Cure for the Flu (Fraser/Kowalski, NC-17)
kristiinthedark is not feeling well, so I wrote her Due South porn of the Fraser/Ray K variety. This is also, consequently, my first DS fic, so this is pretty monumental.
Title: Cure for the Flu
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Brief mentions of bad bodily functions.
Summary: Ray wakes up to find Fraser naked. He can work with that.
He was delirious, had to be. After lying alone in bed all day, playing the hot/cold game of lying in a pool of sweat and then shivering under a comforter, Ray was out his mind, that's all there was to it. Never mind that he was starting to get better and the Nyquil had finally allowed him to get some sleep. No, he was still hallucinating. Because only in the confused daze of the flu could he actually see what he was seeing.
Fraser, standing next to the bed he was currently in, dressed in nothing but a nervous smile. So if Ray was staring at Fraser's cock, it was only because it was nearly at eye-level.
"Um Fraser, is it my birthday or something?"
"Earlier you had regurgitated on my clothing and upon putting them into the wash I realized that it would be rude to don your clothing without permission."
"I seriously puked on you? Fraser, if a man pukes on you, you have every right to wear whatever he owns."
"You couldn't very well help being sick, Ray. In any case, I am fully comfortable in the nude. In Tuktoyaktuk, it is not uncommon for young men to divest themselves of clothing in the summer…”
“I feel better now, you can put on whatever you’d like,” he said, not really meaning it. He was tempted to tell Fraser that he was forbidden to wear clothing in his sight ever again. If he had known the uniform hid all that… geez, he really was feeling sick, because he was checking out Fraser, and that was not buddies.
“Well there’s really no pressing need, Ray. They will be dry in about half an hour.”
Need. Yeah, that was sure as hell the operative word here.
“You sure you wouldn’t be more comfortable in something a little more… covering? You’re not cold or anything there?”
“I feel fine. In fact, I would venture to say that I was feeling rather toasty.”
This guy was unbelievable. Well, wasn’t like he was going to kick a gift horse in the mouth, or whatever the hell you did with a free horse. Ray kicked his sheet off, ready to find something his stomach might allow him to digest, and quickly pulled the sheets back on. He was naked.
What in the hell happened while he was out of it?
“Fraser, why am I naked?”
“You asked me to take off your clothes.”
“Because I was too hot?”
“Well, no. I fear it was of a more personal nature.”
God he wished this stupid mountie would stop speaking Canadian. “What kind of a personal nature?”
Fraser hesitated, and Ray wondered if he had crapped all over himself or something equally embarrassing. “I believe your words were, ‘my dear friend Fraser, I wish to engage in sexual intercourse with you in an expedient manner.’”
Holy shit.
“In other words, I said, ‘Fuck me.’”
“Numerable times and with increasing insistence.”
“Goddamn, look, just forget that. I tend to get, uh, needy when I’m sick. I must have hallucinated that you were Stella or something.”
Fraser almost sounded amused. “I see how that mistake could have been made, though it was rather odd that you kept calling me Fraser and begged me for my male member.”
“Male member? Is that…”
“You said ‘cock’, Ray,” Fraser said succinctly, color flooding his cheeks. Ray discovered two things. One was that he had propositioned Fraser and here he still was, comfortably naked. The other was that Fraser’s cock was now standing at half-mast, its owner unaware of its sudden interest in the conversation.
Yeah, he was all over that. Besides, he could claim delirium later.
Ray threw back his sheets, sat up and grabbed Fraser’s dick. Fraser…well, Fraser fell down. It was like Ray had yelled, “Timber!“ and down the mighty oak fell. Feeling a little weak himself and not a little cock-sure what with making Benton Fraser lose all coordination, Ray slid down to the floor and slithered onto Fraser. He reclaimed Fraser’s cock, wondering if he could make the man faint with pleasure.
Apparently the falling down thing was a once-in-a-lifetime moment because Fraser pulled himself up and pulled at Ray’s legs until he was straddling Fraser’s thighs. He then grabbed Ray’s cock and brought the two together to meet each other, twining their hands together so they both were pulling at each other. Holy shit, greatness, because Fraser’s thighs were shivering underneath Ray’s ass and they were jerking each other off in tandem, breathing loud and harshly into each other’s faces. Fraser was a scant few inches from Ray’s face and Ray forced himself to look at Fraser, when what he usually did during sex was close his eyes and just enjoy the sensations.
Fraser was… awesome. If Ray had imagined this scenario before today (which he hadn’t, at least not actively, and okay, you didn’t just crawl into another guy’s lap unless you thought he was fuckable at an earlier juncture, he was man enough to admit that), he would have said that Fraser would be all militaristic, breathing nice and even, climaxing with a single manly grunt, possibly on a bed and not the goddamn floor. But Fraser looked like Ray was breaking him. His eyes were closed and his mouth was open, face twisted in pain. He was killing the guy, breaking him into smaller and smaller pieces, and Ray would have felt quite powerful if he wasn't issuing a steady stream of needy whimpers himself.
Ray looked down at their joined hands and wildly thought that it was like a magic show with their dicks. Stroke down, now you see them, stroke up, now you don’t. He would have blamed this on delirium as well except he had pissed Stella off a lot during sex, making nervous jokes and laughing at the strangest times. He had tried to explain that it was him coping with monumental events, but she thought he had been trying to excuse his disinterest in their sex life. He had learned to treat sex with respect, and he hadn’t acted like this in years.
He dearly hoped he would not laugh his way through an orgasm, because he was close and he could tell Fraser was too, judging by the heavy red color of his dick and his now stuttering grip on their cocks, like it was too much pleasure to take. Fraser opened his eyes and that was worse, because he looked at Ray all helpless and scared, and Ray had never seen Fraser this scared of anything. Ray broke eye contact, choosing instead to focus on the show below.
Fraser gasped and said, “God Ray, your hand.”
Ray gasped and came, watching in bewildered fascination as he came all over their cocks, slicking them both up, and he needed to throw away his porn collection because those tapes were never going to live up to this. His grip slackened and he maneuvered his cock away, because it was too much after he just came. Fraser’s grip became firmer, jerking his own cock like he was punishing himself and god, did Fraser think sex was supposed to be painful or something? He wondered who had fucked Fraser up that bad where he couldn’t enjoy himself getting off anymore.
Ray yanked Fraser’s hand away and replaced it with his own, figuring if he liked Ray’s hand that much, then this would be putting on a good show. Fraser fucking keened, slanting his body toward Ray, using both hands to hold himself up.
“Come on Fraser, come for me.”
“Ray, Ray, Ray…”
“I’m listening, just let go and come for me…”
“I am very well trying, Ray,” Fraser bit out, frustrated
Ray fucking burst out laughing, control gone. God, now he was an official freak show, and Fraser would never want his hand on his dick again.
Instead of looking reproving and asking Ray to remove his hand from his member, thank you kindly, Fraser laughed with him, and when he came a couple of seconds later, it was with a shudder and an engaging smile, completely lax with too many teeth. Ray tried to move away, but Fraser’s arms came up and held him close, one of his hands sneaking into Ray‘s hair, rubbing back and forth like he had been waiting for a long time to feel of it. They were a couple of certifiable whack jobs.
“Fraser?”
“Yes Ray?”
“I think you’re clothes are probably dry by now.”
“Probably.”
“You should really get them before they wrinkle.”
“I am not adverse to ironing. I am, however, adverse to not attempting this again.”
Ray smiled against Fraser’s shoulder. “I should hallucinate more often.”
End
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Title: Cure for the Flu
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Brief mentions of bad bodily functions.
Summary: Ray wakes up to find Fraser naked. He can work with that.
He was delirious, had to be. After lying alone in bed all day, playing the hot/cold game of lying in a pool of sweat and then shivering under a comforter, Ray was out his mind, that's all there was to it. Never mind that he was starting to get better and the Nyquil had finally allowed him to get some sleep. No, he was still hallucinating. Because only in the confused daze of the flu could he actually see what he was seeing.
Fraser, standing next to the bed he was currently in, dressed in nothing but a nervous smile. So if Ray was staring at Fraser's cock, it was only because it was nearly at eye-level.
"Um Fraser, is it my birthday or something?"
"Earlier you had regurgitated on my clothing and upon putting them into the wash I realized that it would be rude to don your clothing without permission."
"I seriously puked on you? Fraser, if a man pukes on you, you have every right to wear whatever he owns."
"You couldn't very well help being sick, Ray. In any case, I am fully comfortable in the nude. In Tuktoyaktuk, it is not uncommon for young men to divest themselves of clothing in the summer…”
“I feel better now, you can put on whatever you’d like,” he said, not really meaning it. He was tempted to tell Fraser that he was forbidden to wear clothing in his sight ever again. If he had known the uniform hid all that… geez, he really was feeling sick, because he was checking out Fraser, and that was not buddies.
“Well there’s really no pressing need, Ray. They will be dry in about half an hour.”
Need. Yeah, that was sure as hell the operative word here.
“You sure you wouldn’t be more comfortable in something a little more… covering? You’re not cold or anything there?”
“I feel fine. In fact, I would venture to say that I was feeling rather toasty.”
This guy was unbelievable. Well, wasn’t like he was going to kick a gift horse in the mouth, or whatever the hell you did with a free horse. Ray kicked his sheet off, ready to find something his stomach might allow him to digest, and quickly pulled the sheets back on. He was naked.
What in the hell happened while he was out of it?
“Fraser, why am I naked?”
“You asked me to take off your clothes.”
“Because I was too hot?”
“Well, no. I fear it was of a more personal nature.”
God he wished this stupid mountie would stop speaking Canadian. “What kind of a personal nature?”
Fraser hesitated, and Ray wondered if he had crapped all over himself or something equally embarrassing. “I believe your words were, ‘my dear friend Fraser, I wish to engage in sexual intercourse with you in an expedient manner.’”
Holy shit.
“In other words, I said, ‘Fuck me.’”
“Numerable times and with increasing insistence.”
“Goddamn, look, just forget that. I tend to get, uh, needy when I’m sick. I must have hallucinated that you were Stella or something.”
Fraser almost sounded amused. “I see how that mistake could have been made, though it was rather odd that you kept calling me Fraser and begged me for my male member.”
“Male member? Is that…”
“You said ‘cock’, Ray,” Fraser said succinctly, color flooding his cheeks. Ray discovered two things. One was that he had propositioned Fraser and here he still was, comfortably naked. The other was that Fraser’s cock was now standing at half-mast, its owner unaware of its sudden interest in the conversation.
Yeah, he was all over that. Besides, he could claim delirium later.
Ray threw back his sheets, sat up and grabbed Fraser’s dick. Fraser…well, Fraser fell down. It was like Ray had yelled, “Timber!“ and down the mighty oak fell. Feeling a little weak himself and not a little cock-sure what with making Benton Fraser lose all coordination, Ray slid down to the floor and slithered onto Fraser. He reclaimed Fraser’s cock, wondering if he could make the man faint with pleasure.
Apparently the falling down thing was a once-in-a-lifetime moment because Fraser pulled himself up and pulled at Ray’s legs until he was straddling Fraser’s thighs. He then grabbed Ray’s cock and brought the two together to meet each other, twining their hands together so they both were pulling at each other. Holy shit, greatness, because Fraser’s thighs were shivering underneath Ray’s ass and they were jerking each other off in tandem, breathing loud and harshly into each other’s faces. Fraser was a scant few inches from Ray’s face and Ray forced himself to look at Fraser, when what he usually did during sex was close his eyes and just enjoy the sensations.
Fraser was… awesome. If Ray had imagined this scenario before today (which he hadn’t, at least not actively, and okay, you didn’t just crawl into another guy’s lap unless you thought he was fuckable at an earlier juncture, he was man enough to admit that), he would have said that Fraser would be all militaristic, breathing nice and even, climaxing with a single manly grunt, possibly on a bed and not the goddamn floor. But Fraser looked like Ray was breaking him. His eyes were closed and his mouth was open, face twisted in pain. He was killing the guy, breaking him into smaller and smaller pieces, and Ray would have felt quite powerful if he wasn't issuing a steady stream of needy whimpers himself.
Ray looked down at their joined hands and wildly thought that it was like a magic show with their dicks. Stroke down, now you see them, stroke up, now you don’t. He would have blamed this on delirium as well except he had pissed Stella off a lot during sex, making nervous jokes and laughing at the strangest times. He had tried to explain that it was him coping with monumental events, but she thought he had been trying to excuse his disinterest in their sex life. He had learned to treat sex with respect, and he hadn’t acted like this in years.
He dearly hoped he would not laugh his way through an orgasm, because he was close and he could tell Fraser was too, judging by the heavy red color of his dick and his now stuttering grip on their cocks, like it was too much pleasure to take. Fraser opened his eyes and that was worse, because he looked at Ray all helpless and scared, and Ray had never seen Fraser this scared of anything. Ray broke eye contact, choosing instead to focus on the show below.
Fraser gasped and said, “God Ray, your hand.”
Ray gasped and came, watching in bewildered fascination as he came all over their cocks, slicking them both up, and he needed to throw away his porn collection because those tapes were never going to live up to this. His grip slackened and he maneuvered his cock away, because it was too much after he just came. Fraser’s grip became firmer, jerking his own cock like he was punishing himself and god, did Fraser think sex was supposed to be painful or something? He wondered who had fucked Fraser up that bad where he couldn’t enjoy himself getting off anymore.
Ray yanked Fraser’s hand away and replaced it with his own, figuring if he liked Ray’s hand that much, then this would be putting on a good show. Fraser fucking keened, slanting his body toward Ray, using both hands to hold himself up.
“Come on Fraser, come for me.”
“Ray, Ray, Ray…”
“I’m listening, just let go and come for me…”
“I am very well trying, Ray,” Fraser bit out, frustrated
Ray fucking burst out laughing, control gone. God, now he was an official freak show, and Fraser would never want his hand on his dick again.
Instead of looking reproving and asking Ray to remove his hand from his member, thank you kindly, Fraser laughed with him, and when he came a couple of seconds later, it was with a shudder and an engaging smile, completely lax with too many teeth. Ray tried to move away, but Fraser’s arms came up and held him close, one of his hands sneaking into Ray‘s hair, rubbing back and forth like he had been waiting for a long time to feel of it. They were a couple of certifiable whack jobs.
“Fraser?”
“Yes Ray?”
“I think you’re clothes are probably dry by now.”
“Probably.”
“You should really get them before they wrinkle.”
“I am not adverse to ironing. I am, however, adverse to not attempting this again.”
Ray smiled against Fraser’s shoulder. “I should hallucinate more often.”
End
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