Fic: Eskimo Kisses (technically they're Inuit, Ray)
Title: Eskimo Kisses (technically they're Inuit, Ray)
Author: Aingeal
Pairing: Fraser/Vecchio
Rating: PG
Summary: Rather than ask Fraser to kiss him Ray tries a different approach.
Notes: miss_zedem asked for comment length kissing fic. My muse decided to make things a little longer...1363 words
Eskimo Kisses (technically they're Inuit, Ray)
There were, Ray reflected, a number a of ways to bring up the subject of kissing with Fraser. The problem was asking him and not having it turn into a lecture on the number of microbes in the mouth, or how Dief's saliva was more hygienic than his. Ray didn't want to know about how the tongue was a muscle or why when people kissed there was an increased risk of passing on certain diseases. All he wanted to know was; would Fraser let Ray kiss him?
It took him three days to think of how to broach the subject, three days of running through his mind all the different things Fraser could say, what facts he might come out with. Finally Ray had stumbled upon the very thing by pure chance when he caught a glimpse of the cover of National Geographic when he walked past walking past a magazine vendor during his lunch break.
On the way back to Fraser's apartment that evening Ray casually brought it up. “Is it true?”
Fraser, who had been busy watching for stop signs, turned to Ray. “Is what true, Ray?”
“That Eskimos rub their noses together when they want to kiss each other?” Ray asked, remembering the image on the magazine cover of two people doing exactly that.
“Ah you mean the kunik?”
“Is that near Runamuluk?” It was likely to be cold anyway.
“No, Ray, it's a form of greeting between family members and loved ones,” Fraser explained, missing a stop sign Ray ran through. “It's an Inuit term.”
“For rubbing noses together?” Ray wrinkled his own nose, perhaps he was feeling self conscious.
“Actually, Ray, the kunik involves pressing one's nose and upper lip against, usually the cheeks and forehead of a loved one, and breathing in, which creates suction between the skin and nose.”
“So like a vacuum?” That was a slightly less romantic picture, Ray thought, repositioning his hands on the wheel.
“I suppose so.”
Ray suddenly felt this wasn't going the way he intended. He ran another stop sign. “And this is supposed to be romantic, Benny?”
“Not necessarily Ray. The kunik can be shared between family or close friends as well as lovers.”
“Where does the rubbing noses thing come into it?”
“It's a Western interpretation,” Fraser said. “Although kunik can be performed on places other than the cheeks or forehead. The cheeks are most common due to the scent glands there.”
“Really?” Ray resisted the urge to run his tongue around his mouth to find out. Something about the way Fraser said scent glands made him grip the wheel tighter.
“It's a non-erotic form of greeting, Ray.”
Ray suddenly felt deflated, despite the scent glands. He stopped to allow an old lady to cross the road. “Those Eskimos don't have much fun, do they?”
“Ray, it doesn't mean it doesn't show a bond of trust and love between two people. It's just unlikely to lead to other activities.
“Even if someone did it on their...”
Fraser blushed, the pink tinge to his cheeks making him look even more attractive in Ray's eyes. “Ray!”
“I'm just asking.”
It took a moment for Fraser's blush to die down a little. “I don't think they'd have much cause to, Ray, given in Arctic conditions getting naked when greeting someone could lead to hypothermia within a matter of minutes.”
Trust Fraser to suck all the fun out of Ray's fantasies of the two of them in an igloo. “See, Eskimos don't have much fun.”
“Is there a reason you're asking me about this, Ray?” Fraser asked, his brow just a little bit furrowed
“I was just wondering, Benny,” Ray said, keeping it casual. He had to swerve to avoid someone unloading a truck.
“About the cultural traditions of the Inuit?”
“No, about if rubbing noses with you was a good idea,” Ray replied, keeping his eyes firmly on the road to avoid looking across at Fraser.
“You can rub noses with me whenever you want, Ray,” Fraser said, sounding so normal to Ray's ears.
“And the kinuk thing?”
“I'm honoured you'd consider me close enough to you to express that closeness.”
Ray didn't indicate as he made a turn, rolling the wheel around slowly. “Yeah, except it wouldn't work.”
“Wouldn't work?”
“It's not erotic, you said.”
Fraser was blushing again. He licked his lips. Ray struggled to keep his eyes that firmly on the road ahead. “Well, Ray, the kinuk might not be a erotic but the Western kiss can be.”
“No noses?”
“Only if you want to, Ray.”
“I can't kiss and drive,” Ray said, indicating the busy streets of Chicago with one hand whilst steering with the other.
“You could pull over,” Fraser replied, sounding just a little anxious.
“Yeah I could.”
“Are you going to do that?”
“Yeah.” Ray immediately pulled, over, not caring about the honks of irritated motorists. He slammed the breaks on so hard he almost ended up going through the wind shield. “We've stopped, Benny.”
“Yes, Ray. You do realise we're in a fire zone?” Fraser said, looking out of the window.
“Oh shut up,” Ray said.
With no slow seduction Ray leaned over and pulled Fraser as close to him as he could. He touched his lips to Fraser's and put his hand on the back of Fraser's neck, bringing him closer. He felt Fraser open up under him and he wasted no time in exploring Fraser's mouth with his tongue, deepening the kiss and tasting everywhere he could. He could feel Fraser taking the opportunity to taste him and there was a gentle give and take the longer the kiss went on.
It was Fraser who had to pull back first, giving his lips a brief lick before leaning in and kissing Ray, his hand clutching at Ray's shoulder. Ray could feel Benny's strong grip, taste him and he could even smell him as his nose got close to Fraser's cheek.
They kissed over and over, not caring they were in a public place. Ray's neck hurt, his side was jammed up against the steering wheel but he didn't care, he was kissing Fraser. The words ran around in his head as he pictured how they must look. He decided Fraser would look better with his hair mussed a little and Ray carded a hand through the thick pelt, finding it surprisingly soft.
He felt like a teenager on his first date, at least his technique had improved since then. They stopped kissing, Fraser panting a little, looking like he;d just found the world's biggest source of maple syrup.
“I think we should continue this at my apartment,” he said.
Ray just nodded. His lips had just been getting warmed up.
He out the Riv into gear and pulled away from the kerb, ignoring the horns as he pulled out into traffic, Fraser staying silent. There were lots of places he wanted to show Fraser, and lots of places on Fraser he wanted to kiss.
The next morning, lying in bed in the morning sunshine, Ray reflected on the number of places he had kissed Fraser. It wasn't like he had a list but the number of hickeys across his lover's chest showed if he had had a list, he would have crossed off a lot of places last night. He couldn't help his self satisfied smile, stretching out like a cat His movement woke Fraser, they really did need a bigger bed.
Fraser said nothing, but just smiled a slightly goofy smile at Ray, the kind that made Ray want to grab him and kiss him stupid. Yet Ray let Fraser take the lead. He wasn't surprised when he felt Fraser's nose against his cheek, Fraser's upper lips against his skin and could feel the effect of Fraser's breathing in. His skin was tingling all over.
He felt warm, safe and lived. Besides, who said Eskimo kisses weren't erotic? he thought, finding the idea of Fraser sniffing him far more arousing than it should have been, considering the guy sniffed piddle. He just smiled and nuzzled Fraser back. Maybe he could get the hang of Eskimo kissing after-all.
Author: Aingeal
Pairing: Fraser/Vecchio
Rating: PG
Summary: Rather than ask Fraser to kiss him Ray tries a different approach.
Notes: miss_zedem asked for comment length kissing fic. My muse decided to make things a little longer...1363 words
Eskimo Kisses (technically they're Inuit, Ray)
There were, Ray reflected, a number a of ways to bring up the subject of kissing with Fraser. The problem was asking him and not having it turn into a lecture on the number of microbes in the mouth, or how Dief's saliva was more hygienic than his. Ray didn't want to know about how the tongue was a muscle or why when people kissed there was an increased risk of passing on certain diseases. All he wanted to know was; would Fraser let Ray kiss him?
It took him three days to think of how to broach the subject, three days of running through his mind all the different things Fraser could say, what facts he might come out with. Finally Ray had stumbled upon the very thing by pure chance when he caught a glimpse of the cover of National Geographic when he walked past walking past a magazine vendor during his lunch break.
On the way back to Fraser's apartment that evening Ray casually brought it up. “Is it true?”
Fraser, who had been busy watching for stop signs, turned to Ray. “Is what true, Ray?”
“That Eskimos rub their noses together when they want to kiss each other?” Ray asked, remembering the image on the magazine cover of two people doing exactly that.
“Ah you mean the kunik?”
“Is that near Runamuluk?” It was likely to be cold anyway.
“No, Ray, it's a form of greeting between family members and loved ones,” Fraser explained, missing a stop sign Ray ran through. “It's an Inuit term.”
“For rubbing noses together?” Ray wrinkled his own nose, perhaps he was feeling self conscious.
“Actually, Ray, the kunik involves pressing one's nose and upper lip against, usually the cheeks and forehead of a loved one, and breathing in, which creates suction between the skin and nose.”
“So like a vacuum?” That was a slightly less romantic picture, Ray thought, repositioning his hands on the wheel.
“I suppose so.”
Ray suddenly felt this wasn't going the way he intended. He ran another stop sign. “And this is supposed to be romantic, Benny?”
“Not necessarily Ray. The kunik can be shared between family or close friends as well as lovers.”
“Where does the rubbing noses thing come into it?”
“It's a Western interpretation,” Fraser said. “Although kunik can be performed on places other than the cheeks or forehead. The cheeks are most common due to the scent glands there.”
“Really?” Ray resisted the urge to run his tongue around his mouth to find out. Something about the way Fraser said scent glands made him grip the wheel tighter.
“It's a non-erotic form of greeting, Ray.”
Ray suddenly felt deflated, despite the scent glands. He stopped to allow an old lady to cross the road. “Those Eskimos don't have much fun, do they?”
“Ray, it doesn't mean it doesn't show a bond of trust and love between two people. It's just unlikely to lead to other activities.
“Even if someone did it on their...”
Fraser blushed, the pink tinge to his cheeks making him look even more attractive in Ray's eyes. “Ray!”
“I'm just asking.”
It took a moment for Fraser's blush to die down a little. “I don't think they'd have much cause to, Ray, given in Arctic conditions getting naked when greeting someone could lead to hypothermia within a matter of minutes.”
Trust Fraser to suck all the fun out of Ray's fantasies of the two of them in an igloo. “See, Eskimos don't have much fun.”
“Is there a reason you're asking me about this, Ray?” Fraser asked, his brow just a little bit furrowed
“I was just wondering, Benny,” Ray said, keeping it casual. He had to swerve to avoid someone unloading a truck.
“About the cultural traditions of the Inuit?”
“No, about if rubbing noses with you was a good idea,” Ray replied, keeping his eyes firmly on the road to avoid looking across at Fraser.
“You can rub noses with me whenever you want, Ray,” Fraser said, sounding so normal to Ray's ears.
“And the kinuk thing?”
“I'm honoured you'd consider me close enough to you to express that closeness.”
Ray didn't indicate as he made a turn, rolling the wheel around slowly. “Yeah, except it wouldn't work.”
“Wouldn't work?”
“It's not erotic, you said.”
Fraser was blushing again. He licked his lips. Ray struggled to keep his eyes that firmly on the road ahead. “Well, Ray, the kinuk might not be a erotic but the Western kiss can be.”
“No noses?”
“Only if you want to, Ray.”
“I can't kiss and drive,” Ray said, indicating the busy streets of Chicago with one hand whilst steering with the other.
“You could pull over,” Fraser replied, sounding just a little anxious.
“Yeah I could.”
“Are you going to do that?”
“Yeah.” Ray immediately pulled, over, not caring about the honks of irritated motorists. He slammed the breaks on so hard he almost ended up going through the wind shield. “We've stopped, Benny.”
“Yes, Ray. You do realise we're in a fire zone?” Fraser said, looking out of the window.
“Oh shut up,” Ray said.
With no slow seduction Ray leaned over and pulled Fraser as close to him as he could. He touched his lips to Fraser's and put his hand on the back of Fraser's neck, bringing him closer. He felt Fraser open up under him and he wasted no time in exploring Fraser's mouth with his tongue, deepening the kiss and tasting everywhere he could. He could feel Fraser taking the opportunity to taste him and there was a gentle give and take the longer the kiss went on.
It was Fraser who had to pull back first, giving his lips a brief lick before leaning in and kissing Ray, his hand clutching at Ray's shoulder. Ray could feel Benny's strong grip, taste him and he could even smell him as his nose got close to Fraser's cheek.
They kissed over and over, not caring they were in a public place. Ray's neck hurt, his side was jammed up against the steering wheel but he didn't care, he was kissing Fraser. The words ran around in his head as he pictured how they must look. He decided Fraser would look better with his hair mussed a little and Ray carded a hand through the thick pelt, finding it surprisingly soft.
He felt like a teenager on his first date, at least his technique had improved since then. They stopped kissing, Fraser panting a little, looking like he;d just found the world's biggest source of maple syrup.
“I think we should continue this at my apartment,” he said.
Ray just nodded. His lips had just been getting warmed up.
He out the Riv into gear and pulled away from the kerb, ignoring the horns as he pulled out into traffic, Fraser staying silent. There were lots of places he wanted to show Fraser, and lots of places on Fraser he wanted to kiss.
The next morning, lying in bed in the morning sunshine, Ray reflected on the number of places he had kissed Fraser. It wasn't like he had a list but the number of hickeys across his lover's chest showed if he had had a list, he would have crossed off a lot of places last night. He couldn't help his self satisfied smile, stretching out like a cat His movement woke Fraser, they really did need a bigger bed.
Fraser said nothing, but just smiled a slightly goofy smile at Ray, the kind that made Ray want to grab him and kiss him stupid. Yet Ray let Fraser take the lead. He wasn't surprised when he felt Fraser's nose against his cheek, Fraser's upper lips against his skin and could feel the effect of Fraser's breathing in. His skin was tingling all over.
He felt warm, safe and lived. Besides, who said Eskimo kisses weren't erotic? he thought, finding the idea of Fraser sniffing him far more arousing than it should have been, considering the guy sniffed piddle. He just smiled and nuzzled Fraser back. Maybe he could get the hang of Eskimo kissing after-all.