Open RP: Ray and Fraser fall into the common room.

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So, Ray had been having a good day, and a bad day. First, he'd gotten locked into a room with his partner by a girl who totally had it comin', now.

That's bad.

Then, he figured out he got locked in because someone'd figured out they both had the hotness goin' on for one another. Huh, crazy, right? A bent Mountie? Who woulda thought? Heh. Now all he had goin' on was a Ralph Wiggum voice going 'I bent my Mountie'.

heheh.

Oh, right. That's good.

Then, just as they were about to go for the good stuff, they got out of the secret passage they were stuck in and tumbled, ass-first, into the Gryffindor Common Room, both of them in rather obviously... rumpled clothing.

Uh. That's bad.

Of course, they were closer to a bed now. That's good...

((ETA: The last thread goes NSFW.))

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Mm, indeed. Fraser broke off gasping from the kiss, his head falling back against the bed with a faint groan. "Ray," he hissed, already feeling a bit overwhelmed. This was just so... the kissing, and the biting, and all the heat between them...

He let his grip on Ray's neck slacken, his hands moving down over his body, kneading into the muscles, scratching lightly over the skin. He was exploring, discovering; right now, he wanted to discover every little thing he could do that would make Ray moan the way he had before.

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When Fraser's fingers find Ray's tattoo, he can feel him pull in a breath and shudder out a breath, hot against Fraser's skin. Same with the very back of his head, where the hair becomes very fine and soft and short. He lifts his eyes for a minute to grin at Fraser, all full of promises.

One hand comes up to slid down Fraser's stomach and then work to open the fly of his pants. He keeps their eyes locked, grin getting more and more wicked.

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Fraser's mouth went dry at the grin, anticipation curling around his spine and flashing over his skin like wildfire. He licked his lips, breathing in deep, and tore his eyes from Ray's just long enough to look down into the narrow space between their bodies where Ray's hand was, fingers working at his buttons. Something about the sight was indescribably powerful; he sucked in a sharp breath, hips arching up slightly against his hand, and looked back up at that sly, feral grin.

So Ray wanted to play, did he? They could play, then. Fraser returned the grin and pulled Ray back down to him, kissing him roughly, biting at his lower lip before moving down, going for his neck again to add a few more marks to the ones he'd already made. He gripped Ray's bicep, thumb rubbing back and forth over the tattoo -- and he was so glad Ray liked that, because he was absolutely fascinated by the thing. He'd known people with tattoos before, of course -- the Inuit were often tattooed -- but he'd never had the opportunity to be so close, and he wanted to know everything: it didn't feel different, but would it taste different? how much more sensitive was it? and would it feel different later, when he made Ray sweat all over, would it taste different then?

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You'd think that a Mountie'd be all button down and missionary, you know? But Fraser'd always been able to surprise Ray here and there, things he knew, things he'd tried. And while some of them turned out just terribly (witness his lingo issues) some of them turned out absolutely shockingly amazing.

And this, for instance, if he didn't know better he'd think Fraser went to school. The guy-touching school. How To Make A Cop Go Crazy 101 was the prereq for Total Fucking Oral Fixation 207, (taught out of the award-winning text Since When Did He Like Biting, and jesus this metaphor had gone too far.)

He grunted at the bites, just making soft, un-selfconcious sounds that were halfway to moans. Half of them were Fraser's name, or at least part of it. "Fras," he muttered, and "oh!" like he'd had some kind of fucking epiphany.

(And he had. There was a fucking blue light special on epiphanies and he'd stocked up. First there was the whole 'yep, still bent', then the 'bent for my partner' then 'partner bent for me' and now 'partner is a sex god'.)

Back to the sex god in question, though! Ray made a sound suspiciously like a chuckle. "Stop distractin' me halfway down," he tells Fraser, before nipping at his earlobe. He's not really complaining, but he's faintly determined to finish what he started in the corridor.

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"Believe me," Fraser murmured in reply, licking at a spot just beneath Ray's jaw, "that wasn't my intention." As far as Fraser was concerned, Ray was absolutely free to continue as he liked. Just... as long as Fraser still had things to touch. And taste. And as long as he could keep making Ray make those little noises that all seemed to go straight from his ears to his... well, he really liked them, that was the point (how embarrassing was it that he could barely even think the word when he was practically dying for Ray to do things to it? He was obviously going to need to work on that. A lot. Hopefully Ray could help him there).

A sudden thought struck him, and with one last nip he moved away from Ray's neck, lying back. "Better?" he asked, taking his hand. Before Ray could answer, he drew it up to his mouth and slipped the first two fingers between his lips, sucking softly, tracing his tongue over his fingertips.

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No, seriously. Where the hell does a Mountie learn this kind of shit? That wet heat went from his fingers to every damn extremity like lightning. "Uhhah," he answered, and then swallowed to try that again. "Yeah. Better for sure. Not really less with the distracting, though."

Maybe slightly less. Enough that he could see his way clear to slide down Fraser's body a bit, straddle his thighs and lean in to send a lick or two along his ribs. This almost felt like a competition -- he'd show the mounty 'distracting'. One more smirk up to Fraser, and then he settled in to dropping wet, sucking kisses on every spot that felt important, especially one dead center over his heart.

And, after a few moments work, another over his navel, this one lavished with twice the attention.

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If Ray wasn't flat-out winning that competition, he was at least putting up a ridiculously good fight. The moment Ray's tongue touched Fraser's skin, he went right past 'distracted' and straight on through to 'incapable of rational thought.' His mind, which normally was whirring away at all times -- predicting this, remembering that, scanning a dozen other things -- went momentarily blank and his entire world shrank to a few points: the hot, wet path of Ray's mouth; the growing ache between his hips; Ray's fingers against his tongue.

He groaned raggedly and sucked hard at them, his own hand sliding up the back of Ray's neck, his fingers rubbing roughly at the fine, short hairs, that place that had made Ray gasp so charmingly before. His muscles tensed sharply beneath Ray's lips, but as badly as he wanted to squirm, to writhe, to buck up against him, he tried to keep himself still. Somewhere, in the back of his mind he understood -- with what little understanding he still had -- that this was still a game, and he was not losing that easily, no matter how difficult Ray was making it for him.

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Ray finally slid his fingers out of Fraser's mouth. He dragged his thumb along his bottom lip and then his knuckles across his jaw before drawing it back down to help him balance. He was killin' him. Fraser was goddamn killin' him with that mouth and those hands.

Fraser's pants were already undone, so there was nothing stopping him from teasingly biting the waistband of his boxers, pulling it up just enough to sneak a finger or two under. Ray licked his lip at an oddly familiar taste, and then almost laughed, just a quick sound of amusement. "I can't believe you actually starch 'em," he says. "Really gonna loosen you up, y'know."

His fingers slide along the waistband and then tug down gently. He needs Fraser to cooperate, lift up so he can slide'em down, tacitly say it's okay, that he really does want this. Ray doesn't ever take good news for granted -- he needs the evidence, needs to be shown it's all true.

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Fraser gasped, his hand tightening sharply on the back of Ray's neck. "Ngh..." He let out a breath, huffing in a mixture of amusement and impatience. "Yes, I've no doubt you will," he replied dryly, the sarcasm slightly ruined by the thickness of his voice. Ray wasn't honestly going to try and banter now, was he? Fraser was starting to understand what Ray meant by 'dying of waiting.'

Well, apparently not, thank goodness. Fraser sighed gratefully, lifting his hips without hesitation as Ray tugged on his waistband. He kept his eyes on Ray's face as he did it, though, and despite his best efforts he could feel his face start to darken again. There was really no turning back, from this -- not for him, but for Ray. Fraser had no questions for himself. He was... he was offering himself to Ray, quite literally. He licked his lips nervously, watching, waiting to see what Ray would do.

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Ray managed a slightly awkward maneuver, shifting back and forth 'til he got everything off Fraser, right down to the socks, and chucking it over the side of the bed. He was trying, at first, to not dislodge that hand on the back of his neck, but eventually he gave up and just got the job done.

Y'know, when you picture somebody naked, you get this weird, slightly fuzzy picture, all slick like a magazine. No details, just this shape. And then you get someone totally naked and it's like puttin' on your glasses -- you suddenly got all these little things to stare at and touch...

He didn't meet Fraser's eye because he's so busy looking over the rest; running his thumbs over his thighs, eyes measuring everything up with undisguised delight. He chewed the inside of his lip as he planned the attack; the goal here was to get Fraser to say his name all over the place. If Fraser was offering? Ray was taking. Especially since Fraser Jr here was so politely saluting. He leaned in for one long, slow swipe of his tongue, right to the tip.

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Well, that answered that, Fraser thought, and that was probably going to be his last coherent thought for the night; the moment Ray's tongue touched him the world went blurred and white-hot, and the only thing he could think was Ray, Ray, Ray, Ray, Ray, over and over, not the way he usually said it to get his attention but like a mantra, a poem. "Ray," he moaned, a single stanza. His hands had fallen to the sheets when Ray had moved away, but one lifted again, twisting through the soft blonde spikes.

Oh God, it felt so good to have something like this again. To be able to enjoy this again. Every nerve was awake, every inch of him alive and aware of Ray's presence and desperately wanting more. Fraser knew that even his iron control wasn't going to last long like this, and for the first time in ages he just didn't care. Ray had always been able to make him lose it anyway -- he was one of the only people who could -- and this was much nicer than another fight. Much nicer.

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Score. Win! Hey, I think he likes it! Hey Mikey! Ray just grins to himself and butts his head up into Fraser's hand. Stroking is very very welcome, oh yes, and twisting and touching. It'd been years since he'd been around a guy, but really he's got the parts and tackle pretty much down to a science. Y'know, he knew what he liked and it was always a damn fine start.

He wrapped his fingers around the base of Fraser's cock and gave it another lick or two, swirling his tongue around the head before finally getting to the good bit, taking it into his mouth with a leisurely bob of his head. Any other time he's impatient as hell. This? This could go on for hours.

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It really couldn't, and if Ray tried he was going to have one frustrated Mountie on his hands, but right now Fraser was gone. He hadn't realized it would be this good; either Ray had more experience than he thought, or a secretly amazing memory. Or maybe it was just that all the talking he did had had a positive effect -- in which case Fraser could only hope that years of Inuit stories had paid off in kind. Whatever it was, he was finding his mind thoroughly blown.

He struggled to keep still, something which was easy on an eleven-day stakeout but apparently incredibly difficult with Ray between his legs. The slow pace was really kind of maddening, and it would be so easy to rock up into that wet heat, to grab Ray's head and pull him down; but the last thing in the world he wanted was to hurt Ray, and that worry kept him just barely in check. Still, his fingers tightened in Ray's hair, his free hand fisting in the sheets. He moaned again, his breaths coming ragged and deep, shuddering in his chest.

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Probably bad to mention to Fraser that Ray remembered how to do this thanks in part to the ladies who had obliged him in the last few years. Heh. Probably very bad.

To be honest, he was going slow in part because he wanted to make Fraser snap -- man, that control can only last so long, right? -- and, well, in part because this was seriously Unfamiliar Territory and he was damn sure he didn't know how to, y'know, do everything. He pulled back with a wet pop as his fingers took over, stroking a little faster now.

"Good?" The question was entirely teasing, and his head dropped down to tongue the sensitive skin low on his stomach, the crease where body met thigh. Oo, was he starting to sweat? Score again! He tilted his head to bite and suck a little mark on the inside of Fraser's thigh before moving back up again.

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Fraser made a little sound of dismay as Ray pulled away, leaning his weight onto his elbow so he could halfway sit up and look at him. Was he--? He hissed out in pleasure as Ray nipped at his thigh, biting the inside of lip, but his eyes narrowed warily.

Sliding his hand lower on Ray's head, he gripped tight and pulled, hauling him upwards. "Ray," he growled softly, his eyes locked on the detective's, "I think you might be teasing me." And by 'think,' he meant that he knew full well that was what was going on. That was going to have to stop, of course. "That's not buddies," he murmured, dipping down to suck hard at a spot along his collarbone.

He shifted to lie back again, his hand wrapping around the one Ray had on him, pushing, urging it to move faster. No more teasing -- not from Ray, at least. Now, to get him back... Fraser licked at the delicate skin beneath Ray's jaw, the hand in his hair sliding down to his chest, rubbing over a nipple. "Ray," he breathed into his ear, almost a whimper -- he was guessing he'd like that.

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... did he just get manhandled? Oh man. Ray kept a leg deliberately cocked so he could rub the bulge in his jeans against Fraser's hip, just a nice little rock. "Fraser. Do I look like a man who'd be teasing you?" Which, y'know, the answer was entirely yes, but whatever. He got a growl and that meant as far as he was concerned? He'd won. Ray won, bwahah.

That's not... that's not buddies? Ray suppressed a sudden burst of giggles laughter only barely and barked out an amused sound again. Hell but he'd gotten Fraser in a state. He let him take over control of the strokes, fingers sliding faster. Everytime -- anytime -- Fraser said his name, he rocked harder against his hip. Hell. He shoulda gotten naked too. His jeans felt tighter'n usual to the twelve-trillionth degree.

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Fraser was going to assume that question was rhetorical because, one, Ray very much looked like a man who would be teasing him, with that cocky grin of his; and two, Fraser was a little preoccupied at the moment. The moaning had started out as a way to get Ray's attention, but they quickly became entirely real, his breath hitching in his throat at every movement of their joined hands, of Ray's hips against his.

Yes, he decided, the jeans most definitely needed to come off. The material was rough on his sensitized skin, and he wanted to feel Ray, to touch him the way Ray was touching him. He let Ray take back over, quickly undoing the fastenings, pushing his jeans and boxers over his narrow hips. Ray was going to have to take care of the rest, but at least now he could touch him, a freedom he eagerly took advantage of.

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Oh hell. Oh hell hell hell damn fuck. Fraser'd gotten un-distracted enough to get his hands all over Ray, and they were all over Ray. His hand stuttered in its stroking, and he tried to lift and kick and get his jeans down over his feet and away, away to the unimportant space outside the bed.

He made a completely incoherant sound and dropped his forehead onto Fraser's shoulder. "That's so freakin' good," he added. "You're so freakin' good." Danger, Will Robinson. Any barrier between what Ray thinks and what he says has been breeched. Babble ensues. "I got so many plans, Fraser. Things I'm gonna do with you..."

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The banter and the teasing had been downright frustrating, but this particular brand of Ray-chatter was completely different. This made him go hot all over -- he'd imagined making Ray moan, but he had never imagined making him lose control like this. It brought him dangerously close to losing it himself. He rocked up into Ray's hand and shuddered at the throb of pleasure that went through him, pressing his lips to his neck, his jaw, anywhere he could find. "Don't stop," he pleaded against his skin. "Tell me."

He was close, he could feel it, but he wanted Ray with him. This was what he'd been waiting for: all that intense, live-wired energy that made up Ray Kowalski alive because of him, focused on him. He wrapped his hand around him and began to stroke quickly, trying to mimic Ray's movements (minus all the teasing from before). "Ray, please." He found his mouth and kissed him heatedly, murmuring against his lips. "Tell me everything."

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"Going to get tangled up, touch parts 'a you you forgot you had." He was only too glad to oblige, words just spilling out of him, sometimes making less sense than they could. He sucked in a breath so he could manage a string of chatter, propped up on his elbow just enough so he could move. "Want to get you just like this, get all over you, and just ride you, kiss you 'til ya can't breathe."

His body gives an involuntary shudder, top to bottom, and he sets his teeth in Fraser's shoulder for a second, talking with hot bursts of breath against his skin. "Want you all done up in your uniform, zip open, doing me. Gonna get you alone and get my tongue in your mouth and hand down your pants, and not let you go 'til someone finds us."

He says more, but what it is is lost; his mouth is sealed over Fraser's and his hand is frantic now, wanting very badly for Fraser to let go.

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Fraser tried to hold on -- just a little more, just a little longer -- but there was no blocking out the images that sprang to mind and that was more than he could take. Ray's voice, his fingers, his lips destroyed whatever last shreds of control Fraser had in him, and he came with a muffled cry, the sound muted by the fervent kiss he pressed to Ray's mouth.

Ray, Ray, Ray, Ray, Ray. There was no one else in the world: it was them and this bed and if he died right now he didn't think Heaven itself could be better than this moment. He clutched to Ray desperately, his hips bucking, driving against Ray's hand as his climax rocked him. Ray, Ray, Ray, Ray. He didn't even realize he was saying it aloud until he started to come down again, shuddering, gasping for breath. "Oh, God, Ray."

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Ray wasn't nearly so on edge, and it's a damn good thing, too, because that voice of Fraser's would set a dead man's skin skinging. Mm. He was still dragging lazy kisses along Fraser's throat as he came down, nothing overstimulating. Just a soft press of lips, and another, and again. "Some day," he promises to both himself and Fraser, "I am gonna get you to say a dirty word."

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"Mm..." He sighed, stretching out beneath Ray, tracing his fingers in absent circles over his hip. "Doubtful," he replied with a grin. "But you're certainly welcome to try." Especially if 'trying' meant some of the things Ray had just been talking about... Fraser rumbled a low sound of pleasure and tipped Ray's face up, kissing him lightly.

It took him a moment for his mind to clear, but then he realized with a slight pang of guilt that Ray was still hard. Oh, dear. That would never do. He cleared his throat, pushing lightly on Ray's shoulder. "Ray? Would you mind lying on your back?" he asked, as politely as if they weren't naked and in the middle of doing assorted inappropriate things to each other.

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"Mind?" Ray actually laughs, at that, and kisses Fraser one more time before rolling over onto his back on the other side of the bed. "He asks if I'd mind," he remarks to the ceiling, silly grin on his face. He wipes a hand on the bedsheet before lacing his fingers behind his head, smirking up at Fraser. "You're such a freak, Fraser." He loves the freakiness.

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"Yes, Ray," Fraser replied mildly. He was going to assume Ray meant it as a compliment this time. He shifted to sit beside him, leaning over him, though he didn't do anything but look at first. Ray's clothes had been gotten off in the heat of the moment; this was the first chance Fraser had really gotten to look at him, and he wanted to take full advantage of the opportunity.

God, but Ray was stunning. Absolutely stunning, stretched out below him like this. And his. Fraser smiled and lifted a hand to trail lightly over Ray's stomach, following the path with his mouth in slow, soft, wet kisses.