First Frost, by Voiceless009 (posted at 10:38PM, GMT)
Title: First Frost
Author: voiceless009
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Length: 1447 words
Prompt: first frost
Notes: Title taken from the prompt because it ended up fitting the best. Tragically un-betaed. Also, LJ isn't letting me preview this, so... any LJ tags messed up? Not entirely my fault!
When Ray blew into the 2-7 that morning, arms a-flail and mouth twisted into a belligerent frown, the only person who wouldn't instinctively shy away with self-preservation in mind would have to possess a truly enormous death wish.
"Seriously, Fraser, do not get on my back this fine morning. I'm the opposite of in the mood."
As much as it pained Fraser to ignore such sound advice, he really needed Ray to retype the report on the Pierson case, lest the wrath of Lieutenant Welsh fall upon his head for failing to keep his erratic partner on the tracks. "What, is the Mountie my keeper?" Ray had once asked. The Lieutenant's eyes had spoke the answer clearer than his mouth could ever hope to convey. Still, that had been backed up with a, "Yes," anyway, for good measure.
Once Ray had been at the report for a few minutes, he mellowed enough to reveal the source of his annoyance on this occasion. "It's getting cold. I had to scrape frost off the GTO, and getting in was like sitting down in a hollowed out iceberg." He shivered from either a sudden chill, the horror of the memory, or for effect. "It's only going to get colder."
"And then, presumably, warmer," Fraser supplied - helpfully, he thought. Ray didn't agree.
"I just hate getting in a cold car - takes me all morning to bend myself back into the right shape. It sucks. Being cold just plain sucks. Know what sucks, Fraser?"
Fraser said, "Um."
"That's right." Ray pointed his fingers in Fraser's face. "The cold."
Fraser hmmed and looked thoughtful.
Later, that evening, he had Ray face-down on a blanket on the apartment floor while he worked an ice cube into Ray's ass. Ray keened, his throat growing rusty and gruff, and Fraser ran a soothing hand up his bare back, finding purchase on his lover’s so very fragile neck.
"One more, Ray. Can you handle just one more?" Fraser took another cube from the bowl, popped into his mouth, and held it there, listening to the ice crack in the warmth before withdrawing it. He was resolutely ignoring his own arousal, his erection huge, dark, and very present, in favour of concentrating on maximising Ray's own experience.
So far, Fraser was doing a good job. With one side of his face mashed into the ground, his back extending at a slanting angle, legs spread wide, and ass thrust into the air, Ray could never be able to hide just how hot he was for it all. His dick was barely visible every now and then, hard and leaking, when Ray gave an extra hard shudder and it bobbed up then down to be seen between his legs from behind, where Fraser watched it avidly each and every time. Ray's thighs trembled, with the strain of both maintaining the position and keeping himself in check - his hands had similar tremors running through them and made several attempts to grasp at his cock that Fraser had to halt constantly. Best of all, most beautiful and most telling, was the pucker of Ray's hole, flexing helplessly, wet from melting ice and hungry for more.
"I- I don't know if I-" Ray began, then cut himself off with a moan that came from deep in his throat, guttural and startled, as Fraser pushed the final cube inside and it was swallowed greedily.
"Of course you can." Fraser laid his body over Ray's for a moment, comforting him with warmth from the outside if not in. "You're doing so well."
Water began leaking out and down Ray's thigh, making him shift in a strange mixture of discomfort, shame, and elation.
"Oh, dear." Fraser pulled back. "Allow me." With his tongue, he trailed the longest droplet from the back of Ray's knee all the way up to where it began its journey, making camp with his mouth. And as the thaw came, he drank.
---
That weekend was what Fraser would call a mixed bag, and what Ray would call a fucking mess. Saturday, carrying bags of Chinese takeout up the sidewalk to the front door of Ray's apartment building, Dief prancing unnecessarily about their feet with so very little dignity, Ray lost his balance and landed in one of the larger puddles left from the afternoon's earlier downpour. Once up, he headed straight for the shower where Fraser soon joined him. As he cupped Ray's cock with firm care, Fraser turned the shower dial and, in an instant, the water switched from steaming hot to startling cold. Before Ray could do more than yelp out, "The fuck?" Fraser was on his knees and had Ray's cock deep in his throat, only slightly smaller than before and recovering nicely. After, Ray's post-orgasmic face had a shade of confusion covering it.
Sunday, Ray woke up with a runny nose and a sore throat, and Fraser couldn't stop apologising. "Will you chill out," Ray said, though in a deeper and more muffled voice than usual. "I didn't get this in the shower. You want to blame someone - blame Dewey, that asshole. Welsh told him to take a hike and take his germs with him." Still, Fraser hovered and made soup and fluffed pillows and, after a day of this, was looking much less stricken.
Monday was back-to-work day, so Ray sucked it up even though he felt like he had corks plugging up his sinuses, grabbed his jacket and keys, and headed out. To his surprise, when he got to the GTO, Fraser was sat inside. As soon as Ray opened the door he felt the hot air hit his face. He slipped into the driver's seat, closed the door at Fraser's comment that he was letting the heat out, and swivelled to face the passenger side.
"Okay, what's up?" The hum of the engine highlighted the too-long pause that followed.
"Forgive me, Ray, for acting without your permission, but I borrowed your spare keys and came down to wait in the car. I was hoping you wouldn't mind dropping me by the consulate - you took longer than I anticipated and now I am running late. Uh, as are you."
Ray stared and Fraser grew itchy and uncomfortable under the scrutiny. Finally, Ray broke into a grin, wiped his nose on his sleeve, and sighed with deep contentment. "It's toasty in here. Thanks."
A kiss that was intended to be chaste soon spiralled delightfully out of control and Fraser bit down on his disappointment and swallowed it back. It was silly and there was no need to burden Ray with his absurd worries. After all, it wasn't as if they had even discussed their long-term plans. Ray might not even consider relocating to another country just for the sake of his lover's selfish desires, Fraser might never ask him to, they might never reach that stage in their relationship. Suddenly the very notion of training him up made Fraser blush with painful embarrassment. Ray didn't need to learn to adapt to a colder climate than an Autumn Chicago, he needed to be left alone and-
And the kiss had ended, and Ray was studying Fraser's flushed face with intense scrutiny. Fraser weighed the possibility of coming clean against the much more appealing (in this moment at least) idea of distracting Ray with oral sex and never coming clean ever, ever, ever.
Proving yet again how often he underestimated his partner, and with so little reason, Fraser found Ray's face suddenly breaking into a tight expression of realisation. "Oh, Fraser, buddy. We can get back to the exercises after I'm better."
Fraser gaped. That was it? Two seconds of consideration and Ray got it? That was all Ray needed to know and all it took to make things better? That was the big proposal he'd been agonising over in his mind for months just out in the open, just like that?
Laboured breath became the primary source of sound inside the car as two pairs of hands were suddenly pulling at clothing and reaching for skin, two mouths pressing into each other wetly, drowning out the sound of the engine, not a care given as to whether nearby residents might be taking out their trash or looking out of their windows. When Fraser got his fist around Ray's already throbbing dick, Ray pulled off to say, "Pretty soon it'll be winter. You can fuck me in a snow bank." Lust gripped Fraser so hard his teeth ached, and he growled and pushed Ray up against the window. As the bare skin of Ray's back - jacket on the floor and shirt rucked up around his armpits - made contact with the ice-chilled glass, he gasped and came in record time, and Fraser felt hope grip his heart.
-END-
Gosh, I tag moosesal with the prompt: "cold nose". Happy pornin'!
Author: voiceless009
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Length: 1447 words
Prompt: first frost
Notes: Title taken from the prompt because it ended up fitting the best. Tragically un-betaed. Also, LJ isn't letting me preview this, so... any LJ tags messed up? Not entirely my fault!
When Ray blew into the 2-7 that morning, arms a-flail and mouth twisted into a belligerent frown, the only person who wouldn't instinctively shy away with self-preservation in mind would have to possess a truly enormous death wish.
"Seriously, Fraser, do not get on my back this fine morning. I'm the opposite of in the mood."
As much as it pained Fraser to ignore such sound advice, he really needed Ray to retype the report on the Pierson case, lest the wrath of Lieutenant Welsh fall upon his head for failing to keep his erratic partner on the tracks. "What, is the Mountie my keeper?" Ray had once asked. The Lieutenant's eyes had spoke the answer clearer than his mouth could ever hope to convey. Still, that had been backed up with a, "Yes," anyway, for good measure.
Once Ray had been at the report for a few minutes, he mellowed enough to reveal the source of his annoyance on this occasion. "It's getting cold. I had to scrape frost off the GTO, and getting in was like sitting down in a hollowed out iceberg." He shivered from either a sudden chill, the horror of the memory, or for effect. "It's only going to get colder."
"And then, presumably, warmer," Fraser supplied - helpfully, he thought. Ray didn't agree.
"I just hate getting in a cold car - takes me all morning to bend myself back into the right shape. It sucks. Being cold just plain sucks. Know what sucks, Fraser?"
Fraser said, "Um."
"That's right." Ray pointed his fingers in Fraser's face. "The cold."
Fraser hmmed and looked thoughtful.
Later, that evening, he had Ray face-down on a blanket on the apartment floor while he worked an ice cube into Ray's ass. Ray keened, his throat growing rusty and gruff, and Fraser ran a soothing hand up his bare back, finding purchase on his lover’s so very fragile neck.
"One more, Ray. Can you handle just one more?" Fraser took another cube from the bowl, popped into his mouth, and held it there, listening to the ice crack in the warmth before withdrawing it. He was resolutely ignoring his own arousal, his erection huge, dark, and very present, in favour of concentrating on maximising Ray's own experience.
So far, Fraser was doing a good job. With one side of his face mashed into the ground, his back extending at a slanting angle, legs spread wide, and ass thrust into the air, Ray could never be able to hide just how hot he was for it all. His dick was barely visible every now and then, hard and leaking, when Ray gave an extra hard shudder and it bobbed up then down to be seen between his legs from behind, where Fraser watched it avidly each and every time. Ray's thighs trembled, with the strain of both maintaining the position and keeping himself in check - his hands had similar tremors running through them and made several attempts to grasp at his cock that Fraser had to halt constantly. Best of all, most beautiful and most telling, was the pucker of Ray's hole, flexing helplessly, wet from melting ice and hungry for more.
"I- I don't know if I-" Ray began, then cut himself off with a moan that came from deep in his throat, guttural and startled, as Fraser pushed the final cube inside and it was swallowed greedily.
"Of course you can." Fraser laid his body over Ray's for a moment, comforting him with warmth from the outside if not in. "You're doing so well."
Water began leaking out and down Ray's thigh, making him shift in a strange mixture of discomfort, shame, and elation.
"Oh, dear." Fraser pulled back. "Allow me." With his tongue, he trailed the longest droplet from the back of Ray's knee all the way up to where it began its journey, making camp with his mouth. And as the thaw came, he drank.
---
That weekend was what Fraser would call a mixed bag, and what Ray would call a fucking mess. Saturday, carrying bags of Chinese takeout up the sidewalk to the front door of Ray's apartment building, Dief prancing unnecessarily about their feet with so very little dignity, Ray lost his balance and landed in one of the larger puddles left from the afternoon's earlier downpour. Once up, he headed straight for the shower where Fraser soon joined him. As he cupped Ray's cock with firm care, Fraser turned the shower dial and, in an instant, the water switched from steaming hot to startling cold. Before Ray could do more than yelp out, "The fuck?" Fraser was on his knees and had Ray's cock deep in his throat, only slightly smaller than before and recovering nicely. After, Ray's post-orgasmic face had a shade of confusion covering it.
Sunday, Ray woke up with a runny nose and a sore throat, and Fraser couldn't stop apologising. "Will you chill out," Ray said, though in a deeper and more muffled voice than usual. "I didn't get this in the shower. You want to blame someone - blame Dewey, that asshole. Welsh told him to take a hike and take his germs with him." Still, Fraser hovered and made soup and fluffed pillows and, after a day of this, was looking much less stricken.
Monday was back-to-work day, so Ray sucked it up even though he felt like he had corks plugging up his sinuses, grabbed his jacket and keys, and headed out. To his surprise, when he got to the GTO, Fraser was sat inside. As soon as Ray opened the door he felt the hot air hit his face. He slipped into the driver's seat, closed the door at Fraser's comment that he was letting the heat out, and swivelled to face the passenger side.
"Okay, what's up?" The hum of the engine highlighted the too-long pause that followed.
"Forgive me, Ray, for acting without your permission, but I borrowed your spare keys and came down to wait in the car. I was hoping you wouldn't mind dropping me by the consulate - you took longer than I anticipated and now I am running late. Uh, as are you."
Ray stared and Fraser grew itchy and uncomfortable under the scrutiny. Finally, Ray broke into a grin, wiped his nose on his sleeve, and sighed with deep contentment. "It's toasty in here. Thanks."
A kiss that was intended to be chaste soon spiralled delightfully out of control and Fraser bit down on his disappointment and swallowed it back. It was silly and there was no need to burden Ray with his absurd worries. After all, it wasn't as if they had even discussed their long-term plans. Ray might not even consider relocating to another country just for the sake of his lover's selfish desires, Fraser might never ask him to, they might never reach that stage in their relationship. Suddenly the very notion of training him up made Fraser blush with painful embarrassment. Ray didn't need to learn to adapt to a colder climate than an Autumn Chicago, he needed to be left alone and-
And the kiss had ended, and Ray was studying Fraser's flushed face with intense scrutiny. Fraser weighed the possibility of coming clean against the much more appealing (in this moment at least) idea of distracting Ray with oral sex and never coming clean ever, ever, ever.
Proving yet again how often he underestimated his partner, and with so little reason, Fraser found Ray's face suddenly breaking into a tight expression of realisation. "Oh, Fraser, buddy. We can get back to the exercises after I'm better."
Fraser gaped. That was it? Two seconds of consideration and Ray got it? That was all Ray needed to know and all it took to make things better? That was the big proposal he'd been agonising over in his mind for months just out in the open, just like that?
Laboured breath became the primary source of sound inside the car as two pairs of hands were suddenly pulling at clothing and reaching for skin, two mouths pressing into each other wetly, drowning out the sound of the engine, not a care given as to whether nearby residents might be taking out their trash or looking out of their windows. When Fraser got his fist around Ray's already throbbing dick, Ray pulled off to say, "Pretty soon it'll be winter. You can fuck me in a snow bank." Lust gripped Fraser so hard his teeth ached, and he growled and pushed Ray up against the window. As the bare skin of Ray's back - jacket on the floor and shirt rucked up around his armpits - made contact with the ice-chilled glass, he gasped and came in record time, and Fraser felt hope grip his heart.
-END-
Gosh, I tag moosesal with the prompt: "cold nose". Happy pornin'!