Notes: Written for stop_drop_porn. Thanks to llassah for making me porny.
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For reasons that don't need exploring at this juncture, Ray is giving Fraser a blowjob under the table at a fancy restaurant.
Actually, they do need exploring. Because it's really all Fraser's fault, when it comes down to it. He's the one who stammered his way through a confession three nights ago that what he really wanted, more than anything else, was for Ray to blow him in a public place. Well, ok, he used bigger words than that�and turned the shade of his uniform while he was at it. But that was the idea.
"What, the supply closet isn't public enough for you, Frase? The alley behind that bar wasn't public enough?"
Then the stammering got worse, and Fraser actually picked up the remote and started channel surfing at a rapid rate. That was the end of the conversation.
Until tonight, when Fraser brought him here (No, Ray, it's not a date. It's just dinner.), and Ray leaned over just after coffee was delivered and asked "How about here?"
"What about here, Ray?" Fraser asked, taking a sip of his coffee.
"Is this public enough for you?"
Fraser choked and started coughing, turning beet red.
"You ok, there, Frase? Need a hand?"
"I'm�I'll be fine, Ray."
"So�.yes? No? Maybe? 'Cause I could have an oops, I dropped my fork moment over here, and no one would ever notice."
"Ray�"
"Oops," Ray said, deliberately knocking his fork onto the floor. "I dropped my fork." He grinned at Fraser, and then disappeared under the table.
The tablecloth was long and dark red, filling the tiny space with tinted light. Fraser's legs tensed in front of him, and he knew that Fraser was looking wildly around the restaurant, panicking, looking for an escape route.
"Relax," Ray said softly, placing his hands on Fraser's thighs, kneading the muscles there, feeling them jerk with tension under his fingers.
He dropped one hand to Fraser's ankle, reaching under his pant leg to touch the skin there, lightly, slowly, dragging his fingers across the bone, grateful that Fraser wasn't in uniform with those ridiculous boots on. He soothed back and forth, drawing patterns and circles until his other hand could feel the tension draining out of Fraser's muscles. Then he eased his hand back up, over Fraser's pants, feeling his skin warm through the fabric.
One of Fraser's hands twitched towards Ray, but Ray reached up and pinned it to the underside of the table, tipping his head to take one finger between his lips, swirl his tongue around the tip of it. Fraser's other fingers fluttered against his cheek, helpless. Ray smiled around Fraser's finger, knowing he could feel it, and then pulled back, replacing Fraser's hand on his lap, where it disappeared from sight.
Then it was just Ray and Fraser's lower half under the table, and Fraser's lower half was getting distinctly interested in the proceedings. Ray palmed the bulge in Fraser's pants just to hear him gasp, covering the sound with a cough. Then he went to work on the buttons. Not nearly as problematic as the uniform, but still more complicated than Ray would have liked.
Soon enough, though, pants and boxers had been pushed aside enough that Ray had Fraser's cock bobbing welcomingly in front of his face. He reached out to give it a few strokes, slow, twisting, just like Fraser did to himself, and then he leaned in to taste the tip of it with his tongue, not using his lips yet, just skimming tongue and fingers across it, teasing.
He didn't notice Fraser's hand sliding under the table until his fingers were tangled into Ray's hair, tugging him towards his cock.
He was going to have to lecture Fraser on patience later.
For now, he let himself go where he was led, opening his mouth and feeling his lips stretch as he took Fraser's cock all the way in, one hand wrapped around the thick base, the other resting against his thigh, tracing meaningless patterns on his pants.
He heard voices above him, the waiter delivering the check, and he sucked harder when he heard Fraser trying to reply, earning himself a coughing fit that�if he hadn't had Fraser's cock occupying his mouth�would have reduced him to helpless giggles.
He heard the waiter's shoes clicking away, and he pulled back, licking his way around the tip again before swallowing Fraser down, feeling his fingers tightening, wishing that he could be above the table to see Fraser as he came, trying not to make a sound, not to let anyone know.
Instead, he swallowed as Fraser came down his throat, pulling back to lick him clean. His own cock was heavy and uncomfortable in his pants, but he adjusted it and sat back on his heels, knowing that there were a million better ways for him to get off tonight than jerking himself off under a restaurant table.
He gave Fraser a few more delicate licks, then tucked him back into his pants and buttoned them back up. He sat there for a moment, resting his head against Fraser's thigh, breathing in the scent of him and feeling the weight of Fraser's hand in his hair.
Finally, Fraser tugged a little, and Ray took that as his signal to come out from under the table. The air was cooler, and he could feel that his cheeks were flushed and red�but probably not as bad as Fraser.
Ray laughed out loud, and Fraser shook his head at him.
"You look�" he waved a hand at Ray, "thoroughly debauched."
Ray ran a hand back through his hair. "I am, thanks."
Fraser licked his lips and reached across the table to place his hand on Ray's. "Ray, that was�" he trailed off.
"Yeah," Ray agreed. "Yeah, it was." He leaned over, close to Fraser's ear. "Now let's get out of here, so we can do more of that debauching, huh?"
And, for reasons that probably do not need exploring at any juncture, that's exactly what they did.