New F/K Snippet: Dancing Blind (NC-17)

[arrow00]

Title: Dancing Blind
Author: arrow00
Pairing: Fraser/RayK
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 702
Warnings: Cop/Mountie sex!
Categories: ER, PWP
Notes: This was written for the ds_flashfiction Dancing Challenge.
It really is the only way I figured Fraser could dance.


Dancing Blind

By Arrow


Fraser has Ray flat on his back. Usually Ray won't allow that—he prefers being on top of Fraser, or on his belly being taken from behind, but Fraser was feeling a little...not impatient, but there's no really good word for what he felt when he woke up to Ray's hand on him and saw, in the low glimmer of light from the street, the expression on Ray's face.

He's ready. The words floated without meaning through Fraser's mind upon awakening, and then thought took a back seat, because Ray's hand was twisting slowly, the heel of his palm excruciatingly warm and hard, riding Fraser's foreskin.

And Fraser, this once, didn't lie back and let Ray have his way with him (force of nature, force of Ray being so powerful, there never seemed to be any point) but instead he moved fast, grabbing the teasing hand and twisting on top of Ray to pin him down.

Ray probably didn't even realize Fraser was awake, because he let out a surprised gasp.

And now Fraser has him on his back, his right hand (his gun hand, his cuff hand) trapped within Fraser's grip just beneath Ray's hip. Fraser's other hand is busy doing unspeakable things (but Fraser can speak them in his mind, whisper of the soft heat his fingers find within Ray's body, the only soft part about him, still open and wet from earlier use) and Ray is squirming and hasn't stopped gasping since Fraser began this madness. It is silent, in the dark, but for that, and the wet sounds of Fraser's mouth on Ray's erection and his fingers sliding, in and out.

Ray twitches in his mouth and leaks fluid. Fraser moves his fingers in the same pattern, pressing around and in and up, and Ray jerks and now moans softly into the quiet air.

Pulling away, Fraser rises and reaches into the night stand. Ray starts to turn over, but Fraser stops him.

"No." It's the first word he's spoken.

Ray settles back again, a nervous shadow.

Fraser reaches under Ray's hips and raises him easily, making it seem effortless, wanting Ray to feel the strength of his arms as he lifts him into position. Then Fraser slides into him, so smoothly the only resistance is the tight grasp of muscle ringing his hardness. Ray's body pulls him in deeper in an involuntary spasm, and he gasps again, but doesn't speak, so Fraser starts to move his hips.

It's good this way, face to face, dancing blind. The only dancing he truly excels at, and he's not sure why Ray ever denied him this. Ray danced with her, and Fraser had to watch, had to bite his cheek, tasting bitterness. But now Ray dances with him, moving with him, and Fraser feels the rhythm without thinking, guided by pleasure. He lowers himself and Ray's legs sprawl wide and loose as Fraser thrusts, again and again, the heat of Ray's panting teasing the hair on his forehead, Ray's hands clawing at Fraser's shoulders.

"I can't. I can't," Ray mutters, sounding desperate, but he can, he does—he arches helplessly, trembling in the arc of Fraser's arms, and he spills hotly between them, making a sound Fraser has never heard before. It pierces the quiet, enters Fraser's ears and rushes down his spine, and he climaxes, holding his breath.

Eventually, reluctantly, he loosens his grip, rising to dispose of the condom and to swipe the corner of the sheet over them both—a careless, wasted effort. They are both damp and sticking together wherever they touch.

Ray's hand slides to Fraser's thigh and squeezes him impatiently. Fraser settles back down. He touches his knuckles to Ray's temple.

"Why—?" Fraser wants to ask, but chokes it off. Why, at last? Why now?

Ray shrugs against him and answers anyway, his voice sounding thick and strange. "I woke up. You were here."

"I'm here," Fraser answers stupidly. "I'll always be here." He automatically takes Ray's hand (his right hand, his ring hand) and brings it to his chest to hold it there.

"Yeah." Ray presses close, his forehead bumping against Fraser's.

"I finally figured that out."



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2007.07.10

Comments

[spuffyduds.livejournal.com]

So beautiful. Astounding hot, and so much more happening than the porn, too. Phew.

[arrow00.livejournal.com]

Thanks, spuff.

[aoudafogg.livejournal.com]

oooo very nice! Loved Fraser's thought trails . . .and the way he was reacting to Ray :) Thanks for a delicious read :)

[arrow00.livejournal.com]

You are quite welcome. And thank you for reading...

[iadorespike]

It's good this way, face to face, dancing blind. The only dancing he truly excels at, and he's not sure why Ray ever denied him this.

"Why—?" Fraser wants to ask, but chokes it off. Why, at last? Why now?

Ray shrugs against him and answers anyway, his voice sounding thick and strange. "I woke up. You were here."

"I'm here," Fraser answers stupidly. "I'll always be here."

Oh Ray, Ray, Ray...how can you doubt Fraser? *sigh* Thanks so much - what a lovely, emotional dance. I think that Ray may have learned a new step or two...nice. :)

Anna

[arrow00.livejournal.com]

I think it's easy to doubt when you've had someone like Stella twisting up your insides for a while. :)

I'm so glad you enjoyed. Thank you, Anna.

[iadorespike]

Hmph. *The Stella* Not my fave in ANY way - I tend to try to pretend she doesn't exist. Unfortunately, she's so pushy she's damned hard to ignore. *sigh*

I really am enjoying your writing, BTW, but I find you very hard to write fb for...I want to quote almost everything you've written back to you. Sheesh. It takes me forever to whittle down to bare bones. It's a combination of my failings and your amazing skills, I'm afraid. I currently have 4 fics read that I've yet to send you fb for. Three TS and one dS. :( I really will get it done soon...promise!

Anna *hugs*

[arrow00.livejournal.com]

My sweet! As much as I adore hearing what worked for you, I don't want you feeling guilty or whatever, making fb a chore. I just like to know I'm not shouting into the void--anything further is gravy.

And thank you for reading, and enjoying. This is my pleasure.

Yes, Stella is really, really annoying. I might have to write a fic where she gets her comeuppance. :D

[beledibabe.livejournal.com]

G.U.H.

::makes high-pitched, keening sounds::

Yowza.

[nos4a2no9.livejournal.com]

Hahaha, your icon kills me.

[arrow00.livejournal.com]

It's hilarious. That expression is...well, priceless.

[viciouscats.livejournal.com]

I have only two things to say: GUH and AWW. *flails*

[arrow00.livejournal.com]

And YAY. :)

[etcetera-cat.livejournal.com]

... guh.

[arrow00.livejournal.com]

Hee. I just imagined Ray forced to his back and it was like shooting fishies.

[eledhwenlin]

*whimpers* Perfect. :D

[arrow00.livejournal.com]

Thank you kindly. :)

[nos4a2no9.livejournal.com]

Oh, this was so, so lovely. I love the idea of Ray resisting face-to-face sex, and Fraser waiting patiently until the day comes when everything changes. I adore Ray's response to Fraser's hesitant question ("I woke up. You were here.") and this:

"I'm here," Fraser answers stupidly. "I'll always be here." He automatically takes Ray's hand (his right hand, his ring hand) and brings it to his chest to hold it there.

"Yeah." Ray presses close, his forehead bumping against Fraser's.

"I finally figured that out."

is a great reversal of the way the insecurities of both men usually play out in canon. What a great idea to have Ray be concerned that Fraser will leave. And the use of that ring hand...*happy sigh* We're just big ol' gushy romantics, aren't we? Thanks for yet another great piece!

[arrow00.livejournal.com]

We're just big ol' gushy romantics, aren't we?

Yes, we are a hopeless, lost lost cause. Glorying in our doom. :)

Thank you, sweet pea.

[zabira.livejournal.com]

This is SO sexy, I think my brain actually turned completely OFF for a second there. The details are great ("his gun hand, his cuff hand" is a lovely aside, for example), and I love that the porn communicates an emotional connection.

[arrow00.livejournal.com]

Thanks! That's the kind of porn I love reading best, myself.

[brigantine.livejournal.com]

Okay there's the lovely so-intimate porn ('cause porn isn't always intimate), where I think I drooled a little bit:

(but Fraser can speak them in his mind, whisper of the soft heat his fingers find within Ray's body, the only soft part about him, still open and wet from earlier use)

And then there's the OhmygoodnessRayfinallygetsthatit'sokaytoletFraserthatclose--yaaaayyy! moment:

but he can, he does—he arches helplessly, trembling in the arc of Fraser's arms, and he spills hotly between them, making a sound Fraser has never heard before. It pierces the quiet, enters Fraser's ears and rushes down his spine, and he climaxes, holding his breath.

And then I grinned stupidly and hoped none of my office mates was looking. Dude. *turns red*

Thank you!

[arrow00.livejournal.com]

Yay, drool! Thank you. I hope you escaped detection. :)

[dessert-first.livejournal.com]

he woke up to Ray's hand on him and saw, in the low glimmer of light from the street, the expression on Ray's face.

"He's ready." The words floated without meaning through Fraser's mind

Oh. Just beautiful. Lovely and intimate and slow and gorgeous.

[arrow00.livejournal.com]

Thank you kindly. Some things only happen late at night...

[mickeymvt.livejournal.com]

I just... wowza, so hot, so intimate, yet there is an emotional element here that makes this so much more than a pwp. Ray finally getting that he can trust Fraser to always be there is the true climax here, rather than the physical one.

[arrow00.livejournal.com]

Thanks, mickey! I think you are spot-on.

[j-s-cavalcante.livejournal.com]

Ohhh...that's not a PWP, honey! That's a short story! Just beautiful. And ohmygod hot in the most poetic way.

So many lines just made me flail:

Usually Ray won't allow that—he prefers being on top of Fraser, or on his belly being taken from behind

I don't know why that gets to me, but it does. Ray not allowing. Ray being taken. So angsty-hot.

And now Fraser has him on his back, his right hand (his gun hand, his cuff hand) trapped within Fraser's grip

His gun hand, his cuff hand--oh....

Ray settles back again, a nervous shadow.

God, I love that image. Like Ray's this insubstantial thing, just a shadow until Fraser touches him again. *sighs*

Ray danced with her, and Fraser had to watch, had to bite his cheek, tasting bitterness.

And, ow! oh, god, yes, poor Fraser!

And then hothothot, and...

"I'm here," Fraser answers stupidly. "I'll always be here."

And the gun hand becomes the ring hand. And the reason Ray wouldn't lie on his back is that he hadn't figured that out till now. *sighs*

This piece is gorgeous from head to toe. As always, I just adore your F/K fiction. *hearts you big time*

[arrow00.livejournal.com]

Thanks, sweet pea. Yeah, I've never been able to write a PWP that was only sex. My brain keeps getting in the way (just ask my boytoy.)

Unfortunately, I totally screwed up and didn't understand the posting rules for ds_flashfiction, so I posted my story in the wrong place and got admin-spanked. I've had to make this posting private temporarily.

Thanks for the kindly note. I *love* your image of Ray "this insubstantial thing, just a shadow until Fraser touches him again" Oh, wow. That's all you, baby. You're a better reader than I am a writer.

*smishes you*

[vickitub.livejournal.com]

Oh WOW *sniffs* beautiful