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firewhiskeyficTitle: Warm Me Up
Author:amedia
I am of legal drinking age in my region: (yes/no) Yes
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom: Fraser/RayK/due South
Challenge/Prompts used: "Is it spring yet?"
Summary: Fraser and RayK keep warm in a tent.
Rating/Warnings: Explicit
Word count: 634
Author's Notes (if any): Crabbie's alcoholic ginger beer with
diet cherry Pepsi as a mixer. Written as a gift for [belatedly redacted] who got
me into this *gestures vaguely at the drink and the computer*
"Is it spring yet?" Ray Kowalski asked Benton Fraser as the latter
peered through the flaps of their tent.
"Of course, Ray, it's been spring for two weeks," said Fraser, smiling
as he looked out over the freshly-fallen snow.
"Then why is it so fucking cold?" asked Ray grumpily.
"Because you got out of bed to use the facilities" Fraser nodded toward
a very primitive setup, "and you haven't warmed back up yet."
"I'ad warm up faster if y ou were here with me instead of grinning like
an idiot at all that frozen white stuff," grumped Ray.
"Strictly speaking, snow isn't precisely frozen, Ray, although it is
made up of an array of ice crystals, which are themselves--"
"Dammit, Fraser!" yelled Ray.
"Your wish is my command," said Fraser meekly, closing thet ent flap and
wriggling back into the double sleeping bag he was sahring with Ray.
"Mmmm, that's so much better," said Ray, wrapping himself around Fraser
like a lonely octopus or other tentacled thing like an ampelopsis.
"It is indeed nice and warm in here," Fraser admitted. "But you know,
Ray, my hands are very cold from opening and closing the tent flap." Ray
put both hands around Fraser's hands, then moved them so they were on
Ray's butt where they could get warmer.
Fraser realized he was onto a good thing here. "My lips are cold too,
Ray," he said, trying to put a little whine into his voice. "And my
tongue."
"I've got something that will warm them up," said Ray. "Close your eyes,
bubbele." There was rather more moving around than Fraser expected was
necessary for a kiss; it certainly felt like his hands were moving
closer and closer, and a few moments later he found something in his
mouth that was, in fact, very warm, though not quite what he expected.
It also got firmer as he ran hiw tongue up and down its length, and he
felt very pleasant to have his lips around it.
"You like that, baby?" Ray asked, his voice no longer grumpy but fond.
He was alternately stroking Fraser's hair and petting the back of his
neck. "Oh, you're SO good at that," he crooned.
Ray's tone of voice made Fraser want to do even better. He move dhis
hands around and grapsed tightly onto Ray's hips, his thumb digging into
Ray's hipbone and his fingers splayed out along the sides.
Ray appeared to lose his capacity for coherency adn moaned as Fraser
coupled his hand movements with more tongue activity as well as
increasing the fiercity of sucking, as if he were trying to pull Ray's
cock down into his esophagus.
"Oh, yeah ..." Ray's voice formed something vaguely word-like. "Jus'
like that, baby, oh yeah." With his hands firmly on Ray's hips, Fraser
could feel him thrusting, just as he could feel the motion as Ray's cock
drove even dipper into Fraser's mouth. Fraser ran his tongue rapidly up
and down and around, and felt the spasming that presaged orgasm. Lest
Ray attempt to draw back and spare him, Fraser tightened his grip and
pulled on Ray's hips to keep him inside, feeling Ray's come jetting down
Fraser's throat as he swallowed eagerly.
Finally the two pulled slightly apart, both gasping for breath and
definitely warm. Ray made a gesture toward's fraser's nether regions and
Fraser gasped, "Later, Ray. There's no hurry."
"You may not think so, Fraser, but you're not the one with a steel bar
poking into your thigh."
"Really, Ray?" Fraser lifted the top layer of the sleeping bag and
peered down. "Well, what do you know? I suppose we could perform some
more warming exercises, as it were."
"Thought you'd never ask," said Ray, pouncing eagerly to unbutton
Fraser's union suit and unsnap his own rear flap.
Author:
amediaI am of legal drinking age in my region: (yes/no) Yes
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom: Fraser/RayK/due South
Challenge/Prompts used: "Is it spring yet?"
Summary: Fraser and RayK keep warm in a tent.
Rating/Warnings: Explicit
Word count: 634
Author's Notes (if any): Crabbie's alcoholic ginger beer with
diet cherry Pepsi as a mixer. Written as a gift for [belatedly redacted] who got
me into this *gestures vaguely at the drink and the computer*
"Is it spring yet?" Ray Kowalski asked Benton Fraser as the latter
peered through the flaps of their tent.
"Of course, Ray, it's been spring for two weeks," said Fraser, smiling
as he looked out over the freshly-fallen snow.
"Then why is it so fucking cold?" asked Ray grumpily.
"Because you got out of bed to use the facilities" Fraser nodded toward
a very primitive setup, "and you haven't warmed back up yet."
"I'ad warm up faster if y ou were here with me instead of grinning like
an idiot at all that frozen white stuff," grumped Ray.
"Strictly speaking, snow isn't precisely frozen, Ray, although it is
made up of an array of ice crystals, which are themselves--"
"Dammit, Fraser!" yelled Ray.
"Your wish is my command," said Fraser meekly, closing thet ent flap and
wriggling back into the double sleeping bag he was sahring with Ray.
"Mmmm, that's so much better," said Ray, wrapping himself around Fraser
like a lonely octopus or other tentacled thing like an ampelopsis.
"It is indeed nice and warm in here," Fraser admitted. "But you know,
Ray, my hands are very cold from opening and closing the tent flap." Ray
put both hands around Fraser's hands, then moved them so they were on
Ray's butt where they could get warmer.
Fraser realized he was onto a good thing here. "My lips are cold too,
Ray," he said, trying to put a little whine into his voice. "And my
tongue."
"I've got something that will warm them up," said Ray. "Close your eyes,
bubbele." There was rather more moving around than Fraser expected was
necessary for a kiss; it certainly felt like his hands were moving
closer and closer, and a few moments later he found something in his
mouth that was, in fact, very warm, though not quite what he expected.
It also got firmer as he ran hiw tongue up and down its length, and he
felt very pleasant to have his lips around it.
"You like that, baby?" Ray asked, his voice no longer grumpy but fond.
He was alternately stroking Fraser's hair and petting the back of his
neck. "Oh, you're SO good at that," he crooned.
Ray's tone of voice made Fraser want to do even better. He move dhis
hands around and grapsed tightly onto Ray's hips, his thumb digging into
Ray's hipbone and his fingers splayed out along the sides.
Ray appeared to lose his capacity for coherency adn moaned as Fraser
coupled his hand movements with more tongue activity as well as
increasing the fiercity of sucking, as if he were trying to pull Ray's
cock down into his esophagus.
"Oh, yeah ..." Ray's voice formed something vaguely word-like. "Jus'
like that, baby, oh yeah." With his hands firmly on Ray's hips, Fraser
could feel him thrusting, just as he could feel the motion as Ray's cock
drove even dipper into Fraser's mouth. Fraser ran his tongue rapidly up
and down and around, and felt the spasming that presaged orgasm. Lest
Ray attempt to draw back and spare him, Fraser tightened his grip and
pulled on Ray's hips to keep him inside, feeling Ray's come jetting down
Fraser's throat as he swallowed eagerly.
Finally the two pulled slightly apart, both gasping for breath and
definitely warm. Ray made a gesture toward's fraser's nether regions and
Fraser gasped, "Later, Ray. There's no hurry."
"You may not think so, Fraser, but you're not the one with a steel bar
poking into your thigh."
"Really, Ray?" Fraser lifted the top layer of the sleeping bag and
peered down. "Well, what do you know? I suppose we could perform some
more warming exercises, as it were."
"Thought you'd never ask," said Ray, pouncing eagerly to unbutton
Fraser's union suit and unsnap his own rear flap.
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Date: 2023-12-13 12:13 am (UTC)I thought it might have been poetry and was looking out for rhymes.
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Date: 2023-12-19 11:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-12-13 01:41 am (UTC)Also, this fic exhibits prime drunken spelling rules:
his: hiw, dhis
ampelopsis: ampelopsis
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Date: 2023-12-15 12:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-12-19 11:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-12-16 02:59 am (UTC)I nearly choked on my beer when I got to where your Ray calls Fraser "bubbele". Yiddish-speaking!Ray.
And this line really did sound like "Fraser-speak": I suppose we could perform some more warming exercises, as it were.
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Date: 2023-12-19 11:52 pm (UTC)I first ran into that word in a Lord Peter Wimsey short story when I was a kid and just glommed onto it. I typed it v-e-r-y slowly, but had no trouble spelling it ... as opposed to a LOT of other words!
I nearly choked on my beer when I got to where your Ray calls Fraser "bubbele". Yiddish-speaking!Ray. It just felt natural to have him do that! I remembered talking with you about the possibility of Ray having a Jewish background and it bubbled right up into the fic!
And describing a line of dialogue as really sounding like Fraser-speak is high praise indeed!!! Thank you! ♥
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Date: 2023-12-21 12:24 am (UTC)