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mrsronweasley) wrote2006-07-21 08:08 am
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more of the same
So, I'm having kind of one of the crappiest mornings ever, and I wanted to ask you guys:
Distract me?
I know you people love, say, oh, comment porn. Or whatever else. Or just saying silly things, because it's LJ and we're all silly. So, if you feel distracting me and just chatting, feel free. This a chat-friendly, porn-friendly, anything-goes kind of zone.
Starting...now.
Distract me?
I know you people love, say, oh, comment porn. Or whatever else. Or just saying silly things, because it's LJ and we're all silly. So, if you feel distracting me and just chatting, feel free. This a chat-friendly, porn-friendly, anything-goes kind of zone.
Starting...now.
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Mmmm. RayK and hard-on. Nice.
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HEH.
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"Hard-on?" Fraser inquired.
"You know, a grudge." Ray headed into the kitchen.
"Ah. A grievance. A vendetta. Lingering hard feelings."
"Whatever." Ray ducked his head into the fridge. "What, you never heard of a hard-on before?" He turned around with a beer in one hand and a carton of milk in the other.
"Well," Fraser said, accepting the carton of milk and reaching for a glass, "yes, I have." He turned slightly pink. "But not in that sense."
"What, you thought the guy was popping a woody over me?" Ray laughed. "Trust me, Fraser, that's the last thing that'd ever happen." He twisted the top off his beer bottle and made a three point shot into the trash can across the room.
"Popping a woody," Fraser said, looking bemused.
"Jesus, Fraser, don't they talk English up there in Canada? And don't make me explain that one to you."
"No, Ray, that won't be necessary. I'm not familiar with that particular expression, but it clearly refers to a man's penis becoming erect." Yeah, Fraser was definitely blushing now.
"We have got to work on your vocabulary, Fraser. You're old enough now, you can say cock. I bet if you worked up to it slow, you could even say fuck."
Something changed in Fraser's eyes, and suddenly the room seemed a lot smaller. And a little warmer.
"What, you're not gonna tell me to clean up my language?"
Fraser took a step toward him, and the pink in his cheeks was looking less like a blush and more like a flush, and holy crap there was a lot more difference between those things than one letter of the alphabet. "It's true, Ray, that in the past I have asked you to mind your language." He took another step closer, and the room got hotter. "However, that was not so much because I objected to your use of the vernacular in certain instances as it was because I wished to avoid the potential consequences of hearing you say those words in that particular setting."
Fraser lifted the beer out of Ray's unresisting grip and set it gently on the kitchen counter.
Ray looked down. Wow. "Consequences."
"Yes." Fraser's voice was low and husky. "It seems that hearing you say things like hard-on and cock has a certain… effect on me that I felt could be inappropriate under certain circumstances."
Ray swallowed hard, still staring. "Hard-on."
Fraser took one more step closer, giving Ray a close look at the subject in question. "Slang expression for an erect… cock."
Ray looked up just in time to see Fraser lick his lower lip, leaving it wet and shiny. "And what if I said fuck?"
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So hot, and they haven't even DONE anything yet. Jesus.
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Ray looked at Fraser's mouth and thought impossible things about kissing him and licking him and sucking on his tongue, and his pants got too tight fast as his own cock pulsed and swelled. "Oh, fuck."
"Yes," Fraser whispered against Ray's lips. "Oh, yes."
Ray wondered wildly what Fraser was saying yes to, the word or the… thing. Doing it. Fucking. Fucking Ray. Ray fucking Fraser. "Fuck," he whispered desperately. "Jesus. God. Fuck." And then Fraser was kissing him and he couldn't talk any more, he could only gasp while his hands fumbled blindly, not sure where to land, what he was allowed to touch.
He hadn't thought Fraser could get any closer, but then he felt Fraser's arms around him and Fraser's hands on his ass and Fraser's cock – erection – hard-on – a shocking hardness against his own and he moaned, a low, breathless sound that trailed off into something close to a whimper when Fraser reached between them and cupped Ray's cock in his big, hot hand.
"Ray," Fraser whispered against his lips. "I want to suck you."
Ray really did whimper then.
Fraser dropped to his knees, deftly opening Ray's pants and pulling out his cock. He looked up at Ray. "May I?"
Ray wasn't sure why he hadn't already come all over Fraser's hand. He nodded.
"Say it, Ray," Fraser said, drifting soft kisses all over Ray's shaft. "Say it for me."
It him a moment to find his voice. "Suck my cock, Fraser."
Fraser groaned, long and low and hungry, and took Ray into his mouth, one hand working to open his own pants.
"Oh, yeah," Ray breathed as Fraser swirled his tongue around the head of his cock. "Lick it. I like your tongue on my dick."
Fraser had his own cock in hand now and was working it steadily, moaning almost constantly, the vibrations making Ray's balls draw up tight.
"Oh, fuck, Fraser, you're gonna make me come. I'm gonna come in your mouth. Suck me, suck my cock, come in your mouth, Fraser, Jesus, God, fuck, fuck!" Ray's head fell back and his orgasm seared through him, his cock pulsing hard into the wet heat of Fraser's mouth, working and sucking and swallowing around him.
He looked down just in time to see Fraser shoot off, come splattering all over the floor, and his throaty wail drew another pulse of white hot pleasure from Ray's cock.
Ray got dizzy for a moment until Fraser's gasping reminded him that he was supposed to be breathing. He sucked in a few big lungfulls and felt a little steadier. He reached down and ran his fingers through Fraser's thick, mink-brown hair.
"Jesus, Fraser," he said.
Fraser gently released Ray's cock from his mouth and leaned his forehead against Ray's belly, holding on to his thigh with a hand that trembled just a little.
"You get like this when anybody swears?" Ray asked, softly caressing Fraser's ear. "Because you know, that could get really awkward down at the two-seven."
Fraser looked up, debauched and disheveled and looking more than a little stoned. "No, Ray," he said. "This phenomenon appears to be specific to you."
"Well," Ray said. "That's good. That's good, then." And he smiled.
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That's good, then, too.
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TYK
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THANK YOU. You are amazing. So- fucking- HOT.
Nnnrgh.
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Oh, dear. My brain just dribbled out my ears.
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OMG, I love you! I love that confusion and hesitation! This whole thing! ♥ ♥ ♥
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*melts* That was so good.
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OH FRASER.
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omguh...
*mops self off floor*