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      	  Hands and Mouths 
 by Moonloon  

 Disclaimer: These guys don't belong to me. I borrowed them, and I got Ben
all messy. Oops.

 Author's Notes: Thanks to Lucysmom for betaing

 Story Notes: Written for the Kink/Cliche challenge (sex now omg)

 

 There was no warning. No sign that this was the moment, that it all had
to start now. We'd both known it was coming, but why Ray chose that
moment... I don't know.

 One moment I was following him down the corridor on the fourth floor of
the precinct, and the next I was being propelled backwards into the men's
room, with Ray's hand fisted in my shirt.

 "What...?" I managed to say before Ray slammed me into the last stall in
the line, and locked the door behind us.

 Ray didn't say anything, he just crowded up against me and kissed me. I'd
spent a lot of time imagining what it would be like to kiss Ray, but I'd
never imagined it would be like this: a rough, coffee-flavoured assault,
that got me hard so much faster than any of my daydreams had.

 Hands... hands between my legs, on my zipper. Tormenting, wicked,
wonderful hands. Ray opened my jeans, slid one of those hands under the
elastic of my boxers and wrapped around me. I moaned, I couldn't help it.
I was loud.

 I could smell sweat and blowback on Ray's free hand as he jerked it up to
cover my mouth. I pressed my tongue against the flesh of his palm, and he
pushed my head back until it was trapped between his hand and the flimsy
stall wall. And then he started to work the hand in my boxers.

 Tight, too dry, too rough and hard and careless, but utterly perfect. I
was pinned, helpless and stupid under his hands, and all I could do was
endure. But not for long. How could anyone hold out against such an
onslaught? I was breathing hard, and could hardly get enough air, I felt
dizzy and euphoric. I came far too soon.

 I don't know if I made any noise. The moments following my climax are a
blank to me. I didn't become aware of anything until I felt Ray take his
saliva-wet hand from my mouth, and his semen-wet hand from my underwear,
and hold me by the neck long enough to drop a fast, hard kiss on my lips,
before pushing me down onto my knees.

 I was on my knees in a men's room. I should have felt dirty and
embarrassed, but I didn't. Ray's jeans were open, although I don't
remember him doing it, and when were his hands free anyway? He pulled out
his erection and pushed it against my lips. He wasn't asking, he was
demanding entry, and I opened my mouth and welcomed him.

 Ray's hips snapped forward, and I gagged. Ray didn't stop, or pause, or
even acknowledge it. I looked up, and realised I was looking at a man
stripped of control. He was that way because of me. It was a heady
sensation, I might have been the one on my knees, but right then I felt
like the most powerful man in the world.

 I could hear Ray's breathing, heavy and fast, as he pushed into and
pulled out of my mouth. He leaned forward, pressing his head on the wall
behind me, without disturbing the sensual rhythm of his hips. It was
almost a surprise when those gasping breaths stopped, and I was coughing
his semen out of my oesophagus.

 Then Ray was gone, slamming hard up to the opposite wall, then sliding
down to sit, so his boots were pressed painfully up against my knees.
Ray's eyes were wild, and he looked like he would run, if he could.

 "Jesus, Fraser. Look at you," Ray said. I could only imagine what I
looked like. He'd smeared my own semen all over my neck and hair, and his
was splashed over my face and the front of my shirt. "Are you okay?"

 I nodded. Although I wasn't. I was so much better than 'okay'.

 Ray looked around at the stall. "This isn't what I meant to do. This
is..."

 "This is the start," I said. "This is where it starts."

 The End.  
  

End Hands and Mouths by Moonloon 

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