Rather than ANOTHER rant I though hey, write a fic. And thus.....
Title: Just Once
Pairing: RayK/Fraser
Rating: NC17
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Mention of “Seeing is Believing
Summary: Ray finally get his ‘just once…:
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Ray pushed his heels into the floor, arching up as he tried to coax his lover between his thighs, the sharp movement causing his cock to kiss into his belly, leaving a glistening trail in its wake.
Never one to disobey so blatant an order, Fraser shuffled forward until he was within reach of the desperate hands, drawing them to his chest and sighing in pleasure as elegant fingers caressed his flesh and short nails raked trails across pale skin.
"Frase…" Ray was so pretty when he purred, voice as wanton as his body. A rough palm glided down Fraser's arm to guide the Mountie's hand to his own erection, urging a vicious pace.
"That's it baby." Ray breathed, eyes riveted to the sight of the purpled head thrusting between the shaking fingers, his whole body aching for whatever Fraser was willing to give him.
"Yeah, baby, rack that bad boy and cover me."
With a strangled gasp, Fraser did just that, the first ribbon of semen painting across Ray's chest before the near-senseless cop was able to thread his finger's through his lover's and direct the other man's release to bathe his own groin in warm possession.
As Fraser collapsed, his elbows cracking on the hard floor, his softening cock nestled against Ray's and that, combined with a single stuttering thrust, was enough and Ray howled his completion, laying sucking kisses over any flesh he could reach.
"Ray?" Fraser's voice was loud in the aftermath.
"Yeah?"
"Never get contacts."
And then yes, there is more ranting, but I have cunningly concealed it *is cunning-oh yes*
Ive had a SHIT two weeks. Car broke down, £141 pounds to fix, friend of 12 years died, unable to fix that. Went to funeral, and wake, got very upset and emotional, got home and some BASTARD MOTHERFUCKING WANKER OF A TWATING PILLOCK (ive acutally run out of words now) drove into the back of my car. Now yes yes I wasnt in it at the time but now its a claim on my insurance 18 days before I would have had 4 years protected no claims benefit and its gonna cost £1200 to fix which means the insurance company is gonna wanna scrap it cos itll cost to much to fix but theres NOTHING wrong with it, just the backs a tad buckled in and the back door no longer works. I can live with that. I hate this society where people wanna throw away something thats perfectly fine. UGH UGH UGH. Ok working self up into tears again, so gonna stop (i hear the collective sigh of relief). To cheer myself up I want and stared at Mr Starbucks today. Him bending over to reach things (alot) did help my mood somewhat. See I made the mistake of talking to him the other day, and now I cant talk to him again for reasons unknown to me, so its just really awkward now. But, still pretty when he bends and flexes and bends and OH DEAR GOD IM GOING TO BE ARRESTED. Oh well.....
Pairing: RayK/Fraser
Rating: NC17
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Mention of “Seeing is Believing
Summary: Ray finally get his ‘just once…:
Beta-ed by the ever lovely ultra-chrome
Ray pushed his heels into the floor, arching up as he tried to coax his lover between his thighs, the sharp movement causing his cock to kiss into his belly, leaving a glistening trail in its wake.
Never one to disobey so blatant an order, Fraser shuffled forward until he was within reach of the desperate hands, drawing them to his chest and sighing in pleasure as elegant fingers caressed his flesh and short nails raked trails across pale skin.
"Frase…" Ray was so pretty when he purred, voice as wanton as his body. A rough palm glided down Fraser's arm to guide the Mountie's hand to his own erection, urging a vicious pace.
"That's it baby." Ray breathed, eyes riveted to the sight of the purpled head thrusting between the shaking fingers, his whole body aching for whatever Fraser was willing to give him.
"Yeah, baby, rack that bad boy and cover me."
With a strangled gasp, Fraser did just that, the first ribbon of semen painting across Ray's chest before the near-senseless cop was able to thread his finger's through his lover's and direct the other man's release to bathe his own groin in warm possession.
As Fraser collapsed, his elbows cracking on the hard floor, his softening cock nestled against Ray's and that, combined with a single stuttering thrust, was enough and Ray howled his completion, laying sucking kisses over any flesh he could reach.
"Ray?" Fraser's voice was loud in the aftermath.
"Yeah?"
"Never get contacts."
And then yes, there is more ranting, but I have cunningly concealed it *is cunning-oh yes*
Ive had a SHIT two weeks. Car broke down, £141 pounds to fix, friend of 12 years died, unable to fix that. Went to funeral, and wake, got very upset and emotional, got home and some BASTARD MOTHERFUCKING WANKER OF A TWATING PILLOCK (ive acutally run out of words now) drove into the back of my car. Now yes yes I wasnt in it at the time but now its a claim on my insurance 18 days before I would have had 4 years protected no claims benefit and its gonna cost £1200 to fix which means the insurance company is gonna wanna scrap it cos itll cost to much to fix but theres NOTHING wrong with it, just the backs a tad buckled in and the back door no longer works. I can live with that. I hate this society where people wanna throw away something thats perfectly fine. UGH UGH UGH. Ok working self up into tears again, so gonna stop (i hear the collective sigh of relief). To cheer myself up I want and stared at Mr Starbucks today. Him bending over to reach things (alot) did help my mood somewhat. See I made the mistake of talking to him the other day, and now I cant talk to him again for reasons unknown to me, so its just really awkward now. But, still pretty when he bends and flexes and bends and OH DEAR GOD IM GOING TO BE ARRESTED. Oh well.....