Ray could hear the fireworks popping outside while Fraser pressed him up against the patio doors and wrapped his lips around his cock.
Their shadows danced across the walls, outlined in green, blue, red, yellow, blue again, and Ray watched those instead of watching Fraser's mouth sliding slick and hot against him, because if he watched that he'd come in about three seconds flat.
He let his head fall back against the window, tipping it sideways to see the way his breath fogged the glass, the drops of condensation sparkling multicolored in the light of the fireworks. "Fraser," he whispered, feeling his fingers wrap tighter into his hair. "I want�I need�" his hips arched off the glass, and Fraser let his tongue flick across the head of Ray's cock, knowing what he wanted, what he needed.
"Yes," he whispered against Ray's skin, making him shiver, and then he was taking Ray into his mouth again, sucking him hard, deep, until Ray was thrusting helplessly into his mouth, hands braced against Fraser's shoulders, driving forward and hearing the fireworks, feeling them sparking in every nerve of his body.
He let out a wordless cry as he came, wanting to say so many things, but only able to say them in the way his fingers brushed across Fraser's jaw afterwards, the way his hips relaxed under Fraser's hands, melting into his touch.
"C'mere," he said when he could tell which way was up again, and he tugged Fraser to his feet, leaning in to kiss him slow, deep, just the way Fraser liked it. His hand was wrapped around that cock, as familiar as his own now, and he let Fraser press against him, sliding into his hand as he pushed Ray back against the doors, his eyes focused not on Ray but over his shoulder, out the window.
When he came, Ray watched the fireworks reflecting in his eyes.