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silverakira has this due South does Fight Club icon that I worship and I told her if she was very good I would write her porn for it. What can I say, I'm easy. Also, for

serialkarma. Titled for one of my favoritest Charlatans songs ever and incorporating one of my favoritest kinks ever, with no plot whatsoever because it's my birthday-weekend and I can do whatever the hell I want.

due South
RayK/Fraser

I Never Want an Easy Life If Me and Him Were Ever to Get There

Ray's fucking Fraser with his fingers -- two fingers to be more precise, two of the luckiest fingers in Chicago, and Ray could say something about one finger being too few to do anything but tease and three being too many to do anything but graduate directly to cock-in-ass action -- but that would require thinking.

Ray's not really into thinking -- he's much more of a fuck Fraser now, and then fuck again later person. Ray wants Fraser on his back, working himself into a state on Ray's cock, and then he wants Fraser on his knees, pushing back against Ray's thrusts.

Ray wants Fraser riding his cock with his gorgeous, tight ass and jerking himself off while Ray watches.

Ray wants to watch Fraser jerk off, period.

Ray also wants to feel Fraser. He wants to know the rough hairs around his cock and the soft, thickness of the hair on his head. He wants to lick Fraser's neck and the sweaty small of his back, he wants to rub the soft skin on the inside of Fraser's forearms and lick the inside of his arm.

Ray wants it all. More importantly he wants to enjoy it -- all of it.

The way Ray sees it, most people are always rushing through things. They go from A to B to C and think that one orgasm is the big finish. Ray can have one measly orgasm in the shower whenever he wants -- this, this fucking Fraser with his fingers and feeling them glide and stroke is so much better.

This is drinking six-Smartie coffee for breakfast and spending the morning watching the clock for eleven a.m. This is watching Fraser walk through the door with Dief on his heels and thinking about nothing but what's underneath all those layers that protect Fraser from other people's wandering fingers. Having his fingers up Fraser's ass is the result of seven hours of Ray keeping his hands to himself, except for that quick grope in that alley and that lip-licking thing that Fraser did that almost ruined Ray's jeans.

This is what happens when Ray suffers through indignity after indignity and wishing he was that wall Fraser was licking earlier.

Ray gets this -- he gets Fraser in his bed, and against his front door. He gets large, capable hands slipping underneath the waistband of his jeans while he fumbles his keys and then -- once inside -- his shirt pushed under his armpits, while Fraser yanks down his pants and sucks him off with that sweet, not-so-pure mouth.

Ray's reward is a wet tongue licking his dick like it's a lollipop and swirling around the head until Ray thinks his brain is going to come out his cock.

Ray goes through a lot to find himself here in the evening, splayed on his bed with Fraser underneath him, and now that they're here, Ray's really in no rush. He's had his dick sucked, and okay, so he's humping against the mattress a little because 'Hey, fucking Fraser here', but who really wants to think when Ray's kneeling on the bed between Fraser's thighs, and he's got Fraser's left leg resting on his shoulder? Exactly.

Ray's kinda torn between licking the inside of Fraser's thigh and watching as his fingers slide in and out and back inside Fraser -- because 'Hey, Fraser sweat and Fraser's ass'. Plus, Fraser's making these noises. Tiny, whimpering, I'm-a-tough-dirt-licking-Mountie-who-fears-nothing-but-really-likes-being-fucked noises.

Ray's just along for the ride. He's just nipping at pale skin and curling his fingers a little to make Fraser arch into his fingers. Fraser's smooth and hot, but there are little ridges that Ray can feel with the tips of his fingers, these are the places that Ray can't get to with his tongue.

Ray really can't talk badly anymore about Fraser licking dirt when Ray has licked Fraser's asshole -- on more than one occasion -- but this is different, and Ray's soaked with sweat and saliva and lube. He's slipping on his cotton sheets because lube is the best thing in the world when Ray's fucking Fraser or getting fucked by Fraser.

Lube is truly Ray's best friend -- except for Fraser's who's petting his hair and his face in between gripping at Ray's sheets, and there's that spot that makes Fraser whimper even louder.

Yeah, no thinking for Ray -- just fucking. In and out and in again, and if somebody had once told Stanley Raymond Kowalski that he would have his fingers up his partner's ass before he transferred to the two-seven and became Stanley Raymond Vecchio Kowalski -- yeah, he'd probably have kicked'em in the head. And enjoyed it. But that was before -- when he was with Stella and he's not with Stella anymore. He's with Fraser now, and Fraser's hot and tight around the fingers of Ray's left hand, and it's nothing but greatness and fucking and licking and more fucking -- Ray's going to fuck Fraser every way he can.

And yeah, Fraser's moaning something about something, but Ray's kind of busy right now fucking Fraser's ass, and it's so hot between Fraser's legs, musky and damp and the heat is stifling, but Ray can't bring himself to care. He could die fucking Fraser's perfect ass, feeling Fraser's heat wrapped around his fingers, and his only complaint would be that if he was dead he couldn't have this anymore.

He pulls his fingers out for a moment and Fraser makes a noise at the loss, but it's cut off when Ray grips his thighs and pushes them farther apart. Ray's mouth is dry, but he presses a kiss to the tiny furl, and he can feel it flutter underneath his lips. A swipe of his tongue and Fraser bucks up like he's been shot. Ray grips harder to keep Fraser still, but he pauses to watch when Fraser begins stroking himself with short, sharp movements.

He can smell them -- the sweat and the come and even more sweat. Ray's sheets used to smell like fabric softener and him, but now they smell like them, all the time -- and even when Ray reluctantly washes his sheets, they still smell like them, which is what Ray wants. Always.

When Fraser comes in short, white spurts over his fist, Ray shudders and loosens his grip on Fraser's thighs. Ray's orgasms aren't always like falling off a fire escape and landing on his back, and this time it's quiet and radiates through his body in waves like a warm drink in his stomach.

He crawls up Fraser's body slowly and languidly, and the kiss they share isn't rushed at all. It's all leisure and unhurried tongues flickering against each other, and for someone who's spent his life hurrying to get someplace, Ray thinks this thing with Fraser has taught him everything he could ever need to know about being patient.

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dS - I Never Want an Easy Life If Me and Him Were Ever to Get There

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