NC-17 m/m explicit F/K
Disclaimer: Due South and it's characters belong to Alliance.
I'm just borrowing them for awhile.
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"So, there we were, Yukon Jake, Dief and myself on the edge
of a cliff, with a starving bear behind us and 1000 foot drop in
front of us. . Ray are you listening? Ray, Ray, RAY!" Benton Fraser,
RCMP spoke loudly to attract his partner's attention.
"What? Oh yeah, you were talking about Turnbull getting his
head stuck in the dishwasher," Ray Kowalski said, shaking
himself and grabbing a now cold paper cup of coffee.
"That was 20 minutes ago, Ray," Fraser chided gently.
"You seem very distracted tonight. You've barely said a
dozen words to me since we've been on this stakeout."
Ray ran a hand through his spikey blond hair, and stared out the
window of his GTO, at the house they were assigned to watch.
"Look Fraser, stakeouts are not about good conversation and
male bonding; they're about drinking cold coffee and trying not
to die of boredom. See," he said holding up his cup.
"We've got the cold coffee and the boredom, so we're doing
good."
Fraser was silent for several minutes, mulling this over. Finally he
said, "If I've done something to offend you Ray; it would be better
if you just come out and say it."
"Do not do that. Do not start with the poking and the prying into
everything. There's nothing wrong. Let it go." Ray
hunkered down into his seat an annoyed/irritated/nervous look in
his eyes.
"Very well. If you say there's nothing wrong, then there's
nothing wrong." Fraser focused his attention on their
objective. "I don't poke and pry." Kowalski turned and
stared at him. "All right; I do poke and pry, but only
because my training as a law enforcement officer. . "
"Fraser, can you shut up? You know, I don't think you can.
I'll bet you fifty bucks that you can't keep quiet for ten
minutes."
"Betting is illegal in this state, Ray.
"Okay, we won't bet for money. Let's see. . I got it! If you can't
keep quiet for ten minutes then you will come over and
clean my apartment everyday for a month," Ray smiled at his
stroke of genius.
"You're apartment certainly does need cleaning." he
reflected. " If I win, you will wear a suit and tie to work
every day for a month. Agreed?" Fraser extended his hand.
Ray grasped his hand in a firm shake.
"Better stock up on Mr. Clean, Fraser." He looked at
his watch. "In fifteen seconds, it will be 11:30. You have
to keep your mouth shut till 11:40 or I win. Ready? Now."
Fraser nodded, folded his arms across his chest and stared
straight ahead. Ray studied his partner; noticing how the
moonlight made his pale skin glow softly. He shook his head to
clear it. Thoughts like that had started this whole thing in the
first place.
"Oh Fraser, did you hear the news? Francesca wants to become a cop.
Have you ever heard anything so stupid in your life?" When Fraser
made no comment, he continued. "Basically, I
think Frannie should stick with making coffee. That's what she's
good at." Still no reaction from the mountie. "Now that I mention
it, I don't think women should be cops at all. I mean,
they are biologically incapable of handling the stress of the
job. You know, all that estrogen floating around." Fraser
gave him a 'you'll have to do better than that look'.
Ray contemplated his next move. "Uh, I watched curling on
the tube yesterday. I never will understand how anybody could
consider that a sport. It's so stupid. Of course, hockey is even
stupider. All those guys skating around trying to hit that little thing
with a stick. It must be a Canadian thing, 'cause I don't
get it." He looked expectantly at Fraser, who shot him a
withering look and resumed staring straight ahead.
This situation is getting desperate, Ray thought. If I have to
wear a suit and tie for a month it'll kill me. Ray swallowed
nervously , trying to think of anything that would get the
mountie to speak. "Fraser, I find you very attractive," he
blurted out. Fraser turned to look at him, eyebrows raised.
Okay, this is good, he told himself. "I mean, you know, in
the red serge and all. You look nice; like somebody out of those
old movies. "
Fraser's regarded him with pity. Ray's cheeks flushed with anger. "Fraser,
you are the single most attractive person, male or
female, that I have ever met. And I'm not just saying that to
make you talk." The corner of Fraser's mouth turned up in a
slight smirk. "I think I could really go for you
Fraser," Ray continued. "I mean, after that
buddy-breathing thing, I've been wondering what it would be like
to really kiss you. Since we've got nothing else to do, what do
you say we find out"
The mountie's eyes called his bluff. Ray swallowed again, knowing he
had no choice. In one swift movement, he slid over and brushed his lips
against Fraser's. Fraser gasped in shock, but remained
silent.
"Well, did you like it?" Ray asked, breathlessly.
"Yeah, me too. Maybe I should do it again." He moved in for
another kiss, slowly stroking the cheek of the very rigid
mountie. His lips touched Fraser's and his tongue gently
requested entry. After an eternity, Fraser's lips parted and his
tongue plunged inside.
Ray's arms snaked around Fraser's neck and he felt the strong
arms of his friend encircle his waist. Coming up for air, Ray
said, "That was unbelievable! Don't you think so?"
Fraser smiled and nodded.
"Oh yeah, the bet. Forget about that. This is more
important." Fraser shook his head, no.
"What! Look Fraser, forget the bet. We've just had an epip,
an epiph. . a religious experience. Let's focus on it."
Fraser shook his head and shrugged. Ray slid back to his side of
the car and angrily pounded the dashboard with his fist.
"You make me crazy Fraser! Sometimes I think I'm going to
explode and. . You know what Fraser, I'm going to make you talk
if it kills both of us!" With that he slid across the seat
again, pulled Fraser's legs apart and moved off the seat and in
between them.
Eyes wide with shock, Fraser could only gape at Ray as he battled the
belt, fastenings and longjohns that stood between him and
Fraser's quickly hardening cock. "In the future; less
clothes, Fraser," he said in exasperation. At last, he
wrapped his hands around the swollen shaft. "I wish I had a
camera to capture that look on your face! It's priceless,"
Ray grinned.
Tentatively, he kissed the tip, his lips dampened by the precum.
He licked them cautiously and said, "Not too bad. I could
get use to it." With a mischievious grin, he ran his tongue
along the length of Fraser's shaft.
Gasping for breath, Fraser gripped the door handle with all his
might with one hand and lowered the other to caress Ray's head.
Ray continued his tongue-bath of Fraser's penis. He licked the
sensitive underside and moved to suck a ball. He let go and
glanced up. Fraser was biting his lips to keep quiet.
"You're really determined to win, aren't you? Oh well, you
asked for it!"
Grasping it with both hands, he fitted the engorged member into
his mouth. To his credit, Fraser didn't make a sound, but his
body spasmed and his hand jerked on the door handle. The door
started to open. Ray quickly reached over and pulled it shut,
never letting up on the hold that he had on Fraser's cock.
Both hands now entwined in Ray's hair and his hips rocking in
rhythm to the cop's sucking, Fraser panted desperately. Ray was
merciless, driving his mountie beyond his endurance. Finally,
with one more frenzied thrust, Fraser filled his mouth with his
hot, creamy seed and moaned, "Ray, Ray, RAY!!!"
After swallowing contentedly, Ray looked up at Fraser and smiled
lopsidedly. "Well, I guess I win the bet."
Still short of breath, Fraser gasped, "Look at your watch
Ray."
Ray did and sure enough, it read 11:41. "Damn! A whole month wearing
a suit and tie."
Fraser tilted his head up. "We can forget the whole thing if you
want," he offered.
"Not a chance, I always make good on my bets. Besides, this
one was worth it."
the end.
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