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ds_flashfictionTitle: Doin' it in Fours
Author: Gloriana
Characters: RayK/Fraser/RayV, Diefenbaker
Rating: R/NC-17
Length: 974 words
Notes: The last challenge must have been preying on my mind, because I woke up with this ficlet fully formed, only to find the posting date was long past. Hallelujah for amnesties.
The first time was a disaster.
Vecchio kneed Ray in the stomach; which, given the length of Vecchio's shinbones, meant he nearly puked and he definitely lost his hard-on for the rest of the evening. Fraser fell off the bed twice (once onto Dief, who was dozing on the bedside rug; which was nearly a very nasty moment for them all, given that a wolf does not wake up cheerful and relaxed whether or not there are two hundred pounds of Mountie landing on him). Vecchio got to come, at least. But he was making snarky comments about Ray's teeth as he went out the door. Surveying the wreck of his bedroom and his various bruises, Ray wondered whether it had really been worth the wait.
The second time, Fraser arrived bearing armfuls of bedroll. They cleared the coffee-table and the television away, rescued four car manuals, the wicker hamper Stella and him had gotten for their final wedding anniversary, two mice ("No, Dief!") and a year's supply of 'Ring World' from the fireplace, and started a fire. It was like camping out, except for the getting naked and having a guy lick your belly button thing. Ray was partial to having his belly button licked, so that was okay. And at least there wasn't so far to fall.
But Vecchio managed to kick the coffee table hard enough that a huge blue bruise blossomed immediately on his ankle, and then he was demanding icepacks and an x-ray and moaning a lot, but not in a good way; which put things back half an hour. And then Fraser decided to play Twister around Vecchio's body getting to Ray's mouth; which resulted in a pulled calf muscle and another half an hour gone massaging him back into shape. And then there was the thing with Vecchio's toes and the small of Ray's back and a wet, cold nose ("No, Dief!!!") in a very intimate place indeed. And then there was the half hour lecture by Fraser on suitable places to sniff humans (which Ray noticed Dief kept his eyes closed for most of it), before Dief was consigned to the bedroom. The whimpering and scratching at the door had almost reached a howl before they finally got done. Ray was left with two broken coffee mugs, a handful of paint flakes on his carpet, and a mediocre orgasm achieved. Not a high score, he had to admit.
The third time Dief decided to sleep under the dining table. ("He wouldn't stay with Turnbull. Apparently group sex is normal in his social circle and he says he would be mortally offended to be excluded from the pack at this important juncture," Fraser explained.) Ray had cleared an area the size of a hockey rink for the bedrolls, and Vecchio came bearing pizza, including pineapple this time, as a peace offering.
So the start was good. Then there was the moment when Vecchio, who had been lazily kissing his way down Ray's spine, did that.
"Do you...actually enjoy doing that, Ray?" Fraser asked with a mixture of fascination and disgust.
Ray couldn't have answered, because he was face-down in his favourite soft pillow that he was trying to rip apart with his bare hands. Luckily, the question seemed to be aimed at Vecchio.
Unluckily, Vecchio stopped to answer it. "You kidding, Fraser? Look what it does to him." A long slow lick across Ray's hole, and Ray was bleating mindlessly into a flurry of liberated feathers while he came. "Nothing hotter than seeing him like that," Vecchio said with warranted smugness.
"Understood, Ray."
Ray couldn't get it up again after; so he spent the rest of the evening watching Fraser tease Vecchio with a mouth on his cock into a stream of Italian cursewords ("Language, Ray"). Stroking Vecchio's nipples, which were small and hard and nothing like Stella's which he would have to open his whole mouth to take in, Ray decided this beat the tv schedule hands down. Hell, that was including the McQueen retrospective they were showing on NBC. Even with Dief's attempt at feather wrangling afterwards, and Fraser losing a hank of hair when Vecchio finally got too impatient, Ray voted the evening a qualified success.
The fourth time, though.
He was smooshed up against Fraser's chest; and there was firelight bringing out the glints in Fraser's hair, and tinging that fair skin with a red glow. And Fraser had closed his eyes but his mouth was open, and his tongue was wiping slowly across his lip while he made these sex noises that had Ray struggling, struggling not to come right then. He was deep in, and Fraser was tight around him, almost like a warm fist clenching him every time Fraser gave one of those groans.
Behind Ray, Vecchio echoed with short grunts as he slowly seated himself, hands splayed across Ray's ass to spread him for Vecchio's gradual entry. And Ray himself was cursing and begging this time, except with Polish not Italian; and Vecchio was murmuring into his ear about how wonderful he felt, how wonderful he looked; and Fraser opened his eyes, made this weird remark about how Vecchio was poking him in more ways than one and started to giggle; and the sensation of Fraser's belly quivering against his was too much and Ray started to come.
But Fraser reached down and curled his fingers tight around the root of Ray's cock; so he didn't come.
So they fucked him and fucked him, and when he did finally come he was sobbing into Fraser's hair, and Vecchio was holding him tightly, so tightly, which was good because otherwise he would have fallen apart.
So the fourth time turned out okay. In fact, the fourth time was greatness all round.
Author: Gloriana
Characters: RayK/Fraser/RayV, Diefenbaker
Rating: R/NC-17
Length: 974 words
Notes: The last challenge must have been preying on my mind, because I woke up with this ficlet fully formed, only to find the posting date was long past. Hallelujah for amnesties.
The first time was a disaster.
Vecchio kneed Ray in the stomach; which, given the length of Vecchio's shinbones, meant he nearly puked and he definitely lost his hard-on for the rest of the evening. Fraser fell off the bed twice (once onto Dief, who was dozing on the bedside rug; which was nearly a very nasty moment for them all, given that a wolf does not wake up cheerful and relaxed whether or not there are two hundred pounds of Mountie landing on him). Vecchio got to come, at least. But he was making snarky comments about Ray's teeth as he went out the door. Surveying the wreck of his bedroom and his various bruises, Ray wondered whether it had really been worth the wait.
The second time, Fraser arrived bearing armfuls of bedroll. They cleared the coffee-table and the television away, rescued four car manuals, the wicker hamper Stella and him had gotten for their final wedding anniversary, two mice ("No, Dief!") and a year's supply of 'Ring World' from the fireplace, and started a fire. It was like camping out, except for the getting naked and having a guy lick your belly button thing. Ray was partial to having his belly button licked, so that was okay. And at least there wasn't so far to fall.
But Vecchio managed to kick the coffee table hard enough that a huge blue bruise blossomed immediately on his ankle, and then he was demanding icepacks and an x-ray and moaning a lot, but not in a good way; which put things back half an hour. And then Fraser decided to play Twister around Vecchio's body getting to Ray's mouth; which resulted in a pulled calf muscle and another half an hour gone massaging him back into shape. And then there was the thing with Vecchio's toes and the small of Ray's back and a wet, cold nose ("No, Dief!!!") in a very intimate place indeed. And then there was the half hour lecture by Fraser on suitable places to sniff humans (which Ray noticed Dief kept his eyes closed for most of it), before Dief was consigned to the bedroom. The whimpering and scratching at the door had almost reached a howl before they finally got done. Ray was left with two broken coffee mugs, a handful of paint flakes on his carpet, and a mediocre orgasm achieved. Not a high score, he had to admit.
The third time Dief decided to sleep under the dining table. ("He wouldn't stay with Turnbull. Apparently group sex is normal in his social circle and he says he would be mortally offended to be excluded from the pack at this important juncture," Fraser explained.) Ray had cleared an area the size of a hockey rink for the bedrolls, and Vecchio came bearing pizza, including pineapple this time, as a peace offering.
So the start was good. Then there was the moment when Vecchio, who had been lazily kissing his way down Ray's spine, did that.
"Do you...actually enjoy doing that, Ray?" Fraser asked with a mixture of fascination and disgust.
Ray couldn't have answered, because he was face-down in his favourite soft pillow that he was trying to rip apart with his bare hands. Luckily, the question seemed to be aimed at Vecchio.
Unluckily, Vecchio stopped to answer it. "You kidding, Fraser? Look what it does to him." A long slow lick across Ray's hole, and Ray was bleating mindlessly into a flurry of liberated feathers while he came. "Nothing hotter than seeing him like that," Vecchio said with warranted smugness.
"Understood, Ray."
Ray couldn't get it up again after; so he spent the rest of the evening watching Fraser tease Vecchio with a mouth on his cock into a stream of Italian cursewords ("Language, Ray"). Stroking Vecchio's nipples, which were small and hard and nothing like Stella's which he would have to open his whole mouth to take in, Ray decided this beat the tv schedule hands down. Hell, that was including the McQueen retrospective they were showing on NBC. Even with Dief's attempt at feather wrangling afterwards, and Fraser losing a hank of hair when Vecchio finally got too impatient, Ray voted the evening a qualified success.
The fourth time, though.
He was smooshed up against Fraser's chest; and there was firelight bringing out the glints in Fraser's hair, and tinging that fair skin with a red glow. And Fraser had closed his eyes but his mouth was open, and his tongue was wiping slowly across his lip while he made these sex noises that had Ray struggling, struggling not to come right then. He was deep in, and Fraser was tight around him, almost like a warm fist clenching him every time Fraser gave one of those groans.
Behind Ray, Vecchio echoed with short grunts as he slowly seated himself, hands splayed across Ray's ass to spread him for Vecchio's gradual entry. And Ray himself was cursing and begging this time, except with Polish not Italian; and Vecchio was murmuring into his ear about how wonderful he felt, how wonderful he looked; and Fraser opened his eyes, made this weird remark about how Vecchio was poking him in more ways than one and started to giggle; and the sensation of Fraser's belly quivering against his was too much and Ray started to come.
But Fraser reached down and curled his fingers tight around the root of Ray's cock; so he didn't come.
So they fucked him and fucked him, and when he did finally come he was sobbing into Fraser's hair, and Vecchio was holding him tightly, so tightly, which was good because otherwise he would have fallen apart.
So the fourth time turned out okay. In fact, the fourth time was greatness all round.
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Date: 2008-12-19 06:14 pm (UTC)Ray was bleating mindlessly into a flurry of liberated feathers while he came. "Nothing hotter than seeing him like that," Vecchio said with warranted smugness.
And OMG, Dief!
Fabulous!
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Date: 2008-12-19 10:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-19 06:25 pm (UTC)Practice makes perfect, hehe.
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Date: 2008-12-19 07:23 pm (UTC)"He wouldn't stay with Turnbull. Apparently group sex is normal in his social circle and he says he would be mortally offended to be excluded from the pack at this important juncture,"
And like Brig said, funny AND sweet--what a great combination! \o/
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Date: 2008-12-19 10:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-19 08:50 pm (UTC)hahahahaaa! And I love Dief being all sanguine about the group/pack thing. heh.
And HOT! Just...ooooohhhh OT3 how I love thee! Thank you thank you! And yes to all the awkward limbs and broken mugs and everything! Awesome!
And yeah, HOT. mmmmMMMmmmmm...For some reason I just really love this line because sexy it is, but also very endearing and sweet:
So they fucked him and fucked him, and when he did finally come he was sobbing into Fraser's hair...
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Date: 2008-12-19 10:35 pm (UTC)I love the potential for the OT3 with these three: I can see how they complete each other so well. And I love the idea of bad sex, because of that awkwardness and vulnerability, which I think would be even more there with the tension between the two Rays, and Fraser being so earnest and hungry.
Thankyou so much for the lovely comments. I'm very pleased you liked that line: I wanted to hint at something more intense and shaded for Ray than the fic had been so far, so I'm glad it worked for you.
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Date: 2008-12-20 02:06 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-12-20 03:26 am (UTC)Oh, and just so you know...
He wouldn't stay with Turnbull. Apparently group sex is normal in his social circle and he says he would be mortally offended to be excluded from the pack at this important juncture = spit-take
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Date: 2008-12-20 09:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-20 12:47 pm (UTC)And yes, a spit-take is good, though my monitor (er, that is my work monitor - sshhh don't tell) didn't appreciate it. Ah well, it's fine, and it was worth it.
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Date: 2008-12-20 01:54 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-12-21 04:57 am (UTC)This was excellent, and hot, and yay!! And very realistic too, with the somewhat awkardness of having sex with more than one person--too many limbs flailng about for someone not to get a few bruises. :D
(Edited because I hit post before I was done!)
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Date: 2008-12-21 08:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-22 05:50 am (UTC)oh man. HILARIOUS and hot and sweet and more funny and hot and hot again and.. yeah.
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Date: 2008-12-22 12:09 pm (UTC)I'm so well-versed in the Rule of Three, I wasn't expecting a fourth time and was very pleasantly surprised when it arrived.
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