ds_slash | Fic: Obsession, F/K, NC17

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Title: Obsession
Pairing: Fraser/Ray K
Rating: NC17
Notes: After I read Rings of Silver, Rings of Gold by

nicci_mac, I was left with a totally hot image engraved on my brain. Then this happened: my first Due South smut. 940 words of pure PWP with no redeeming features whatsoever.

Super speedy beta by the incomparable

elfscribe5

Obsession

Fraser seems to have developed an obsession with Ray's nipples recently, and that's a pretty good thing as far as Ray's concerned. He read in a magazine once (probably Cosmo - Stella used to bring it home regularly, though never without a dismissive remark) that having their nipples played with is a real turn on for something like sixty-five percent of men. He can't help wondering what the other thirty-five percent feel. Is it just like an itch or an irritation for them, instead of those shooting streaks of pleasure that have Ray arching up, gasping, desperate for more? Maybe they've just never had it done right.

Stella used to like to lick them, or suck at them gently, playfully, and yeah, that was good, but with Fraser it's something else entirely. There are always teeth in with the tongue and it's intense, rough almost to the point of pain, and it drives Ray out of his mind. He's pretty sure he could come that way without anyone getting anywhere near his dick, and sooner or later he's going to want to find out if he's right. As it is, Fraser's never quite let him get that far.

There was that one time when Fraser got him in front of the mirror and pulled him up close, Ray's naked back against Fraser's fully dressed front, and just attacked him, hands on both his nipples and teeth in his neck. Ray was shouting out within seconds, clutching at Fraser's hips just to stay upright and grinding against him, hard, watching the whole unbelievable show in the glass. He'd been almost there, but when Fraser growled, "Touch yourself," he hadn't stopped to think, had just grabbed hold and gone for it. Three strokes and he was out, out for a good ten minutes of groaning and trying to breathe and wondering where the fuck his brain went, before he got it together enough to drag Fraser over to the bed and tear his jeans down and give him the blowjob he deserved for getting Ray off like that.

Sometime after that, Ray started thinking about piercing. He had his ear done back in the '80s, still has the hole there and could probably open it up if he tried. He remembers sliding the ring through, over and over, the faint catch and pull of the hinge, and tries to imagine the feeling translated to his nipples. Just the thought makes him shiver. Fraser would probably disapprove to begin with, but he'd be fascinated too, and no way would he be able to keep his fingers or his mouth off for long.

Whenever Ray thinks about it, he's hard right away, and if he jerks himself off it's over in less than a minute.

This time it's Ray who's flat on his back and yeah, naked, and Fraser's lying at his side. Fraser's got a leg draped across Ray's, just above the knees, holding him down and pushing a rock-hard erection up against him. Fraser's mouth's clamped around Ray's right nipple, and one hand's holding Ray's wrists above his head while the other alternates like he can't make up his mind, stroking up and down Ray's dick far too lightly, then sliding up to pinch his other nipple, far too hard. It's fucking torture, and Fraser knows damn well how much Ray's loving it.

He knows, too, when Ray's close enough that he hasn't a chance of holding it back, and that's when he finally grips Ray's dick properly, squeezing firmly with his thumb just flicking over the tip. And that's it for Ray, great hot pulses of excruciating pleasure, and shit, his nipples are going to be sore for days.

He waits till Fraser's finished using his fingers, till he's lubed himself up and he's pushed inside and he's fucking Ray steadily, eyes on his face the whole time. Ray's just come hard enough to damage something, but this, being spread open and forced apart and pinned down like this, with Fraser strong and demanding and taking what he wants, is almost enough to get him there again.

All he needs is to see Fraser losing it.

"'S good," Ray says, pushing down with his elbows as he tries to lift his hips higher. With his ankles hooked over Fraser's shoulders, it's not easy.

Fraser's pausing for a moment, getting his breath. He grunts, and stares down at Ray, like he's starving.

Ray brings both hands up to his own chest, slowly. Just the fingers circling lightly at first, then adding in the thumbs and squeezing gently, rhythmically. It's painful, but definitely in the good way.

Fraser’s eyes are huge. He starts moving again, and he's thrusting hard this time. Ray waits until he starts to pick up speed.

"So, Frase, I've been wondering about getting my nipples pierced," he says. "What do you think?"

Got to give Fraser his due, he does try to answer. But he doesn't get any further than "Dear God, Ray! You..." and then he's hitching Ray's legs up further, slamming into him, and it's all over bar the shouting, and there's plenty of that.

Afterwards they're lying tangled up together, half asleep and sticky with sweat and spunk and too blissed out to care. Ray drags his head across the pillow to kiss Fraser softly, and murmurs, "Hey."

"Nguh," Fraser says, and that's the end of that conversation.

So it looks like they'll have to discuss the nipple piercing thing another time. Ray's just about made the decision, anyway. It's going to hurt like hell, but he's got a feeling it's going to be worth it.