[ He'd encouraged Fraser forward, but Ray didn't expect him to buckle like that, to go immediately down to his knees and start sucking on Stanley's bruised wrists like he was some sort of skin starved Mountie vampire. It was everything he could do to keep his eyes off Fraser, because he knew that if he looked he'd lose the game, he'd lose some part of himself that could still stand that this was all Stanley's now and not his own.
So he watched. He stared into Stanley's face as Fraser's tongue made him pant and gasp, and cocked his head over to one side, desperately keeping his eyes up, challenging. Come on, just try it.
And then Stanley grins, and his eyes flick down and up again and fuck fuck fuck Ray's eyes follow, and snap immediately back up, but already there's the snapshot of Fraser prostrate at Stanley's feet, his neck straining from pressure as he sucks on Stanley's wrist, the wet noises of a mouth on bare skin. Jealousy and desire flare up in equal measure, and his instinct is to punch that stupid grin right off Kowalski's face, because Fraser was his Mountie first, but all he does is clench his fist and unclench it again, squeezing the life out of his fingers in the hope that it stops him from breaking Stanley's jaw for no good reason.
Easy Vecchio. Temper. They were, after all, back in Vegas. Or at least in Nevada. God only knew this wasn't ending when they left this room. ]
You'd like that, huh? Both of us on our knees?
[ So fight it was.
He stepped forward at once, careful not to trip over Fraser, and seized a handful of Ray Kowalski's hair, tugging his head back. In he ducked, quick like a fox, inhaling deeply through his nose from the corner of the other man's jaw. There was a pause, suspense, and then he was nuzzling into the bruise there, soft and gentle at first, then harder as his mouth closed over the spot where his teeth had left a mark against the bone, digging back into it with renewed and vicious vigor.
His free hand, though, that reached out to curl across Ray's in Fraser's hair, keeping the Mountie between them still like he was using him as a metaphorical shield to hold back Stanley's ability to fight back. Hell, they were all going to end up on the floor at some point. Being upright was overrated. ]
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So he watched. He stared into Stanley's face as Fraser's tongue made him pant and gasp, and cocked his head over to one side, desperately keeping his eyes up, challenging. Come on, just try it.
And then Stanley grins, and his eyes flick down and up again and fuck fuck fuck Ray's eyes follow, and snap immediately back up, but already there's the snapshot of Fraser prostrate at Stanley's feet, his neck straining from pressure as he sucks on Stanley's wrist, the wet noises of a mouth on bare skin. Jealousy and desire flare up in equal measure, and his instinct is to punch that stupid grin right off Kowalski's face, because Fraser was his Mountie first, but all he does is clench his fist and unclench it again, squeezing the life out of his fingers in the hope that it stops him from breaking Stanley's jaw for no good reason.
Easy Vecchio. Temper. They were, after all, back in Vegas. Or at least in Nevada. God only knew this wasn't ending when they left this room. ]
You'd like that, huh? Both of us on our knees?
[ So fight it was.
He stepped forward at once, careful not to trip over Fraser, and seized a handful of Ray Kowalski's hair, tugging his head back. In he ducked, quick like a fox, inhaling deeply through his nose from the corner of the other man's jaw. There was a pause, suspense, and then he was nuzzling into the bruise there, soft and gentle at first, then harder as his mouth closed over the spot where his teeth had left a mark against the bone, digging back into it with renewed and vicious vigor.
His free hand, though, that reached out to curl across Ray's in Fraser's hair, keeping the Mountie between them still like he was using him as a metaphorical shield to hold back Stanley's ability to fight back. Hell, they were all going to end up on the floor at some point. Being upright was overrated. ]