Please	Please

 by Kass

  

 Author's website: http://www.trickster.org/kass/

 Disclaimer: 

 Author's Notes: In response to the courtesy challenge at the livejournal
community ds_flashfiction. Thanks to Sihaya Black for beta.

 Story Notes: 

 

 

 Ray liked it hard and fast. 

 Sure, he enjoyed a nice romantic fuck as much as the next guy, now and
then. And God knows he was used to being the c'mon-baby-just-do-me member
of a pair: he could count on the fingers of one hand the number of times
Stella had asked him to lay off the foreplay and just do it already. 

 Not that he was particularly interested in counting anything involving
Stella at this precise moment. 

 Not lying on his back, fists clenched in the snarl of sheets, knees bent
and legs open wide, with Benton Fraser working his way, impossibly slowly,
up Ray's body with his lips and tongue. 

 He was going to die of waiting. "Fraser, c'mon." He knew he was on the
verge of sounding whiny, but he didn't care. 

 As if in response, Fraser paused and sucked hard at a spot on his inner
thigh. It hurt, a little, and almost tickled, but the heat of his tongue
was also maddening. In a good way. Even if it was driving Ray bugfuck
crazy. 

 "C'mon, you gotta--" 

 Fraser pulled back and looked at the spot he'd just been sucking. There
had to be a hickey there the color of his uniform, for Christ's sake.
Fraser smiled at it and moved to paint Ray's other inner thigh with tiny
strokes of his tongue. Ray groaned. 

 "You're killing me, here." His erection was practically pointing straight
up, like the kid in the front row waving his arm going pick me, pick me! 

 After another eternity of squirm-inducing waiting, Fraser lifted his head
again. "Now, Ray," he began, and Ray knew what he was going to say, but
the predictable words were roughened and sweetened by the low, aroused
breathiness of his tone. "It only takes a moment--" 

 "Fuck courtesy." 

 Fraser looked up his body and Ray felt himself preening, a little. It
seemed to be working, even if he wasn't exactly going to pull off 'relaxed
and sultry' with his face flushed and his heartbeat going a million miles
a minute: Fraser licked his lips and took a long slow breath. That was
Fraser body-talk for 'you've just about convinced me.' Almost there. Thank
fucking God. 

 Fraser planted his hands on either side of Ray's hips and bent his head
as though to swallow him whole. Ray flung an arm over his eyes, wanting
somehow to block out everything but Fraser's mouth. He was taking a deep
breath in anticipation when Fraser breathed four final words over his
straining cock. 

 "What's the magic word?" 

 His "please" turned into a long, shuddery moan as he spilled into his
partner's mouth. Fraser crawled back up the bed and flopped beside him.
Beneath Ray's forearm he had a line of sight to Fraser's erection, which
was stirring hopefully. 

 Ray grinned at the ceiling. His turn, now. 

 His turn to make Fraser say "please." In as many different languages as
he knew how... 

 (494 words) 

End Please by Kass: kass@trickster.org

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