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Yesterday I wrote some Fraser/RayK for ![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
porntestpilot and some Frank/Mikey for desfinado.
Back when Ray was convinced Fraser was straight-laced all the way through (and boy had he been surprised when he found out he wasn't), he had a dream. It was one of those dreams where anything could happen, and in it Fraser (and Dief) and he were camping. In his dream, there had only been one tent because tents were scarce. He isn't't sure, but maybe it had been one of those surreal post-apocalyptic things. And Fraser and Dief and he had been huddling for warmth because, well, it was cold. They were in a middle of a dystopian blizzard, maybe.
Ray doesn't remember all the details of the dream because it's been so long ago and so much has happened since then. But he still remembers, clear as a bell, the feeling of skin on one side of him and fur on the other.
Now he's having deja vu. There's no blizzard and there's no tent shortage, and the world hasn't gone to hell any more than usual. But he's got Fraser on his left and Dief on his right, and they're huddled under a blanket.
Other things that are different:
In his dream, he's pretty sure there wasn't any popcorn. Now, the three of them are sharing a big bowl of it. It's warm and buttered and salted, just the way Ray likes it. Fraser eats it slowly, like he's contemplating the texture of the popcorn on his taste buds. Ray just shovels it in, because that's how normal people eat it. Dief doesn't stick his muzzle in the bowl even though he probably wants to, but waits for Ray to feed it to him.
Also, in his dream, there hadn't been a TV. Now they're watching some horrible foreign language film Fraser loves and Ray is mocking. Dief ignores the screen in favor of licking Ray's ear.
And in his dream (because it never got that far), Dief never wandered off to give them privacy, Fraser never started stroking Ray's knee, and they never gave up on the movie (which hadn't been in the dream anyway) three quarters of the way through in order to start making out.
Ray's preferred real life to dreams ever since he and Fraser got their shit together and realized they were in love.
*
“Over here,” Mikey whispered, dragging Frank by the front of his shirt, off the sidewalk and behind the bushes.
“We're gonna get caught,” Frank said, but he sounded gleeful at the prospect. He had an exhibition kink – it figured he would.
Mikey didn't care, really. The thought of doing this here was hot, he admitted to himself. They'd made out everywhere else, why not at school?
Then he wasn't thinking about anything but the press of Frank's body and the way Frank's mouth fit against his own.
“I wanna...” Frank said between hard kisses. Mikey had him pressed against the brick of the English building, but Frank wriggled free and turned them around, until Mikey was back to the wall.
“What?” Mikey asked.
Frank looked up at him, his eyes half-lidded, and said, “I wanna go down on you.”
“Here?”
“Yeah. Right here.”
Mikey's dick twitched against the confines of his jeans. He shrugged coolly. “Okay.”
Frank grinned his stupid, beautiful grin and dropped to his knees. He did it so fast Mikey winced for him.
He looked up at Mikey, still smiling, and tugged at Mikey's fly. The button popped open and then the zipper was sliding down. Mikey took the opportunity to look around, make sure they weren't seen. Frank might be an exhibitionist, but Mikey didn't really want people to watch him get sucked off by his boyfriend.
Then Frank's hand was around his dick. He stroked once – could Mikey be any harder? – and then bowed his head.
Frank's breath was hot and moist, his tongue slick against the head of Mikey's cock. Mikey kept his eyes on where Frank's mouth met his dick, watched Frank take it in slowly – too slow, Jesus fuck.
“C'mon, don't make me beg,” Mikey breathed, just loud enough.
Frank looked up at him, wicked greed in his eyes, and took Mikey in deeper. Deep, hot, wet, tongue sliding against the underside. Frank backed off and then did it again, his head bobbing. Mikey sunk a hand into his hair and tugged him faster, harder, until he was fucking Frank's mouth.
He couldn't see Frank's eyes now; they were closed. Frank was concentrating, intent on nothing but Mikey's dick. He was gorgeous like this – on his knees in the dirt, just taking it as Mikey thrust into his mouth, into his throat. His lips were red and stretched, wet. Mikey couldn't look away.
That's when Frank dropped his hand to his own cock and squeezed himself through his jeans. He moaned, low and vibrating, and Mikey tightened his grip on Frank's hair.
“You get off on this so hard,” Mikey said, keeping his voice low. “You love the way my cock feels in your mouth. You fucking love it.”
Frank whined around Mikey's cock, bobbing his head faster, really working it. Mikey knew neither of them would last long.
Mikey came first, spurting down Frank's throat. Frank swallowed, pulled back, then swallowed again. He looked up at Mikey with blown pupils, so turned on he couldn't even get his own pants open. He rocked against his hand, hips stuttering, and then he was coming in his jeans.
Mikey pulled him to his feet when he was done, pulled him up into a sloppy kiss. Frank was so pliant, so soft after he came, like all the electricity had shorted out. Mikey loved making him like this.
“Lunch is almost over,” Mikey murmured, then continued to lick the taste of come from Frank's mouth.
“Mmm,” Frank said. “I think I'll skip out on my next class. Go home. Get a change of clothes.”
Mikey just smirked at him, he couldn't help it. He loved the fact that he'd made Frank come in his pants.
“See you after school, then,” Mikey said. “You coming over?”
Frank nodded and picked up the bag he'd dropped. Mikey watched as he walked away, out of the bushes and into the sunlight.
He was the best goddamned boyfriend in the world.
porntestpilot and some Frank/Mikey for desfinado. Back when Ray was convinced Fraser was straight-laced all the way through (and boy had he been surprised when he found out he wasn't), he had a dream. It was one of those dreams where anything could happen, and in it Fraser (and Dief) and he were camping. In his dream, there had only been one tent because tents were scarce. He isn't't sure, but maybe it had been one of those surreal post-apocalyptic things. And Fraser and Dief and he had been huddling for warmth because, well, it was cold. They were in a middle of a dystopian blizzard, maybe.
Ray doesn't remember all the details of the dream because it's been so long ago and so much has happened since then. But he still remembers, clear as a bell, the feeling of skin on one side of him and fur on the other.
Now he's having deja vu. There's no blizzard and there's no tent shortage, and the world hasn't gone to hell any more than usual. But he's got Fraser on his left and Dief on his right, and they're huddled under a blanket.
Other things that are different:
In his dream, he's pretty sure there wasn't any popcorn. Now, the three of them are sharing a big bowl of it. It's warm and buttered and salted, just the way Ray likes it. Fraser eats it slowly, like he's contemplating the texture of the popcorn on his taste buds. Ray just shovels it in, because that's how normal people eat it. Dief doesn't stick his muzzle in the bowl even though he probably wants to, but waits for Ray to feed it to him.
Also, in his dream, there hadn't been a TV. Now they're watching some horrible foreign language film Fraser loves and Ray is mocking. Dief ignores the screen in favor of licking Ray's ear.
And in his dream (because it never got that far), Dief never wandered off to give them privacy, Fraser never started stroking Ray's knee, and they never gave up on the movie (which hadn't been in the dream anyway) three quarters of the way through in order to start making out.
Ray's preferred real life to dreams ever since he and Fraser got their shit together and realized they were in love.
*
“Over here,” Mikey whispered, dragging Frank by the front of his shirt, off the sidewalk and behind the bushes.
“We're gonna get caught,” Frank said, but he sounded gleeful at the prospect. He had an exhibition kink – it figured he would.
Mikey didn't care, really. The thought of doing this here was hot, he admitted to himself. They'd made out everywhere else, why not at school?
Then he wasn't thinking about anything but the press of Frank's body and the way Frank's mouth fit against his own.
“I wanna...” Frank said between hard kisses. Mikey had him pressed against the brick of the English building, but Frank wriggled free and turned them around, until Mikey was back to the wall.
“What?” Mikey asked.
Frank looked up at him, his eyes half-lidded, and said, “I wanna go down on you.”
“Here?”
“Yeah. Right here.”
Mikey's dick twitched against the confines of his jeans. He shrugged coolly. “Okay.”
Frank grinned his stupid, beautiful grin and dropped to his knees. He did it so fast Mikey winced for him.
He looked up at Mikey, still smiling, and tugged at Mikey's fly. The button popped open and then the zipper was sliding down. Mikey took the opportunity to look around, make sure they weren't seen. Frank might be an exhibitionist, but Mikey didn't really want people to watch him get sucked off by his boyfriend.
Then Frank's hand was around his dick. He stroked once – could Mikey be any harder? – and then bowed his head.
Frank's breath was hot and moist, his tongue slick against the head of Mikey's cock. Mikey kept his eyes on where Frank's mouth met his dick, watched Frank take it in slowly – too slow, Jesus fuck.
“C'mon, don't make me beg,” Mikey breathed, just loud enough.
Frank looked up at him, wicked greed in his eyes, and took Mikey in deeper. Deep, hot, wet, tongue sliding against the underside. Frank backed off and then did it again, his head bobbing. Mikey sunk a hand into his hair and tugged him faster, harder, until he was fucking Frank's mouth.
He couldn't see Frank's eyes now; they were closed. Frank was concentrating, intent on nothing but Mikey's dick. He was gorgeous like this – on his knees in the dirt, just taking it as Mikey thrust into his mouth, into his throat. His lips were red and stretched, wet. Mikey couldn't look away.
That's when Frank dropped his hand to his own cock and squeezed himself through his jeans. He moaned, low and vibrating, and Mikey tightened his grip on Frank's hair.
“You get off on this so hard,” Mikey said, keeping his voice low. “You love the way my cock feels in your mouth. You fucking love it.”
Frank whined around Mikey's cock, bobbing his head faster, really working it. Mikey knew neither of them would last long.
Mikey came first, spurting down Frank's throat. Frank swallowed, pulled back, then swallowed again. He looked up at Mikey with blown pupils, so turned on he couldn't even get his own pants open. He rocked against his hand, hips stuttering, and then he was coming in his jeans.
Mikey pulled him to his feet when he was done, pulled him up into a sloppy kiss. Frank was so pliant, so soft after he came, like all the electricity had shorted out. Mikey loved making him like this.
“Lunch is almost over,” Mikey murmured, then continued to lick the taste of come from Frank's mouth.
“Mmm,” Frank said. “I think I'll skip out on my next class. Go home. Get a change of clothes.”
Mikey just smirked at him, he couldn't help it. He loved the fact that he'd made Frank come in his pants.
“See you after school, then,” Mikey said. “You coming over?”
Frank nodded and picked up the bag he'd dropped. Mikey watched as he walked away, out of the bushes and into the sunlight.
He was the best goddamned boyfriend in the world.
OK, let me first defog my glasses . . .
I was all flaily about the F/K bit. Because I'm a total sucker for domestic!fic. I seriously squeaked with happiness at the two Packs (the dream one and the real one) and Dief waiting for RayK to feed him and leaving Fraser and RayK alone when things got interesting.
My fave quote:
Ray's preferred real life to dreams ever since he and Fraser got their shit together and realized they were in love.
HEARTS IN MY EYES, M'KAY??? \o/
As for Frank/Mikeyway . . . *fans self* HELLA HOT and >:D too! Exhibitionist!Frank is deliciously naughty. I got all shiny-eyed by Mikeyway going for the semi-public sex. OH, BOYS!
My fave quote:
Mikey pulled him to his feet when he was done, pulled him up into a sloppy kiss. Frank was so pliant, so soft after he came, like all the electricity had shorted out. Mikey loved making him like this.
UNF! Bunk time!