[ Trapped trapped trapped he was trapped, frozen on the spot, and though Fraser knew intrinsically that all he had to do to stop this was throw up his shoulders and move around the corner of the table, he found he couldn't bring himself to do it, or perhaps didn't want to. He stayed put, tense, all but vibrating on the spot as first Ray Vecchio stepped up close behind him, purring obscenities in his ear that made him at once afraid (of himself, mostly, but of them too) and hard...hard as a glacier despite the sudden heat soaking through him. Ray was hot, Stanley was hot, and now Fraser felt hot too, so overcome with it that he felt it might even be palpable to both of them, waves of heat radiating outwards.
Just let it go. All the things that terrified him. All the things he hadn't let himself feel before or since Victoria. It was all coiled up inside him like knots wound on a boat propeller, and oh--oh, he knew that the need inside of him had backed up to intolerable, even dangerous proportions. He was almost afraid of himself, afraid of what he could do if he was encouraged to let go.
But they were so...they were so gentle. His partners, his best friends. They slid in unthreateningly, the heat of Ray as he stepped at last against his back, encircling strong safe arms around him, the gentle kiss that brushed against his lips, inquiring but not demanding. Another mouth brushing warm against the edge of his jaw. He felt himself tense, felt those knots tighten briefly in terror, and then he was following their advice, letting it go, sinking down into the heat of Ray's chest gratefully and bringing his own hands up to Stanley's hips, holding him hesitantly, as though he were afraid that he might break him.
Where Ray's mouth had barely brushed his own and hovered, now Fraser reciprocated with almost the same amount of pressure, inclining his jaw up a degree and kissing him back with a low and desperate intensity. The vibration didn't stop, but now it was focused into a single point, reassuring as much as he hoped to reassure himself, and not knowing what the hell he was doing, only that he couldn't bear to stop. ]
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Just let it go. All the things that terrified him. All the things he hadn't let himself feel before or since Victoria. It was all coiled up inside him like knots wound on a boat propeller, and oh--oh, he knew that the need inside of him had backed up to intolerable, even dangerous proportions. He was almost afraid of himself, afraid of what he could do if he was encouraged to let go.
But they were so...they were so gentle. His partners, his best friends. They slid in unthreateningly, the heat of Ray as he stepped at last against his back, encircling strong safe arms around him, the gentle kiss that brushed against his lips, inquiring but not demanding. Another mouth brushing warm against the edge of his jaw. He felt himself tense, felt those knots tighten briefly in terror, and then he was following their advice, letting it go, sinking down into the heat of Ray's chest gratefully and bringing his own hands up to Stanley's hips, holding him hesitantly, as though he were afraid that he might break him.
Where Ray's mouth had barely brushed his own and hovered, now Fraser reciprocated with almost the same amount of pressure, inclining his jaw up a degree and kissing him back with a low and desperate intensity. The vibration didn't stop, but now it was focused into a single point, reassuring as much as he hoped to reassure himself, and not knowing what the hell he was doing, only that he couldn't bear to stop. ]