Notes: Written for sageness for Out Of ConTxt.
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Ray could hear the wind howling outside, and he felt Fraser pressed up warm against him under the sheets. He decided before he even opened his eyes that if anyone or anything tried to get him out of bed he was going to rip them slowly to pieces with his bare hands.
When he finally did open his eyes to find Kowalski leaning against the bedroom doorway with a towel slung around his hips, still dripping from the shower, it was almost enough to change his mind�but not quite.
"Hey," said Kowalski softly, almost a whisper, and Ray smiled back without answering. Fraser was still breathing deep and even against his neck, and Ray knew that the slightest bit of movement would be enough to jerk him awake. "There's coffee," Kowalski added, holding up his own steaming mug, and Ray could smell it from here. It made his mouth water�or maybe it was the sight of Kowalski that was doing that. Either way, neither one was quite enough incentive to get him to move just yet.
"Why're you up?" he mumbled into his pillow, and Kowalski rolled his eyes. "The mutt woke me up. I swear, with all the things he's trained to do, no one's thought about teaching him to open the damn door himself?"
"I tried, Ray, but it turns out that he's far too impatient to learn," Fraser said sleepily from behind Ray.
Ray rolled over, frowning. "Sorry we woke you up, Benny," he said, shooting Kowalski a dirty look, but Fraser leaned in to kiss him and he forgot the rest of what he was going to say. Fraser's lips were warm and soft against his, and Ray let one of his hands trail up and down Fraser's chest as they kissed, feeling the heat radiating off him under the blankets.
"Jeez, Benny," he said as they pulled apart, "how do you stay so damn warm up here? I swear, unless I'm wearing about sixteen layers of clothes, I feel like I'm always freezing."
"It's 'cause you've got a skinny ass, Vecchio," Kowalski said, setting his coffee down on the bedside table and slapping the body part in question.
"Says you," Ray shot back at him, reaching out to tug at the towel around Kowalski's narrow hips. "This guy," he said to Fraser, "he eats like a horse, and he can't keep a single ounce of fat on him." He turned back to Kowalski. "Ma must've had a field day with you. She can stuff you with lasagna all she wants, and she still gets to complain about how skinny you are."
Kowalski pulled the towel back up, grinning. "I haven't heard you complaining," he said, leaning over to pin Ray back against the pillows and claim his mouth with his own, tongue stroking against Ray's in a slow hard rhythm they both instinctively understood. Kowalski was still smiling when he pulled back, and he reached over Ray to run his fingers through Fraser's hair, pushing it back into place from its sleep-rumpled state. "What's the plan for today, Fraser?" he asked, swinging his legs up alongside Ray.
"Well we're a bit low on supplies. I was thinking of maybe hitching up the dogs and�"
"Ehhh!" Kowalski broke in with that obnoxious buzzer noise. "Wrong answer, Frase. Have you not seen how thick the ice is out there? There is no way you're getting Vecchio or me out of this house in weather like that, and if you think we're going to let you go traipsing through the snow on your own, you're out of your mind. So. I'll ask you again. What's the plan for today, Fraser?"
"Well, Ray, I�"
"If your answer is anything other than let's stay in the cabin and have a lot of sex, Ray, I'm going to have to kick you."
"Well," said Fraser, looking affronted except for the tiny twinkle in his eye. "It's far too early in the morning to be kicked, so I suppose I will have to surrender."
"So what're we doing today, Benny?" Ray said against Fraser's ear.
"Let's stay in the cabin and have a lot of sex, Ray," Fraser replied, his eyes shifting from one Ray to the other, a tiny smile lighting his face.
And, as it turned out, that was exactly what they did.