c'mon and make me
Title: c'mon and make me
Author: kristiinthedark
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Kink: domination/submission
A/N: Thanks so, SO much to mrsronweasley for the beta. She rocks more than I can say.
There are big differences between living with Stella and living with Fraser, and not just the obvious ones. Like, Stella talked all the time. Well, actually, they had talked to each other all the time, and when they stopped talking, it was like this big neon sign flashing, "It's over. It's over. It's over." He kind of expected him and Fraser to talk all the time, too, because that is what they had always done. Once he moved into Ray's apartment about a month ago, though, Fraser got all quiet, and he doesn't say as much anymore.
And, yeah, that bothers Ray, because he doesn't want this to be over before it even starts. He really wants to make this thing they've got going work, and until today, he had no clue how to get that. But then this morning at the station, right in the middle of his third cup of coffee, he realized what the problem was and maybe, just maybe, how to fix it.
When he arrives at the apartment that evening, Fraser's in the kitchen, stirring something on the stove. They've got a system going: whoever gets home first, starts dinner, and so far, it's evened up to where they're each cooking about fifty percent of the time. Unless, of course, they decide to order pizza or go out, but mostly, it's them doing the cooking, and then it's them eating in front of the TV with their plates on the coffee table, and Ray loves that. He has no intention of losing it, either.
"Hey, Fraser," Ray greets him nervously, walking into the kitchen and leaning in for a kiss. "What's for dinner?"
Fraser's lips are warm when they meet Ray's, and his mouth parts slightly, just like always, and that's really hot, just like always. "Mmm... Ray," Fraser murmurs, before pulling back a bit. "Beef Bourguignon. I think you'll like it."
"I'm sure I will," Ray says, and already he's practically vibrating. He had planned on waiting until after they ate, but now, he's not so sure he can wait that long. "Um, Fraser?"
"Yes?" Fraser turns away from him, back to the pot on the stove, and then Ray knows he can't wait that long. When Fraser reaches for the spoon again, Ray catches his hand, and holds it. Fraser raises his eyebrows at him and starts to look a little alarmed. "Are you alright, Ray? Did something happen at the station?"
"No, I just-" Ray starts. "I've been thinking, and..." Goddammit. He'd practiced what he was going to say all the way home, and now, standing here, his brain doesn't want to work right. He decides that's okay, though; he can go with what he's got. He grabs a hold of Fraser's hand tighter and begins to drag him out of the kitchen.
"Ray!" Fraser lets out a confused laugh. "Wait, wait. Let me-" He draws back far enough so that he can turn the burner off, and then lets himself be pulled along, into the living room and over to the couch. Ray shoos Dief off, who glares at them before wandering into the bedroom.
"I'll buy you an extra donut," he hollers to the wolf, and then to Fraser he says, "Sit down."
Fraser sits. For a moment, Ray's distracted, because god, Fraser's gorgeous, and Ray can't remember what to do next, but then it hits him, and he drops to his knees and gets in between Fraser's legs. Fraser's breath hitches a little, and yeah, good. Ray can do this. Fraser's hand reaches out to stroke Ray's face and Ray leans into it. Ray's hard as a rock, all of a sudden, and it's funny, because in all of his planning earlier, he didn't realize how much he was going to turn himself on, because this was supposed to be all for Fraser.
Fraser's not saying anything, he's just looking at Ray and waiting. Ray starts rubbing his hands up and down Fraser's denim-covered thighs, and he's satisfied to see that Fraser sporting quite the erection, too. "Fraser," Ray finally tell him. "I want you to make me."
"Make you, what, Ray?" Fraser asks hoarsely.
"Anything. Everything," Ray says in a rush. If he sounds desperate, he doesn't care. "Make me bend over for you, make me suck you off, make me lick you all over. Whatever you want, okay? I'll do it. Just- You're in control. Make me."
Fraser stares at him with wide eyes, his breath coming fast now, and then one of his hands reaches out to curl around Ray's neck while the other starts unbuttoning his own jeans. Yes, Ray thinks. Yes, yes, yes. And then Fraser's got his dick in his hand, and he's aiming it towards Ray's mouth.
"Ray," Fraser pants.
"Make me," Ray says again, and his own voice all deep like that sends shivers down his spine. "C'mon." The hand on the back of his neck urges him forward, and he keeps his hands on Fraser's thighs while he takes Fraser's cock as deep as he can.
Fraser gets with the program quickly, and he's soon got Ray in this rhythm, and at first, Ray fights it. He wants to go fast and hard, but Fraser's hand keeps slowing him down. And, god, that's hot. It doesn't take long before Ray gives in and lets go, before he's just letting Fraser take complete charge. When one of Ray's hands starts to slide off of Fraser's thighs and down towards his own crotch, Fraser grabs it and puts it back on his thigh, and that's perfect. Ray moans around Fraser's cock, and that makes Fraser moan, too.
"Is this what you want, Ray?" Fraser barely gets out. "Do you want- " Then Fraser's hips start bucking up and Ray sucks harder and hangs on, trying not to gag as Fraser's coming thick and hot down his throat.
Ray lets Fraser's cock fall from his mouth, then rests his forehead rest on Fraser's stomach and tries to pull himself together, because maybe Fraser's got something more in mind. But, no, he can't wait any longer, so he gets up and gets his jeans off as fast as he can. Fraser watches him with heavy-lidded eyes, before pulling Ray down on top of him.
"What?" Ray says shakily. He's whole body is shaking.
"Touch yourself for me," Fraser tells him. "I want to watch."
And, oh, man, that's exactly it, right there. Ray gets a hand around his dick, and it doesn't take long at all, maybe five or six strokes, and he's groaning and coming all over Fraser's shirt while Fraser holds him and bites his throat.
Afterwards, when they're dressed again and sprawled out on the couch, hardly able to move, Fraser asks him, "What was that all about, Ray? Not that I'm complaining, mind you, but-"
"Nothing," Rays says, draping an arm across his face, not looking at Fraser. "It's just, I know how homesick you are, and I know how hard it must be to live here with me, and not really feel like anything's yours or that you got no control. I wanted you to have some control. You know?"
"Ray, that's just ridiculous," Fraser says gently. "Why would you think a thing like that?"
Ray whips his head up to glare at Fraser, who's smiling at him, of all things. "Okay. First off, you don't talk as much as you did before-"
"I'm sure I do."
"No, Fraser, you don't," Rays says earnestly. "You're quieter."
"I'm happy, Ray," Fraser tells him. "I promise you."
"Yeah?" Ray asks, feeling a little bit hopeful. It wouldn't be the first time he's freaked out over nothing.
"Yes." Fraser kisses him, and he does look pretty happy. "Also, Ray, you might be surprised to know that in a dominant/submissive relationship, the submissive is the one with the control."
"Now, that's ridiculous, Fraser."
"No, I assure you, it's true. The submissive controls what happens in a sexual encounter, and tells the dominant when to stop." Fraser pauses, and looks thoughtful. "Perhaps we can switch off, the way we do with the cooking."
They get up and go back into the kitchen, and Fraser's talking the whole time.
Author: kristiinthedark
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Kink: domination/submission
A/N: Thanks so, SO much to mrsronweasley for the beta. She rocks more than I can say.
There are big differences between living with Stella and living with Fraser, and not just the obvious ones. Like, Stella talked all the time. Well, actually, they had talked to each other all the time, and when they stopped talking, it was like this big neon sign flashing, "It's over. It's over. It's over." He kind of expected him and Fraser to talk all the time, too, because that is what they had always done. Once he moved into Ray's apartment about a month ago, though, Fraser got all quiet, and he doesn't say as much anymore.
And, yeah, that bothers Ray, because he doesn't want this to be over before it even starts. He really wants to make this thing they've got going work, and until today, he had no clue how to get that. But then this morning at the station, right in the middle of his third cup of coffee, he realized what the problem was and maybe, just maybe, how to fix it.
When he arrives at the apartment that evening, Fraser's in the kitchen, stirring something on the stove. They've got a system going: whoever gets home first, starts dinner, and so far, it's evened up to where they're each cooking about fifty percent of the time. Unless, of course, they decide to order pizza or go out, but mostly, it's them doing the cooking, and then it's them eating in front of the TV with their plates on the coffee table, and Ray loves that. He has no intention of losing it, either.
"Hey, Fraser," Ray greets him nervously, walking into the kitchen and leaning in for a kiss. "What's for dinner?"
Fraser's lips are warm when they meet Ray's, and his mouth parts slightly, just like always, and that's really hot, just like always. "Mmm... Ray," Fraser murmurs, before pulling back a bit. "Beef Bourguignon. I think you'll like it."
"I'm sure I will," Ray says, and already he's practically vibrating. He had planned on waiting until after they ate, but now, he's not so sure he can wait that long. "Um, Fraser?"
"Yes?" Fraser turns away from him, back to the pot on the stove, and then Ray knows he can't wait that long. When Fraser reaches for the spoon again, Ray catches his hand, and holds it. Fraser raises his eyebrows at him and starts to look a little alarmed. "Are you alright, Ray? Did something happen at the station?"
"No, I just-" Ray starts. "I've been thinking, and..." Goddammit. He'd practiced what he was going to say all the way home, and now, standing here, his brain doesn't want to work right. He decides that's okay, though; he can go with what he's got. He grabs a hold of Fraser's hand tighter and begins to drag him out of the kitchen.
"Ray!" Fraser lets out a confused laugh. "Wait, wait. Let me-" He draws back far enough so that he can turn the burner off, and then lets himself be pulled along, into the living room and over to the couch. Ray shoos Dief off, who glares at them before wandering into the bedroom.
"I'll buy you an extra donut," he hollers to the wolf, and then to Fraser he says, "Sit down."
Fraser sits. For a moment, Ray's distracted, because god, Fraser's gorgeous, and Ray can't remember what to do next, but then it hits him, and he drops to his knees and gets in between Fraser's legs. Fraser's breath hitches a little, and yeah, good. Ray can do this. Fraser's hand reaches out to stroke Ray's face and Ray leans into it. Ray's hard as a rock, all of a sudden, and it's funny, because in all of his planning earlier, he didn't realize how much he was going to turn himself on, because this was supposed to be all for Fraser.
Fraser's not saying anything, he's just looking at Ray and waiting. Ray starts rubbing his hands up and down Fraser's denim-covered thighs, and he's satisfied to see that Fraser sporting quite the erection, too. "Fraser," Ray finally tell him. "I want you to make me."
"Make you, what, Ray?" Fraser asks hoarsely.
"Anything. Everything," Ray says in a rush. If he sounds desperate, he doesn't care. "Make me bend over for you, make me suck you off, make me lick you all over. Whatever you want, okay? I'll do it. Just- You're in control. Make me."
Fraser stares at him with wide eyes, his breath coming fast now, and then one of his hands reaches out to curl around Ray's neck while the other starts unbuttoning his own jeans. Yes, Ray thinks. Yes, yes, yes. And then Fraser's got his dick in his hand, and he's aiming it towards Ray's mouth.
"Ray," Fraser pants.
"Make me," Ray says again, and his own voice all deep like that sends shivers down his spine. "C'mon." The hand on the back of his neck urges him forward, and he keeps his hands on Fraser's thighs while he takes Fraser's cock as deep as he can.
Fraser gets with the program quickly, and he's soon got Ray in this rhythm, and at first, Ray fights it. He wants to go fast and hard, but Fraser's hand keeps slowing him down. And, god, that's hot. It doesn't take long before Ray gives in and lets go, before he's just letting Fraser take complete charge. When one of Ray's hands starts to slide off of Fraser's thighs and down towards his own crotch, Fraser grabs it and puts it back on his thigh, and that's perfect. Ray moans around Fraser's cock, and that makes Fraser moan, too.
"Is this what you want, Ray?" Fraser barely gets out. "Do you want- " Then Fraser's hips start bucking up and Ray sucks harder and hangs on, trying not to gag as Fraser's coming thick and hot down his throat.
Ray lets Fraser's cock fall from his mouth, then rests his forehead rest on Fraser's stomach and tries to pull himself together, because maybe Fraser's got something more in mind. But, no, he can't wait any longer, so he gets up and gets his jeans off as fast as he can. Fraser watches him with heavy-lidded eyes, before pulling Ray down on top of him.
"What?" Ray says shakily. He's whole body is shaking.
"Touch yourself for me," Fraser tells him. "I want to watch."
And, oh, man, that's exactly it, right there. Ray gets a hand around his dick, and it doesn't take long at all, maybe five or six strokes, and he's groaning and coming all over Fraser's shirt while Fraser holds him and bites his throat.
Afterwards, when they're dressed again and sprawled out on the couch, hardly able to move, Fraser asks him, "What was that all about, Ray? Not that I'm complaining, mind you, but-"
"Nothing," Rays says, draping an arm across his face, not looking at Fraser. "It's just, I know how homesick you are, and I know how hard it must be to live here with me, and not really feel like anything's yours or that you got no control. I wanted you to have some control. You know?"
"Ray, that's just ridiculous," Fraser says gently. "Why would you think a thing like that?"
Ray whips his head up to glare at Fraser, who's smiling at him, of all things. "Okay. First off, you don't talk as much as you did before-"
"I'm sure I do."
"No, Fraser, you don't," Rays says earnestly. "You're quieter."
"I'm happy, Ray," Fraser tells him. "I promise you."
"Yeah?" Ray asks, feeling a little bit hopeful. It wouldn't be the first time he's freaked out over nothing.
"Yes." Fraser kisses him, and he does look pretty happy. "Also, Ray, you might be surprised to know that in a dominant/submissive relationship, the submissive is the one with the control."
"Now, that's ridiculous, Fraser."
"No, I assure you, it's true. The submissive controls what happens in a sexual encounter, and tells the dominant when to stop." Fraser pauses, and looks thoughtful. "Perhaps we can switch off, the way we do with the cooking."
They get up and go back into the kitchen, and Fraser's talking the whole time.