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Title: Of Winter and Endless Things
Pairing: F/K
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Cabin fic/porn/whatever
Even after four years of Canadian winters, Ray’s words have varied very little.
“Fuck. It’s a cold one out there, Frase.”
Fraser looks up from his task and smiles. Ray yanks the dark blue knit hat off his head, the one with the Edmonton Oilers logo on it, the one that Ray refused to touch for the first year. The gloves are next, then the coat, then a fleece jacket, until there is a trail of discarded apparel from the door to the sink.
Ray presses a quick kiss to Fraser’s cheek, and then he playfully elbows him aside to grab a mug off the shelf. Fraser turns his attention back to the dishes in the sink, but his mood is changed.
Ray is home.
Behind him, Ray pours himself a cup of coffee. “Well, I think our Dief has got himself a woman.”
“Oh?”
“Or a man. Whatever. But I saw him doing it in the woods like nobody’s business.”
He gives Ray a look over his shoulder. “You were spying on Diefenbaker?”
“Hey, if you’re gonna have sex in public, I’m gonna notice, whether its animal, vegetable or mineral.”
“Ah. I’ll keep that in mind.”
“No. No, you will not.” Ray comes up behind him, crowding him against the sink and pressing his cold face into the back of Fraser’s neck. “If you’re having sex in public, it better be with me.” Ray’s hands steal across his stomach and he pulls Fraser back tight against him.
Fraser lets his head fall back against Ray’s shoulder while he quickly washes and dries his hands. “I wouldn’t dream of having sex in public without you,” Fraser tells him, and the low pitch of his voice reveals the need that his glib words do not.
“That’s real smart of you, Fraser,” Ray says and his lips stamp a possessive brand into his skin. “ ‘Cause this is mine.”
Fraser is already breathing hard when Ray takes him by the shoulders and turns him. It wasn’t always easy for him to surrender everything to Ray. But Fraser has never known anyone as generous and kind-hearted as Ray and he deserves this – Ray deserves all that Fraser can give him.
Ray’s eyes are a smoky blue and sunlight from the window behind him makes the tips of Ray’s hair glint like gold. Fraser gets hard just from looking at him. “Why are you always so fucking hot at this time of day?” Ray asks, his voice barely above a whisper as his gaze sweeps over Fraser like a caress.
Heat rises into Fraser’s face. He’s never learned the skill of graciously accepting compliments, particularly not the Ray variety. “I think, perhaps, you are prejudiced.”
Ray grins at him. “Damn right, I am,” he says, moving closer. Ray kisses him, slow and hungry, and Fraser’s heart pounds as hard as it did the first time Ray touched him. By the time Ray pulls back, – seconds in real time, but to Fraser, it feels like long, decadent hours –they are both shaking.
“Come on,” Ray says roughly, fisting his hands in the front of Fraser’s sweater and pulling him along. “Let’s go back to bed.”
Once they’re naked and inside the warm pocket of comforter, quilt and sheets, they wrap around each other with practiced ease, legs and hands tangling. Ray’s kiss tastes like coffee and sugar and snow, and Fraser’s head comes off the pillow, straining for more.
Ray shifts above him and the head of his cock leaves a wet smear on Fraser’s stomach. Ray makes a wonderfully erotic, needy sound in his throat and Fraser’s legs fall open to invite him closer, to move faster.
Ray does so, thrusting his hips down as Fraser arches up and every motion is like an electric jolt to Fraser’s whole body. He grabs Ray’s buttocks and squeezes the tight, firm muscle, and the urge to come and come now catches him in its racing current.
Fraser looks up at Ray, and is startled to see him looking back at him, his face damp, and his eyes glazed with lust.
“When – when will it – stop?” He’s so aroused, so close to orgasm that Ray’s words don’t register at first. Fraser stares at Ray with the question in his eyes, as Ray’s hips move with more urgency.
“This.” Ray’s voice sounds thin with constraint. “It’s still – God, it’s still so – fucking good,” Ray says, and his arms start to tremble. “Fraser,” Ray groans out his name like a curse, like a prayer and Fraser feels his orgasm pour out of him and onto his stomach and chest, scalding pulses that leave him weak and dizzy.
So much so that Fraser doesn’t realize that Ray has gone still until he feels Ray’s fingers between his buttocks, rubbing lube into his skin.
“Is it okay, Fraser?” Ray asks, his eyes overly bright and unfocused. “Can I?”
“Yes,” Fraser answers softly, his body still shivering with aftershocks. “Yes, yes, I want you to.”
Ray releases a shuddering breath and before Fraser can think of tensing up, Ray’s inside him. He watches Ray through half open lids, watches him smile a little shakily, watches him not move.
“Nrrrgh,” Ray says through clenched teeth. “You are so beautiful.”
Fraser wraps his legs around Ray’s waist. “It’s all right. We have all day.” He squeezes around Ray and Ray grunts and gives one tentative thrust.
“Oh, yeah.” Ray closes his eyes and starts to move, and after four more thrusts, Ray slams hard against Fraser and comes. And then, there’s nothing but the sound of the fire crackling and their breathing – sated, even, drowsy.
~*~*~*~*~*
Fraser looks up when Ray enters the cabin. Ray yanks the blue Oilers hat off his head and Fraser smiles at the sight of his wind burned face.
“Fuck. It’s a cold one out there, buddy.”
He helps Ray out of his coat and fleece jacket and takes his gloves from him. Somehow, every year, Ray manages to leave Canada minus one glove. This year, Fraser is in charge of gloves.
Ray presses his cold mouth to Fraser’s then grins at him so big that he’s almost laughing. There’s an element of joy in Ray’s handsome face that is new. And Fraser knows the reason.
“Almost ready?”
“Yeah. How about you?”
Fraser doesn’t even have to think about it, not anymore. There was a time when he might have argued the point – that Chicago isn’t really home. But that’s not true and it hasn’t been for the last four years.
“Yes, Ray. It’s time we got back home.