FIC: Blind Trust, 1/1, NC-17
Title: Blind Trust
Author: Tara Keezer
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: F/K, post-CotW
Kink: Blindfold
Notes: I was going to try for a different kink, but the story fell apart in my head, so I went for this one instead. It’s unbeta’d due to time constraints and, you know, my job, so all errors, omissions and flat-out contradictions are down to me. Not quite 1,600 words.
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“It’s a trust thing,” Ray had said. “I trust you, but you still don’t trust me, even after everything we been through.”
“Ray -”
“It’s bullshit, and you know it.”
And Fraser did know it. He knew it down to his toes, which was, ultimately, the reason he’d told Ray, “Teach me.”
Those two words had been enough to make Ray stop packing, and they were why Fraser was, against his better judgment, allowing Ray to put a blindfold on him now. He held the gauze pads in place over his eyes while Ray tied the cloth, then shivered when Ray ran his hand down his back.
“You cold? You want your jacket?”
Fraser was surprised at how intimate Ray’s voice sounded, and he was even more surprised by the curl of desire it invoked. He tried to rationalize his reaction as a natural consequence of being blindfolded, but that didn’t explain why Fraser reacted so emotionally to a simple question.
“Frase?”
“No. I’m fine,” he answered, wondering if Ray heard the faint tremor in his voice. “I’m ready.”
“Cool. Just got to get my own jacket and the backpack, and we’re good to go.”
Fraser took a few deep breaths to calm himself for the upcoming walk. He’d thought, when Ray first suggested this exercise, that the blindfold would be utilized in the bedroom, not outside. Ray, however, had been adamant.
“We don’t have a problem in the bedroom. It’s outside the bedroom that’s the problem.” Ray paced and used his hands to emphasize his point. “When we’re out in the bush together, you still don’t think I can handle myself.”
“Ray -”
“Outside, or not at all. Your choice.”
He could do this. Fraser was certain of that, and if his certainty occasionally lurched like a drunk man walking, it was due to nothing more than fear over how close he’d come to losing Ray. It was not, he told himself sternly, that he didn’t trust Ray to guide him.
A touch on his arm signaled Ray’s return.
“I’m gonna get you out the door and off the porch first,” Ray said, “then we’ll get situated and head out on our walk, okay?”
Fraser swallowed hard. “Okay.”
Ray hugged him at that, gave him an achingly gentle kiss that Fraser imagined to be full of promise. “It will be. You just gotta trust me.”
The first leg of their walk, from the cabin to the stream, was the most difficult for Fraser. With his left hand on Ray’s right shoulder, Fraser moved stiffly and with exaggerated care, following Ray’s quiet instructions as precisely as possible to prevent an early end to this experiment. He was so caught up in avoiding a tumble that he almost didn’t notice when Ray stopped.
“Relax, would you?”
Ray sounded impatient, and Fraser could readily imagine the expression on his face. “I’m - it’s just -”
“It’s just that you’re a control freak.” Ray covered Fraser’s left hand and said, “You know this walk. We take it almost every day in the summer, and you could probably do it blindfolded on your own.”
Fraser opened his mouth, then closed it and thought back over the last fifteen minutes and remembered thinking the path seemed familiar. “Oh.”
“Yeah. Oh. What’d you think I was gonna do? Take you on a route you don’t know first thing?”
“I didn’t -” Fraser took a deep breath. “It seemed logical.”
“I want you to trust me out here, Fraser. Won’t happen if we don’t start small, with a path you already know.” Ray turned then, and kissed Fraser. As in the cabin, it was gentle and loving, and Fraser was suddenly grateful for the blindfold. Even after two years of living together, he wasn’t entirely certain he was ready for Ray to see just how deeply affected he could be by these small gestures. “When we get to the stream, we’ll rest for a few minutes then go on, okay?”
“Okay.”
And after that, it was okay. Fraser didn’t loosen up immediately, but with each passing step, he allowed himself to rely more and more on Ray’s instructions. By the time they stopped for lunch, some eight miles from the cabin, by Fraser’s estimate, the two of them were walking easily together. The only bad moment had come from a hidden rabbit hole, and despite the unexpected stumble, Ray caught Fraser readily and easily.
It was a memory Fraser relished as he sat on the ground, his back against a log. He turned his face to the sun, enjoying the warmth of it as the breeze picked up slightly. Reluctant to remove the blindfold, even though Ray said he could, Fraser instead catalogued the scents and sounds around them. He imagined that if he could commit his sightless impressions to memory, he might be able to find this glade again on his own.
“How you doing?”
“Good, Ray.” He was. In fact, Fraser was slightly astonished at just how good he felt after having to rely on Ray’s directions to move safely through the forest.
“Ready for food yet?”
“Not especially.” Fraser was happy to sit and enjoy the moment without thinking too much about what led to it.
“Good.”
“What -”
Fraser’s question was stopped by a kiss. Unlike the two he’d received earlier, this one was meant to do nothing more than inform him that Ray had designs on Fraser’s body, so sit back and enjoy the ride. As Ray’s kisses went, this was a particular favorite of Fraser’s, and he leaned into it, even as he reached up to loosen the blindfold.
Ray pulled away to stop Fraser and say, “Nuh-uh. Leave it on.”
“But you said -”
“Changed my mind. You have any idea how fuckable you look right now? Didn’t think you could look any better than you always do, but that blindfold -” Ray finished his sentence by cupping Fraser’s cock and squeezing just enough to make him buck up into Ray’s hand. “Come on. Stand up.”
A bit clumsy in his haste, Fraser managed to push himself to his feet, only to be turned around immediately and told, “Hang on.” Ray undid Fraser’s jeans and pushed them down to his knees before doing the same thing with his boxers. “Hands out in front. I’m gonna bend you over the log. It’s about waist high to you.”
Fraser did as he was told, and as soon as he felt the rough bark under his hands, Ray moved away. “Ray?”
“Right here. Just hang on a minute.”
While Ray muttered about having put too much stuff in the backpack, Fraser remained in place, shuddering every so often as he imagined the sight he must make. With his backside bare and vulnerable, and his cock hard and bumping against his stomach in time to the racing of his heart, Fraser thought he must look wanton and sluttish, and god, the thought alone seemed almost enough to make him come.
Ray’s fingers slipping in and slicking him up brought Fraser out of his first fantasy and sent him straight into a second fantasy - one where he had no control at all. He imagined being tied down as well as blindfolded while Ray did whatever he chose to do, touched whatever he wished, displayed Fraser to his own satisfaction. There would be no way for Fraser to interfere, especially if Ray gagged him, and for once, Fraser would have absolutely no control.
He whimpered, and Ray said, “Sh. I got ya.”
Ray entered him with a long, slow push, and he controlled the speed by gripping Fraser’s hips tightly to keep them from pushing back.
“Please, just -”
Even during their best moments together, Fraser had never before felt such a strong urge to move and do so regardless of Ray’s wishes and needs. Still he held back against his own greedy inclination when Ray’s tension transmitted itself to Fraser in the form of erratic quivers and a tightening of Ray’s hands on his hips. Since movement wasn’t yet possible, Fraser concentrated on how he felt. The slight burn, the fullness, both were familiar, but with his deeper trust in Ray, Fraser discovered the physical connection was somehow more intense, more -
Ray withdrew and pushed in hard, and Fraser’s thoughts about their emotional connection fell apart in favor of a world that comprised nothing but physical sensation - the weight of Ray’s cock as it moved in him, the scent of their arousal, the sound of their harsh breathing and gasped demands. Sparks of want and need and desperate longing pushed Fraser into a space where he begged for Ray’s hand, pleaded for release, promised anything if Ray would just please touch him for god’s sake. And when Ray did touch him, when he reached around and held Fraser’s cock with a strong, sure touch, Fraser lost himself completely for the first time ever and gave in to the intense pleasure of the moment.
Later, much later, when Fraser found his way back to coherence, he and Ray were on the ground, and the blindfold was gone. He rolled over and met Ray’s sleepy gaze, then lifted his hand to caress Ray’s cheek.
“Thank you.”
Ray grinned. “Say that again when it’s time to walk home.”
“I don’t mean that.” Fraser blinked and backtracked. “Well. I do, yes, but -”
“It’s okay. I understand.”
For a long moment, Fraser watched Ray. “You do, don’t you?”
“Trust me.”
Fraser smiled. “I do.”
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Next up, I think I need me some due South pr0n from isiscolo.
Author: Tara Keezer
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: F/K, post-CotW
Kink: Blindfold
Notes: I was going to try for a different kink, but the story fell apart in my head, so I went for this one instead. It’s unbeta’d due to time constraints and, you know, my job, so all errors, omissions and flat-out contradictions are down to me. Not quite 1,600 words.
~*~*~
“It’s a trust thing,” Ray had said. “I trust you, but you still don’t trust me, even after everything we been through.”
“Ray -”
“It’s bullshit, and you know it.”
And Fraser did know it. He knew it down to his toes, which was, ultimately, the reason he’d told Ray, “Teach me.”
Those two words had been enough to make Ray stop packing, and they were why Fraser was, against his better judgment, allowing Ray to put a blindfold on him now. He held the gauze pads in place over his eyes while Ray tied the cloth, then shivered when Ray ran his hand down his back.
“You cold? You want your jacket?”
Fraser was surprised at how intimate Ray’s voice sounded, and he was even more surprised by the curl of desire it invoked. He tried to rationalize his reaction as a natural consequence of being blindfolded, but that didn’t explain why Fraser reacted so emotionally to a simple question.
“Frase?”
“No. I’m fine,” he answered, wondering if Ray heard the faint tremor in his voice. “I’m ready.”
“Cool. Just got to get my own jacket and the backpack, and we’re good to go.”
Fraser took a few deep breaths to calm himself for the upcoming walk. He’d thought, when Ray first suggested this exercise, that the blindfold would be utilized in the bedroom, not outside. Ray, however, had been adamant.
“We don’t have a problem in the bedroom. It’s outside the bedroom that’s the problem.” Ray paced and used his hands to emphasize his point. “When we’re out in the bush together, you still don’t think I can handle myself.”
“Ray -”
“Outside, or not at all. Your choice.”
He could do this. Fraser was certain of that, and if his certainty occasionally lurched like a drunk man walking, it was due to nothing more than fear over how close he’d come to losing Ray. It was not, he told himself sternly, that he didn’t trust Ray to guide him.
A touch on his arm signaled Ray’s return.
“I’m gonna get you out the door and off the porch first,” Ray said, “then we’ll get situated and head out on our walk, okay?”
Fraser swallowed hard. “Okay.”
Ray hugged him at that, gave him an achingly gentle kiss that Fraser imagined to be full of promise. “It will be. You just gotta trust me.”
The first leg of their walk, from the cabin to the stream, was the most difficult for Fraser. With his left hand on Ray’s right shoulder, Fraser moved stiffly and with exaggerated care, following Ray’s quiet instructions as precisely as possible to prevent an early end to this experiment. He was so caught up in avoiding a tumble that he almost didn’t notice when Ray stopped.
“Relax, would you?”
Ray sounded impatient, and Fraser could readily imagine the expression on his face. “I’m - it’s just -”
“It’s just that you’re a control freak.” Ray covered Fraser’s left hand and said, “You know this walk. We take it almost every day in the summer, and you could probably do it blindfolded on your own.”
Fraser opened his mouth, then closed it and thought back over the last fifteen minutes and remembered thinking the path seemed familiar. “Oh.”
“Yeah. Oh. What’d you think I was gonna do? Take you on a route you don’t know first thing?”
“I didn’t -” Fraser took a deep breath. “It seemed logical.”
“I want you to trust me out here, Fraser. Won’t happen if we don’t start small, with a path you already know.” Ray turned then, and kissed Fraser. As in the cabin, it was gentle and loving, and Fraser was suddenly grateful for the blindfold. Even after two years of living together, he wasn’t entirely certain he was ready for Ray to see just how deeply affected he could be by these small gestures. “When we get to the stream, we’ll rest for a few minutes then go on, okay?”
“Okay.”
And after that, it was okay. Fraser didn’t loosen up immediately, but with each passing step, he allowed himself to rely more and more on Ray’s instructions. By the time they stopped for lunch, some eight miles from the cabin, by Fraser’s estimate, the two of them were walking easily together. The only bad moment had come from a hidden rabbit hole, and despite the unexpected stumble, Ray caught Fraser readily and easily.
It was a memory Fraser relished as he sat on the ground, his back against a log. He turned his face to the sun, enjoying the warmth of it as the breeze picked up slightly. Reluctant to remove the blindfold, even though Ray said he could, Fraser instead catalogued the scents and sounds around them. He imagined that if he could commit his sightless impressions to memory, he might be able to find this glade again on his own.
“How you doing?”
“Good, Ray.” He was. In fact, Fraser was slightly astonished at just how good he felt after having to rely on Ray’s directions to move safely through the forest.
“Ready for food yet?”
“Not especially.” Fraser was happy to sit and enjoy the moment without thinking too much about what led to it.
“Good.”
“What -”
Fraser’s question was stopped by a kiss. Unlike the two he’d received earlier, this one was meant to do nothing more than inform him that Ray had designs on Fraser’s body, so sit back and enjoy the ride. As Ray’s kisses went, this was a particular favorite of Fraser’s, and he leaned into it, even as he reached up to loosen the blindfold.
Ray pulled away to stop Fraser and say, “Nuh-uh. Leave it on.”
“But you said -”
“Changed my mind. You have any idea how fuckable you look right now? Didn’t think you could look any better than you always do, but that blindfold -” Ray finished his sentence by cupping Fraser’s cock and squeezing just enough to make him buck up into Ray’s hand. “Come on. Stand up.”
A bit clumsy in his haste, Fraser managed to push himself to his feet, only to be turned around immediately and told, “Hang on.” Ray undid Fraser’s jeans and pushed them down to his knees before doing the same thing with his boxers. “Hands out in front. I’m gonna bend you over the log. It’s about waist high to you.”
Fraser did as he was told, and as soon as he felt the rough bark under his hands, Ray moved away. “Ray?”
“Right here. Just hang on a minute.”
While Ray muttered about having put too much stuff in the backpack, Fraser remained in place, shuddering every so often as he imagined the sight he must make. With his backside bare and vulnerable, and his cock hard and bumping against his stomach in time to the racing of his heart, Fraser thought he must look wanton and sluttish, and god, the thought alone seemed almost enough to make him come.
Ray’s fingers slipping in and slicking him up brought Fraser out of his first fantasy and sent him straight into a second fantasy - one where he had no control at all. He imagined being tied down as well as blindfolded while Ray did whatever he chose to do, touched whatever he wished, displayed Fraser to his own satisfaction. There would be no way for Fraser to interfere, especially if Ray gagged him, and for once, Fraser would have absolutely no control.
He whimpered, and Ray said, “Sh. I got ya.”
Ray entered him with a long, slow push, and he controlled the speed by gripping Fraser’s hips tightly to keep them from pushing back.
“Please, just -”
Even during their best moments together, Fraser had never before felt such a strong urge to move and do so regardless of Ray’s wishes and needs. Still he held back against his own greedy inclination when Ray’s tension transmitted itself to Fraser in the form of erratic quivers and a tightening of Ray’s hands on his hips. Since movement wasn’t yet possible, Fraser concentrated on how he felt. The slight burn, the fullness, both were familiar, but with his deeper trust in Ray, Fraser discovered the physical connection was somehow more intense, more -
Ray withdrew and pushed in hard, and Fraser’s thoughts about their emotional connection fell apart in favor of a world that comprised nothing but physical sensation - the weight of Ray’s cock as it moved in him, the scent of their arousal, the sound of their harsh breathing and gasped demands. Sparks of want and need and desperate longing pushed Fraser into a space where he begged for Ray’s hand, pleaded for release, promised anything if Ray would just please touch him for god’s sake. And when Ray did touch him, when he reached around and held Fraser’s cock with a strong, sure touch, Fraser lost himself completely for the first time ever and gave in to the intense pleasure of the moment.
Later, much later, when Fraser found his way back to coherence, he and Ray were on the ground, and the blindfold was gone. He rolled over and met Ray’s sleepy gaze, then lifted his hand to caress Ray’s cheek.
“Thank you.”
Ray grinned. “Say that again when it’s time to walk home.”
“I don’t mean that.” Fraser blinked and backtracked. “Well. I do, yes, but -”
“It’s okay. I understand.”
For a long moment, Fraser watched Ray. “You do, don’t you?”
“Trust me.”
Fraser smiled. “I do.”
~*~*~
Next up, I think I need me some due South pr0n from isiscolo.