GOOD MORNING

Ray realized he was awake.   Then he recognized why he was awake: something was poking him in the back.   He rubbed his eyes, then shifted so he was lying on his back.   Now he was being poked in his left hip.   He smiled now, realizing what exactly was jabbing him, and decided to do something about it.

 

He turned over again to lie on his left side, looking at his partner’s sleeping face.   He still couldn’t believe Fraser was here.   It was a new realization every morning.   He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, inhaling Fraser’s unique scent – a combination of starch, Dief, and the natural spicy odor of Fraser’s own skin.   Now that smell was in Ray’s own bed, entwined with his.   He sighed and opened his eyes, unable to keep himself from looking at Fraser.   Milk-white skin.   Thick black hair.   Red lips, made for kissing.   That mark on his neck was from Ray’s own mouth.   A brand.   Fraser was here, was his.   Unbelievable.

 

He loved this whole discovery phase that they were in. They were both finding their way with each other on this new path.   He loved knowing that Fraser was here, in his bed.   What he loved most was the fact that the things he did gave Fraser so much pleasure, and that he showed that side of himself only to Ray.   He was continually being amazed that they were so compatible.   They fit each other.

 

He thought about the things he could do to his unconscious partner, and decided on a plan of action.   He reached out his right hand to stroke the erect penis of his lover.   He felt his own erection jump as he touched the soft flesh, but he wanted to focus completely on Fraser right now. This was quickly becoming one of his favorite ways to rouse Fraser.   Well, when Ray was lucky enough to be the first one up.   Ray bent forward to kiss Fraser’s lips gently as he squeezed his dick.   Fraser moaned quietly and murmured something, then stilled.   Ray smiled again.

 

Ray shifted again to get a better angle.   He leaned in and began kissing Fraser’s sleep-warm skin, never ceasing the gentle stroking to Fraser’s manhood.   Ray nuzzled and kissed his neck, his chest, stopping at each nipple, randomly licking and suckling as he moved downward.   He didn’t expect Fraser to instantly wake up – Ray was simply enjoying and appreciating Fraser’s body.   He eventually slid down to align his mouth with his partner’s outstretched member.

 

He kissed the tip of Fraser’s engorged cock, then licked his lips.   The taste was strange, even now.   This blowjob thing still took some getting used to – he’d been on the receiving end of plenty, but giving them was totally different. And Fraser was so much better at it, with his attention to detail and oral fixation.   But Ray would do his best to become skilled – and Fraser certainly didn’t seem to mind the practice sessions.   Or being pleasured awake.

 

Ray licked the head again, a longer taste, savoring this new way of knowing Fraser.   He swirled the tip with his tongue, and stroked the silky shaft lightly with his hand.   He took the tip into his mouth, and sucked gently.   He heard Fraser moan again, and smiled around Fraser’s cock.   Fraser’s breathing pattern was changing, but he wasn’t quite awake yet.   Ray sucked again, careful not to use his teeth, then went farther, rubbing the underside with his tongue.

 

Suddenly he thought about doing the deep throat thing.   Fraser had done it to him.   It had felt incredible on the receiving end, but Ray had gagged the couple of times he’d tried it on Fraser.   Maybe it had been the angle, or maybe he’d been trying too hard.   Right now it seemed possible, with Fraser fairly motionless.   Very carefully, Ray relaxed his throat as he pulled Fraser’s cock deep inside.   The tip grazed the back of his mouth, and Ray almost gagged again. He took a breath and relaxed some more, swallowing this time.   Suddenly he felt Fraser’s hair tickling his nose.   Hey, it worked!   This wasn’t so bad.   Fraser was right – it just took perseverance.   He backed off and tried again, and it was easier this time.  

 

He felt a shudder and heard a gasp from Fraser.   Ah, he’s awake now.   A hand fell on Ray’s head as Fraser said sleepily, “Oh, Ray.”

 

Ray hummed in acknowledgement, and Fraser moaned in pleasure.   Ray backed off again, giving up the new technique for now, and just moved against Fraser, in a slow, steady rhythm.   Fraser’s breathing was getting faster, and his hand against Ray’s head clenched.   Ray moved his head faster, using his hand in a matching tempo.

 

Fraser tensed and inhaled briskly, and Ray prepared himself for the explosion.   With a grunt and a breathless “Ray” Fraser came.   Ray tried to take all of the liquid, but some dribbled out, running down his chin.   He figured that part would get easier over time, too.   He let Fraser slip out of his mouth and wiped his chin discreetly on a corner of the sheet.   He kissed his way back up Fraser’s body until they were face to face.   Ray planted gentle kisses all over Fraser’s face, finally kissing him on the lips.   They lingered over the kiss while Ray brushed his hand over Fraser’s chest and neck.

 

After a few moments of petting and making out, Fraser opened his eyes and said in a husky voice, “Good morning, Ray.”

 

Ray grinned sweetly at him.   “Good morning.”

 

 

THE END