Benton Fraser | Due South

[dogsled]

BENTON FRASER。

"You know, Fraser, when they offered me this assignment, they made it sound kind of normal. They say, 'Hey, Ray, here's a chance to start over, ditch the past.' 'What's the catch?' I say. 'Oh, your partner's Canadian.' Canadian? I got nothing against Canadians, except for the time when they won the World Series, which I'm willing to overlook. But at no time did they say, 'you'll be working with a Mountie who's got a wolf that's a florist'"

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[dogsled]

[ Ray's concern resonated through him, but so did his absolute spent happiness, the fact that they'd done this - finally done this - and it had been glorious, wonderful, everything that both of them could have wanted it to be. Fraser felt full, fucked out, finally exhausted for possibly only the third time in his entire life, and he just wanted to lay here, letting the feeling absorb him, let it corrode him like a slow acid and carry him away.

He didn't want to move. He didn't think he could, and he didn't want to, because Ray's cock was still inside him, and he'd wanted it for so long now that the idea of pulling away was almost unbearable. At the same time they'd come hard, so much so that the stickiness was already spilled down the inside of Fraser's thighs thanks to his last few urgent thrusts, and it decorated the hot space between their bodies that Fraser couldn't find the energy to move in. There it was drying swiftly, tacky and sticky and a powerful reminder of the sex, of the almost synchronous orgasms, of the way Ray had felt when he'd released inside of him. He'd end up having to peel himself off Ray's chest.

But that would be worth it, he decided, and shifted over, tangling one leg around the back of Ray's and holding their bodies tight together as he dropped onto his side on the bed. He squeezed, as though to make Ray promise that he wasn't going to pull away, then raised his tired, tearsoaked face, reflecting his earnest joy up at Ray. ]

Never better. [ He was back to real words, it seemed, though he still looked faraway, running his now free hand up and down Ray's side, reflecting again on those last beautiful moments: Ray's gasps and pants and his last orgasmic groan as they came together, th way his body writhed and thrust as best it could, the ache in his thighs that was only now subsiding... The blankets were awkwardly tucked under them, and Fraser knew he'd have to pull off to get them, so for now he was ignoring the oncoming chill, stretching out this moment for as long as he possibly could.

He wanted to snuggle, to stay awake, but he knew he didn't have it in him. He was positively exhausted, and the day had been far too long already; the possibility of snatching a few hours sleep in Ray's arms was an invitation he simply couldn't pass on.

He scrubbed his face against Ray's pillow once, then leant up and caught his partner's lips tenderly in his own once again, his kiss like his word much more coherent now than it had been in the depths of their intercourse, if still as breathless. ]

I couldn't be happier, Ray. What about you?

[kickem]

[There wasn't any chance of Ray moving any time soon. Even with the mess of sheets, sweat and come they were laying in, he was quite happy to lay there and keep Fraser close and possibly never move ever again. He'd die happy if he went right now, the only think left to live for was more of this. Like hopefully every day kind of more.

This had been something he'd been needing for so long in his life and hadn't even realised it. Finally he felt whole again, content like he hadn't felt since the early stages of his and Stella's marriage, but God he hoped this didn't go the same way. It couldn't do, not when he'd never felt so certain of anything than right now. Fraser wasn't Stella. Fraser was his best friend, work partner and everything in between. Fraser dealt with every in and out and up and down of Ray, they'd been through too much and had their relationship tested far too often to back out now.

With a content hum he lifted a heavy arm, hand seeking Fraser's cheek seconds after that kiss was brushed against his lips. He cupped lightly, thumb lifting just enough to swipe delicately at the corner of his partner's eye, catching any stray wetness that pillow scrub had missed.]

Real good. Real happy.

[And he sounds it as he leans up just enough to catch another brush of lips, all he can manage before he's having to flop back into the bed, teeth flashing into an amused smile.]

Y'know I'd cry if I had to have sex with me too.

[dogsled]

[ He felt like Ray was seeing him peeled open, honest and true, for perhaps the first time. That wasn't true, of course, but the situation was such an intimate one that he truly did feel as though he'd been laid out, laid bare, exposed. The tears he'd wept, willingly shown to Ray, shining in his face. He made his own soft noise as Ray's thumb sought out the last traces of his tears, the action so magnificently fond that it almost made his heart break then and there. He felt so loved, tilted his head into Ray's hand, and then sighed against his mouth when the kiss came--just a brush, but more than enough to get the sentiment across along with everything else.

His mouth curled into laughter under Ray's hand, though there wasn't even a note of it. Fraser didn't have the breath to actually laugh. But he did press his smile back into Ray's shoulder, his chest, settling down against him, around him still, as he let the last of the rush subside. ]

Mmm. [ He said again. He was getting good at that noise. ] Really? [ It sounded like mmreallee-mm? ] I think you'd--like it.

[ His eyes were closed, and Fraser managed to rub his cheek a little more against Ray's skin, little jerks of his head that very quickly slowed to nothing. Even that was too much, and his head, his body felt heavy, brimming over with exhaustion. It swept in around them both, and even if Fraser knew it was just a case of his lungs having to work less hard, his body shutting down for sleep, he couldn't help but acknowledge it, recognise it briefly in one last effort to look at Ray before he let it take him. He wanted to remember him right at this moment, happy and sated under him.

He saw, and then he closed his eyes, murmured something unintelligible, and exhaustion pulled the blinds of sleep over his eyes. He dozed, then slept, breathing soft and rhythmic and content. ]