[ The simple fact of it was that Ray had seen some sort of reciprocation like this coming, and like hell was he going to be on the receiving end of Stanley Kowalski's revenge without having some lube on his person. Might as well accidentally shoot his own ass cheek off, he'd be more comfortable sitting with a gunshot wound than going through anything like that. It could be at any time, in any place; a closet, an office, a washroom, the back alley behind a dive bar--who knew. But he wasn't going to go into it unprepared. Literally.
Okay, so he hadn't guessed 'In the Interrogation Room with Fraser', but life had a way of surprising you. It had surprised him with this sexual thing the first time around.
Patience. Hah, patience, that was funny. He'd shown Kowalski last time that he was overwhelmingly blessed with patience. He'd turned him to jelly with how patient he'd been. But he couldn't find it in himself to complain. His legs released, kicked wider in relief. He was depending entirely on Fraser to hold him up now; his heels were all of his feet that brushed the floor, and yet the full support of his former partner seemed allied with him, his bruised and scratched back supported on a slab of pure, smooth, perfect Mountie.
This was too good to think about distracting things like kicking Kowalski in the head for fun. He could have done it, with where Stanley was kneeling, and yet his mind was on everything but violence. Kowalski's finger was rolling a languid circle, teasing, the slick trail of lubricant left behind on his thighs cooling wonderfully in the hot air, and his mouth--as that finger pushed inside, Kowalski's warm mouth was pressing into the space between Fraser's hands and his thighs, so close to his cock that he could almost feel it.
He groaned, low and deep, a throttled and urgent sound, but it was a sound of anticipation and not pain. Kowalski couldn't hurt him with one finger if he tried. But Fraser? God, Fraser had to stop. The steady kneading had been building up as they talked, and the intrusion of the finger had been a reminder of just how close he'd been brought already. He wasn't sure how much more he could take. That voice, those hands, that mouth. ]
Hey Benny. Benny, you gotta stop okay? I'm begging you. I'm gonna go up like a Roman Candle if you keep this up. I can't take it. Benny, please.
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Okay, so he hadn't guessed 'In the Interrogation Room with Fraser', but life had a way of surprising you. It had surprised him with this sexual thing the first time around.
Patience. Hah, patience, that was funny. He'd shown Kowalski last time that he was overwhelmingly blessed with patience. He'd turned him to jelly with how patient he'd been. But he couldn't find it in himself to complain. His legs released, kicked wider in relief. He was depending entirely on Fraser to hold him up now; his heels were all of his feet that brushed the floor, and yet the full support of his former partner seemed allied with him, his bruised and scratched back supported on a slab of pure, smooth, perfect Mountie.
This was too good to think about distracting things like kicking Kowalski in the head for fun. He could have done it, with where Stanley was kneeling, and yet his mind was on everything but violence. Kowalski's finger was rolling a languid circle, teasing, the slick trail of lubricant left behind on his thighs cooling wonderfully in the hot air, and his mouth--as that finger pushed inside, Kowalski's warm mouth was pressing into the space between Fraser's hands and his thighs, so close to his cock that he could almost feel it.
He groaned, low and deep, a throttled and urgent sound, but it was a sound of anticipation and not pain. Kowalski couldn't hurt him with one finger if he tried. But Fraser? God, Fraser had to stop. The steady kneading had been building up as they talked, and the intrusion of the finger had been a reminder of just how close he'd been brought already. He wasn't sure how much more he could take. That voice, those hands, that mouth. ]
Hey Benny. Benny, you gotta stop okay? I'm begging you. I'm gonna go up like a Roman Candle if you keep this up. I can't take it. Benny, please.