Fic: The Only Way to Fly (F/K) NC17
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ds_slashTitle: The Only Way to Fly
Author: SM
Pairing: Fraser/RayK
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: none
Summary: Another end to another adventure.
Author's Notes: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
skater_g8r. Happy belated birthday.
Ray drummed his fingers on the counter as the tickets were printed. The grizzled old man raised a hairy eyebrow. “You don’t look no worse for wear, why you leaving early this year?”
Ray rolled his shoulders impatiently, then tried to pass it off as a shrug. It wasn’t his fault some sleazeball got a smarmy lawyer to move his court date up while Ray was on vacation in the tundra. “Gotta be in court tomorrow.”
“Done killed him finally, eh?” Yellow teeth snapped together as the old man cackled. “Where’d you bury the body, with Franklin’s hand?”
Ray showed his teeth back, everyone was a comedian, and stuffed his wallet away. “Nah. Not this time.” He jerked his thumb toward the john, like the guy needed to know where Ben was.
The old coot was still smiling and Ray kicked the pile of bags under the counter for him a little harder than necessary. Beat a kick in the head.
The john was just as he remembered, chipped sink, leaning stall, a flowery deodorizer in the urinal. He locked the door. The little hook and latch appeared between the third and fourth year of their annual adventure and Ben’s neck still flushed red when he heard the metal clasp connect. Ray refused to be bothered. They weren’t fooling anyone and everyone knew it.
“Come ‘ere,” he murmured, though Ben stayed bowed over the sink and he was the one moving. Ben watched him in the mirror, dark eyes falling shut when Ray took hold of his waist. “Come on, buddy.” He pulled Ben back against him and deftly opened his pants. He was already hard and the first touch of Ray’s spit slick hand on hot skin made him moan in Ray’s ear.
“Shhh, I got ya.” Ray stroked hard and fast. It wasn’t just because he was in a hurry, the frenzy was part of the ritual and he didn’t want to think about the next ten minutes. Or the ten after that when the bags were loaded and Ben said good-bye. See ya next year.
Or he didn’t.
Ray was sure too many years of a good thing meant the wheels were bound to come off sooner than later and this way Ben wasn’t thinking about anything either except his brain dribbling out his ears. He could work with that.
Ben started to shake, struggling not to come despite Ray’s effort, and he shook right out of Ray’s grasp and fell to his knees on the slush and muck covered floor. Ray may have knocked his fist around and fluttered some paper towels down to the floor but everything else was forgotten pretty quickly when Ben was sucking him off.
His fists fell to Ben’s shoulders, balling his jacket up in huge handfuls until he couldn’t take it anymore, he wasn’t giving in either, and he jerked Ben back up. Ray stumbled and fell against the wall, Ben’s weight crushing him as they slammed together. Ray’s lips were chapped and bleeding when Ben’s teeth scraped against his mouth, but it just made Ben suck and hump harder. Ray was going to have permanent teeth marks on his thighs from their zippers but he didn’t care because Ben wrapped one big hand around both their dicks and they were coming. Loud and messy.
“Oh, boy,” Ray gasped, blinking back the spots that blurred Ben’s face.
Ben nuzzled his cheek. “Ray. That was--”
“Yeah.”
“Ray.” Ben’s tone was slightly admonishing because Ray wouldn’t let him say it. “I love you.”
“Freak,” Ray whispered against his lips, despite feeling his chest loosen. He was too old for this shit.
Ben pulled away and handed Ray some towels to clean up with. They both smiled when they heard the plane landing on the little strip outside. Ray adjusted his clothes as Ben slipped their tickets from his pocket and checked everything was in order. “Let’s go home, Ray.”
Author: SM
Pairing: Fraser/RayK
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: none
Summary: Another end to another adventure.
Author's Notes: For
skater_g8r. Happy belated birthday.Ray drummed his fingers on the counter as the tickets were printed. The grizzled old man raised a hairy eyebrow. “You don’t look no worse for wear, why you leaving early this year?”
Ray rolled his shoulders impatiently, then tried to pass it off as a shrug. It wasn’t his fault some sleazeball got a smarmy lawyer to move his court date up while Ray was on vacation in the tundra. “Gotta be in court tomorrow.”
“Done killed him finally, eh?” Yellow teeth snapped together as the old man cackled. “Where’d you bury the body, with Franklin’s hand?”
Ray showed his teeth back, everyone was a comedian, and stuffed his wallet away. “Nah. Not this time.” He jerked his thumb toward the john, like the guy needed to know where Ben was.
The old coot was still smiling and Ray kicked the pile of bags under the counter for him a little harder than necessary. Beat a kick in the head.
The john was just as he remembered, chipped sink, leaning stall, a flowery deodorizer in the urinal. He locked the door. The little hook and latch appeared between the third and fourth year of their annual adventure and Ben’s neck still flushed red when he heard the metal clasp connect. Ray refused to be bothered. They weren’t fooling anyone and everyone knew it.
“Come ‘ere,” he murmured, though Ben stayed bowed over the sink and he was the one moving. Ben watched him in the mirror, dark eyes falling shut when Ray took hold of his waist. “Come on, buddy.” He pulled Ben back against him and deftly opened his pants. He was already hard and the first touch of Ray’s spit slick hand on hot skin made him moan in Ray’s ear.
“Shhh, I got ya.” Ray stroked hard and fast. It wasn’t just because he was in a hurry, the frenzy was part of the ritual and he didn’t want to think about the next ten minutes. Or the ten after that when the bags were loaded and Ben said good-bye. See ya next year.
Or he didn’t.
Ray was sure too many years of a good thing meant the wheels were bound to come off sooner than later and this way Ben wasn’t thinking about anything either except his brain dribbling out his ears. He could work with that.
Ben started to shake, struggling not to come despite Ray’s effort, and he shook right out of Ray’s grasp and fell to his knees on the slush and muck covered floor. Ray may have knocked his fist around and fluttered some paper towels down to the floor but everything else was forgotten pretty quickly when Ben was sucking him off.
His fists fell to Ben’s shoulders, balling his jacket up in huge handfuls until he couldn’t take it anymore, he wasn’t giving in either, and he jerked Ben back up. Ray stumbled and fell against the wall, Ben’s weight crushing him as they slammed together. Ray’s lips were chapped and bleeding when Ben’s teeth scraped against his mouth, but it just made Ben suck and hump harder. Ray was going to have permanent teeth marks on his thighs from their zippers but he didn’t care because Ben wrapped one big hand around both their dicks and they were coming. Loud and messy.
“Oh, boy,” Ray gasped, blinking back the spots that blurred Ben’s face.
Ben nuzzled his cheek. “Ray. That was--”
“Yeah.”
“Ray.” Ben’s tone was slightly admonishing because Ray wouldn’t let him say it. “I love you.”
“Freak,” Ray whispered against his lips, despite feeling his chest loosen. He was too old for this shit.
Ben pulled away and handed Ray some towels to clean up with. They both smiled when they heard the plane landing on the little strip outside. Ray adjusted his clothes as Ben slipped their tickets from his pocket and checked everything was in order. “Let’s go home, Ray.”
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