Up Against the Wall

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Fraser's got his hands against my chest and he's pressing me against the wall so hard that it's kind of hard to breathe. Although, okay, that little breathing problem might have something to do with the fact that he's got his tongue stuck in my mouth.

Or maybe it's just that I'm so turned on right now that I've actually forgotten how to breathe.

I twist my head away from his, desperately looking for some air, and he immediately moves from my mouth to my neck. Which is not really helping with the whole breathing issue, because he's sucking at my neck and god, god, that's hot. I hang on to him, clutching at his shoulders 'cause it's all I can do right now.

"Fraser," I gasp, trying to get his attention, as runs his tongue up my neck to my ear, and that's just - god. That makes me even harder than I was before, and I didn't know that was even possible. I’m sort of arching off the wall against him and finally he lifts his head and looks at me.

"Yes, Ray?" he asks, only his voice is all rough and his lips are all red, and he's got this hot sort of look in his eyes. I'm trying to get the words lined up in my head, but all I can think is that if I had any sort of control right now (which I don't, because all that licking he's been doing has sort of rendered me useless), I'd shove him back against my kitchen table, drop to my knees, and suck him till he comes.

But that - fuck, that's not the conversation I'm trying to have with him right now. I need to do this quick here, because his eyes are wandering again, focusing in on my mouth, and his hand is in my hair, tugging my head forward as he licks his lips.

"Fraser," I say again.

"Yes, Ray?" he repeats vaguely.

Ask quick, ask now, make sure. Deep breath. "So you're not, uh, straight?"

"Not in the least," he murmurs right before he lowers his head and kisses any rational thought right out of my mind.

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