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Fraser braced his hands on either side of Ray's shoulders and tried to halt
his lean. "Ray . . . "
Ray had his hand
tangled in his lanyard, which shouldn't have been enough to overcome his stability.
It might have been the heat, sliding in the open windows of Ray's apartment;
it was almost 2 am and still over 90 degrees. It might have been the creeping,
maddening tension that had been plaguing Fraser for some months now. It could
have been the full moon but it was probably the supple, lanky way Ray was leaning
against the wall just inside his apartment door.
please don't--" he said, locking his shoulders and--when they threatened
to give way--his knees as well.
"You know you're
crazy, right?" Ray was smiling but his eyes, washed of all color in the
diffuse silver light of the moon, were worried. A dark v of sweat stained his
T-shirt and spread from beneath the lines of his gun holster, Fraser licked
his own lip, tasting the sourness of his sweat--he was sick, in some undefined
way--and jerked back, choking on the lanyard like a hooked fish. He gasped and
caught scent of Ray, the strong smell of sweat and body warm leather was overwhelming,
pungently unique and Fraser jerked again.
he panted. "A freak, am I not?"
Ray reached out slowly to touch his face and Fraser angled frantically away,
eyes wild. "But something else, Frase, what's wrong? Something's wrong
with you, something's really wrong."
me!" Fraser's voice broke, nearly panic stricken. He knew he couldn't stand
it, if Ray touched him. Not when they were so close, not when Ray smelled
like he did now. Not when Fraser could feel the poisonous build of his own raw
darkness seething so close to the surface.
The heat the past
few weeks had been unrelenting, as had his duties. The Consulate had been vicious
in its boredom and his work with Ray had been far too full of blood and death
and violence. Fraser felt poisoned, full of restlessness and hunger with no
outlet. He felt like he had with Victoria and he was terrified. He couldn't
go back there. He couldn't allow himself to feel that way again. Fraser was
trying desperatly to feel nothing at all.
Ray's hand fell
to his collar and the riiip of Velcro made Fraser lunge away, lanyard
hissing through Ray's fingers. Fraser bolted for the door; he needed his uniform
despite the heavy weight of it, perhaps because of it. It held him down, locked
him away. Kept him safe.
Ray body blocked him into the back of the couch, hooking an elbow under Fraser's
flailing arm and flipping him around to grab at his jacket and yank. Fraser
had 30 pounds on him and 13 years as a peace officer; Ray had his wiry speed,
a street fighter's instinct and neither of them were holding back. Brass buttons
popped over the floor as Ray twisted Fraser's jacket open underneath the Sam
Browne then Fraser slammed Ray up against the wall, snarling in his face.
"Let me go,"
Fraser said roughly, though his hands were clenched brusingly on Rays shoulders,
pinning him at arms length. This had to stop. He knew it had to stop, now .
. . or it wouldn't stop.
Ray was breathing hard, eyes dark, sweat like tears on his face. "You run,
I follow, you fight, I fight ya and win. You ain't getting away from me. Not
want this." Fraser hissed, voice tight with fear and--something darker;
anger, hunger. There was a bruise rising on his chin where Ray's elbow had caught
him while they struggled and the dull ache only goaded him on.
"Yes I do."
Ray's hand settled, lightly, oddly tender, on Fraser's face, sweaty palm cupping
his equally sweaty cheek. Fraser twisted his head slightly, still holding Ray's
gaze in his own and dragged his tongue over Ray's angular thumb. Ray's eyes
went, if possible, darker still--nothing but black pupil and a thin line of
silver in the night. Heat rushed to the surface of Fraser's skin, he knew he
was blushing, but not from embarrassment. Ray's scent surround him and the stutter
of his breathing drew him. He couldn't hold the tide back any longer and let
it drag him down.
Ray's mouth was
surrendering under his own but Fraser still bit his lip before slicking his
tongue inside. Heat, there was so much heat; the skin along his back marched
in chills and he moaned, breathing harshly through his nose as he felt Ray's
hands yanking his uniform off. The Sam Browne clattered heavily by their boots
and Ray twisted his face aside to gasp for breath. Fraser dragged his tongue
along Ray's rough jawline then wrapped his lips around Ray's earlobe, beginning
got ya, I got ya," Ray gasped, one hand knotted hard in Fraser's hair the
other skimming over his hot body, gripping his waist as Fraser ground hard against
they rhythm of Ray's hips. Ray was hard. Ray was hard. The animal whine
slipping from Fraser's throat as he tongued the soft bit of flesh in his mouth
frightened him, he couldnt imagine what Ray thought if it.
But Ray didn't struggle,
his legs slipped apart as he leaned against the wall, giving Fraser a welcome
cradle to fit himself to. Ray's hand loosened in his hair, stroking him, petting
soothingly. "S'okay Frase, let it go. I'm here. Let go."
Fraser begged roughly into Ray's ear. His hands were twisting in Ray's shirt,
dragging it aside, he couldn't understand why it wouldn't come off. "I
need--oh, god--I c-can't stop this. I can't--I can't control this. Need--need
so much. Need so badly."
okay," Ray dragged at one of Fraser's hands, putting it under his shirt
so Fraser could touch the hot, wet skin. Fraser groaned and opened his mouth
against the pulse in Ray's throat. It raced under his tongue; he couldn't stop
licking it. Ray's head thumped against the wall, throaty moans humming against
Fraser's hand on his chest, softly against his searching mouth.
"I don't want
to hurt you," Fraser gasped, then bit hard on Ray's collarbone, a gathering
shudder wracked Ray's body but the sound he made was one of pleasure. Another
scent was rising amid the sweat and leather and wool; one that brought Fraser's
already swollen erection to a painfully rigid state. A heavy, male scent, Ray's
excitement, Ray's lust. Fraser dropped his forehead to Ray's shoulder, inhaling
deeply, eyes fluttering closed. It was such a maddening scent; it almost hurt
to breathe it. Fraser couldn't get enough of it. "Ray, Ray, Ray--make this
work--make this--I have to have something, *please* . . .."
Ray's hand tightened in his hair again, dragging at him, pulling. He hooked
a boot behind Fraser's heel, unbalancing him. "Get down. Frase, get down
Fraser's knees folded
and he dropped to the floor with a grunt then buried his face in the crotch
of Ray's not terribly clean jeans. He locked his hands on Ray's thigh, rubbing
his cheek against the strong length caught in the left leg of Ray's pants and
making incoherent noises of desperation. Ray's hands were there then, unbuttoning
the snap, pulling down the zipper, exposing himself, offering himself to Fraser.
yes," Fraser chanted, too disoriented to do anything but watch, hands kneading
Ray's thighs brusingly hard. This was what he needed. He was salivating,
raw with a hunger that had nothing to do with food and everything to do with
the tight ache that swept through him then gathered hot and heavy between his
Ray pushed at his
underwear, pulling his penis free. His other hand yanked at Fraser's hair. "Look
at me," he gasped. Fraser dragged his eyes from Ray's glorious length to
look up to his face. Ray was all sharp angles and slick skin in the moonlight,
his mouth looked swollen and dark--right now, Fraser only felt a hot satisfaction
at knowing he'd done that--and his eyes were in deep shadow. "You are so
fucking beautiful. I want you to eat me. I want you to take everything
you need, Fraser. Take it, take it."
Ray's hand moved
in time with his words, jacking himself and Fraser leaned forward. He licked
at Ray's fingers, wrapped his lips around his penis, he licked at the hot, salty
tip, he licked at everything he could reach. It was so good, the strong sweat
and precome taste had Fraser groaning in pleasure. Ray's smell was overwhelming
here; he was drowning in it and never wanted to breathe again. He caught the
tip of Ray's penis between his lips, slipping his tongue over the head and pulled
it in. Ray keened softly and his hips arched forward, pushing and Fraser sucked
hungrily, taking what was offered. In a moment he grunted in frustration, Ray's
hand remained wrapped around the shaft; he wanted all of it. He tried to push
Ray's fingers away with his tongue but Ray only pumped his fist, letting Fraser
take only so much and no more.
Fraser's hands tightened
on Ray's jeans, tugging at them. He could feel the toe of Ray's boot digging
into his left knee and the hard grip on his hair excited him. He growled low
in his throat, pushing against Ray's wet hand again with his lips, head bobbing.
"You want more,
yeah?" Ray gasped. Fraser nodded around his penis and slicked his tongue
slow over the curve of his glans. Ray twitched and whimpered. "Unbutton
your pants, Frase. Get 'em open."
his eyes tight shut, Fraser reached down to unfasten his jodhpurs.
"Get yer cock
out, for me." Ray breathed. He nudged his fist against Fraser's mouth,
keeping him from going further down on his slick, hot penis. "Put yer hand
on it--ahh--put both hands on it."
Only when Fraser
had wrapped his hand around his own stiff penis, rising eagerly from the open
v of his pants, did Ray shift his hand. He let go of his penis, pressing his
hand flat to his crotch, fingertips rubbing his tight scrotum. Fraser sank deeper
onto Ray's shaft with a muffled, wet moan. Ray's hips nudged gently, rhythmically,
giving Fraser a pattern to work with. His other hand soothed through Fraser's
sweat damp hair and his groans of lust were mixed with soft encouragement, his
voice falling reassuringly around Fraser.
It was so good,
the stroke and stroke and stroke of Ray's penis in his mouth. Fraser could tongue
it and suck it and *taste* it and Ray only encouraged him, only moaned in pleasure,
gave him more. It was so good, it was what he needed and Fraser could feel something
cruel and painful unknot inside himself. Unconsciously, his own hands picked
up the rhythm of Ray's thrust and Fraser began to jack his own penis, one hand
slipping into the hot darkness to cup and roll his testicles. Ray must have
felt the brush of Fraser's forearm against his shin because he groaned deeply,
head thumping against the wall again. Fraser tasted a strong dribble of precome
in his mouth and swallowed eagerly.
He leaned closer,
nose pressing repeatedly against the back of Ray's hand. They were moving faster
now, the wet sound of his mouth obscene in the late night. Fraser's body thrummed,
shivers rushing through him, gathering in little, reflexive jerks between his
legs. His penis felt enormous and he could feel Ray's twitching, swelling harder
still, in his mouth.
"Oh, oh, oh--take
it, take it, Frase--gonna come, gonna, gonna, gonna come," Ray chanted,
body arching like a drawn bow. Fraser moaned, pressing in tight and hungry,
wild for it, mad for it. He pumped himself hard, hips snapping Ray was keening
above him and his hand was a hard fist in his hair again.
Ray snapped forward
with a brief scream and pulsed strong and sour into Fraser's sucking mouth.
Fraser swallowed and swallowed, choking, crying out, on fire, coming in a wild
flood, burning, lights rushing behind his closed lids as he sprayed semen wildly
between his own fingers.
Fraser abruptly jerked back with a cry, Ray's twitching penis slithering past his lips and down his chin as he wailed. The crush of sudden sobs stunned him; Fraser couldnt stop himself, shocked and shamed by the tears, wracked by a storm of weeping.
Ray slid down the
wall, grabbing Fraser in a hard, hot hug. He didn't tell Fraser to stop; he
didn't ask him any questions. Ray just pressed Fraser's face into his the crook
of his neck and rocked him back and forth, one hand stroking his shaking back.
"I got ya,"
he murmured into Fraser's hair, voice still rough with climax. "I got ya,
Frase. S'okay. I got ya."
"Oh, god, god,"
Fraser gasped, pushing his face into the dark sweaty skin of Ray's neck. "Don't
let go. Don't let go."