DS Snippet: Once Upon a Time (F/K, R-ish)
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Title: Once Upon a Time
Fandom and Pairing: due South, Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: R
Length: 300 words
Prompt: Storytelling
"Tell me a story," Ray said, his face buried in Fraser's back.
"Well," Fraser began, "there was once an Inuit maiden-"
"No Inuits," Ray interrupted. "No caribou. No walruses." He snugged himself up more closely against Fraser until he was plastered against him from neck to knees.
"Oh?" Fraser felt the soft bulge of Ray's genitals against his rear, and his own cock swelled in response. He was growing accustomed to the nightly ache in his groin. The first time he'd been terrified of discovery. The next night he'd been frustrated, sleepless, helplessly longing. Now he'd come to look forward to it as a pleasure in its own right, if a self-limiting one. He cleared his throat. "What sort of story would you like?"
"Tell me a regular story. About regular people." Ray wriggled, forcefully insinuating his feet between Fraser's, seeking heat, and in the process thrusting his groin against Fraser's ass. "People who live in cities and have regular jobs and regular lives."
"Ah. I see." Then again, Fraser thought, faint heart never won fair... Ray. He took a deep breath. "Once upon a time there was a college professor named Kinsey who set about learning what the real sex lives of Americans were like."
Ray shoved a cold hand into Fraser's armpit. "Yeah?"
"He discovered that the best way to get people to tell the truth was to ask a question in a way that assumed an affirmative response. For instance, instead of asking whether his subject had ever kissed a man, he'd ask 'How old were you when you first kissed a man?'"
"Yeah?" Ray went very still. "That... might work."
Fraser's heart beat hard and fast under Ray's hand. "So..." He swallowed hard. "How old were you when you first kissed a man, Ray?"
~ fin ~
Title: Once Upon a Time
Fandom and Pairing: due South, Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: R
Length: 300 words
Prompt: Storytelling
"Tell me a story," Ray said, his face buried in Fraser's back.
"Well," Fraser began, "there was once an Inuit maiden-"
"No Inuits," Ray interrupted. "No caribou. No walruses." He snugged himself up more closely against Fraser until he was plastered against him from neck to knees.
"Oh?" Fraser felt the soft bulge of Ray's genitals against his rear, and his own cock swelled in response. He was growing accustomed to the nightly ache in his groin. The first time he'd been terrified of discovery. The next night he'd been frustrated, sleepless, helplessly longing. Now he'd come to look forward to it as a pleasure in its own right, if a self-limiting one. He cleared his throat. "What sort of story would you like?"
"Tell me a regular story. About regular people." Ray wriggled, forcefully insinuating his feet between Fraser's, seeking heat, and in the process thrusting his groin against Fraser's ass. "People who live in cities and have regular jobs and regular lives."
"Ah. I see." Then again, Fraser thought, faint heart never won fair... Ray. He took a deep breath. "Once upon a time there was a college professor named Kinsey who set about learning what the real sex lives of Americans were like."
Ray shoved a cold hand into Fraser's armpit. "Yeah?"
"He discovered that the best way to get people to tell the truth was to ask a question in a way that assumed an affirmative response. For instance, instead of asking whether his subject had ever kissed a man, he'd ask 'How old were you when you first kissed a man?'"
"Yeah?" Ray went very still. "That... might work."
Fraser's heart beat hard and fast under Ray's hand. "So..." He swallowed hard. "How old were you when you first kissed a man, Ray?"
~ fin ~