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 by tx_tart  

 Disclaimer: Not mine; this is just for fun

 Story Notes: Established relationship

 

 Late Friday Night Chicago, IL

 They didn't touch each other in the car; they didn't dare. They barely
spoke. Instead, Ray focused on getting them safely from O'Hare to his
apartment without pulling off on a side street. It was late and traffic
was good and they both gave little sighs of relief when Ray steered the
Goat into the parking lot. They'd made it. 

 That is, they would have made it if Ray hadn't dropped the keys. 

 Fraser was right behind him, so close that Ray thought he could feel
Fraser's dick poking him. The possibility, the thought of the possibility,
made Ray's hands so unsteady he couldn't get the key into the lock. And
when Fraser shoved him up against the door, breathing hard against the
back of his neck, Fraser's own sure hands gripping Ray's hips, Ray just
dropped the damn things. For a second or two, Ray was so flooded with lust
he couldn't move, could only lean up against the door, panting like he'd
run home. 

 "Ray, " Fraser said roughly against his ear, pressing tight against his
back, slipping one of his hands under Ray's t-shirt and over his stomach,
"get the door open. Now."

 Ray shuddered, bent over to snag the keys. "Fuck, Fraser, I'm trying,
just..." He stopped talking when he felt the hard evidence that yeah, that
was definitely a cock nudging his ass. "Goddammit," Ray muttered, finding
the keys, sifting through them as Fraser's mouth found his neck. 

 Somehow, Ray got the right key, unlocked the door nearly stumbling when
Fraser pushed him through. He threw Fraser's bag in the direction of the
kitchen and it must have landed on something fragile because he heard
glass breaking. But the fact was Ray wasn't thinking anymore, he didn't
even care. He grabbed Fraser and pressed him against the wall, finding his
mouth in the darkness and kissing him, groaning and rocking against his
warm, solid body. 

 He was close already, so damned close and from the way Fraser was
grunting and grasping his ass, Ray knew that he was, too. He could feel
Fraser's cock, right up against his, burning through the heavy denim of
their jeans. It wouldn't take much for them to come right where they stood
but Ray didn't want to do it like that, not after waiting so long. So he
fisted his hands in Fraser's shirt and pulled him away from the wall.
"Couch," Ray blurted out against Fraser's mouth. They'd make it to be
bedroom later, but he wanted Fraser on top of him now. Right now.

 They pushed and pulled each other into the darkened apartment, kissing
like they were starved for it. Ray pulled Fraser's flannel shirt out of
his jeans and yanked it open, hearing buttons scatter and roll across the
wood floor. He pushed it off Fraser's shoulders, not letting himself run
his hands over his back like he wanted to, because more than he wanted
that, he wanted Fraser naked. When he slipped his fingers into the waist
of Fraser's jeans, Fraser made a choking sound and pushed his hands away. 

 "I'll do it," he said hoarsely, and Ray went to work on shedding his own
clothes, feeling clumsy in the darkness. Clumsy and hot and dizzy with
lust. Ray heard something rip and he didn't have time to wonder what had
happened because that's when Fraser pushed him down onto the couch.Fraser
reached between them, lining their dicks up together. Then Fraser lowered
himself on top of Ray. Slowly. 

 Fraser didn't move for a while and Ray lay there, panting and hissing,
trying not to arch up against that muscled heat that was Fraser

 He pressed his forehead against Ray's."Oh, God, this is..." Fraser
whispered hotly. "...it's so good, Ray. So good..."

 "Fuck, yeah," Ray muttered, pulling Fraser's head down and kissing him
hard. Fraser groaned into Ray's mouth and held his hips down before
starting to move, a full-body slide, chest against chest, that made Ray's
nipples tighten and his cock throb and twitch . Heavy, hot pleasure
saturated Ray and he shuddered, squeezing his eyes shut, trying not to
come when the need was hammering at him from all sides. He wrapped his
legs tight around Fraser's, wanting to hold him still, to hold off a
little longer. 

 But Fraser's mouth was on his, Fraser's tongue was licking him from the
inside. Fraser's hard thighs were rubbing against his and nothing was
working. Except that everything was working, just right. Fraser was right,
it was so good. Fraser's smooth skin, smelling of soap and clean sweat,
surrounding him. The slick, wet glide of Fraser's dick against his. The
crackling friction of their pubic hair as Fraser just wouldn't be fucking
still...

 "God, Fraser, I'm..I've got to..."Ray groaned and he started to come,
arching under Fraser, shooting between their bodies in long, hot streaks,
trembling and groaning, pressing his hot face against Fraser's neck. He
held on as Fraser started to thrust harder, faster. Fraser growled, ground
roughly against him one last time and he was coming, too, pushing and
panting, muttering Ray's name like it was a prayer.

 Afterward, Fraser shifted so that they were on their sides, facing each
other, wrapped tight together with just a thin layer of stickiness
separating them. They lay there for a while, as their heart rates and
breathing slowed to something approaching normal. Outside, Ray could hear
the squeal of tires and even farther away, a siren. Inside, Fraser's
breath stirred his hair and his hand moved over Ray's body like he was
restaking his claim, moving over his hip and up the ridge of his back to
come to gently cup the back of Ray's head, holding him close.

 "Do you think you can make it to the bedroom now?" Fraser asked quietly.
Ray heard the note of teasing in his voice, beneath the layer of sadness
on top.

 Ray closed his eyes for a moment. "Yeah, like you were complaining," Ray
said gruffly. "What time does your flight leave Sunday?"

 Fraser rubbed his chin on Ray's forehead. "1:03."

 "Damnit, Fraser, that gives us less than 36 hours. Why the fuck do we
even bother..."

 Fraser interrupted him. "Less than 36 hours, Ray," he replied, sounding
as bleak and angry as Ray felt. "Let's make the most of it."

 Ray swallowed the knot of helplessness blocking his throat and nodded.
"Yeah, Fraser, you're right. It'll be the greatest day and a half ever."  
  

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