[ As Ray speaks up, Fraser experiences a moment of surprise, a flicker of it that's there and gone in a heartbeat but is more than enough--if not to bring him crashing down to earth then certainly to slow his ascent. He didn't want to be floating around in the high atmosphere without Ray, and he realized at once that this was where he wanted to be. Right here in Chicago, not spinning in deep space or in the echoing wilderness where noone could hear him cry out.
Here. With Ray.
He'd almost managed to shake his way out of delirium when Ray touched him. Everything span, and for a second that was all Fraser could feel: disorientation and the sensation of being about to pop out of his skin, and Ray's erection squeezed maybe too hard between his fingers. He bit clean into his bottom lip to keep quiet, and the pain was dazzling, spots dancing behind his tightly closed eyes. Dancing, spinning, whirling--wait, wait. Reality. Reality and Ray.
Fraser managed to peel open his eyes, force himself to unclamp his left hand, and though the effort made him shudder head to toe, he found the height to look down at Ray again, trying to negotiate a position where he could lock his shoulder and maintain it. His lips glistened red, but some of the clarity had at last come back into his eyes. Some of the recognition. ]
Ray. [ More softly this time, though he had to expel the rest of his excess energy as a gasp thereafter. ] Are you... [ He didn't even know what he was asking. Was Ray okay? Comfortable? Had Fraser hurt him? Could he keep up? ...Maybe a gag wasn't a bad idea. But he couldn't think of his questions long enough to express them; not with the state of his desire, and the idea of moving off the desk was so remote it may as well have been in Greenland. ]
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Here. With Ray.
He'd almost managed to shake his way out of delirium when Ray touched him. Everything span, and for a second that was all Fraser could feel: disorientation and the sensation of being about to pop out of his skin, and Ray's erection squeezed maybe too hard between his fingers. He bit clean into his bottom lip to keep quiet, and the pain was dazzling, spots dancing behind his tightly closed eyes. Dancing, spinning, whirling--wait, wait. Reality. Reality and Ray.
Fraser managed to peel open his eyes, force himself to unclamp his left hand, and though the effort made him shudder head to toe, he found the height to look down at Ray again, trying to negotiate a position where he could lock his shoulder and maintain it. His lips glistened red, but some of the clarity had at last come back into his eyes. Some of the recognition. ]
Ray. [ More softly this time, though he had to expel the rest of his excess energy as a gasp thereafter. ] Are you... [ He didn't even know what he was asking. Was Ray okay? Comfortable? Had Fraser hurt him? Could he keep up? ...Maybe a gag wasn't a bad idea. But he couldn't think of his questions long enough to express them; not with the state of his desire, and the idea of moving off the desk was so remote it may as well have been in Greenland. ]