Prompt 01 - Last Thought
It's April 1st here! Does that mean I get to post the inaugral fic? It's Fraser/Kowalski, PG-ish. I'm afraid I failed at making it actually about last thoughts, but it does have April Fools Day.
“Ray!" Fraser smiled at him as he opened the door. "Happy April Fools!”
Ray stared blankly at him.
“Fraser. No. You don’t tell people it’s April Fool’s. The point is to play a prank on them. You’re meant to be sneaky. How can you do that if you’ve just put them on their guard?”
“Actually, Ray…”
This was so exactly what Ray had known Fraser was going to say that he had to lean his forehead against the kitchen table to resist punching him.
“…the festival of April 1st was traditionally celebrated as the beginning of the new year. Ancient communities felt that spring was a much more fitting time to celebrate the birth of new life.”
Ray risked a glance through his fingers, but it appeared Fraser wasn’t finished.
“In fact, the Inuit have a fascinating number of rituals associated with the start of spring. Mostly connected with, ah, fertility.”
Ok, that made Ray look up. Fraser had turned the colour of his uniform, but he was still going.
“They have several traditional, well, ‘performances’ would be the word for it, I suppose, not that there is an audience as such. Although, I remember in spring 1982 one couple did in fact do this out of doors, and several passing hunters thought they were in trouble and phoned the RCMP to help. Catching them in flagrante delicto was quite, um…”
“Fraser.” If Ray doesn’t say something now he could be listening to a story about infa-whatever for hours. “Get to the point.”
“Ah. Yes. Well, the partners have to wear this.” Fraser reaches into the paper bag he's carrying and pulls something that looks like a dead otter out of it. “Around the waist. I think we can dispense with the raven feathers in the hair, since I don’t really have time to catch any and ravens tend not to like being plucked. It needs to be a little colder than this, but perhaps we could open a few windows. The mating dance is really very simple, and mostly involves waving your hands in the air, something you do on a regular basis anyway.”
“Something I do?” Fraser brought the stuff. Fraser wants to open the windows. Fraser wants Ray to take part.
“No! You seriously want me to-? No, no way Fraser, I am not dancing around wearing furry dead things before we fuck, not even for you! I can’t believe you even suggested-”
Wait a minute. Ray stops and looks at Fraser properly. At the twinkle in his eye, the little twitch at the corner of his mouth. The blush, which Ray thought was embarrassment, but he realises now is because Fraser is trying not to laugh.
“You bastard! You sneaky, lying Canadian bastard! You’re yanking my chain!”
“Well Ray, it is April Fools.”
Ray has no response to that except to jump him.
* * * * *
Ray’s last words that night are mumbled into Fraser’s neck as they lie tangled together, sticky and sated. “You’re a freak, Fraser.”
Fraser’s last thought, as he drifts off to sleep, is that he needs to show Ray that fur can really be quite pleasurable…
ETA: My prompt table. Yeah. Sorry.
“Ray!" Fraser smiled at him as he opened the door. "Happy April Fools!”
Ray stared blankly at him.
“Fraser. No. You don’t tell people it’s April Fool’s. The point is to play a prank on them. You’re meant to be sneaky. How can you do that if you’ve just put them on their guard?”
“Actually, Ray…”
This was so exactly what Ray had known Fraser was going to say that he had to lean his forehead against the kitchen table to resist punching him.
“…the festival of April 1st was traditionally celebrated as the beginning of the new year. Ancient communities felt that spring was a much more fitting time to celebrate the birth of new life.”
Ray risked a glance through his fingers, but it appeared Fraser wasn’t finished.
“In fact, the Inuit have a fascinating number of rituals associated with the start of spring. Mostly connected with, ah, fertility.”
Ok, that made Ray look up. Fraser had turned the colour of his uniform, but he was still going.
“They have several traditional, well, ‘performances’ would be the word for it, I suppose, not that there is an audience as such. Although, I remember in spring 1982 one couple did in fact do this out of doors, and several passing hunters thought they were in trouble and phoned the RCMP to help. Catching them in flagrante delicto was quite, um…”
“Fraser.” If Ray doesn’t say something now he could be listening to a story about infa-whatever for hours. “Get to the point.”
“Ah. Yes. Well, the partners have to wear this.” Fraser reaches into the paper bag he's carrying and pulls something that looks like a dead otter out of it. “Around the waist. I think we can dispense with the raven feathers in the hair, since I don’t really have time to catch any and ravens tend not to like being plucked. It needs to be a little colder than this, but perhaps we could open a few windows. The mating dance is really very simple, and mostly involves waving your hands in the air, something you do on a regular basis anyway.”
“Something I do?” Fraser brought the stuff. Fraser wants to open the windows. Fraser wants Ray to take part.
“No! You seriously want me to-? No, no way Fraser, I am not dancing around wearing furry dead things before we fuck, not even for you! I can’t believe you even suggested-”
Wait a minute. Ray stops and looks at Fraser properly. At the twinkle in his eye, the little twitch at the corner of his mouth. The blush, which Ray thought was embarrassment, but he realises now is because Fraser is trying not to laugh.
“You bastard! You sneaky, lying Canadian bastard! You’re yanking my chain!”
“Well Ray, it is April Fools.”
Ray has no response to that except to jump him.
* * * * *
Ray’s last words that night are mumbled into Fraser’s neck as they lie tangled together, sticky and sated. “You’re a freak, Fraser.”
Fraser’s last thought, as he drifts off to sleep, is that he needs to show Ray that fur can really be quite pleasurable…
ETA: My prompt table. Yeah. Sorry.