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      	  Still 
 by Zabira  

 Disclaimer: These characters don't belong to me. I'm just playing in this
sandbox.

 Author's Notes: Much gratitude to Meresy and Nos4a2no9 for the very
detailed and wonderful beta. Any remaining mistakes are mine, all mine!
Any comments or critiques are welcome.

 

 Ray's hand stroked gently over his belly. That was all. And not so softly
that it tickled, either, but with firm, kind pressure, back and forth. His
hand was steady, but the skin of Ben's belly underneath his fingers was
shuddering and jumping, shaking with the near-convulsions of his vanishing
control.

 Some time earlier, it seemed like hours ago, Ray had stripped him with a
smile, coaxed him to stretch out on the bed, and--with a single, too-brief
kiss--guided his hands to the headboard and told him to hang on.

 "Stay still for me, okay?" is what he'd said, and then he'd begun to run
his hands gently over Ben's body, just as he was doing right this very
moment. Smooth, slow strokes over his arms, and across his ribs and down
over his legs to his feet. He'd swept his hand softly over Ben's exposed
neck, run his fingers through Ben's hair, and even tucked his knuckles
into the curled warmth of Ben's palm where it was clenched around the
frame of the bed. He seemed determined to touch every part of Ben that he
could reach, every part of him but one.

 Ben's cock--which was flushed and hard and steadily spilling precome on
to his shivering belly--he did not and would not touch. He'd run his
fingernails carefully through the dark curls that surrounded it, and had
used the pads of his fingers on the soft, sensitive skin of Ben's inner
thighs. His thumb had briefly fit itself in to the place tailor-made for
it on Ben's hip. Not once had he given in to the pleading moans Ben was
unable to stop himself from making every time those hands had swept
teasingly close to the place where he wanted them most.

 Ray wouldn't touch Ben's cock, but he might as well have been stroking it
with every caress. At first, Ben had felt soothed and cherished by Ray's
hands, but the sweet burn in his arms, where they stretched above his
head, and the escalating struggle to keep his body as still as Ray asked
had chipped away at his initial calm. The urge to push up into Ray's
questing palms--to beg with his body and his mouth for more of the touch
that he coveted so desperately--was racing through every muscle in his
body. His teeth were clenched tight, but they were no match for the sounds
that seemed to push their way out of his throat with every breath. His
thigh muscles were shaking with the strain of his stillness, and Ray's
gentle hands were sending electric jolts of pleasure arcing through every
nerve ending.

 And then Ray leaned down, put his mouth to Ben's ear, and began to
whisper, "I can't wait to fuck you. You should see yourself. So beautiful
like this." Ben felt a jolt of lust so strong it was almost like rage. He
clenched his eyes shut tight, and struggled to breathe through it, as
Ray's voice continued to tease his ear, "Oh, God, you're going to lose it
in a second, aren't you?"

 He'd slid his hand from Ben's belly, and it was resting--still
gentle--over his quick-beating heart. Ben carefully opened his eyes, and
turned his head to meet the pale-blue gaze inches from his face. He licked
his lips--Ray's eyes tracked the motion avidly--and said, "I want--" His
throat, rubbed raw from his cries, made the words a scratchy whisper. He
flexed his arms, trying to calm himself, licked again at his lower lip,
and then began again, "I want that. I want you." He held Ray's gaze,
trying to put all the love and desire and helplessness he could into one
look, and--"Please, Ray."

 Ray opened his mouth, maybe to tease, and just stopped. He looked
suddenly stunned at what hed wrought.

 And Ben, who had been working so hard to do as Ray asked, who had been
controlling his every quivering muscle, all of a sudden just couldn't
anymore. He couldn't wait for Ray to come back from wherever he seemed to
have gone. He couldn't wait for Ray's glazed eyes to clear, couldn't wait
for him to catch his runaway breath, couldn't wait for the next touch,
whatever it would be. Lightning-quick--and with a cry that was
half-despairing--he let go of the headboard, brought his aching arms down
and around Ray, toppling him back and using his strength to force him down
to the bed.

 Ray had never bothered to remove his clothes, and they were rough against
Ben's body. It felt good. There was a crazy, jittering hunger living under
his skin, after all that soft stroking, and it seemed to crave scratches,
roughness, the bite of shirt-buttons pressed into his bare chest. 

 Ray hadn't resisted his sudden fall. He was clutching hard at Ben's back
and muttering curses in his ear as they rocked together on the bed. Every
shift felt harsh and awful and wonderful, kicking like licking flames at
his already hungry body, but Ben wanted something else. He grabbed Ray's
hand and pulled it--unresisting this time--to his cock. As Ray's long
fingers closed around him, they both made the same hungry noise. Ray
continued to stroke him, while Ben took his head in both hands and pulled
their mouths together. It was hardly a kiss. Ben's breath was wildly out
of control and he couldn't stop the noises pushed out of his throat by the
feel of Ray's hand where hed been denied it for so long. Still, it felt
good to clutch at Ray's hair and share breath while Ben steadily fell
apart.

 It didn't take long. The scrape of denim against his thighs, the bite of
Ray's teeth on his lip, and the twisting stroke of Ray's callused fingers
over the head of his cock; these things all combined in one perfect moment
of free fall. Ben had just a second to marvel at them, and then he was
coming, wrenching spasms of near-painful release shaking his whole body.

 He sank down against Ray's chest, breathing heavily into the warm space
where his neck met his shoulder, but he didn't feel anything like the
languorous contentment that usually followed on the heels of orgasm. He
was still thrumming in tune with Ray, who was doing his own silent
pleading, his body twisting under Ben's still one. Ben heaved himself up,
crawled down Ray's thrashing body, scrabbled clumsily at his buckle and
buttons and reached into his boxers to pull his cock out. When his mouth
closed around the tip, a little voice in his head said, that's it, that's
it, that's it and he hummed around the blood-hot mouthful. Ray responded
with a shout, and began to nudge at Ben with his hips, mindlessly pushing
his cock against Ben's tongue. Ben let him, reveling in the stretch and
strain of it, in the dance they created together. He could tell Ray was
trying desperately to control his movements, and that he was mainly
failing. He'd also lost control of his mouth, and was muttering, a wash of
sound in Ben's ears, "Oh fuck. Oh, Ben. You...you...Oh, Christ, Ben!" 

 As he let Ray stroke himself against his tongue, Ben reached both hands
under Ray and pulled him closer, pulled him deeper into his mouth. For one
long moment, he struggled for breath, heard Ray's voice go hoarse and
incoherent, felt the button on Ray's jeans dig insistently into his cheek,
felt Ray's cock fill him up where he most wanted it, and then--with a
shout--Ray was coming, his body shaking with rolling shivers under Ben's
hands, in tune with the pulse of him in Ben's mouth. 

 Ben licked him clean, and then crawled back up to kiss him softly. Ray's
eyes were closed and he was still breathing like he'd just chased a
suspect for blocks, but his lips opened for Bens kiss. When they
separated, Ray opened his eyes for just a moment to meet Ben's, and then
closed them again. "Just couldn't wait, could you?" he mumbled. 

 "Mmm."

 "Impatient Mountie. I was going to," Ray's voice was getting softer and
slower. Ben kissed him again, wrapped strong arms around his back, stuck
his bare leg in between Ray's denim-clad ones, and tucked his face in the
crook of Ray's neck. Not even bothering with the covers, he lay there
while Ray's breathing evened out into the cadence of sleep, then he closed
his eyes, surrendered himself to the comforting sound of it, and fell into
his dreams.

 ~fin  
  

End Still by Zabira 

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