Due South Fic for getfraserlaid
Written for the getfraserlaid com.
Title - By Any Other Name
Pairing - Fraser/Vecchio, Fraser/Steve
Rating - NC-17
Notes - Roughly 3,500 words, set during “North”. Many, many thanks to Slidellra for a wonderful beta job. Any remaining mistakes are all mine ^_^
Prompt - 87. Fraser/Vecchio - During North. It gets cold in the forest at night, Fraser is hallucinating, there is only one blanket and the fire went out. Ray ends up sharing a blanket with Fraser. Fraser, thinking Ray is Steve, gropes Ray.
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The fire was burning low and no amount of poking it with a stick seemed to help. In fact, there had been a terrible, heart stopping moment when he thought he had killed the last embers completely, but he’d grabbed a bunch of dried leaves and small, dry, sticks and got down on his knees praying as he blew at the smouldering heap. He had no idea what he was doing, but either the silent prayers or the blowing had worked and an amber glow had slowly consumed the leaves, rekindling the fire. He didn’t try poking it again.
Which left him with a sleeping wolf warming his toes, a concussed Mountie mumbling gibberish at his side, and his thoughts. And there were only three things he could think about right now:
1) How did wild animals cope with being out in the wild when the night got so cold and they had less talent for making fires than him? The bundle of snoring slipper on his feet instantly answered this question - they huddled together and kept each other warm. It was an answer that he would like to dwell on, specifically huddling that involved Benny, but the other two thoughts kept interrupting.
2) He’d eaten insects for dinner. They were neither filling nor tasty, and he could swear they were still wriggling in his stomach. But Benny had vowed that they were more nutritious than anything a hotdog vendor could offer, (no shit, even he knew that sidewalk hotdogs had the nutritional value of cardboard), and he would have walked off a cliff to follow Benny, (as long as he wasn’t blind at the time), so if Benny wanted to eat creepy crawlies, he’d just jump right in there with him.
3) Benny. At this stage in the thought process, he would try to swing his thoughts back around to the first point, because he didn’t like dwelling on the situation his friend was in right now and how powerless he felt to help him.
Ray hugged his arms around himself and ran his hands briskly over the material covering his biceps. The fire was dying rapidly now, the orange glow pulsing like it was fighting to stay lit, but it was a losing battle against the darkness and the icy chill that seemed to just sit in the air and burrow through his clothes to reach his skin.
Benny mumbled something next to him and shifted jerkily in his sleep. The thought that he might not make it niggled at Ray’s mind once again. It scared him because he needed the blind Mountie to get back to civilisation, but even more than that it scared him because Benny. Might. Die.
He’d said he would wake him every couple of hours, and Benny had agreed that would be a good idea, but the man wasn’t talking much sense right now, maybe it would be better to let him sleep. Besides, he had no idea how much time had passed, he hadn’t thought to check his watch until quite some time after Benny had fallen into his fitful slumber, and now it was too dark to tell the time anyway. But there was no way he could get the rest he needed all hunched over in the airplane chair they’d pulled out of the wreckage. The fire would be out soon and those wild animals had a good point about sharing body heat.
Stiffly, Ray stood up, carefully removing his feet out from under the wolf. Dief grumbled a little and raised his head; he gave Ray a sleepy eyed appraisal and then lowered his head back to his paws and flicked his tail around to cover his muzzle.
Shuffling away from the fire, Ray became increasingly aware of just how harsh the night could be. He could hear the wind pulling at the branches in the trees above him. His eyes adjusted to the dark slowly after staring into the flames for so long; the side of the plane would make some kind of shelter from the wind and anything else the weather decided to throw at them. He ducked under the dark shape of the aircraft carriage and stumbled against something soft and squishy. Hesitantly, he bent down only to jerk away again at the coarse warmth beneath his fingertips.
When nothing tried to bite or scratch him he laughed humourlessly at himself and forced himself repeat the action. It was only padding, torn out from the seats in the aircraft. He crouched down, and tugged it out further, so that it was no longer amongst the mangled metal, but more in the sheltered clearing.
Carefully, he stood, dipping his stance so that he didn’t whack his head on the overhanging metal of the wreckage, the last thing they needed was for him to jolt a part of his brain he actually needed and end up blind as well. Turning back around, he realised that the fire had finally died, so that he didn’t even have the dim light that it had cast anymore. Benny was still hunched over in his seat and as Ray carefully picked his way back to the campfire area, he could hear him muttering an urgent stream of nonsense into the pitch-black forest air. He placed a hand on Benny’s shoulder and felt him shivering through the blanket. Well, that decided it then.
“Benny,” he shook his friend gently and whispered close to his ear. When he got no response, he tried again, this time a little louder. “Benny, buddy. You have to wake up now.”
Fraser “hrrumpth”ed and jerked awake.
“It’s ok,” Ray leaned in closer, sliding around the side of the chair, so that his face was centimeters away from Ben’s. He didn’t want to have to deal with a sleepy Mountie who couldn’t figure out why he couldn’t see, if he could help it. He moved his hands so that one rested on the small of Benny’s back, his other sliding beneath the blanket to rest on his chest. He could feel the quickening of the heartbeat beneath his fingers.
“Steve?” Ben’s voice seemed so small, it hurt Ray to hear it.
“It’s Ray. It’s ok. The fire’s gone out and you’re going to freeze to death if you stay here. We’re just going to move to a more sheltered, comfortable spot, and I’m not going to leave your side all night, ok? Everything will be much better come morning.”
He really wanted to believe his own promise, that everything would be better in the light of day, but he had a sinking feeling that in fact everything would be much worse once the harsh sun cast its light on the world.
Fraser stood with his help and allowed himself to be guided towards the crashed airplane. He stumbled several times and clung to Ray to keep his balance. Ray told himself it was just because Benny was still half asleep, it wasn’t that he was getting worse.
Fraser lay down easily once they were beneath the shelter. Ray busied himself with spreading the blanket over him, and then climbed in by his friend’s side. He couldn’t hold back the sigh that escaped his lips at the feeling of something remotely resembling a bed beneath him; his body suddenly ached and the act of giving it some much needed rest felt good. His limbs felt heavy and he could feel himself drifting off the second his head touched the wad of padding. Hesitantly, he draped an arm over his friend’s body and scooted a little closer. This was out of necessity - Benny was still shivering, they needed to keep each other warm. But, there was no reason why he couldn’t remember this fondly and perhaps expand on the idea, once he was safely home alone in his own bed.
He fell asleep imagining fine cotton sheets and the smell of Ma’s cooking.
***
“Steve. Steve. Steve!” It was Benny’s voice, and it sounded urgent, but he wasn’t talking to him, so Ray screwed his eyes up and willed himself to go back to sleep. “Steve! Please! Please wake up, I can’t see!”
A heavy weight suddenly fell on Ray’s chest, making him exhale with a sharp exclamation. He opened his eyes. Then, when he was greeted by thick black nothingness, he tried to open them again. On the third attempt to open his eyes, he noticed a vague shape moving in front of him, and it all came back. It was the middle of the night, the kind of middle of the night that didn’t happen in civilised society, the kind of middle of the night that was so devoid of light that you might just think that you’d gone blind…
The weight on his chest was moving, clinging, climbing up him. Another shadowed shape flittered across his vision and he had a moment to marvel that his eyesight was already adjusting to the darkness, which was becoming less black, more fuzzy grey, when something dropped on his face.
He yelped this time.
“Steve? Are you awake?” The thing on his face felt its way over his cheekbone and nose and Ray realised that it was in fact a hand.
“I’m Ray, and I’m awake now, Benny. Are you ok?”
“I can’t see….”
“It’s very dark.”
“Oh.”
It wasn’t exactly a lie. Now didn’t seem like the best time to be explaining that the reason his friend couldn’t see was that he was blind.
Benny’s hand was still on his face, its palm curled around to cradle his cheek, the ball of his thumb making minute sweeps back on forth just below his eye socket. It was nice; it made up for the Not Telling the Truth to the Mountie thing, made the heavy knowledge that if Benny didn’t remember on his own, he would have to break it to him in the morning, feel less of a lead weight in his gut.
“I thought I was six again. I thought I was all alone in the darkness, and I couldn’t find my father,” Ben’s voice was sleep-gravely.
“I’m here,” Ray said simply.
“Don’t leave me alone in the dark, Steve.”
Ray let it go this time. “I won’t.”
There was silence. Above them, leaves rustled softly in the trees. A pair of owls called to each other. Benny’s thumb continued to brush over Ray’s cheek in little arcs, the pace of each sweep steadily increasing. A pause, so fractionally brief that Ray barely registered it. Then Benny was shifting, his elbow digging awkwardly into the top of Ray’s chest as he clumsily leant on him, all the time continuing to caress his cheek as if maintaining contact was of high priority.
Then the pain was relieved, and replaced by the weight of Fraser settling on top of him.
“Benny….” Ray wasn’t sure if it was a warning, an exclamation, or a question. He could see the outline of Benny’s head, the white bandage a pale smear across the top of the dark shape. The Mountie’s other hand came up and trailed down the opposite side of his face, fingertips searching out his mouth, tracing the shape of his lips as if to pinpoint their exact position. And then it was like he had his eyes closed again, -perhaps he had- because the outline of his friend’s head filled his vision with pitch darkness and gentle questing lips sought out his.
For a moment he went along with it, mouthing at Benny hungrily, making small noises in the back of his throat that he had forgotten he could make. His hands rose to stroke along the body of the man on top of him, but they encountered the coarse material of his jacket and he remembered where he was and what he was doing. He gripped the tops of Ben’s arms and jerked him backwards to break the kiss.
“Fraser!” He knew that one was a warning - a Get Off Me Now! warning.
“Mmmm… Steve….” Benny ducked his head and purred against Ray’s mouth. Saying another man’s name: It would have been funny if the situation weren’t So Not Funny. Ray opened his mouth to interrupt him and put an end to this, but Benny nipped at his lip, which didn’t do much to help his train of thought, and then continued to talk, his lips brushing over Ray’s, “Just once more? I’ve missed you…”
Fingertips were butterflying all over Ray’s face, seeing what Fraser could not. Splayed fingers began on either side of the bridge of his nose, resting in intervals down his nose and across his cheeks, and then the hands mirrored each other’s movements by falling down opposite slopes of his nose, as if Benny was carefully smoothing the last touches onto a clay bust. They ran over the contours of his cheeks, behind his jaw, and slid beneath his chin, joining together to slip down his neck.
Ray’s grip on Ben loosened, his hands finding their way into his hair instead.
One hand skittered carefully back over Ray’s face, it rediscovered the bridge of his nose, and Ben moved himself up slightly to drop a small kiss where his fingers had just been.
“Do you recall the last time we went camping?” The question was punctuated by more carefully questing fingers, and then a kiss at the corner of his eye. Ray could feel his eyelashes bend against Benny’s mouth as his eyelids fluttered shut and then open again.
“We’ve never been camping before, Benny.”
“Of course we have! Many times!” Benny nuzzled his face alongside Ray’s and whispered into his ear, “Do you remember what you did? I need to repay the favour.”
Ray gasped. He wanted to ask exactly what this Steve had done for Benny, because there was no way, no how, this was going to continue long enough for Ray figure it out through a “repayment” owed to another man.
Then Benny took his earlobe between his teeth and made a small humming noise that rumbled through Ray’s body. He had to stop this now. Now. A hot, wet tongue licked around the shell of his ear. For the love of God! Stop him now!
“Aaaahhh….” That didn’t sound much like “Please Benny, you’re delirious and I’m not Steve, please stop” to Ray’s ears, but it was all he could manage to say.
Fingers again, locating his mouth, slipping past his lips into the cavern of his mouth. It was so easy to just taste his salty skin, to trace his tongue over the pads where he would find fingerprints, each one unique, just like Benny. Then, the fingers slid from his mouth and were traded for lips that kissed deeper and harder than before, tongue replacing fingers, tangling with his own in his mouth.
And then Benny was shimmying down his body, hands rubbing and grabbing at the material of his clothes, feeling out the shape of his body beneath. Ray let out a short, sharp grunt when a hand settled over his erection, pressing and squeezing, mapping out his hard cock through his trousers. Benny rubbed his cheek against Ray’s thigh; he could hear him taking a deep breath, inhaling the musk of his arousal.
The delicious pressure was lifted and teasing fingertips sought the fly of his trousers, fumbling to blindly undo the button and then drag down the zipper. Benny wasted no time in pulling out Ray’s cock and seemed to have no trouble fitting his mouth over the head. Ray cried out, his whole body tensing at the hot, wet, warmth enveloping him, his hands fisting up tightly against the solid ground.
That tongue again, that had so recently been teasing his own tongue, swirled around the head of his cock and then flattened against the underside, hot and undulating against his sensitive flesh as Benny swallowed him down. Hands gripped his thighs tightly, which was just as well, because otherwise he would have bucked his hips up in response.
He was going to Hell. He was taking advantage of a blind, disoriented Mountie, who thought he was someone else. He had to be going to Hell for that. More so, he was taking advantage of his friend, of Benny. There was probably a circle of Hell especially reserved for him.
Ray propped himself up on his elbows and peered down into the gloom. He could just make out the top of Ben’s head as it moved rhythmically over his groin. He could certainly feel it; it made his head swim with the sensation of the hot channel of his throat engulfing him. He almost lost his willpower and sank back down to the ground. He took a deep breath to steady himself. The words were on his lips - please Benny, please stop - when his cock slid from between Benny’s lips, so that it fell against the harsh material covering his stomach, cold night air icy against the taut, spit-slick flesh.
“Please Benny, please…” Ray moaned, only half aware that he didn’t finish what he had intended to say.
A hand slid up from his thigh, grasped his cock at the base and guided it back upright so that it rested against lips that Ray could swear felt like they were smiling. A tongue flickered against the slit and Ray let out a choked sound, his arms gave way and writhed against the floor. It didn’t stop, the tongue continued to dance frantically against his sensitive skin, barely making contact, simultaneously being not enough and far, far too much. Ray’s breathing became short, sharp, pants as he made “Ahhhh… Ahh!…” sounds into the night. Ben’s searing breath ghosted over the head of his cock in measured gusts.
And then without warning, Benny swallowed him back down, the heat of his mouth blistering. The hand holding him began to pump as he sucked and Ray came with a deep cry that seemed to echo around them.
Benny once again fumbled as he tucked Ray back in, and he seemed to think it was safer not to try and fasten the trousers back up when he couldn’t see what he was doing. He climbed back up Ray’s body, his hands feeling over Ray’s chest and neck, finding his face as Benny pulled himself up, caressing Ray’s cheek as he settled back alongside, still half draped over him. Ben hand slid back down to softly locate Ray’s lips and Ray knew what was coming next and lifted his head to greet Benny’s mouth with his own. Benny’s mouth was sharp and salty, and while it wasn’t the first time he had tasted himself, the taste within this mouth seemed alien and exciting, and scary. He took his time over the kiss, wanting to be passionate and gentle, to show Benny how much he appreciated what he had done.
As Benny shifted and leaned against him more, Ray suddenly became aware of the hardness digging into his hip. He realised there was only one way to show his appreciation. He lowered his hand, quickly unfastening the fly, and reached inside to pull out Ben’s straining erection. It was slick with precome and Ray found it strange to have someone else’s, Benny’s, dick in his hand. The thought sent strange shivers through Ray’s body and he responded to the sensation by weaving his free hand into his friend’s hair and holding Benny against him as he kissed him harder, sliding his tongue into Benny’s mouth. Benny groaned, the sound rumbling through Ray’s body, chasing the shivers, and Ray began to pump hard.
Benny twisted his head in his grasp, his lips skimming over Ray’s. Ray loosened his grip on his hair and allowed Benny to mouth and lick across his cheek, until his head was nuzzled against the hollow between his shoulder and neck, head turned in so that his breath gusted hotly against his ear.
“Oh! Yes! God, yes,” Benny clung to him tightly, whispering and gasping hoarsely, his lips moving against his earlobe, “yes, Steve, make me come!”
It still wasn’t funny, and now Ray wished it were his name that Benny was saying. He missed a stroke at the sound of the other man’s name, but Benny let out a desperate breathy whine at the pause and he quickly picked up the pace again, shifting slightly so that he could kiss Benny’s neck.
Thankfully, Ben didn’t say the name again, as the only noises he made became a mess of incoherent sounds and gasps. His breath hitched, his fingers dug into Ray’s shoulders, he froze, and then he came with a drawn out moan, wet heat pulsing over Ray’s hand.
Ray tucked him back in as well as he could with Benny draped bonelessly over him. He groped for the blanket, used it to wipe off his hand and pulled it over them both. Benny wasn’t shivering anymore, at least. He hugged the man to him and let his eyes drift shut.
“Goodnight, Benny.”
There was a pause, Fraser shifted a little, then settled back against him, burrowed into the crook of his neck.
“Goodnight, Ray.”
***END***
Title - By Any Other Name
Pairing - Fraser/Vecchio, Fraser/Steve
Rating - NC-17
Notes - Roughly 3,500 words, set during “North”. Many, many thanks to Slidellra for a wonderful beta job. Any remaining mistakes are all mine ^_^
Prompt - 87. Fraser/Vecchio - During North. It gets cold in the forest at night, Fraser is hallucinating, there is only one blanket and the fire went out. Ray ends up sharing a blanket with Fraser. Fraser, thinking Ray is Steve, gropes Ray.
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The fire was burning low and no amount of poking it with a stick seemed to help. In fact, there had been a terrible, heart stopping moment when he thought he had killed the last embers completely, but he’d grabbed a bunch of dried leaves and small, dry, sticks and got down on his knees praying as he blew at the smouldering heap. He had no idea what he was doing, but either the silent prayers or the blowing had worked and an amber glow had slowly consumed the leaves, rekindling the fire. He didn’t try poking it again.
Which left him with a sleeping wolf warming his toes, a concussed Mountie mumbling gibberish at his side, and his thoughts. And there were only three things he could think about right now:
1) How did wild animals cope with being out in the wild when the night got so cold and they had less talent for making fires than him? The bundle of snoring slipper on his feet instantly answered this question - they huddled together and kept each other warm. It was an answer that he would like to dwell on, specifically huddling that involved Benny, but the other two thoughts kept interrupting.
2) He’d eaten insects for dinner. They were neither filling nor tasty, and he could swear they were still wriggling in his stomach. But Benny had vowed that they were more nutritious than anything a hotdog vendor could offer, (no shit, even he knew that sidewalk hotdogs had the nutritional value of cardboard), and he would have walked off a cliff to follow Benny, (as long as he wasn’t blind at the time), so if Benny wanted to eat creepy crawlies, he’d just jump right in there with him.
3) Benny. At this stage in the thought process, he would try to swing his thoughts back around to the first point, because he didn’t like dwelling on the situation his friend was in right now and how powerless he felt to help him.
Ray hugged his arms around himself and ran his hands briskly over the material covering his biceps. The fire was dying rapidly now, the orange glow pulsing like it was fighting to stay lit, but it was a losing battle against the darkness and the icy chill that seemed to just sit in the air and burrow through his clothes to reach his skin.
Benny mumbled something next to him and shifted jerkily in his sleep. The thought that he might not make it niggled at Ray’s mind once again. It scared him because he needed the blind Mountie to get back to civilisation, but even more than that it scared him because Benny. Might. Die.
He’d said he would wake him every couple of hours, and Benny had agreed that would be a good idea, but the man wasn’t talking much sense right now, maybe it would be better to let him sleep. Besides, he had no idea how much time had passed, he hadn’t thought to check his watch until quite some time after Benny had fallen into his fitful slumber, and now it was too dark to tell the time anyway. But there was no way he could get the rest he needed all hunched over in the airplane chair they’d pulled out of the wreckage. The fire would be out soon and those wild animals had a good point about sharing body heat.
Stiffly, Ray stood up, carefully removing his feet out from under the wolf. Dief grumbled a little and raised his head; he gave Ray a sleepy eyed appraisal and then lowered his head back to his paws and flicked his tail around to cover his muzzle.
Shuffling away from the fire, Ray became increasingly aware of just how harsh the night could be. He could hear the wind pulling at the branches in the trees above him. His eyes adjusted to the dark slowly after staring into the flames for so long; the side of the plane would make some kind of shelter from the wind and anything else the weather decided to throw at them. He ducked under the dark shape of the aircraft carriage and stumbled against something soft and squishy. Hesitantly, he bent down only to jerk away again at the coarse warmth beneath his fingertips.
When nothing tried to bite or scratch him he laughed humourlessly at himself and forced himself repeat the action. It was only padding, torn out from the seats in the aircraft. He crouched down, and tugged it out further, so that it was no longer amongst the mangled metal, but more in the sheltered clearing.
Carefully, he stood, dipping his stance so that he didn’t whack his head on the overhanging metal of the wreckage, the last thing they needed was for him to jolt a part of his brain he actually needed and end up blind as well. Turning back around, he realised that the fire had finally died, so that he didn’t even have the dim light that it had cast anymore. Benny was still hunched over in his seat and as Ray carefully picked his way back to the campfire area, he could hear him muttering an urgent stream of nonsense into the pitch-black forest air. He placed a hand on Benny’s shoulder and felt him shivering through the blanket. Well, that decided it then.
“Benny,” he shook his friend gently and whispered close to his ear. When he got no response, he tried again, this time a little louder. “Benny, buddy. You have to wake up now.”
Fraser “hrrumpth”ed and jerked awake.
“It’s ok,” Ray leaned in closer, sliding around the side of the chair, so that his face was centimeters away from Ben’s. He didn’t want to have to deal with a sleepy Mountie who couldn’t figure out why he couldn’t see, if he could help it. He moved his hands so that one rested on the small of Benny’s back, his other sliding beneath the blanket to rest on his chest. He could feel the quickening of the heartbeat beneath his fingers.
“Steve?” Ben’s voice seemed so small, it hurt Ray to hear it.
“It’s Ray. It’s ok. The fire’s gone out and you’re going to freeze to death if you stay here. We’re just going to move to a more sheltered, comfortable spot, and I’m not going to leave your side all night, ok? Everything will be much better come morning.”
He really wanted to believe his own promise, that everything would be better in the light of day, but he had a sinking feeling that in fact everything would be much worse once the harsh sun cast its light on the world.
Fraser stood with his help and allowed himself to be guided towards the crashed airplane. He stumbled several times and clung to Ray to keep his balance. Ray told himself it was just because Benny was still half asleep, it wasn’t that he was getting worse.
Fraser lay down easily once they were beneath the shelter. Ray busied himself with spreading the blanket over him, and then climbed in by his friend’s side. He couldn’t hold back the sigh that escaped his lips at the feeling of something remotely resembling a bed beneath him; his body suddenly ached and the act of giving it some much needed rest felt good. His limbs felt heavy and he could feel himself drifting off the second his head touched the wad of padding. Hesitantly, he draped an arm over his friend’s body and scooted a little closer. This was out of necessity - Benny was still shivering, they needed to keep each other warm. But, there was no reason why he couldn’t remember this fondly and perhaps expand on the idea, once he was safely home alone in his own bed.
He fell asleep imagining fine cotton sheets and the smell of Ma’s cooking.
***
“Steve. Steve. Steve!” It was Benny’s voice, and it sounded urgent, but he wasn’t talking to him, so Ray screwed his eyes up and willed himself to go back to sleep. “Steve! Please! Please wake up, I can’t see!”
A heavy weight suddenly fell on Ray’s chest, making him exhale with a sharp exclamation. He opened his eyes. Then, when he was greeted by thick black nothingness, he tried to open them again. On the third attempt to open his eyes, he noticed a vague shape moving in front of him, and it all came back. It was the middle of the night, the kind of middle of the night that didn’t happen in civilised society, the kind of middle of the night that was so devoid of light that you might just think that you’d gone blind…
The weight on his chest was moving, clinging, climbing up him. Another shadowed shape flittered across his vision and he had a moment to marvel that his eyesight was already adjusting to the darkness, which was becoming less black, more fuzzy grey, when something dropped on his face.
He yelped this time.
“Steve? Are you awake?” The thing on his face felt its way over his cheekbone and nose and Ray realised that it was in fact a hand.
“I’m Ray, and I’m awake now, Benny. Are you ok?”
“I can’t see….”
“It’s very dark.”
“Oh.”
It wasn’t exactly a lie. Now didn’t seem like the best time to be explaining that the reason his friend couldn’t see was that he was blind.
Benny’s hand was still on his face, its palm curled around to cradle his cheek, the ball of his thumb making minute sweeps back on forth just below his eye socket. It was nice; it made up for the Not Telling the Truth to the Mountie thing, made the heavy knowledge that if Benny didn’t remember on his own, he would have to break it to him in the morning, feel less of a lead weight in his gut.
“I thought I was six again. I thought I was all alone in the darkness, and I couldn’t find my father,” Ben’s voice was sleep-gravely.
“I’m here,” Ray said simply.
“Don’t leave me alone in the dark, Steve.”
Ray let it go this time. “I won’t.”
There was silence. Above them, leaves rustled softly in the trees. A pair of owls called to each other. Benny’s thumb continued to brush over Ray’s cheek in little arcs, the pace of each sweep steadily increasing. A pause, so fractionally brief that Ray barely registered it. Then Benny was shifting, his elbow digging awkwardly into the top of Ray’s chest as he clumsily leant on him, all the time continuing to caress his cheek as if maintaining contact was of high priority.
Then the pain was relieved, and replaced by the weight of Fraser settling on top of him.
“Benny….” Ray wasn’t sure if it was a warning, an exclamation, or a question. He could see the outline of Benny’s head, the white bandage a pale smear across the top of the dark shape. The Mountie’s other hand came up and trailed down the opposite side of his face, fingertips searching out his mouth, tracing the shape of his lips as if to pinpoint their exact position. And then it was like he had his eyes closed again, -perhaps he had- because the outline of his friend’s head filled his vision with pitch darkness and gentle questing lips sought out his.
For a moment he went along with it, mouthing at Benny hungrily, making small noises in the back of his throat that he had forgotten he could make. His hands rose to stroke along the body of the man on top of him, but they encountered the coarse material of his jacket and he remembered where he was and what he was doing. He gripped the tops of Ben’s arms and jerked him backwards to break the kiss.
“Fraser!” He knew that one was a warning - a Get Off Me Now! warning.
“Mmmm… Steve….” Benny ducked his head and purred against Ray’s mouth. Saying another man’s name: It would have been funny if the situation weren’t So Not Funny. Ray opened his mouth to interrupt him and put an end to this, but Benny nipped at his lip, which didn’t do much to help his train of thought, and then continued to talk, his lips brushing over Ray’s, “Just once more? I’ve missed you…”
Fingertips were butterflying all over Ray’s face, seeing what Fraser could not. Splayed fingers began on either side of the bridge of his nose, resting in intervals down his nose and across his cheeks, and then the hands mirrored each other’s movements by falling down opposite slopes of his nose, as if Benny was carefully smoothing the last touches onto a clay bust. They ran over the contours of his cheeks, behind his jaw, and slid beneath his chin, joining together to slip down his neck.
Ray’s grip on Ben loosened, his hands finding their way into his hair instead.
One hand skittered carefully back over Ray’s face, it rediscovered the bridge of his nose, and Ben moved himself up slightly to drop a small kiss where his fingers had just been.
“Do you recall the last time we went camping?” The question was punctuated by more carefully questing fingers, and then a kiss at the corner of his eye. Ray could feel his eyelashes bend against Benny’s mouth as his eyelids fluttered shut and then open again.
“We’ve never been camping before, Benny.”
“Of course we have! Many times!” Benny nuzzled his face alongside Ray’s and whispered into his ear, “Do you remember what you did? I need to repay the favour.”
Ray gasped. He wanted to ask exactly what this Steve had done for Benny, because there was no way, no how, this was going to continue long enough for Ray figure it out through a “repayment” owed to another man.
Then Benny took his earlobe between his teeth and made a small humming noise that rumbled through Ray’s body. He had to stop this now. Now. A hot, wet tongue licked around the shell of his ear. For the love of God! Stop him now!
“Aaaahhh….” That didn’t sound much like “Please Benny, you’re delirious and I’m not Steve, please stop” to Ray’s ears, but it was all he could manage to say.
Fingers again, locating his mouth, slipping past his lips into the cavern of his mouth. It was so easy to just taste his salty skin, to trace his tongue over the pads where he would find fingerprints, each one unique, just like Benny. Then, the fingers slid from his mouth and were traded for lips that kissed deeper and harder than before, tongue replacing fingers, tangling with his own in his mouth.
And then Benny was shimmying down his body, hands rubbing and grabbing at the material of his clothes, feeling out the shape of his body beneath. Ray let out a short, sharp grunt when a hand settled over his erection, pressing and squeezing, mapping out his hard cock through his trousers. Benny rubbed his cheek against Ray’s thigh; he could hear him taking a deep breath, inhaling the musk of his arousal.
The delicious pressure was lifted and teasing fingertips sought the fly of his trousers, fumbling to blindly undo the button and then drag down the zipper. Benny wasted no time in pulling out Ray’s cock and seemed to have no trouble fitting his mouth over the head. Ray cried out, his whole body tensing at the hot, wet, warmth enveloping him, his hands fisting up tightly against the solid ground.
That tongue again, that had so recently been teasing his own tongue, swirled around the head of his cock and then flattened against the underside, hot and undulating against his sensitive flesh as Benny swallowed him down. Hands gripped his thighs tightly, which was just as well, because otherwise he would have bucked his hips up in response.
He was going to Hell. He was taking advantage of a blind, disoriented Mountie, who thought he was someone else. He had to be going to Hell for that. More so, he was taking advantage of his friend, of Benny. There was probably a circle of Hell especially reserved for him.
Ray propped himself up on his elbows and peered down into the gloom. He could just make out the top of Ben’s head as it moved rhythmically over his groin. He could certainly feel it; it made his head swim with the sensation of the hot channel of his throat engulfing him. He almost lost his willpower and sank back down to the ground. He took a deep breath to steady himself. The words were on his lips - please Benny, please stop - when his cock slid from between Benny’s lips, so that it fell against the harsh material covering his stomach, cold night air icy against the taut, spit-slick flesh.
“Please Benny, please…” Ray moaned, only half aware that he didn’t finish what he had intended to say.
A hand slid up from his thigh, grasped his cock at the base and guided it back upright so that it rested against lips that Ray could swear felt like they were smiling. A tongue flickered against the slit and Ray let out a choked sound, his arms gave way and writhed against the floor. It didn’t stop, the tongue continued to dance frantically against his sensitive skin, barely making contact, simultaneously being not enough and far, far too much. Ray’s breathing became short, sharp, pants as he made “Ahhhh… Ahh!…” sounds into the night. Ben’s searing breath ghosted over the head of his cock in measured gusts.
And then without warning, Benny swallowed him back down, the heat of his mouth blistering. The hand holding him began to pump as he sucked and Ray came with a deep cry that seemed to echo around them.
Benny once again fumbled as he tucked Ray back in, and he seemed to think it was safer not to try and fasten the trousers back up when he couldn’t see what he was doing. He climbed back up Ray’s body, his hands feeling over Ray’s chest and neck, finding his face as Benny pulled himself up, caressing Ray’s cheek as he settled back alongside, still half draped over him. Ben hand slid back down to softly locate Ray’s lips and Ray knew what was coming next and lifted his head to greet Benny’s mouth with his own. Benny’s mouth was sharp and salty, and while it wasn’t the first time he had tasted himself, the taste within this mouth seemed alien and exciting, and scary. He took his time over the kiss, wanting to be passionate and gentle, to show Benny how much he appreciated what he had done.
As Benny shifted and leaned against him more, Ray suddenly became aware of the hardness digging into his hip. He realised there was only one way to show his appreciation. He lowered his hand, quickly unfastening the fly, and reached inside to pull out Ben’s straining erection. It was slick with precome and Ray found it strange to have someone else’s, Benny’s, dick in his hand. The thought sent strange shivers through Ray’s body and he responded to the sensation by weaving his free hand into his friend’s hair and holding Benny against him as he kissed him harder, sliding his tongue into Benny’s mouth. Benny groaned, the sound rumbling through Ray’s body, chasing the shivers, and Ray began to pump hard.
Benny twisted his head in his grasp, his lips skimming over Ray’s. Ray loosened his grip on his hair and allowed Benny to mouth and lick across his cheek, until his head was nuzzled against the hollow between his shoulder and neck, head turned in so that his breath gusted hotly against his ear.
“Oh! Yes! God, yes,” Benny clung to him tightly, whispering and gasping hoarsely, his lips moving against his earlobe, “yes, Steve, make me come!”
It still wasn’t funny, and now Ray wished it were his name that Benny was saying. He missed a stroke at the sound of the other man’s name, but Benny let out a desperate breathy whine at the pause and he quickly picked up the pace again, shifting slightly so that he could kiss Benny’s neck.
Thankfully, Ben didn’t say the name again, as the only noises he made became a mess of incoherent sounds and gasps. His breath hitched, his fingers dug into Ray’s shoulders, he froze, and then he came with a drawn out moan, wet heat pulsing over Ray’s hand.
Ray tucked him back in as well as he could with Benny draped bonelessly over him. He groped for the blanket, used it to wipe off his hand and pulled it over them both. Benny wasn’t shivering anymore, at least. He hugged the man to him and let his eyes drift shut.
“Goodnight, Benny.”
There was a pause, Fraser shifted a little, then settled back against him, burrowed into the crook of his neck.
“Goodnight, Ray.”
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