[The second he'd shifted back to Fraser's lips he was greeted with eagerness, assaulted almost immediately with that tongue wrapping around his and matched just as quickly. That reserved chasteness of his initial brush of lips was all but gone, replaced by a desperation that had him groaning out against Fraser's mouth. This was so much better than anything he could have hoped for. Paling in comparison to those frustrated nights alone in his room unable to think of anything but this damned Mountie. He couldn't have even dreamt of this, of Fraser grappling against him, pulling him in close, yearning for this just as much as Stan was.
As Vecchio sorted out the uniform, Kowalski's hand shifts instead to Fraser's shoulder, fingers kneading into the muscle underneath that red serge. He doesn't even register the lack of leather or the loosened collar until Fraser breaks away, barely a breath from Stanley but enough to give the American a moments reflection.
Oh God. Oh God. This was real. It was too far fetched not to be. They were really hip to hip to hip, pushed against each other, panting and moaning. That was really Fraser speaking, really Fraser carefully rocking against him, really Fraser's lips so close to his.]
Ben. [He gasped out, not even concerned with what Ray the request had been aimed at. He'll call Fraser whatever the fuck he wants if they can just keep going with this. God, he was barely able to think straight with the Mountie of his dreams and the Italian that had kept him horny for days now. This could be beautiful or dirty. Or possibly both. Either way, Stan's just hoping it keeps going.
Had he thanked Ray for this, yet? He can't remember. He can't remember anything beyond about two seconds ago when he was gasping out that almost foreign name on his lips. But the thanking can be done now easily, breaking away again to shift towards Fraser's neck, up towards his ear and inevitably to Vecchio's lips. Stanley nuzzles in against his partner's skin, in close enough to get his lips touching Vecchio's, his tongue flicking first out against Fraser's ear and then at Ray's mouth, pushing for attention. Kowalski can be grateful when he chooses to be, but it might also have something to do with urgently trying to get back some of that night back into his physical memory, craving it all over again, just with an extra body between them. Or under them. Or on them. He really didn't care.]
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As Vecchio sorted out the uniform, Kowalski's hand shifts instead to Fraser's shoulder, fingers kneading into the muscle underneath that red serge. He doesn't even register the lack of leather or the loosened collar until Fraser breaks away, barely a breath from Stanley but enough to give the American a moments reflection.
Oh God. Oh God. This was real. It was too far fetched not to be. They were really hip to hip to hip, pushed against each other, panting and moaning. That was really Fraser speaking, really Fraser carefully rocking against him, really Fraser's lips so close to his.]
Ben. [He gasped out, not even concerned with what Ray the request had been aimed at. He'll call Fraser whatever the fuck he wants if they can just keep going with this. God, he was barely able to think straight with the Mountie of his dreams and the Italian that had kept him horny for days now. This could be beautiful or dirty. Or possibly both. Either way, Stan's just hoping it keeps going.
Had he thanked Ray for this, yet? He can't remember. He can't remember anything beyond about two seconds ago when he was gasping out that almost foreign name on his lips. But the thanking can be done now easily, breaking away again to shift towards Fraser's neck, up towards his ear and inevitably to Vecchio's lips. Stanley nuzzles in against his partner's skin, in close enough to get his lips touching Vecchio's, his tongue flicking first out against Fraser's ear and then at Ray's mouth, pushing for attention. Kowalski can be grateful when he chooses to be, but it might also have something to do with urgently trying to get back some of that night back into his physical memory, craving it all over again, just with an extra body between them. Or under them. Or on them. He really didn't care.]