Written for stop_drop_porn. NC-17.
Ray Kowalski was peering out the porch window, steaming mug of coffee in hand. He was waiting for the sun to rise. It was 12:30pm.
Twilight was slow, but gradually the hundreds of billions of stars faded to a few dozen bright pricks of light on a field of deep blue-green, and then those winked out one by one as the morning turned purple and orange and a weird shade of yellow. The dim orange disk of the sun itself seemed very, very far away.
They'd been up for hours—since normal waking time, since Fraser was convinced that strict adherence to schedule would somehow make up for the sun not being there. Ray watched the digital thermometer climb a few fractions of a degree when the sun hit its sensor. It was thirty below out there. Celsius. Ray flipped the switch to read it in Fahrenheit, and then flipped it back. It was crazy cold. And so dry out, you steamed like a hot drink—the air sucked it right out of your skin—so he and Fraser had started greasing each other up after every shower. Which amounted to sex after every shower. Which did not suck and he was not complaining.
But still. Cold.
They were both home today. Fraser had been fourteen days on and was due five off. Ray was on call, but only for emergencies in the Pass or a three-alarm or better down-slope. Even then, the bright boys down in Stewart Crossing were due to take some long hauls.
Not that water would flow in this weather.
The sun was up. Dief, Roxie, Bucko, and Flit bounded out of the kennel as Fraser slid open the door. They were like four furry dervishes in the snow, twisting and snapping at each other's muzzles. They hadn't had any good playtime in days.
Ray watched Dief race Flit to the woodshed. Then his attention was caught by the big round thermometer nailed to the shed's corner post. Maybe it was colder over there? Or maybe not.
The outer door swung open and shut. Ray heard the sound of Fraser's discarded boots hitting the floor. He also heard the absurd sounds Fraser made when he thought no one was listening: a rolling brrrrrr noise and several sentences Ray couldn't make out. Ray smiled down into his coffee, then swallowed what remained of it.
"Thermometer broke," Ray said when Fraser came in from the anteroom.
"Oh?" Fraser was out of his boots, parka, and hat. He stood at Ray's elbow unwinding his scarf. Ray pointed at the woodshed. "Ah. I suppose it was at least thirty-nine below this morning." Ray lifted an eyebrow. "Freezing point of mercury. It'll melt in the spring."
"Ah," Ray said, lifting his face for a kiss. Fraser nudged him over to share the window seat. His mouth was freezing. "What, were you eating snow out there or something?"
Fraser looked sheepish. "There's no harm in eating an occasional icicle. Besides, I'd rather planned something else for when I came in."
"Oh yeah? What would that be?"
"Well, you've ruined the surprise now," Fraser said.
Ray snorted and decided to humor him. "Surprise. Okay, fine. Here I am, watching the snow. Can't hear you taking your boots off over there or nothing." Fraser stood up. Ray looked at the sky. They might get a couple of full hours of light today. "Jeez!" he shouted as he felt Fraser's cold, wet mouth on the back of his neck.
"Surprise, Ray," murmured Fraser as Ray spun around.
Ray narrowed his eyes, tilted his head. "This means war," he said, grin breaking out on the last word. Fraser bolted to their bedroom and Ray followed close on his heels, tackling him to the bed.
They wrestled, laughing like schoolboys, as Ray tugged and pulled at Fraser's layers, searching for skin. Fraser had the advantage, since Ray was wearing fewer clothes to start with, and reached his ribs first. Ray shrieked. "Your hands are freezing!" he yelled. But then Fraser's face was pressed against Ray's stomach and his wrist was lined up with Ray's thickening erection, rubbing hard. Fraser kissed up Ray's chest to a nipple, sucked lightly, and then looked up. His eyes were shining.
"You okay?" Ray asked.
Fraser nodded. "I feel positively decadent."
"You look good in decadent." Ray held Fraser's gaze for a moment, connecting, feeling Fraser's goofy joy at—having the day off? Sex in the daytime? Ray wasn't sure. Ray leaned up and kissed Fraser solidly on the mouth. "Get the covers," he said, and started stripping out of his clothes.
A half-roll and two pivots later, Fraser had the covers pulled back, around, and over them so they were enfolded in their bed of flannel, down, and fur. Ray skinned out of his jeans and long johns immediately. Fraser's sweater flew out from under the duvet and landed on the dresser. "Oops," Fraser said. Ray laughed. They were ridiculous. He was freezing. His teeth were chattering, but it was mostly the cold sheets. And that the wood stove in the center of the main room didn't do much for a naked guy all the way over here.
Then Fraser was on him, covering him and pressing the heat of his body into Ray. "Oh yeah, like that," Ray said as Fraser's cock slid right over his sweet spot. Fraser did it again, groaning as he hit a good spot for himself. Ray wrapped his hand around their cocks. "You want we should make it last, take the whole day to play?" He lifted his hips a little and squeezed with his hand.
"Oh, Ray," Fraser whimpered into his mouth. The kiss kept going and going, but then Fraser turned his face, kissed Ray's cheek, jaw, ear. "I'll have to see to the dogs before dark." Ray cursed inwardly, and then made a guess at the time remaining. Good enough. "Come here," he said. He was warm now. He hooked his ankle around Fraser's feet and rolled them. Fraser let out a startled laugh, and Ray began kissing his way down Fraser's body.
**
Fraser came with his fingers tangled in Ray's hair and his eyes squinched shut. The covers had fallen back to drape around Ray's shoulders like a cape, leaving Fraser's chest flushed with desire and covered in goose bumps. Ray lay a final kiss on the head of Fraser's cock and crawled back up into Fraser's arms.
"You are wonderful," Fraser slurred, sex-drunk and glowing. Then Fraser's tongue was in Ray's mouth and Ray was arching against him, cock grinding, hands scrabbling for a hold on Fraser's smooth skin. With a whirl of motion, he was on his back. Above him, Fraser was rearranging the bedding, scooting down, already laying kisses in a line down from Ray's navel. Ray could feel Fraser's breath on the head of his cock. He couldn't help straining toward it, but Fraser chuckled low in his throat and went lower, pressing soft dry kisses against Ray's balls, testing the soft skin of his sac between his lips, using his mouth to nudge his balls again. Playing.
"Fraser," Ray said, half-growling and half-begging. He was getting desperate here.
"Ah, sorry. Just another moment," Fraser said.
Ray flung an arm over his face and bit his tongue before he threatened to smother Fraser in his sleep if he didn't let him come right fucking now.
And felt a wet fingertip push into him. "Oh, god yes!" he yelled, and when Fraser's mouth engulfed his cockhead, that was it, Ray was gone, lost between the two points of pleasure—up-down, in-out—tearing him apart.
**
He woke up to the sound of a door shutting. He couldn't see the clock from the cozy nest of his blankets, but through the window, the sky looked purple. Then Fraser was there, dressed for outdoors except for boots and parka. He crawled up the bed, atop the covers, pinning Ray in place.
Fraser kissed him hello. "Good nap?"
Ray grinned. "The best kind." He kissed Fraser back. "Join me? We could go for round two."
A moment later, Fraser's layers were in a pile on the rug.
"Decadent," Ray said, and then he yelped, lurching half-off the bed. "Oh my god, your nose is cold!" he shouted. Fraser giggled. "War! Did I not say this means war?" Ray cried, laughing as Fraser rolled him over.
"Decadence," Fraser agreed, and as Fraser continued trying to put his cold parts in Ray's warm places, dogs howled happily in the barn, lunch simmered on the stove, and a displaced pillow tumbled unnoticed to the floor.
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