"Sweet sweet sweet, could you taste it" by Moosesal
Title: Sweet sweet sweet, could you taste it
Author: moosesal
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: Adult
Prompt: "Taste of Chicago"
Apologies to INXS for appropriating their lyrics for my title, but I'm sure Michael Hutchence was a fan of rimming.
Kissing Ray is like kissing Chicago. Fraser can taste everything. Garlic, oregano, and fresh tomato from the pasta Ma Vecchio sent over to fatten Ray up. Potato, onion, and sour cream from the pierogi Mrs. Kowalski left in the fridge to fatten Ray up. Barley and hops from the beer Ray washed it all down with. Smoke from the occasional cigarettes Fraser pretends he doesn't know about. And more. He tastes like the city.
The sweet grass in the park where they walk Dief.
Their usual booth at the diner around the corner.
The sandwich stop near the 2-7.
Pizza, pizza, and more pizza.
Whiskey and chocolate and hot sauce.
The South Side, the Gold Coast, Chinatown.
And it isn't just his mouth. Ray's skin holds everything too. He tastes like Chicago and Fraser loves it. Loves licking into his mouth, nipping along his jaw, sucking on his neck. He tastes of salt and musk; undeniably male, wonderfully Ray. Everything Fraser loves about Chicago. All that matters to him in Chicago.
Kissing the corner of Ray's mouth, Fraser whispers "tangerines" then "coffee and smarties" and finally "roast beef and swiss ... brown mustard". Ray's blush makes him smile knowing the flush to his cheeks is only the beginning. As Fraser kisses his way down Ray's body he can trace the places Ray has been that day. At Ray's collarbone he remembers the alley where they chased down a drug dealer. His nipple tastes of a stolen moment in the supply closet at the 2-7. His stomach reminds him of the little old lady with the stolen car. His hip is Ray's muttered words that the lady shouldn't be driving anymore anyway.
All those thoughts fade away, however, at the taste of Ray's cock. Fraser places a gentle kiss at the tip, tasting Ray and only Ray. Thinks of Ray and only Ray. Wants Ray and only Ray.
He kisses his way down to the base then licks back up with the tip of his tongue, barely touching, barely tasting. Then he ducks down and repeats the movement, this time with the flat of his tongue. At the tip, he circles then opens his mouth and sucks the head inside. He swirls his tongue over the tip a few times before pulling off and moving back to the base to taste Ray's balls. He sucks one and then the other into his mouth, humming without thinking about it and then smiling at the way Ray's body tenses in response.
Fraser lets his mouth move lower, tongue pressing his perineum then nipping gently with his teeth before moving even lower. He's never done this with Ray before although he's spent many hours thinking about it, imagining it, wondering what Ray might taste like here. Fraser's hands push Ray's thighs up and he looks Ray in the eye, silently asking for permission. Ray closes his eyes and lets his head fall back as he reaches for his knees and pulls his legs up and opens himself.
Ray's like an all-you-can-eat buffet. An irresistible spread of gourmet treats all for Fraser's dining pleasure. His hands grip Ray's hips, tipping him slightly up and he dips down for a taste. His tongue just barely grazes across Ray's hole and it sets him on fire. He licks again, this time with the flat of his tongue, pressing more firmly, experiencing, savoring, taking it all in. Ray moans and pulls his legs back tighter to his chest, an undeniable invitation.
Fraser slips his tongue over and around, getting him slick, mixing his own taste with Ray's. He can feel Ray relaxing under his ministrations and pushes the tip of his tongue inside. It's amazing. The flavor here is intense, but still completely familiar. It's Ray, only a billion times more. Fraser can't get enough. His tongue pushes deeper and faster and soon Ray is gasping and moaning and then he says, "Jesus, Fraser. If you don't fuck me soon I'm going to die here or something."
It's ridiculous, because Fraser knows no one has ever died from sexual frustration. But his own cock is pressed between his stomach and the mattress and he knows what Ray's going through. He's going through it himself. Yet he doesn't slide up and press inside him. He doesn't reach down and touch himself or reach up to touch Ray's cock. Instead he says, "I didn't get dessert earlier Ray," and dips back down.
He presses his tongue inside again. In and out, pushing as deep as he can. He pulls out and slides it over and around and over then back inside again. He pushes Ray's legs farther apart and can feel the pulse at his groin. Ray's heart is pounding; he's moaning and panting and rocking against Fraser's face and Fraser doesn't stop.
He thrusts against the bed without even realizing it and then moans at the sensation. Ray must feel it because he yells, "Fuck. Fraser, don't stop," and seems to open himself up wider. Then he's coming all over his stomach without even touching himself and Fraser thrusts against the bed once more and has to turn his head to the side to breathe as his own orgasm rips through him.
Fraser rolls to the side and Ray lowers his legs as they both lay there catching their breath. When Fraser finally slides up beside him, Ray kisses him and says, "Me." At Fraser's confusion he says, "You taste like me."
Since I live up in the mountains where it's still cold. And snowing. And I'm looking forward to skiing this weekend while also dreaming of the snow in my yard finally starting to melt, I tag nos4a2no9 with the prompt "Thaw". Go forth and porn.
Author: moosesal
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: Adult
Prompt: "Taste of Chicago"
Apologies to INXS for appropriating their lyrics for my title, but I'm sure Michael Hutchence was a fan of rimming.
Kissing Ray is like kissing Chicago. Fraser can taste everything. Garlic, oregano, and fresh tomato from the pasta Ma Vecchio sent over to fatten Ray up. Potato, onion, and sour cream from the pierogi Mrs. Kowalski left in the fridge to fatten Ray up. Barley and hops from the beer Ray washed it all down with. Smoke from the occasional cigarettes Fraser pretends he doesn't know about. And more. He tastes like the city.
The sweet grass in the park where they walk Dief.
Their usual booth at the diner around the corner.
The sandwich stop near the 2-7.
Pizza, pizza, and more pizza.
Whiskey and chocolate and hot sauce.
The South Side, the Gold Coast, Chinatown.
And it isn't just his mouth. Ray's skin holds everything too. He tastes like Chicago and Fraser loves it. Loves licking into his mouth, nipping along his jaw, sucking on his neck. He tastes of salt and musk; undeniably male, wonderfully Ray. Everything Fraser loves about Chicago. All that matters to him in Chicago.
Kissing the corner of Ray's mouth, Fraser whispers "tangerines" then "coffee and smarties" and finally "roast beef and swiss ... brown mustard". Ray's blush makes him smile knowing the flush to his cheeks is only the beginning. As Fraser kisses his way down Ray's body he can trace the places Ray has been that day. At Ray's collarbone he remembers the alley where they chased down a drug dealer. His nipple tastes of a stolen moment in the supply closet at the 2-7. His stomach reminds him of the little old lady with the stolen car. His hip is Ray's muttered words that the lady shouldn't be driving anymore anyway.
All those thoughts fade away, however, at the taste of Ray's cock. Fraser places a gentle kiss at the tip, tasting Ray and only Ray. Thinks of Ray and only Ray. Wants Ray and only Ray.
He kisses his way down to the base then licks back up with the tip of his tongue, barely touching, barely tasting. Then he ducks down and repeats the movement, this time with the flat of his tongue. At the tip, he circles then opens his mouth and sucks the head inside. He swirls his tongue over the tip a few times before pulling off and moving back to the base to taste Ray's balls. He sucks one and then the other into his mouth, humming without thinking about it and then smiling at the way Ray's body tenses in response.
Fraser lets his mouth move lower, tongue pressing his perineum then nipping gently with his teeth before moving even lower. He's never done this with Ray before although he's spent many hours thinking about it, imagining it, wondering what Ray might taste like here. Fraser's hands push Ray's thighs up and he looks Ray in the eye, silently asking for permission. Ray closes his eyes and lets his head fall back as he reaches for his knees and pulls his legs up and opens himself.
Ray's like an all-you-can-eat buffet. An irresistible spread of gourmet treats all for Fraser's dining pleasure. His hands grip Ray's hips, tipping him slightly up and he dips down for a taste. His tongue just barely grazes across Ray's hole and it sets him on fire. He licks again, this time with the flat of his tongue, pressing more firmly, experiencing, savoring, taking it all in. Ray moans and pulls his legs back tighter to his chest, an undeniable invitation.
Fraser slips his tongue over and around, getting him slick, mixing his own taste with Ray's. He can feel Ray relaxing under his ministrations and pushes the tip of his tongue inside. It's amazing. The flavor here is intense, but still completely familiar. It's Ray, only a billion times more. Fraser can't get enough. His tongue pushes deeper and faster and soon Ray is gasping and moaning and then he says, "Jesus, Fraser. If you don't fuck me soon I'm going to die here or something."
It's ridiculous, because Fraser knows no one has ever died from sexual frustration. But his own cock is pressed between his stomach and the mattress and he knows what Ray's going through. He's going through it himself. Yet he doesn't slide up and press inside him. He doesn't reach down and touch himself or reach up to touch Ray's cock. Instead he says, "I didn't get dessert earlier Ray," and dips back down.
He presses his tongue inside again. In and out, pushing as deep as he can. He pulls out and slides it over and around and over then back inside again. He pushes Ray's legs farther apart and can feel the pulse at his groin. Ray's heart is pounding; he's moaning and panting and rocking against Fraser's face and Fraser doesn't stop.
He thrusts against the bed without even realizing it and then moans at the sensation. Ray must feel it because he yells, "Fuck. Fraser, don't stop," and seems to open himself up wider. Then he's coming all over his stomach without even touching himself and Fraser thrusts against the bed once more and has to turn his head to the side to breathe as his own orgasm rips through him.
Fraser rolls to the side and Ray lowers his legs as they both lay there catching their breath. When Fraser finally slides up beside him, Ray kisses him and says, "Me." At Fraser's confusion he says, "You taste like me."
Since I live up in the mountains where it's still cold. And snowing. And I'm looking forward to skiing this weekend while also dreaming of the snow in my yard finally starting to melt, I tag nos4a2no9 with the prompt "Thaw". Go forth and porn.