Hold Back the Dawn
by Blarney Stone
Rated NC-17
BF/RK m/m explicit
"Will you be all right, Ray?" Fraser asked his partner as
they stood by his apartment door.
"Yeah, yeah, sure no problem," Ray answered, fumbling
through his jacket for his keys. "Look Fraser, I'm sorry
about that scene earlier. . "
"I understand, Ray."
"Yeah, okay, I'll see you tomorrow."
"Well then, until tomorrow." As he turned to go, Fraser
felt a slight tug on the sleeve of his flannel jacket. He
looked back at Ray, who was holding onto his arm, but
seemed unable to look him in the eye. "Ray?"
"If you want to stay for awhile. . " Ray's eyes darted up
quickly to gaze at Fraser, then back down again. Taking a
deep breath, he said, "It's just that. . I heard some
rumours."
Fraser frowned. "What sort of rumours?"
"About you and Vecchio."
"Ah," he sighed.
"Fraser, I'm alone and you're alone and if any of those
rumours are true.. It's not like I'm asking for a
commitment or anything. I like you and you like me and I
don't want to be alone tonight. . " Ray stopped, having run
out of words.
Fraser rubbed his forhead tiredly. "Ray, I'm .. "
"Oh God, it's not true. The rumours aren't true and I've
just made an ass of myself," Ray said, shaking his head in
embarassment. "Real good, Ray. Open mouth, insert foot.
Forget the whole thing Fraser, I'm delirious." He unlocked
the door, and started inside.
"Wait Ray. Those rumours are true."
Ray looked into the mountie's clear blue eyes and saw the
unhappiness there. "Oh, I get it. You don't want to be with
me."
"You don't understand. Ray Vecchio and I have a
relationship," Fraser
explained, blushing slightly.
"But he's gone."
"Well, not permantly."
"But he's gone now, and you're alone, which brings us back
to me being alone, which brings us to you spending the
night and neither one of us being alone." Ray closed his
eyes and reached out. His hand came in contact with solid
mass of Fraser's chest. Ray smiled as the heat of the man's
body seeped through the jacket and warmed his cold fingers.
"I can't Ray."
"Why?"
"I can't," Fraser answered, helplessly. If only Ray would
open his eyes, he thought. Standing there, eyes closed with
that enigmatic smile on his face, he looked for all the
world like a lover, waiting for a kiss. Fraser shivered as
he mentally repeated the word lover.
"Why can't you?"
"I can't! I made promises to my Ray. Open your eyes,"
Fraser demanded. The cop obeyed, and Fraser gasped at the
fire that burned in their pale, blue depths.
"I'm your Ray too," he moved closer to Fraser, their noses
touching.
It was Fraser's turn to close his eyes. He could shut out
the image of Ray, but not his scent. The spicy smell of
cinamon, from the gum he chewed, mixed with the equally
spicy scent of Ray himself, flooded his nostrils. "Don't
Ray, Please," he begged.
"I need you Fraser." The words were soft and plaintive. The
sound of them melted a part of Fraser that had been frozen
for months; ever since he had returned to Chicago and found
Ray Vecchio gone. He leaned forward until his lips touched
Kowalski's. Ray's mouth was open and waiting. With a
wordless cry, Fraser plunged into the delicious heat.
Tongues clashed and teeth scraped. Somehow, Ray's ever
present gum managed to transfer itself into Fraser's
mouth.
When they parted for air, Fraser said, "Let's go inside,
the neighbors. ."
"Fuck the neighbors. No, make that forget the neighbors and
fuck me," Ray answered and pulled the mountie into his
apartment.
Leaving a trail of discarded clothing behind them, they
made their way to Ray's bedroom.
Fraser tipped his partner on to the bed and slowly slid the
briefs down the slight body. He paused, standing over Ray's
nude form.
"What's wrong, Fraser? Don't you like me?" Ray asked
nervously.
Fraser took in the pale skin, the spiked blond hair, and
the perpetual five o'clock shadow that framed Ray's face.
Then his eyes drank in the painfully thin, yet not
unpleasing, chest, and legs. His eyes were drawn to the
swollen shaft, dripping with precum and begging for
attention.
"Don't you like me, Fraser?" Ray asked again, a desperate
note in his voice.
"I want you, Ray," Fraser said with a strangled voice, as
he hurriedly stripped off the rest of his clothes.
"You're beautiful," Ray whispered.
"As are you," Fraser answered, lowering himself onto Ray's
body. Everything matched up; knees to knees, chest to
chest, groin to groin. They were the same size. Fraser
sighed contentedly at this revelation.
Ray wrapped his legs around the mountie's well muscled
backside. "Is this the way you want to do it? 'Cause I'll
do it anyway you want. I can suck you off or you can fuck
me. Whatever you want."
Fraser trailed a line of kisses down his neck. "This is
what I want." He licked his way down Ray's throat and
chest, stopping to tease a nipple with his tongue. Ray
arched up under him, pressing his cock into Fraser's chest,
and reminding him of his true destination. A path of kisses
took him to the waiting shaft. He touched his tongue
carefully to the tip.
"Fraser!" Ray groaned.
He stroked the trembling member.
"Fraser!!" Ray's cries became a demand for action.
"As you wish," Fraser said softly. Then he throated Ray's
cock. Ray thrust against him, moaning. Knowing that Ray
wouldn't last long, Fraser sucked the quivering organ hard
and deep. Hearing Ray's gasps and half-sobs, he willed Ray
to come. Whimpering Ray, grasped Fraser's hair and with a
violent shudder, spurted his hot milky seed into his
lover's mouth.
Releasing the now limp shaft, Fraser crawled up Ray's still
trembling body. He stopped with his knees on either side of
Ray's head. Holding his dick in his hand, he said, "Your
turn."
Ray's eyes widened as Fraser pressed the engorged cock
against his lips. His mouth opened and Fraser pushed it
inside. Focusing on nothing but fucking Ray's mouth for all
they were both worth, he barely noticed the hands that were
squeezing his ass in time with each thrust.
The unbearable pressure built inside of him. Looking down
at Ray, he saw a dreamy expression on the cop's face. His
eyes closed and his mouth working over Fraser's dick, he
looked. . serene. "Uhhhnnn," Fraser moaned; his vision
beginning to blur.
Squeezing his eyes shut, he let the waves of pleasure wash
over him. Time stood still for a moment, then he felt Ray
pulling his cock out of his mouth.
"I think you're done," Ray said shakily.
"Yes," said Fraser, moving to lay beside him.
Ray smiled at him. "That was great."
"That was perfect," Fraser agreed.
With much wiggling and unnecessary body-rubbing, the two
managed to get the covers of the bed down and over them.
"G'night, Fraser," Ray said sleepily.
"Goodnight Ray." Fraser pulled him into a tight embrace.
Within seconds Ray was asleep.
Fraser lay quietly, listening to the sound of Ray's
heartbeat, contemplating the morning. He would have to make
a decision then. He was not a one night stand kind of man.
It was all or nothing with him; it had always been that
way. He could either hold onto the warmth that he had found
here tonight, or go back to cold waiting that he made up so
much of his life for the last few months. Fraser sighed.
His heart had turned out to be much more treacherous than
he ever would have imagined.
Ray stirred in his sleep, burrowing into Fraser's shoulder.
Fraser closed his eyes, held on tight, and prayed that
the dawn would never come, because when it did, someone was
going to get hurt.
the end
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