Fraser/Kowalski NC-17.
Summary: No plot to summarise,
what do you want from me?
Disclaimer: Not mine.
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"Yuck, Fraser, what
the *hell* are you doing?"
"I'm sorry Ray,
I was under the impression you wanted to...um...." Self-consciously he
put the bottle back down on the bedside table.
"That's right Fraser,
I *did* want to. Did. Past tense, that was before we discovered we were
out of lube. Me and pain ain't the best of friends,"
"Ray that is why
I went to get...."
"Damn, that's what
I suspected, I had hoped you'd tell me it was for some Inuit tradition,
having to worship the washing up liquid before sex, kind of like saying
grace before food."
"Now that's just
silly Ray,"
"Silly? Well, if
we're talking silly, I think the guy who was about to use washing up
liquid for..."
"Ray," Fraser interrupted
him, "the lubrication properties of soap are well known and extremely
effective, plus the added bonus of being very economical, much cheaper
than those little tubes you insist on purchasing."
"Fraser, I'm naked
here, and you're talking grocery shopping?" Fraser sighed in exasperation,
try and bring someone to sexual climax, and they make you pay and pay
and pay...
"Yes Ray, you are
naked, it's not something that has escaped my notice, but if you carry
on like this I may just leave you like that and put the washing up liquid
away," Ray rewarded him with a pout, and a sulking, defensive crossing
of his arms over his chest.
Fraser picked up
the bottle again and continued to squeeze out the green goo onto his
hand.
"Fraser," Ray whined
in disgust, "won't that, like, I dunno, sting or something?"
"Ray, with the amount
of television you indulge in everyday, you must have seen the adverts,
claiming to leave your skin, what was the exact wording? ...'Baby soft.'"
"Fraser, that's
for your *hands*, this is an entirely different ball game, skin wise"
Ray snickered slightly at his own unintentional joke, Fraser kept quiet,
not wanting to encourage him to act any more childish than the rather
impressive level he was already performing at. Fraser's answer was to
suddenly pull Ray's knees over his shoulders, shocking Ray into splaying
his legs wider than he usually would have or usually *tried* to. Not
that Ray had time to complain as Fraser immediately shoved to two vaguely
green fingers deep into his ass. Fraser then added a third to the very
green and slightly foaming party. But it wasn't very long before the
fingers had to leave to make room for one very large green, Canadian
cock.
Ray wriggled around
alluringly as Fraser began to thrust in and out of him. His moans became
louder as Fraser wrapped a green, slippery hand around his erection.
Fraser upped the tempo, whilst Ray concentrated on keeping them on the
bed, clasping the metal headboard desperately with both hands, his head
thrown back in abandon.
It wasn't
long before a post coital Ray turned over in Fraser's arms and smiled
at him sleepily.
"Ya know, I'm never
gonna look at a pile of washing up in my life in quite the same way,"