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[strandedseaman]

Horatio walked listlessly through the Compound. What on earth did he do all day to prevent this terrible boredom? He had distant and unattainable memories of endless patrols and paperwork, but that seemed so silly now that he was sure he was mistaken

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[the_mountie]

Fraser had been napping when he was rudely awakened.

Except that it was Horatio. He smiled and pushed his way up to sit on the edge of the couch. "Oh, you think I should, huh?" he smirked. "And what are you going to do with it?"

[strandedseaman]

"Lie on it," Horatio informed him. "What the hell do you think?" He sat down next to Fraser and slapped the side of his rump.

[the_mountie]

"Well, if that's all you're going to use it for, fuck no," Fraser replied, smirking slightly. "You slept all morning."

[strandedseaman]

"A miracle, I assure you," said Horatio, "considering the terrible noise you made." Of course, Horatio had enjoyed every moment of it, but he wasn't about to encourage Fraser. Supposing Fraser made that kind of noise when he truly did want to rest!

[the_mountie]

Fraser hmmed quietly. "Are you going to punish me?"

[strandedseaman]

Horatio tilted his head to regard Fraser, considering. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

[the_mountie]

"Fuck, yes." Fraser's answer was immediate. While it was his usual impulse to be the authority, all Fraser wished to do today was to submit to it, and to Horatio.

[strandedseaman]

Horatio's head tilted yet a little more. "What a deviant little strumpet you are," he said finally, and ran the tip of his finger along Fraser's cheek. "I'd wager you would let me have you right here..."

[the_mountie]

Fraser cast his eyes down almost shyly, coyly. "I'd take that bet," he murmured, and then met Horatio's eyes boldly.

[strandedseaman]

Normally Horatio would have automatically begun to calculate the odds of that wager's outcome, but as it was, he was satisfied by sliding into Fraser's lap, one leg on either side of Fraser's hips. "How forward you are today," he remarked as he dug his fingers deep into Fraser's hair.

[the_mountie]

Fraser's eyes closed in pleasure and he smiled, resting his hands on Horatio's hips. "There's no reason to pretend I don't want you to fuck me, is there? Why bother to hide it?"

[strandedseaman]

Horatio grinned down at him, grinding a few times against the firm muscles of Fraser's stomach. "Why indeed?" He pulled Fraser's head back with the fingers tangled in his hair until Fraser's mouth opened to him, then took it with all the possessiveness the other man stirred within him.

[the_mountie]

Horatio's mouth was demanding on his own, and Fraser submitted willingly, his hands tightening on Horatio's hips. He moaned, rocking his hips to create friction his cock and the fabric of his jeans.

[strandedseaman]

Horatio insinuated a hand between them as he forced his tongue into Fraser's mouth. He found Fraser's erection straining against his jeans and squeezed it tightly, almost to the point of discomfort. "Did you enjoy yourself when you sucked me this morning?"

[the_mountie]

Fraser met Horatio's eyes and then looked down, shamefully, a dark blush spreading over his cheeks and neck. "Yes," he said quietly, as if by whispering it he was somehow lessening the power of the admission.

[strandedseaman]

"I thought so," said Horatio, pushing himself against Fraser. The other man was incredibly fetching when he blushed. Horatio traced the line of red as it spread towards Fraser's collar. "How would you like to do it again?"