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Blur
for Q
Author's Notes: All of my adoration and love goes to brooklinegirl and slinkling for their fantastic betas.
Ray had been kind of used to the days running together in the Territories. He had told himself that once they made it to Fraser's cabin and his world no longer consisted of taking down the tent, dog sledding across the frozen tundra for a while, eating dried meat, and then putting the tent back up - not that he didn't love doing all that, mostly, no lie - that time would return to normal. That life would return to normal.
Then the sex-with-Fraser thing started to happen, and strangely enough, that didn't surprised Ray at all, really. It was almost as if they'd been fucking the whole time. They didn't talk much about it, which kinda freaked Ray out in the beginning, but seeing Fraser just grinning at him all day long made everything okay. Better than okay. Then life became tent, dog sledding, dried meat, tent, sex. And for a while that was new and different, but pretty soon he couldn't tell when one day ended and the next day began all over again.
So when Fraser decided to extend his leave and why don't you stay here with me for a little longer, Ray, that was just fine. Ray realized he was in no hurry to get back to Chicago. For one, fucking in the tent was more like squirming around in the sleeping bags they had zipped together until they both came. Again, not that he had a problem with that; he really did not. Humping against Fraser in a tight, dark place was insanely hot, you better believe it, but it wasn't nearly enough. He wanted to get Fraser sprawled out on a bed and kiss every single place on his body, and then do it again.
For another, he just wasn't ready for any of this to be over.
The cabin was heaven, with heat and a bed and room to move around. Fraser barely had the door to the place shut before Ray pulled Fraser past an indignant Dief into the tiny bedroom. He shoved Fraser down onto the mattress, pinning his hips while he kissed and licked and bit his way down to Fraser's cock. Ray spent a great deal of time there, exploring the foreskin and running his tongue around the head before sucking it into his mouth.. It had been damn near impossible to give a decent blowjob in the tent without suffering from either exposure or suffocation, but now he could take his time, make it good. Soon, Fraser was panting and turned on more than Ray even knew he could be, and then it was Ray's turn to grin. Until, of course, Fraser repaid the favor and ended up putting his tongue a few places Ray had forgotten about, making Ray come so hard he couldn't see straight.
He told Fraser he'd stay a few more weeks, at the most. Fraser just nodded and then started doing wicked things to him with his hands.
After that, Ray not only lost track of what day it was, he lost track of the month. He could barely string thoughts together that went beyond "Fuck Fraser now." And while he knew that he'd have to leave sometime, they still didn't talk about it, and Ray didn't think about it and everything got a little blurrier.
Fraser, though. Fraser was on top of the situation. He knew what supplies they needed, how much they needed, how much fire wood they should chop, and when to start dragging it inside because a storm was coming. Hell, he knew how long the storm was going to last by the sound of the wind. Fraser and Dief argued about the first one, but when it came to an end after the fourth day, Fraser looked all triumphant and Dief went to pout in the corner, so Ray knew Fraser had won. Anyway, Ray didn't really worry about much, he just let it all happen and focused on dragging Fraser into bed whenever he got the chance.
It was during the third storm, though, that Ray finally asked. They were stretched out on the rug in front of the fireplace, making Ray feel a bit nostalgic, and the question just slipped out.
"So how long've I been here, Fraser?" Ray's words came out slowly and a little slurred. Not from drinking or anything, because supplies do not include alcohol, Ray, and you sadly couldn't get drunk on bark tea. No, Ray was just really fucking relaxed, lying there on his back and Fraser pressed up against him with his arm wrapped around Ray's waist. Ray had no doubt that the night would end in sex - hot, sweaty, bone-melting sex - but right then, he was just enjoying Fraser next to him, which was kind of a revelation when you came down to it.
"Three months," Fraser answered, almost as slowly. "And four days."
"Holy shit, you've got to be kidding me." And Ray was surprised, yeah, because three months, how the fuck did that happen? But at the same time, he couldn't even pretend to care.
Fraser let out a small laugh, gazing at Ray through half-closed eyes. "I am perfectly serious." His expression was drowsy, but suddenly, Ray noticed, a little guarded.
"Huh," Ray said with a smile, because he didn't want to Fraser to think he wasn't happy with the way things were. Then again, he didn't want to overstay his welcome, either. "You must be sick of me by now. I can't believe you haven't kicked me back down south yet."
"Ah, but I assure you that is not the case." Fraser didn't seem quite so relaxed anymore and his tone was beginning to grow earnest.
Ray's smile grew wider. It didn't seem like Fraser minded having him around too much at all. Then he rolled towards Fraser and propped himself up on his elbow. "Hey. This has been good, yeah? Best vacation ever?"
"I think so," Fraser told him softly, finally smiling back.
They were close to each other, now, their faces only inches apart. And they'd been closer than this, much closer, but wow. Maybe it was just the way the firelight was hitting him, but god, Fraser was beautiful. The thing was, he Ray already knew that, but he didn't know Fraser was beautiful like this. Not like this.
"Of course, it's not always so easy," Fraser continued nervously, as if he didn't even know what he was doing to Ray, looking like that. "Living in the Northwest Territories... well, it's difficult even under the best of circumstances, but I think you would enjoy it here. I just - I want to make sure you understand."
He looked at Ray then, and Ray got the feeling that Fraser was waiting for him to respond. And while Ray didn't say anything, he couldn't help but lift his free hand up to Fraser's face and run his thumb along Fraser's chin. Fraser's eyes widened and then closed briefly. When he opened them again, his eyes were bright with some emotion Ray couldn't even begin to put a name to.
"Ray?" He still sounded a little insecure, and Ray couldn't have that.
"Yeah?" Ray leaned in a little further, until their mouths were almost touching. Ray knew - he knew that he could say, "Hey, Fraser, we're lying here by the fire, listening to the blizzard wail outside, and I'm just kind of thrown all of a sudden by how goddamn gorgeous you are," and Fraser wouldn't think he was a freak. But he didn't say that. He just leaned in and pressed his mouth to Fraser's. Then he pulled back.
"Ray, I - " Fraser drew a shaky breath and swallowed. His tongue darted out, licking the corner of his mouth. Ray licked the corner of Fraser's mouth, too, and Fraser gasped.
"Yeah," Ray said, as Fraser's hand snaked out and wrapped around Ray's neck, pulling their mouths back together. And it was like the hundred other kisses they'd shared in the past few months, except that it was completely different. It was hard, desperate, overwhelmingly intimate, and it just went on and on and on, like Fraser didn't want to stop kissing any more than Ray did. Ray shoved Fraser onto his back, climbing on top of him, running his fingers up into Fraser's thick hair, and god, Fraser had pretty hair. Ray forced Fraser's mouth open wider, kissing him even more frantically, and Fraser groaned, making Ray shudder. Orgasm seemed damn close all of a sudden, and they hadn't even really done anything.
"Come on," Ray panted. "Bed."
"No," Fraser told him. "Here."
So they did it there on the floor, barely getting their clothes pushed aside and their cocks out, and jesus fuck, there wasn't anything as good as this was. Fraser gripped Ray hard in his fist and then ran his finger down the crease of Ray's ass, and Ray came, moaning Fraser's name.
He lay there on top of Fraser for a few moments, trying to pull himself together.
"God," Ray mumbled against his neck. "Gimme just a second. That was - "
"Yes, Ray," Fraser said, breathing kinda hard. "What was that?"
And Ray lifted his head and grinned down at Fraser, because he was pretty sure Fraser got it now just fine. "You know I don't always see so well."
"Ah." Fraser breathed out a sigh before he bucked up impatiently. "And now you... see?"
"Yeah, Fraser," Ray told him as he grabbed hold of Fraser's dick. "I do. There's no getting rid of me."
Fraser just moaned, so Ray figured maybe he was okay with that.
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