Ray's elbow deep in soapy water when he hears the door open, and Kowalski's sitting on the counter beside him doing something that might have passed for drying the dishes where he comes from, but never would have flown in the Vecchio household. "Dry means dry, Kowalski. It doesn't mean move the water around in circles until you get bored."
"I don't see what the difference is," Kowalski replies. "It's all gonna air dry anyway."
Ray rolls his eyes. "And that is why I'm in charge of the kitchen. If it was up to you and Fraser, we'd be living off of pineapple pizza and dried moose bits."
"And what's wrong with�hey Fraser," he cuts himself off, and something in his voice makes Ray turn to see the door, hands still dripping over the sink.
Fraser's leaning in the doorway, watching them with this tiny smile on his face. "Hello Ray," he replies. "Ray," he adds, eyes sliding over in Ray's direction, and that's when he sees what made Kowalski stop dead in his tracks. Because Fraser's eyes are sweeping over him, and that smile is starting to look more and more like a smirk, and as Ray watches, his tongue darts out to lick its way across his bottom lip.
"We left you some�uh, food," Kowalski says, waving a hand at the empty pans and then at the fridge.
"Thank you, Ray, but I'm not hungry," Fraser replies, even though his eyes tell a different story, darkening as they take in the sight of Kowalski perched on the counter, legs dangling in front of him. He pushes himself off the doorframe and crosses the room in a few steps. Ray reaches out to grab the dishtowel from Kowalski's hands and uses it to dry himself off as Fraser leans in to kiss Kowalski, deep and slow. His fingers press into Kowalski's thighs through his jeans, making him arch a little against the cabinets, legs tightening across Fraser's back.
Ray leans back against the sink, appreciating the view. They're like something out of a porn movie, except better, because they're interactive. Almost as if hearing that thought, they break apart to breathe, and Kowalski reaches out to wrap a hand around the back of Ray's neck, bringing him in closer. Fraser turns to kiss him hello, and he tastes a little like Kowalski, whose fingers are dancing across Ray's throat, his jaw, the curve of his ear. He moans into Fraser's mouth when they press against that spot just behind his ear, and he hears Kowalski let out a low chuckle that goes right to his dick.
"Bed," he breathes as Fraser pulls away, and Kowalski's nodding, releasing Fraser from the circle of his legs and sliding to his feet in between Fraser and the counter. Fraser's breath catches as Kowalski slips down him, and then he's got one hand in the pocket of Ray's pants and the other against Kowalski's back, propelling them both down the hall to the bedroom.
Kowalski shoots him a smile as he flops down onto the bed, the that's our horny Mountie smile, and Ray grins back as he climbs onto the bed over him, pressing him down into the sheets and kissing him hard, feeling him move his hips in shallow thrusts against Ray's leg. He needs to feel more of him, feel skin against his hands, so he pushes up Kowalski's t-shirt, pulling it over his head, and running a finger back down over his nipples. Kowalski shivers at his touch and reaches up to undo Ray's shirt, letting it fall to the floor beside them.
"Ray," says Fraser behind them, and Ray doesn't have to look to know that he's talking to him. He cranes his neck to see Fraser�Jesus, that man could not be more beautiful�standing naked by the foot of the bed, eyes hot with desire. "Ray," he says again, and this time he's talking to Kowalski, a question, a request, and Kowalski drops his head back against the pillow behind him, sighing "Yes. Yes."
Fraser climbs onto the bed, kneeling at Kowalski's feet, and Ray could just sit here looking at the two of them forever, Kowalski laid out shirtless and desperate against the sheets, Fraser leaning over him, naked body lit only by the streetlights outside the window. Fraser reaches out to undo Kowalski's pants, making him sigh in relief. He crawls down his body, pulling pants and boxers with him, leaving Kowalski lying naked beside Ray. Fraser's eyes glitter at Ray from the end of the bed, and his voice is low with desire as he says "hold his hands."
Kowalski rolls over, looking up at Ray, and slowly stretches his wrists out over his head, offering them to him. Ray's throat tightens, and he wraps his fingers around them lightly, leaning down to kiss Kowalski as his grip tightens. Then Fraser's pushing Kowalski's legs apart, slicking his fingers, sliding one in slowly, slow enough to make Kowalski arch up off the bed, press back towards him, wordlessly begging for more. Then it's two fingers, picking up speed, and Kowalski's making little noises into the bed. By the time Fraser's leaning over him, pressing three fingers in hard and deep, Ray can feel the tendons in his wrists tightening as he twists his fingers into the sheets.
Kowalski lets out a sound that's almost a sob as Fraser pulls back, but then he's moving up against Kowalski's back, stretching out on top of him, and Ray can feel the moment Fraser pushes in, feels the tension in Kowalski's arms, the way he tries to push himself back into Fraser and pull away all at the same time. And Fraser's eyes are on Ray, watching him over Kowalski's head, flickering down to where his hands are clasped across Kowalski's wrists, then back up to his face. "Ray," he sighs, barely audibly, and this time he means both of them.
Ray watches as he moves inside Kowalski, tightens his grip as Kowalski arches off the bed, pressing himself back against Fraser, forward into the mattress, his fingers grasping at nothing, brushing against the underside of Ray's arms. Ray shifts against the headboard, his own cock throbbing in his pants, his hips moving almost imperceptibly in time to Fraser's.
Kowalski cries out in a broken voice, hips moving off the bed erratically, arms tugging against Ray's grip, and Ray watches him shatter, watches his face as he breaks into a million pieces, sobbing his name and Fraser's name into the mattress. Fraser thrusts into him, harder, faster, and then he's coming with a cry that has no words, only meaning. He collapses against Kowalski, one of his hands reaching up blindly to tangle with Ray's around Kowalski's wrist.
As they lie there gasping for breath, Ray pulls his hands away, reaching down to free himself from his pants, practically sobbing in relief as he begins to thrust into his hand. But then Fraser's there, pushing his hand away, and Kowalski's climbing up to lean against the headboard, pulling Ray back against his chest. His fingers brush lazily across Ray's nipples as Fraser takes him into his mouth, and Ray jerks up off the bed, head rolling back against Kowalski's shoulder, gasping out their names tangled up in obscenities tangled up in the names of every deity he's ever heard of. It doesn't take long, and part of him wants it to last longer, but then he's coming harder than he's ever come in his life, seeing a million stars bursting against his eyelids, thrusting deep into Fraser's mouth. He opens his eyes to find Fraser licking him clean while Kowalski kisses his neck, and when he closes them again he and Fraser are pressed up on either side of Kowalski, their hands tangled together under the pillow.
They fall asleep like that, wrapped up in each other, and Ray dreams of both of them.