudders he felt all over his own body pushing him past all endurance until he came, too.
They collapsed together on the couch, neither willing to move any further than absolutely necessary. Ray yanked the afghan off the back of the couch, and between the two of them, they got themselves mostly covered. Far too content to do anything but just wallow in the sensation of Ray’s weight draped over him, anchoring him, Ben savored the rhythm of their breaths rising and falling together and let himself drift.
Sometime later, he felt Ray smile against his chest. “Oh, yeah. Hell of a Christmas tradition, there.”
“Happy Christmas, Ray.”
Title: It's Tradition
Author: Aouda Fogg
Rating: hard R
Word Count: 1,272
Notes: First, thanks to SaraMerry99 for her betaing . . .and listening to me each time I said, wow, it's been a long time since I've written Ray and Fraser!
Second, despite my best intentions, the boys were in a smartassed mood, and no amount of effort would change their minds. *g* So, Littlekitsch, I hope this fits the bill, and that your holidays are full of light and joy. :)
“That wasn’t quite what I expected.”
“You mean you didn’t like it?” Ray’s head shot up from where it rested on Ben’s thigh.
“Oh, no, I quite enjoyed it, Ray. It’s just that, well, I think I was expecting it to last a bit longer.”
“Half an hour.”
“Yes, of course.”
Ray grinned. “But you wanted more.”
“Perhaps a bit more.”
“Hey, the Grinch had his story arc, you know? Went with a guy with garlic in his soul to carving the roast beast.”
“As you say.”
“So you liked it,” Ray needled, his voice a bit smug.
“Very much, Ray; you were quite right. A very worthy addition to our list of holiday traditions.”
“I always wanted to play zoo-zinger-car-zay.”
“Diefenbaker harbors a distinct dislike of large drums.”
“Ah, well, another dream crushed.”
“Perhaps my choice for our next Christmas Eve tradition will allay your pain.”
“Watch me as I manfully resist the urge to say you can ‘allay’ me anytime you want.”
“Admirable restraint, Ray.”
Ray sat up, leaned back into the corner of the couch, his slouch bursting with cocky challenge. “All right, Mountie, show me what you’ve got.”
“I believe I have, Ray, on many occasions. All of them memorable.”
Unable to stop a hoot of sheer delight at the glint in Ben’s eyes, Ray raised an eyebrow to answer the one Fraser was shooting at him. “You get a Mountie laid all regular like and you pay and pay and pay.”
“There does seem to be mounting evidence of that, doesn’t there?”
“Damned straight.”
“May I proceed?”
“Be my guest.”
“I believe I mentioned that on several Christmases, my grandmother and I read ‘A Christmas Carol’ out loud before opening presents. Dickens was a great favorite of hers.”
“I remember.” He leaned forward, towards his partner. “So, we going to read it to each other?”
Fraser suddenly looked a bit shy. “Not quite, Ray. The last time we talked about it, you said that years ago you had wanted to attend a performance of the story by Patrick Stewart.”
“Right, but Stella was going through a weird ‘the theater is so passé, Ray’ thing, and I think going to see the guy who played Captain Picard was showing too much of my geek flag for her.”
“Exactly. Since Mr. Stewart is not touring at present, however, I found an alternative.”
“The Muppet version of the story?”
“Ah, no, Ray.”
“I’m going to pull you over to the Muppet side of the Force yet, Frase.”
“I have admitted to liking Yoda.”
“Doesn’t count.”
“Ray, I will never like Miss Piggy.”
Swooping forward to plant a quick kiss on Fraser’s lips, Ray answered. “No, see, that’s ok. That’s good. I’d have to end this thing we’ve got here, nice as it is sharing a bed with you. Miss Piggy is the root of evil. Kermit, though, and Gonzo, are cool. So’s Animal.”
“Perhaps you can introduce me to them around your birthday?”
“Deal. Now, out with it: what’s next on the agenda and how does old Chuck Dickens fit into it?”
Amused as ever at Ray’s irreverence, Fraser reached between the cushions on the back of the couch and pulled out a CD case. The next instant, the package had been snatched out of his hands.
“No way! I didn’t even know he’d done this.”
“I was very pleased to find it.”
“This is greatness, Ben. I’m putting it in right now.”
For the next two hours, Fraser was torn between the enchantment of the story and Patrick Stewart’s incredible voice and the attraction of Ray’s own enjoyment of the audio book. The blond man resumed his previous position, lying along the length of the couch, head in Ben’s lap, and grew almost completely still. Ben didn’t resist the compulsion to run his fingers through his lover’s hair as the other man smiled at the Ghost of Christmas Past, became overwhelmed with anticipation along with the Cratchett children as they waited for their Christmas pudding, and, finally, enjoyed the changes in Old Scrooge. As always, the vicarious thrill Fraser got from watching Ray’s happiness only added to his own sense of contentment.
As the last words faded away, Ray stretched languidly, his arms drifting over his head. “That was incredible, Benton. A very definite requirement for every Christmas from now on.” Then he let his right arm drift down and play around Ben’s flannel covered knee. “I say we have time to establish ourselves one more tradition.”
Fraser ever-so-subtlety straightened his leg so that Ray could have more access to his thigh. “Did you have something specific in mind, Ray?”
“I think if we really put our heads together we might be able to come up with something.”
“A walk for Diefenbaker?”
“Nah, the furball got to go for a run already tonight.”
“A brimming cup of hot chocolate?”
“Better.”
“A brimming cup of hot chocolate with peppermint schnapps?”
“Ooh, you have been listening, haven’t you? But, nope, even better than spiked hot chocolate.”
“I heard from a very reputable source just the other night that there was nothing better than peppermint schnapps in hot chocolate.”
“Huh. Well, I think it’s possible that someone misspoke. They probably meant to say that it’s one of the things that’s hard to top, but the right combination of stuff can do it.”
“Oh, I see. Please enlighten me.”
“I’m thinking you, me, no pants, and some lube.”
“A winning combination to be sure,” Fraser whispered, running his finger along the hollow of Ray’s collar bone.
Fraser never had a chance to frame his next thought. Whatever idea he’d been about to suggest vanished with the reality of Ray rising in one smooth motion, yanking the draw-string tie of his sweats, and, with an emphatic little shake of his hips, sending the dark material to rest in a pool around his feet. Ray stood there for a moment, waiting, drawing out the anticipation as their breath came a little faster, a little louder, and then Ray was straddling Fraser’s lap and Fraser was far too occupied with other things to think.
After that, there was nothing but a whirl of sensation. Ray’s tongue drawing a lingering path down his neck. A long, lingering kiss made better by just the barest hint of teasing bites against his lips. The contrast of Ray’s open flannel shirt and the expanse of his chest. Fingers dancing up and down his back, pressing, urging him on. A deep, quaking groan that made him shiver hard because he didn’t know which one of them had made it. His own momentary clumsiness as he reached for his pants, followed immediately by Ray’s hands urging him on, helping the pants disappear. The cool, wet slide of lubricant along his skin. The hot, slow slide of Ray taking him inside himself. Ray’s dark, husky whisper against his ear as he moved over him again and again until at last he felt Ray spill between them; the shudders he felt all over his own body pushing him past all endurance until he came, too.
They collapsed together on the couch, neither willing to move any further than absolutely necessary. Ray yanked the afghan off the back of the couch, and between the two of them, they got themselves mostly covered. Far too content to do anything but just wallow in the sensation of Ray’s weight draped over him, anchoring him, Ben savored the rhythm of their breaths rising and falling together and let himself drift.
Sometime later, he felt Ray smile against his chest. “Oh, yeah. Hell of a Christmas tradition, there.”
“Happy Christmas, Ray.”
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Date: 2006-12-23 04:58 pm (UTC)Hope the rest of your holidays are terrific.
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Date: 2006-12-23 04:59 pm (UTC)Thanks for letting me know you enjoyed it.
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Date: 2006-12-23 05:07 am (UTC)So, Patrick Stewart's recording of A Christmas Carol? I LOVE THAT. When I was little I used to listen to it with my parents every year.
And it is only improved, in this specific case, by the addition of F/K porn.
I seriously, seriously, love you right now. *runs around in small happy squeeing circles*
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Date: 2006-12-23 05:01 pm (UTC)::joining you in happy squeeing circles::
Thank you kindly!
(btw, neat icon!)
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