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eyrea, here are 822 words for the phone challenge. Hope they more-or-less meet your requested criteria, Susan! As usual, beta thanks go to kassrachel, whose promptness and attention to detail are invaluable.
With a stifled sigh, Fraser rubbed his eyes and tucked the bookmark in place.
The phone rang and the book tumbled to the floor as he grabbed the receiver.
“Hello?”
“Frase, don’t say anything.”
“Ray, I’m—”
“Fraser! Ben. Don’t talk.” Ray’s voice deepened. Slowed.
Flowed over Fraser like warm honey.
He shivered.
“I’m gonna tell you what to do, and I want you to do it. No arguments, okay? And no, don’t answer that.”
Fraser closed his mouth. His swallow sounded loud in the stillness.
“Good.” Ray paused. When he continued, his voice was firm. “I meant what I said, Ben. You gotta slide out from behind the wheel sometimes. Now’s one of those times.”
He licked his lips. Could he do this?
He’d managed before, occasionally, reluctantly stepping back and allowing Ray to choose their path. It had cost him, though, intensifying his ever-present anxiety, seizing his muscles until he felt as rigid as a board.
The tightness that had gripped his chest an hour ago built until he could hardly draw breath. Battling against the bands of panic, he gasped.
“Benton, listen to me. Breathe. Nice and deep.”
He breathed. Deeply. The tightness slackened and his eyes fluttered closed.
“Okay, good. Great.”
The smile in Ray’s voice dissolved the remainder of his panic and he took another breath. Easy. Smooth.
“I want you to stand up.”
He stood.
“Now, take off your clothes. Yeah,” he said before Fraser could open his mouth, “I know you’re in the living room. Put down the phone and strip, and leave everything in a pile on the floor.”
Gently placing the phone on the coffee table, he shrugged off his shirt. His hands trembled as he pulled off his Henley and shucked his jeans, socks and, finally, shorts. The cool air raised goosebumps on his thighs, more than offset by the heat collecting in his groin.
When he picked up the phone again, his heart thudded so fast it was a wonder that Ray couldn’t hear it.
“You know how much I like seeing you naked?” Ray’s voice held a note of reverence that surprised him. An earthy chuckle followed. “Especially naked in our bed.”
Panic again fluttered low in his abdomen.
“Yeah, I said *our* bed, Ben,” Ray said harshly. “You want cold and lonely, go stand on an ice field. Cold and lonely don’t have any place with us.”
He bowed his head at Ray’s words. An acknowledgement of their truth. A prayer of thanks that Ray understood.
“So, go make the bed less cold.”
Fraser padded down the hall and into the bedroom, his erection firming with every step. His lips stretched in a wry smile at his Pavlovian response.
“Leave the door open.” Ray’s voice darkened, thickened. “Crawl onto the bed, on your stomach.”
The bed creaked as he clambered unsteadily to the center on two knees and one hand, the phone in the other. Lowering himself, his damp skin slid, caught, and slid again over the cotton quilt. The ache in his belly grew when his erection pressed against the mattress, and he angled his pelvis to increase the pressure.
“No cheating, Ben. I’m driving, remember? Stick a pillow under your hips and spread your legs.”
He shivered, lifting up to push a pillow under his stomach. Settling back, Fraser spread his legs. The cool air whispered over his back and thighs and between...
So exposed.
He squeezed his eyes shut and focused on the phone pressed to his ear.
A pause, and the soft slide of fabric. “I’m getting ready, Ben. I’m gonna do you hard, so hard you’ll feel me inside you for the next week.” But the words did not come from the phone in his hand.
His fingers loosened their grip on the receiver, and he pushed it away.
With a nod, he spread his thighs wider. A mute plea, the only kind he was capable of.
The thud of boots hitting the floor made his erection jerk and the pillow grew damp beneath him. He could feel Ray’s eyes searing his skin, and when Ray’s warm hands slid across his flesh, he shuddered, not relaxing, no, he couldn’t relax under such an assault, but he invited, accepted, encouraged.
Hands, mouth, and finally, finally, Ray’s cock entered him, sank into his body, deep, so deep. He raised his head with a gasp, fingers scrabbling on the quilt. Too much.
“Got you, Ben.” Ray’s hips stilled and he panted, his hands sliding over Fraser’s, pressing them into the mattress. “Not gonna spin out, not gonna crash. Enjoy the ride, okay?”
He lowered his forehead to the mattress. Ray’s warm fingers chafed his hands, Ray’s mouth breathed reassurances across his neck, Ray’s cock filled him.
The bed wasn’t cold or lonely. Their bed.
His lips moved, his voice barely audible. “You’re a good driver, Ray.”
With a grunt, Ray came. Fraser closed his eyes and followed.
eyrea, here are 822 words for the phone challenge. Hope they more-or-less meet your requested criteria, Susan! As usual, beta thanks go to kassrachel, whose promptness and attention to detail are invaluable.With a stifled sigh, Fraser rubbed his eyes and tucked the bookmark in place.
The phone rang and the book tumbled to the floor as he grabbed the receiver.
“Hello?”
“Frase, don’t say anything.”
“Ray, I’m—”
“Fraser! Ben. Don’t talk.” Ray’s voice deepened. Slowed.
Flowed over Fraser like warm honey.
He shivered.
“I’m gonna tell you what to do, and I want you to do it. No arguments, okay? And no, don’t answer that.”
Fraser closed his mouth. His swallow sounded loud in the stillness.
“Good.” Ray paused. When he continued, his voice was firm. “I meant what I said, Ben. You gotta slide out from behind the wheel sometimes. Now’s one of those times.”
He licked his lips. Could he do this?
He’d managed before, occasionally, reluctantly stepping back and allowing Ray to choose their path. It had cost him, though, intensifying his ever-present anxiety, seizing his muscles until he felt as rigid as a board.
The tightness that had gripped his chest an hour ago built until he could hardly draw breath. Battling against the bands of panic, he gasped.
“Benton, listen to me. Breathe. Nice and deep.”
He breathed. Deeply. The tightness slackened and his eyes fluttered closed.
“Okay, good. Great.”
The smile in Ray’s voice dissolved the remainder of his panic and he took another breath. Easy. Smooth.
“I want you to stand up.”
He stood.
“Now, take off your clothes. Yeah,” he said before Fraser could open his mouth, “I know you’re in the living room. Put down the phone and strip, and leave everything in a pile on the floor.”
Gently placing the phone on the coffee table, he shrugged off his shirt. His hands trembled as he pulled off his Henley and shucked his jeans, socks and, finally, shorts. The cool air raised goosebumps on his thighs, more than offset by the heat collecting in his groin.
When he picked up the phone again, his heart thudded so fast it was a wonder that Ray couldn’t hear it.
“You know how much I like seeing you naked?” Ray’s voice held a note of reverence that surprised him. An earthy chuckle followed. “Especially naked in our bed.”
Panic again fluttered low in his abdomen.
“Yeah, I said *our* bed, Ben,” Ray said harshly. “You want cold and lonely, go stand on an ice field. Cold and lonely don’t have any place with us.”
He bowed his head at Ray’s words. An acknowledgement of their truth. A prayer of thanks that Ray understood.
“So, go make the bed less cold.”
Fraser padded down the hall and into the bedroom, his erection firming with every step. His lips stretched in a wry smile at his Pavlovian response.
“Leave the door open.” Ray’s voice darkened, thickened. “Crawl onto the bed, on your stomach.”
The bed creaked as he clambered unsteadily to the center on two knees and one hand, the phone in the other. Lowering himself, his damp skin slid, caught, and slid again over the cotton quilt. The ache in his belly grew when his erection pressed against the mattress, and he angled his pelvis to increase the pressure.
“No cheating, Ben. I’m driving, remember? Stick a pillow under your hips and spread your legs.”
He shivered, lifting up to push a pillow under his stomach. Settling back, Fraser spread his legs. The cool air whispered over his back and thighs and between...
So exposed.
He squeezed his eyes shut and focused on the phone pressed to his ear.
A pause, and the soft slide of fabric. “I’m getting ready, Ben. I’m gonna do you hard, so hard you’ll feel me inside you for the next week.” But the words did not come from the phone in his hand.
His fingers loosened their grip on the receiver, and he pushed it away.
With a nod, he spread his thighs wider. A mute plea, the only kind he was capable of.
The thud of boots hitting the floor made his erection jerk and the pillow grew damp beneath him. He could feel Ray’s eyes searing his skin, and when Ray’s warm hands slid across his flesh, he shuddered, not relaxing, no, he couldn’t relax under such an assault, but he invited, accepted, encouraged.
Hands, mouth, and finally, finally, Ray’s cock entered him, sank into his body, deep, so deep. He raised his head with a gasp, fingers scrabbling on the quilt. Too much.
“Got you, Ben.” Ray’s hips stilled and he panted, his hands sliding over Fraser’s, pressing them into the mattress. “Not gonna spin out, not gonna crash. Enjoy the ride, okay?”
He lowered his forehead to the mattress. Ray’s warm fingers chafed his hands, Ray’s mouth breathed reassurances across his neck, Ray’s cock filled him.
The bed wasn’t cold or lonely. Their bed.
His lips moved, his voice barely audible. “You’re a good driver, Ray.”
With a grunt, Ray came. Fraser closed his eyes and followed.
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Date: 2003-06-05 05:42 pm (UTC)Yeah, I really think so. And bless Ray for being able to *see* the real Fraser-behind-the-curtain. And to
nail him to the mattresstake charge.I wasn't sure about the ending, but I'm pleased that it worked for you.