[ Fraser still had it in him to do what nobody should be able to do after an orgasm like that. He helped Ray up, just enough that he could pull himself free - and wasn't that a strange feeling, stranger even then pushing inside? - but then he was free, and Fraser's hips and legs were no longer holding the bulk of Ray's weight.
He found out immediately how boneless Ray was, and Stanley with him, and he found himself supporting their bodies and his own even more awkwardly, tilting inward so that they all slumped together at the same speed, crumpling down to the ground. It took forever, and yet wasn't soon enough, before they were all lying about each other in a legless, slippery heap. Fraser tried his best to angle his legs so as to avoid getting his own come on his breeches, but with Ray's tangled around his own it was nearly impossible. Next time--next time they had to at least get out of their clothes, this was ridiculous.
As just getting his breathing steady was hard, he decided not to bother raising his head, where it had fallen into the crook of Ray's neck. The heat rose off him, sweat evaporating, leaving his skin covered in goose pimples. Fraser shivered too, even though the cold didn't actually bother him, but in sympathy, and pressed closer, managing at last to look at his partner, to drink in the sight of him crumpled there and covered - god, covered - in semen: Ray's and Ray's. He licked his lips despite himself, then found Kowalski's eyes. Post orgasmic, shining with satisfaction--oh, he liked that look. He wanted to see it more often. ]
You...
[ He didn't know what he wanted to say, he realised, and so for a moment he just smiled, rubbing his cheek against Ray's neck, his ear contentedly. He made a soft, happy noise, then: ]
You're both terrible. [ He said, with absolute warmth. They were. ]
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He found out immediately how boneless Ray was, and Stanley with him, and he found himself supporting their bodies and his own even more awkwardly, tilting inward so that they all slumped together at the same speed, crumpling down to the ground. It took forever, and yet wasn't soon enough, before they were all lying about each other in a legless, slippery heap. Fraser tried his best to angle his legs so as to avoid getting his own come on his breeches, but with Ray's tangled around his own it was nearly impossible. Next time--next time they had to at least get out of their clothes, this was ridiculous.
As just getting his breathing steady was hard, he decided not to bother raising his head, where it had fallen into the crook of Ray's neck. The heat rose off him, sweat evaporating, leaving his skin covered in goose pimples. Fraser shivered too, even though the cold didn't actually bother him, but in sympathy, and pressed closer, managing at last to look at his partner, to drink in the sight of him crumpled there and covered - god, covered - in semen: Ray's and Ray's. He licked his lips despite himself, then found Kowalski's eyes. Post orgasmic, shining with satisfaction--oh, he liked that look. He wanted to see it more often. ]
You...
[ He didn't know what he wanted to say, he realised, and so for a moment he just smiled, rubbing his cheek against Ray's neck, his ear contentedly. He made a soft, happy noise, then: ]
You're both terrible. [ He said, with absolute warmth. They were. ]