Rated NC-17
BF/RK m/m explicit
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"Will you be all right, Ray?" Fraser asked his partner
as they stood by his apartment door.
"Yeah, yeah, sure no problem," Ray answered, fumbling
through his jacket for his keys. "Look Fraser, I'm sorry
about that scene earlier. . "
"I understand, Ray."
"Yeah, okay, I'll see you tomorrow."
"Well then, until tomorrow." As he turned to go, Fraser felt
a slight tug on the sleeve of his flannel jacket. He looked
back at Ray, who was holding onto his arm, but seemed unable to
look him in the eye. "Ray?"
"If you want to stay for awhile. . " Ray's eyes darted
up quickly to gaze at Fraser, then back down again. Taking a deep breath,
he said, "It's just that. . I heard some
rumours."
Fraser frowned. "What sort of rumours?"
"About you and Vecchio."
"Ah," he sighed.
"Fraser, I'm alone and you're alone and if any of those
rumours are true.. It's not like I'm asking for a commitment or
anything. I like you and you like me and I don't want to be alone tonight.
. " Ray stopped, having run out of words.
Fraser rubbed his forhead tiredly. "Ray, I'm .. "
"Oh God, it's not true. The rumours aren't true and I've
just made an ass of myself," Ray said, shaking his head in
embarassment. "Real good, Ray. Open mouth, insert foot.
Forget the whole thing Fraser, I'm delirious." He unlocked
the door, and started inside.
"Wait Ray. Those rumours are true."
Ray looked into the mountie's clear blue eyes and saw the
unhappiness there. "Oh, I get it. You don't want to be with me."
"You don't understand. Ray Vecchio and I have a
relationship," Fraser explained, blushing slightly.
"But he's gone."
"Well, not permantly."
"But he's gone now, and you're alone, which brings us back
to me being alone, which brings us to you spending the night and
neither one of us being alone." Ray closed his eyes and
reached out. His hand came in contact with solid mass of Fraser's chest.
Ray smiled as the heat of the man's body seeped through
the jacket and warmed his cold fingers.
"I can't Ray."
"Why?"
"I can't," Fraser answered, helplessly. If only Ray
would open his eyes, he thought. Standing there, eyes closed with that
enigmatic smile on his face, he looked for all the world
like a lover, waiting for a kiss. Fraser shivered as he mentally
repeated the word lover.
"Why can't you?"
"I can't! I made promises to my Ray. Open your eyes,"
Fraser demanded. The cop obeyed, and Fraser gasped at the fire
that burned in their pale, blue depths.
It was Fraser's turn to close his eyes. He could shut out the
image of Ray, but not his scent. The spicy smell of cinamon, from the
gum he chewed, mixed with the equally spicy scent of Ray
himself, flooded his nostrils. "Don't Ray,
Please," he begged.
"I need you Fraser." The words were soft and plaintive. The
sound of them melted a part of Fraser that had been frozen
for months; ever since he had returned to Chicago and found Ray
Vecchio gone. He leaned forward until his lips touched
Kowalski's. Ray's mouth was open and waiting. With a wordless
cry, Fraser plunged into the delicious heat. Tongues clashed and
teeth scraped. Somehow, Ray's ever present gum managed to
transfer itself into Fraser's mouth.
When they parted for air, Fraser said, "Let's go inside, the neighbors.
."
"Fuck the neighbors. No, make that forget the neighbors and
fuck me," Ray answered and pulled the mountie into his
apartment.
Leaving a trail of discarded clothing behind them, they made
their way to Ray's bedroom. Fraser tipped his partner on to the
bed and slowly slid the briefs down the slight body. He paused,
standing over Ray's nude form.
"What's wrong, Fraser? Don't you like me?" Ray asked
nervously.
Fraser took in the pale skin, the spiked blond hair, and the
perpetual five o'clock shadow that framed Ray's face. Then his
eyes drank in the painfully thin, yet not unpleasing, chest, and
legs. His eyes were drawn to the swollen shaft, dripping with
precum and begging for attention.
"Don't you like me, Fraser?" Ray asked again, a
desperate note in his voice.
"I want you, Ray," Fraser said with a strangled voice,
as he hurriedly stripped off the rest of his clothes.
"You're beautiful," Ray whispered.
"As are you," Fraser answered, lowering himself onto
Ray's body. Everything matched up; knees to knees, chest to
chest, groin to groin. They were the same size. Fraser sighed
contentedly at this revelation.
Ray wrapped his legs around the mountie's well muscled backside.
"Is this the way you want to do it? 'Cause I'll do it anyway you
want. I can suck you off or you can fuck me. Whatever you
want."
Fraser trailed a line of kisses down his neck. "This is what I want."
He licked his way down Ray's throat and chest,
stopping to tease a nipple with his tongue. Ray arched up under
him, pressing his cock into Fraser's chest, and reminding him of
his true destination. A path of kisses took him to the waiting
shaft. He touched his tongue carefully to the tip.
"Fraser!" Ray groaned.
He stroked the trembling member.
"Fraser!!" Ray's cries became a demand for action.
"As you wish," Fraser said softly. Then he throated
Ray's cock. Ray thrust against him, moaning. Knowing that Ray
wouldn't last long, Fraser sucked the quivering organ hard and
deep. Hearing Ray's gasps and half-sobs, he willed Ray to come.
Whimpering Ray, grasped Fraser's hair and with a violent shudder, spurted
his hot milky seed into his lover's mouth.
Releasing the now limp shaft, Fraser crawled up Ray's still
trembling body. He stopped with his knees on either side of Ray's head.
Holding his dick in his hand, he said, "Your
turn."
Ray's eyes widened as Fraser pressed the engorged cock against
his lips. His mouth opened and Fraser pushed it inside. Focusing
on nothing but fucking Ray's mouth for all they were both worth,
he barely noticed the hands that were squeezing his ass in time
with each thrust.
The unbearable pressure built inside of him. Looking down at Ray, he
saw a dreamy expression on the cop's face. His eyes closed and his mouth
working over Fraser's dick, he looked. . serene.
"Uhhhnnn," Fraser moaned; his vision beginning to blur.
Squeezing his eyes shut, he let the waves of pleasure wash over
him. Time stood still for a moment, then he felt Ray pulling his
cock out of his mouth.
"I think you're done," Ray said shakily.
"Yes," said Fraser, moving to lay beside him.
Ray smiled at him. "That was great."
"That was perfect," Fraser agreed.
With much wiggling and unnecessary body-rubbing, the two managed
to get the covers of the bed down and over them. "G'night,
Fraser," Ray said sleepily.
"Goodnight Ray." Fraser pulled him into a tight
embrace. Within seconds Ray was asleep.
Fraser lay quietly, listening to the sound of Ray's heartbeat,
contemplating the morning. He would have to make a decision then. He
was not a one night stand kind of man. It was all or nothing
with him; it had always been that way. He could either hold onto
the warmth that he had found here tonight, or go back to cold
waiting that he made up so much of his life for the last few
months. Fraser sighed. His heart had turned out to be much more
treacherous than he ever would have imagined.
Ray stirred in his sleep, burrowing into Fraser's shoulder.
Fraser closed his eyes, held on tight, and prayed that the dawn
would never come, because when it did, someone was going to get
hurt.
the end
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