With A Little Help From My Friends
by Persian Slipper
Disclaimer: Not my boys. For all I know, their owners left them abandoned in the Canadian wilderness.
At first, he thought the whimpering was the wolf. But when he woke up enough to remember the wolf was sleeping outside the tent, he realized it was Fraser. Fraser, who was whimpering in his sleep like he was having a nightmare or something, his face scrunched up like something hurt real bad.
Ray reached over, planning to wake Fraser up. Then he saw the sleeping bag had come unzipped. He reached over to zip it back up again and saw…Fraser had a hard-on?
He blinked for a few minutes, trying to get his brain around the fact that, Benton Fraser, Mr. Pure as the Driven Canadian snow, had a hard-on. He was a guy, sure, but Ray had never thought that Fraser ever…Fraser was asexual or something. He didn't do the sex thing in Ray's mind. Which sucked, 'cause Ray really wished he did. With guys.
Fraser whimpered again, and Ray snapped back to reality. Where Fraser still had a woody. Which he wasn't touching, despite the fact that he must be having that kind of dream. Ray looked for Fraser's hands and realized they were curled into fists at his side, as if he was trying not to touch himself. Hoo-boy. Even in his sleep, Fraser was a freak.
Ray unzipped his sleeping bag. Fraser was making noise something fierce now and he needed a hand. What's a little help between friends? Besides, he was asleep. He would wake up with sticky shorts and feeling much better and be none the wiser that Ray had helped.
Ray snaked a hand out and wrapped it around Fraser. It was then that Fraser's eyes flew open.
"Oh, shit." The words were out of Ray's mouth before he knew he thought them. Fraser was giving him the Big-Eyed Mountie look and Ray's hand was still on Fraser's dick. His still hard dick.
"Ray." Fraser was apologetic. Ray's hand was on Fraser's dick and Fraser was apologetic. "I never meant for this to happen, Ray."
"What do you mean? I'm the one who was-is…" Ray spluttered to a stop before he could say anything really stupid. He still hadn't moved his hand. He started to, but Fraser's hands moved, coming out of the fists they had been making and grabbing Ray's hand.
"I'm sorry, Ray, but I've wanted-for so long…" Fraser trailed off, blushing. Ray didn't move a muscle.
"What I mean to say is, I was-trying to restrain myself. It was-is-improper of me to think of you this way. But I couldn't help…" Deeper blush, making him the color of his longjohns.
"Fraser, I'm the one who woke up, saw you…" Ray gestured, "and then decided 'Hey, let's help my straight best guy friend with that.' It's ok." To emphasize his point, Ray squeezed the handful he was still holding. Fraser gasped.
"I take it--," Fraser hissed as Ray moved his hand, "this is all right with you?"
Ray just leaned in and kissed him.