Dancing Challenge by Arrow (NC-17)

[arrow00.livejournal.com]

Title: Dancing Blind
Author: arrow00
Pairing: Fraser/RayK
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 702
Warnings: Cop/Mountie sex!
Categories: ER, PWP
Notes: This really is the only way I figured Fraser could dance.


Dancing Blind

By Arrow


Fraser has Ray flat on his back. Usually Ray won't allow that—he prefers being on top of Fraser, or on his belly being taken from behind, but Fraser was feeling a little...not impatient, but there's no really good word for what he felt when he woke up to Ray's hand on him and saw, in the low glimmer of light from the street, the expression on Ray's face.

He's ready. The words floated without meaning through Fraser's mind upon awakening, and then thought took a back seat, because Ray's hand was twisting slowly, the heel of his palm excruciatingly warm and hard, riding Fraser's foreskin.

And Fraser, this once, didn't lie back and let Ray have his way with him (force of nature, force of Ray being so powerful, there never seemed to be any point) but instead he moved fast, grabbing the teasing hand and twisting on top of Ray to pin him down.

Ray probably didn't even realize Fraser was awake, because he let out a surprised gasp.

And now Fraser has him on his back, his right hand (his gun hand, his cuff hand) trapped within Fraser's grip just beneath Ray's hip. Fraser's other hand is busy doing unspeakable things (but Fraser can speak them in his mind, whisper of the soft heat his fingers find within Ray's body, the only soft part about him, still open and wet from earlier use) and Ray is squirming and hasn't stopped gasping since Fraser began this madness. It is silent, in the dark, but for that, and the wet sounds of Fraser's mouth on Ray's erection and his fingers sliding, in and out.

Ray twitches in his mouth and leaks fluid. Fraser moves his fingers in the same pattern, pressing around and in and up, and Ray jerks and now moans softly into the quiet air.

Pulling away, Fraser rises and reaches into the night stand. Ray starts to turn over, but Fraser stops him.

"No." It's the first word he's spoken.

Ray settles back again, a nervous shadow.

Fraser reaches under Ray's hips and raises him easily, making it seem effortless, wanting Ray to feel the strength of his arms as he lifts him into position. Then Fraser slides into him, so smoothly the only resistance is the tight grasp of muscle ringing his hardness. Ray's body pulls him in deeper in an involuntary spasm, and he gasps again, but doesn't speak, so Fraser starts to move his hips.

It's good this way, face to face, dancing blind. The only dancing he truly excels at, and he's not sure why Ray ever denied him this. Ray danced with her, and Fraser had to watch, had to bite his cheek, tasting bitterness. But now Ray dances with him, moving with him, and Fraser feels the rhythm without thinking, guided by pleasure. He lowers himself and Ray's legs sprawl wide and loose as Fraser thrusts, again and again, the heat of Ray's panting teasing the hair on his forehead, Ray's hands clawing at Fraser's shoulders.

"I can't. I can't," Ray mutters, sounding desperate, but he can, he does—he arches helplessly, trembling in the arc of Fraser's arms, and he spills hotly between them, making a sound Fraser has never heard before. It pierces the quiet, enters Fraser's ears and rushes down his spine, and he climaxes, holding his breath.

Eventually, reluctantly, he loosens his grip, rising to dispose of the condom and to swipe the corner of the sheet over them both—a careless, wasted effort. They are both damp and sticking together wherever they touch.

Ray's hand slides to Fraser's thigh and squeezes him impatiently. Fraser settles back down. He touches his knuckles to Ray's temple.

"Why—?" Fraser wants to ask, but chokes it off. Why, at last? Why now?

Ray shrugs against him and answers anyway, his voice sounding thick and strange. "I woke up. You were here."

"I'm here," Fraser answers stupidly. "I'll always be here." He automatically takes Ray's hand (his right hand, his ring hand) and brings it to his chest to hold it there.

"Yeah." Ray presses close, his forehead bumping against Fraser's.

"I finally figured that out."



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2007.07.10

Comments

[china_shop]

Admin note: the rules of ds_flashfiction (which can be found on the user info page) ask that you post the story to the comm, and only to the comm, until the challenge is complete. Exceptions are long stories, which can be posted to the author's website, but all links to those stories should be via the ds_flashfiction post until the end of the challenge. After that, your story is yours to do with as you will.

Please move your story to this post. Thanks. :-)

[arrow00.livejournal.com]

I went looking in the admin memories for posting rules and thus didn't find this ref. My apologies.

Posting stories to a comm makes it difficult for me to archive them, since my LJ tool won't download from communities, only postings to my LJ.

At this point, I would be sad to lose my comments to my story. So I will merely copy the story to this post, if that's all right.

If not, feel free to delete this posting.

Sorry for the misstep.

[china_shop]

Aww, are you sure you won't reconsider? Because I will have to delete it if you're posting it elsewhere, and I don't waaaant to! ;-P

I mean, you could change the post in your LJ to a link to here, so you wouldn't lose the comments. *looks hopeful* The purposes of the rule are to draw traffic to the comm, to keep things central for all the people who read ds_flashfiction, and to keep things buzzing.

Oh, and I will post a clarification and make sure the rules are clear for future reference, so thanks for the heads up about the ambiguity.

[arrow00.livejournal.com]

Problem is, if I delete the story from my LJ, then it will also be deleted from my archive next time I back up my LJ. (Comments aren't archived at all, which sucks. Maybe I need to find a better tool.)

Is there some way to temporarily lock posts so only the owner can see them?

I don't think your rules were ambiguous, btw, I think I am just an idiot who went looking in the wrong place. Well, I'm relatively new to really using LJ, so maybe the kinder word is clueless.

[china_shop]

Is there some way to temporarily lock posts so only the owner can see them?

Yes, you can set security to "private". That would totally work. (And once the challenge has closed, you can reset it to public if you like.) Would that be okay?

(Comments aren't archived at all, which sucks. Maybe I need to find a better tool.)

I use ljarchive, which does back up comments as well as entries.

Newcomers are very much of the yay! :-)

[arrow00.livejournal.com]

Cool beans. I found the dropdown and have made it private.

Thanks, I'll check out ljarchive.

Sorry for all the troubles.

[china_shop]

\o/\o/\o/ :-)

[snarkyducky.livejournal.com]

..the only soft part about him, still open and wet from earlier use
..raises him easily, making it seem effortless, wanting Ray to feel the strength of his arms as he lifts him into position
..Ray's legs sprawl wide and loose as Fraser thrusts
..trembling in the arc of Fraser's arms

most of the time, when i find something "hot" it's almost a theoretical hotness.. or is it more intellectual/aesthetic appreciation of the hotness? but this story, especially the bits i quoted, made me feel the hot in a visceral kinda way. i guess most people label that "erotic", which is actually something rare for me to experience while reading slash stories.. so i've been reading with my eyes huge like this: (O__O) doing some self-analysis, i realized i have some sort of arm/limb obsession. huh.. oh well.

..Ray settles back again, a nervous shadow.
..his voice sounding thick and strange. "I woke up. You were here."
i marvel at the way you show-not-tell his vulnerabilities.. (grr, my brain's freudian-slipper has a field day with that word's associations -- trojan horses and "is your internets having insecurities?" -- ok, no more squirrel/gerbil pemmican for me!)

..He touches his knuckles to Ray's temple.
..(his right hand, his ring hand) and brings it to his chest to hold it there
*iz officially melted puddle of goo*

loved this story so, so much. it's always a suckerpunch-to-the-heart to encounter one that's both insanely hot and emotionally jampacked.. thank you for sharing this treasure! ♥

[arrow00.livejournal.com]

Hi snarky:

Thanks, you.

I have those same associations (I work for a computer security company. Squirrels->pemmican NO!)

made me feel the hot in a visceral kinda way

Wee! Hm. It's very hard to say what will punch my trigger when reading...I guess the scene doesn't have to be *too* graphic, but I really get thrown out of the mood when the wording is euphemistic (their hearts soared like bumble bees flying through a supernova.)

(Now go thou and write me a fic that proves me dead wrong, because there just aren't any rules, really).



I'm so glad you enjoyed the piece. *offers you anti-goo cleanser*

[snarkyducky.livejournal.com]

when I can feel the nervousness of the character.
heee! i like that too! and it's extra-fun when one or both of them are having quiet freakouts..

their hearts soared like bumble bees flying through a supernova.
that would be Transformers slash..

♥

[arrow00.livejournal.com]

Yes! To freak-outs.

[snarkyducky.livejournal.com]

ok, you WIN!
*bows down in awe and terror*

[arrow00.livejournal.com]

Yay! I win I win I—

[snarkyducky.livejournal.com]

i guess you have to take the good with the bad ;P
i think Lex Luthor would urge you to not be the good man, but be a great man.. *flashes back to Eowyn shouting "I AM NO MAN!"*

you may be the bigger freak, but you're also the more brilliant freak.
*tries to look innocent & whistles*

[arrow00.livejournal.com]

uh HUH.