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carlyinromeTITLE: Backdraft
RATING: R
FANDOM: Thunderheart
PAIRING: Ray Levoi/Walter Crow Horse
SUMMARY: Ray is on bed rest. Crow Horse finds the prospect intriguing.
AUTHOR’S NOTES: For
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rarepair100 prompt #2: hell. Another Lakota calendar entry.The Sioux had their own calendar, but in the same amount of time as the Wasi’chu calendar, the Lakota had thirteen months. Ray wondered if that had something to do with how stretched out time could be on the rez.
It was August on the Wasi’chu calendar, and Canapegi Wi—When Leaves Turn Brown by the Lakota. Either way, Ray was sure it would never end. A few weeks ago, he had strained his MCL breaking up a fight at the Buffalo Beauty. Normally, this wouldn't have been too big a deal, but in college he had taken a base runner, cleats first, at the wrong angle and ruptured the damn thing, and now the doctor was worried about what another surgery would do to Ray’s knee. He had ordered Ray to keep weight off it for six weeks.
Ray was considering gnawing the damn thing off so he could move again.
The worst thing was, Crow Horse was colluding with the doctor. When it was his own health, Crow Horse thought medical advice was just that—advice, something you could take or leave. When it was Ray’s, he was militant.
“I catch you skipping another pill or therapy or any other damn thing, and you’re gonna have a whole helluva lot more to worry about than your leg. I’ll put your sorry ass in the hospital.”
His concern was sweet in theory, Ray supposed. It was just that in practice, it was torture. Crow Horse even had him on light duty at work, chained to a desk minding dispatch and writing up reports. Ray was going to lose his mind, he was sure of it.
At least Jimmy commiserated. Ray sat reclined on the couch, his leg propped up—the same place and position he’d spent most of his time the past few weeks—and Jimmy curled up on the sofa next to him, his head in Ray’s lap for convenient petting. Ray massaged Jimmy’s ears between his thumbs and forefingers. Jimmy groaned happily.
“It can’t be that bad losing a leg,” Ray said dolefully. “You’re okay, huh, Jimmy?”
Jimmy just blinked at him. Ray sighed.
“Quit your whining,” Crow Horse said, entering the room.
Ray frowned; he’d missed the sound of Crow Horse’s boots announcing his approach. He was getting soft everywhere; he’d been so long without exercising he’d put on a few pounds. His own body felt foreign.
“Fuck you,” Ray said, but it lacked conviction.
Crow Horse studied him a minute, his thumbs hooked through his belt loops.
“All right,” he said finally.
Crow Horse came to the couch, shooed Jimmy away. He sat beside Ray, in the spot Jimmy had vacated. Ray regarded him cynically.
“We can’t have sex,” he said.
“The hell we can’t,” Crow Horse said, and began to fool with Ray’s belt. “Doc didn’t say word one about that.”
“I have to keep my leg up.”
“Sure,” Crow Horse purred, leaning in so close his lips tickled Ray’s ear. His hands in Ray’s pants, forcing them down past his hips, baring him to the air. “I’ll keep both your legs up. Get you on your back, legs up over my shoulders, me driving into you up to the hilt?”
Ray blushed, as hot and sudden as backdraft. He felt himself tremble, just from Crow Horse’s words, from the velvety texture of his voice. Crow Horse kissed the ticklish spot just below Ray’s ear, and Ray was overcome by such sensation that he lost his breath. His hands curled desperately in Crow Horse’s hair, but they were shaking too hard to be effectual. He felt Crow Horse’s laugh echo in his own chest, they were pressed so close.
Much, much later, Ray lay on his back on the couch, trying to catch his breath. His heart beat frenetically in his chest, and he was slick with sweat.
It was the best workout he’d had in a long time.
It was August on the Wasi’chu calendar, and Canapegi Wi—When Leaves Turn Brown by the Lakota. Either way, Ray was sure it would never end. A few weeks ago, he had strained his MCL breaking up a fight at the Buffalo Beauty. Normally, this wouldn't have been too big a deal, but in college he had taken a base runner, cleats first, at the wrong angle and ruptured the damn thing, and now the doctor was worried about what another surgery would do to Ray’s knee. He had ordered Ray to keep weight off it for six weeks.
Ray was considering gnawing the damn thing off so he could move again.
The worst thing was, Crow Horse was colluding with the doctor. When it was his own health, Crow Horse thought medical advice was just that—advice, something you could take or leave. When it was Ray’s, he was militant.
“I catch you skipping another pill or therapy or any other damn thing, and you’re gonna have a whole helluva lot more to worry about than your leg. I’ll put your sorry ass in the hospital.”
His concern was sweet in theory, Ray supposed. It was just that in practice, it was torture. Crow Horse even had him on light duty at work, chained to a desk minding dispatch and writing up reports. Ray was going to lose his mind, he was sure of it.
At least Jimmy commiserated. Ray sat reclined on the couch, his leg propped up—the same place and position he’d spent most of his time the past few weeks—and Jimmy curled up on the sofa next to him, his head in Ray’s lap for convenient petting. Ray massaged Jimmy’s ears between his thumbs and forefingers. Jimmy groaned happily.
“It can’t be that bad losing a leg,” Ray said dolefully. “You’re okay, huh, Jimmy?”
Jimmy just blinked at him. Ray sighed.
“Quit your whining,” Crow Horse said, entering the room.
Ray frowned; he’d missed the sound of Crow Horse’s boots announcing his approach. He was getting soft everywhere; he’d been so long without exercising he’d put on a few pounds. His own body felt foreign.
“Fuck you,” Ray said, but it lacked conviction.
Crow Horse studied him a minute, his thumbs hooked through his belt loops.
“All right,” he said finally.
Crow Horse came to the couch, shooed Jimmy away. He sat beside Ray, in the spot Jimmy had vacated. Ray regarded him cynically.
“We can’t have sex,” he said.
“The hell we can’t,” Crow Horse said, and began to fool with Ray’s belt. “Doc didn’t say word one about that.”
“I have to keep my leg up.”
“Sure,” Crow Horse purred, leaning in so close his lips tickled Ray’s ear. His hands in Ray’s pants, forcing them down past his hips, baring him to the air. “I’ll keep both your legs up. Get you on your back, legs up over my shoulders, me driving into you up to the hilt?”
Ray blushed, as hot and sudden as backdraft. He felt himself tremble, just from Crow Horse’s words, from the velvety texture of his voice. Crow Horse kissed the ticklish spot just below Ray’s ear, and Ray was overcome by such sensation that he lost his breath. His hands curled desperately in Crow Horse’s hair, but they were shaking too hard to be effectual. He felt Crow Horse’s laugh echo in his own chest, they were pressed so close.
Much, much later, Ray lay on his back on the couch, trying to catch his breath. His heart beat frenetically in his chest, and he was slick with sweat.
It was the best workout he’d had in a long time.
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Date: 2011-02-18 10:28 pm (UTC)At least Jimmy commiserated. Ray sat reclined on the couch, his leg propped up—the same place and position he’d spent most of his time the past few weeks—and Jimmy curled up on the sofa next to him, his head in Ray’s lap for convenient petting. Ray massaged Jimmy’s ears between his thumbs and forefingers. Jimmy groaned happily.
“It can’t be that bad losing a leg,” Ray said dolefully. “You’re okay, huh, Jimmy?”
Jimmy just blinked at him. Ray sighed.
Jimmy is the best dog ever!
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Date: 2011-02-19 06:43 am (UTC)Thank you! I'm glad you liked it.
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Date: 2011-02-19 06:47 am (UTC)OMG. This is really hot, in the first place, you should know. I'm really pleased that this whole writing-the-boysex thing is working out.
Thanks! I think it's going okay! I have been doing some research, what with my lack of penis and all.
HEE. Married. They are just really, really married.
They are. I love them. I'm considering writing one where Ray gets all out of sorts about someone not realizing he and Walter are together, and to make him feel better Crow Horse has to give him a ring. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME I DON'T WRITE FLUFF (or boyslash, for that matter . . .)
Also, I am certain that Crow Horse makes endless fun of him for talking to the dog, even though Ray is doped up and immobilized and without much else to make conversation with. Poor, poor Ray.
Ray should know better at this point than to expect sympathy.
Thank you, honey. I'm glad you liked it.
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Date: 2011-02-23 07:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-23 08:56 am (UTC)Walter's a roll-up-your-sleeves, lemonade-from-lemons kind of guy if there ever was one. Hee. I'm glad you liked it; thanks very much.