Asylum Snapshot Cycle, Part II
Andre
This is for Crys and Kasha :)
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Somewhere deep inside of myself, I know that what I have justdone is
terribly wrong, a thoughtless violation. As those blue eyesflutter open,
catching my guilty voyeurism, a stain of red covers my features.I realize, I
have violated Ray's trust in me. I should have turned around andleft the
moment I realized what it was that Ray was doing. But I couldnot. I failed
him. I was transfixed. Mesmerized.
Ray's features have always been open, expressive, readable. Andyet now... at
the height of his pleasure and passion, I realize I have neverbefore seen so
*much* of him. So much of his *soul*. I had only guessed at hispassionate
nature, but now I know of its existence with such a rivetingcertainty. How,
oh how can I ever turn away from this man again? How will he everforgive me?
"Fraser, Ben..." The languor in his eyes is suddenlyreplaced by a sudden
flood of fear. Fear that I have placed there.
"Ray, I... I've violated your trust, not to mention yourprivacy." I seem
powerless to keep from shifting my weight from side to side innervousness,
and cracking my neck.
His eyes rake over me, and now it is I who know fear. What arethose icy blue
eyes seeing just at this moment? Does he notice my obviousphysical reaction
to his ministrations? I suddenly find myself wishing for mytunic, for
perhaps that could disguise at least some of the throbbingexcitement making
a very visible statement of my arousal.
He moves in a sudden burst of energy, and I slam my eyes shut,bracing myself
for the 'kick in the head' that I know I most assuredly deserve.But it
doesn't come. Suddenly I feel shaking fingers working at thefastenings of my
jodhpurs, cool air caressing my heated skin, and my eyes snapopen in shock.
He is shaking, kneeling in front of me, his eyes upturned,staring at my face
with an expression that can only be described as a mixture ofrapture and
adoration.
I am helpless to react. My legs are leaden weight that barelysupport me as
elegant, long fingered hands slip over the bared skin of my lowerabdomen,
stroking and soothing the fevered flesh. I shudder withanticipation, some
portion of myself still locked in a state of awed disbelief that*this* is
really occurring. He moans, drawing his lower lip betweenhis teeth, then
pushes the waistband of my boxers down inside of my jodhpurs, outof his way.
So gently, those fingers work into my jodhpurs, clasping mecarefully,
drawing my swollen, twitching organ free of my clothing. Histouch is a
searing fire like nothing I have ever experienced before. One ofmy hands
drops to his whipcord shoulder, attempting to steady my nowswaying frame.
Slowly, so achingly slowly, he runs the fingertips of his fingersgently up
the underside of my burning erection, his touches whisper-light.I feel the
warm, silkily flesh of his cheek against me, as he rubs himselfalong my
length. I delight in the contrast between heated flesh, and softstubble.
Suddenly, warmth flows through me. Around me. I am powerless toresist as his
wet, hot mouth descends over me, tongue flickering over the slickhead of my
cock. I am in heaven.
One arm winds its way around my waist, holding me steady as hismouth begins
to work slowly along the length of me, drawing me inwards, intothat hot
depth as far as he can. My head falls forward, and that is when Isee his
alert blue eyes, staring up at me, watching each of my reactionsto that hot,
wanton mouth. Oh, God, he is *watching* me.
It is my undoing. Suddenly I am shaking, pulsing thick, warmfluid into his
mouth as he sucks greedily, arm tightening around me even more sothen
before. His soft groans of pleasure are the most beautiful soundsthat have
ever touched my ears.
My knees buckle, but he is there, his deceptively strong armslowering me to
the floor with him, enfolding me in their warmth. I find my voiceagain, as
my breathing begins to slow to something resembling normal, andonly four
words rise to my mind.
"I love you, Ray."
-Fin-