Curve (Prompt 28, F/K)
Curve
F/K, NC-17, 1042 words
Fraser was a beautiful man. He knew that men were supposed to be handsome, not beautiful, but Ray was pretty sure that whoever decided that had never met Benton Fraser, RCMP.
But, Christ, Fraser was a drop-dead gorgeous woman. Curvy, with long, sleek hair and a rack like - anyway, he was hot. It shouldn't be fair for Fraser to be so hot as a man or a woman, but there it was, one of life's great in justices. And there was Fraser.
Ray knew he should give a shit why Fraser had suddenly become a woman, overnight (literally), but the truth was, shit had been weird with Fraser from day one, and this was just another thing in a long line of shit that didn't make sense. He should also be trying to figure out why Fraser was a woman and naked on his back in Ray's bed, but when Fraser had showed up at his door, looking like a deer in the headlights, Ray had let him in. And when, a half an hour later, Fraser was sitting on Ray's couch and stammering, everything flipped upside down.
"Wait," Ray said, bolting up from the couch and folding his arms over his chest. "You want me to do what?"
Fraser was redder than Ray had ever seen him, the flush spreading down his neck and his (kind of elegant, as Fraser would say) collarbone. "Ray - I just - it seems as though it's a vital learning opportunity, don't you think?"
"Well, I've had sex with a woman before, Fraser. Granted, never one who was a man the day before, but I've had my learning opportunities. Thanks, though." Ray turned toward the kitchen. He was going to need a drink to get through this. Not to mention the fact that he had to ball his hands into a fist to keep from touching Fraser's hair, and he could see the curve of Fraser's (really nice) breasts under his loose flannel shirt. It was kind of making his head spin.
"Ray," Fraser said, his voice a little higher, and pleading. "What if I never - this could be - " He stopped, and sighed, leaning over to rest his face in his hands. "I want to know what it's like, that's all. Please."
Ray was a sucker, and Fraser was pretty, and now he was also naked on Ray's bed. His hair was fanned out above his head, the longer hair just one more thing in a line of bizarre things about Fraser at that moment, and his really fucking amazing tits were spread out across his chest. Ray let himself look, let himself take in the curve of Fraser's belly, the way his hips spread, before he reached forward and cupped Fraser's breast, feeling it heavy and full, brushing his fingertip over one nipple.
"Oh," Fraser gasped, looking at Ray with those blue eyes. The same eyes that Ray'd been looking at for months. He was the same Fraser Ray had been trying not to look at for months, now with some new and interesting girl parts.
Ray dropped down to his knees on the hardwood floor. He wasn't young, kneeling on the floor in Stella's dorm room anymore, but he was also face to face with Fraser's cunt. A little pain never killed anyone.
He reached up and gently pressed his hand against Fraser's thigh, and Fraser opened right up for him, pulling his legs up and out until Ray was hit with the smell of him. It was incredible, and Ray had no idea that he'd missed this so much. Pink, wet pussy, the smell of it, the dark brown hair, everything. Yeah, he wanted it. He was way more than willing to help Fraser with his "vital learning opportunity."
The first stroke of his tongue against Fraser's clit made Fraser cry out, and his hands came up to rest on the back of Ray's head as he dove deeper. He was surrounded by the wet, musky heat of Fraser's cunt, his tongue working, stroking against Fraser's clit, and when he pushed two fingers inside Fraser (god, so tight), he went off like a firecracker. He made all kinds of noise (high, breathy moans and low grunts), and Ray was a little worried that Fraser was going smother him with the press of his thighs, but then he went limp against the bed, panting, while Ray sat back, wiping off his face with the back of his hand. Admiring his handwork and smiling like the cat that got the cream (heh).
"Ray," Fraser said, his voice cracking and a little desperate, a moment later, and Fraser was really a girl after all. Ray climbed up on the bed, still in his clothes, his knees screaming and his dick hard as a rock. He tugged Fraser close and brought his hands up to stroke down the lines of Fraser's smooth, solid back.
"Hey," Ray said, tipping up Fraser's chin and kissing his full lips, softly. Fraser smelled the same as he always did, and his hair was softer than Ray had imagined when he finally slid his fingers into it. Fraser's eyes were a little wild and a little fond at the same time when Ray pulled away.
This was crazy. This was a whole new level of crazy that didn't even register on Ray's radar, even as his hands drifted down to run along the curve of Fraser's (really incredible) ass. Fraser was going to go back to being a guy, sooner or later, and Ray didn't care, not at all. Fraser like this - he was amazing, but Fraser was amazing. Really hot guy or really hot girl.
A few minutes later, still hard and turned on and ready, Ray rolled over so that Fraser was sprawled underneath him, pressing him down into the mattress. "Listen," Ray said, leaning close, tugging at the long strands of Fraser's hair. "Give me a minute to get out of these clothes, and I'm going to fuck you, okay?" Fraser laughed, setting Ray off too, and together, they broke a land speed record in getting off Ray's jeans.
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F/K, NC-17, 1042 words
Fraser was a beautiful man. He knew that men were supposed to be handsome, not beautiful, but Ray was pretty sure that whoever decided that had never met Benton Fraser, RCMP.
But, Christ, Fraser was a drop-dead gorgeous woman. Curvy, with long, sleek hair and a rack like - anyway, he was hot. It shouldn't be fair for Fraser to be so hot as a man or a woman, but there it was, one of life's great in justices. And there was Fraser.
Ray knew he should give a shit why Fraser had suddenly become a woman, overnight (literally), but the truth was, shit had been weird with Fraser from day one, and this was just another thing in a long line of shit that didn't make sense. He should also be trying to figure out why Fraser was a woman and naked on his back in Ray's bed, but when Fraser had showed up at his door, looking like a deer in the headlights, Ray had let him in. And when, a half an hour later, Fraser was sitting on Ray's couch and stammering, everything flipped upside down.
"Wait," Ray said, bolting up from the couch and folding his arms over his chest. "You want me to do what?"
Fraser was redder than Ray had ever seen him, the flush spreading down his neck and his (kind of elegant, as Fraser would say) collarbone. "Ray - I just - it seems as though it's a vital learning opportunity, don't you think?"
"Well, I've had sex with a woman before, Fraser. Granted, never one who was a man the day before, but I've had my learning opportunities. Thanks, though." Ray turned toward the kitchen. He was going to need a drink to get through this. Not to mention the fact that he had to ball his hands into a fist to keep from touching Fraser's hair, and he could see the curve of Fraser's (really nice) breasts under his loose flannel shirt. It was kind of making his head spin.
"Ray," Fraser said, his voice a little higher, and pleading. "What if I never - this could be - " He stopped, and sighed, leaning over to rest his face in his hands. "I want to know what it's like, that's all. Please."
Ray was a sucker, and Fraser was pretty, and now he was also naked on Ray's bed. His hair was fanned out above his head, the longer hair just one more thing in a line of bizarre things about Fraser at that moment, and his really fucking amazing tits were spread out across his chest. Ray let himself look, let himself take in the curve of Fraser's belly, the way his hips spread, before he reached forward and cupped Fraser's breast, feeling it heavy and full, brushing his fingertip over one nipple.
"Oh," Fraser gasped, looking at Ray with those blue eyes. The same eyes that Ray'd been looking at for months. He was the same Fraser Ray had been trying not to look at for months, now with some new and interesting girl parts.
Ray dropped down to his knees on the hardwood floor. He wasn't young, kneeling on the floor in Stella's dorm room anymore, but he was also face to face with Fraser's cunt. A little pain never killed anyone.
He reached up and gently pressed his hand against Fraser's thigh, and Fraser opened right up for him, pulling his legs up and out until Ray was hit with the smell of him. It was incredible, and Ray had no idea that he'd missed this so much. Pink, wet pussy, the smell of it, the dark brown hair, everything. Yeah, he wanted it. He was way more than willing to help Fraser with his "vital learning opportunity."
The first stroke of his tongue against Fraser's clit made Fraser cry out, and his hands came up to rest on the back of Ray's head as he dove deeper. He was surrounded by the wet, musky heat of Fraser's cunt, his tongue working, stroking against Fraser's clit, and when he pushed two fingers inside Fraser (god, so tight), he went off like a firecracker. He made all kinds of noise (high, breathy moans and low grunts), and Ray was a little worried that Fraser was going smother him with the press of his thighs, but then he went limp against the bed, panting, while Ray sat back, wiping off his face with the back of his hand. Admiring his handwork and smiling like the cat that got the cream (heh).
"Ray," Fraser said, his voice cracking and a little desperate, a moment later, and Fraser was really a girl after all. Ray climbed up on the bed, still in his clothes, his knees screaming and his dick hard as a rock. He tugged Fraser close and brought his hands up to stroke down the lines of Fraser's smooth, solid back.
"Hey," Ray said, tipping up Fraser's chin and kissing his full lips, softly. Fraser smelled the same as he always did, and his hair was softer than Ray had imagined when he finally slid his fingers into it. Fraser's eyes were a little wild and a little fond at the same time when Ray pulled away.
This was crazy. This was a whole new level of crazy that didn't even register on Ray's radar, even as his hands drifted down to run along the curve of Fraser's (really incredible) ass. Fraser was going to go back to being a guy, sooner or later, and Ray didn't care, not at all. Fraser like this - he was amazing, but Fraser was amazing. Really hot guy or really hot girl.
A few minutes later, still hard and turned on and ready, Ray rolled over so that Fraser was sprawled underneath him, pressing him down into the mattress. "Listen," Ray said, leaning close, tugging at the long strands of Fraser's hair. "Give me a minute to get out of these clothes, and I'm going to fuck you, okay?" Fraser laughed, setting Ray off too, and together, they broke a land speed record in getting off Ray's jeans.
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