Rated NC-17 for graphic m/m. Sequel to One of the
Family.
Mot beta'd. Mistakes are mine, I tell you, all mine!
Of course these characters don't belong to me, they
belong to those happy chappy's at Alliance.
"M'bored!" Stan whined for the fourth time in as many minutes. Ray looked up from the assortment of Riviera engine pieces covering the kitchen table to look at him in exasperation.
"Go
read a book," he suggested, turning back to the distributor he was cleaning.
"I
don't wanna read a book," Ray sighed, it was going to be a long afternoon.
"Watch
the TV then,"
"Dere's
nuffin on," Stan continued to whinge as he hobbled around the apartment
unsteadily on his one good foot.
"Go
for a walk then," anything to get him five minutes peace and quiet.
"Even
if I could get down the stairs and back up again, where the hell would
I walk to?"
"Stan,
I didn't have the day off so I could entertain you," Ray sighed in annoyance,
pointedly turning back to focus his attention on the starter motor that
had been giving his baby Riv trouble earlier in the week, hence the real
reason for the day off.
"But
m'bored,"
"Yeh,
I got that the first hundred times you said it. Go be bored somewhere
else,"
"Fine!"
Ray could hear Stan grabbing his jacket and crutches and making for the
door, "maybe I'll find someone who gives a damn,"
"Good
luck," Ray yelled after him as the door slammed. Ray felt slightly guilty,
he shouldn't have said those things while Stan was still feeling insecure,
although he had a good idea where Stan was headed, no doubt he'd hobble
seventeen blocks to the consulate to whinge to Fraser about him. Ray
thought he'd give him half an hour, and then give Fraser a ring, just
to make sure he's ok. At least that would give him half an hour to sort
his car out.
0o0o0
An
hour later a happy Ray Vecchio replaced the engine parts and grinned
as it purred into life. He'd almost forgotten about his little spat with
his lover while being engrossed in oily mechanisms. He decided now would
be the perfect time to go and visit the consulate and drag Stan back
home now that he'd made his point.
0o0o0
He
pulled the Riv into it's customary place outside the consulate, bounced
inside to find Turnball surrounded by a school trip's worth of children,
Ray quickly sidestepped the hubbub and made his way to Fraser's office.
"Hey
Frase," he greeted as the Mountie looked up from his paperwork.
"Good
afternoon Ray, what brings you to the consulate?"
"I've
come to save you from a whining Stan," he explained, Fraser just looked
confused,
"Why
would Stan be whining?"
"You
mean he didn't give you the in depth version of how insensitive I am?"
Ray asked in shock,
"How
could he of, I haven't spoken to him all day," Ray felt the dread build
up in his stomach,
"Well
if he didn't come here, where did he go?" he asked the Mountie.
"I
have no idea Ray, when was it you last saw him?"
"An
hour ago,"
"Did
he say where he was going?"
"If
I knew where he was going I wouldn't be here, running around on a wild
goose chase, would I?"
"Understood,"
"I'd
better go Frase,"
"Ray,
you really shouldn't worry, Stan is a grown man, and he is perfectly
capable of looking after himself,"
"Fraser,
Stan has a broken foot, he got that kicking a wall, god only knows what
trouble he can get himself into on the streets of Chicago," and with
that Ray was out the door and speeding off down the road.
0o0o0
Exhausted
and bored of driving around in vain, knowing that if Stan didn't want
to be found then he probably wouldn't be. Hoping that Fraser was right
that Stan could in fact, for once, be trusted to take care of himself
without raising Ray's blood pressure any more.
Getting
out of his care, for some reason Ray looked up at the sky, shocked to
see a pair of legs hanging over the side of the roof of the apartment
building.
Make
that one leg and one plaster cast.
Ray
wasn't sure how he managed to sprint up the six flights of stairs without
giving himself a heart attack, but he eventually found himself panting
at the top, flinging the door to the roof open and sprinting over before
his lover decided to do anything stupid. Well, stupider. As he rushed
up to Stan, he saw his lover turn and smile at him.
"Stan.
Don't," he panted. Stan looked up at him in concern,
"You
OK Ray? yer breathing kinda hard. Not that I don't like it when you start
panting, but under the right circumstances, if ya get my meaning," he
winked suggestively up at him.
"Don't,"
Ray repeated as he tried to get his breath.
"Don't
what?"
"Do
it, I'm sorry I yelled at you. You know I didn't mean it," understanding
dawned in Stan's eyes as he grinned up at him humouredly.
"Ya
thought I was gonna top myself?" he asked in disbelief, "ya know me better
than that Ray, if I was gonna do it, I'd eat my gun, not make a splattered
puddle on the sidewalk." Ray stared down at him in utter horror, "I'd
have done it by now Vecchio if I was gonna," he assured him, trying to
keep a straight face at his dismayed lover.
"You
weren't going to jump?" he asked again.
"I
may be damaged, but I ain't unhinged yet," he assured, pulling on his
lover's arm to make him sit down next to him.
"You
scared the hell outta me Kowalski," he sighed, "again!"
"You'll
think twice about yelling at me now, won't you?" he asked with a chuckle.
Ray reached over and pulled Stan's head to his to kiss him demandingly,
reassuring himself that he was fine. Stan was more than enthusiastic
in returning the kiss, his hands roaming over Ray's oil stained work
shirt, pulling impatiently at the buttons.
"Someone
could come up here," Ray protested half-heartedly in a breathless voice.
"Take
me too long ta get down the stairs on those damn contraptions. Can't
wait that long," he insisted deepening the kiss, pulling them both back
so they were lying on the rough concrete. Clambering on top of Vecchio
Stan started to work at the belt on his lover's jeans, bored with the
still-half-done-up shirt. Yanking Ray's boxers and jeans down in an unceremonious
tug, careful of his lover's straining erection.
Ray
bucked unconsciously into the warm hand that encircled him and created
the most delightful friction. He moaned louder as an even warmer pair
of lips replaced the hand. Kowalski deep throated him and didn't restrain
his hips as he began to buck into his mouth, Stan reached down to fondle
his balls with one hand and the other hand snaked up to play with a hardened
nipple. Before long Ray was coming in long jets, that Kowalski swallowed
greedily.
Stan
clambered lazily back up to give Ray a very wet, equally lazy kiss.
"Ummm,
I like Italian," he purred, Ray could taste himself on his lips and Kowalski
licked his to clean up some that he had missed. Ray quickly redressed
himself, conscious of people that could some out onto the roof, knowing
that Stan wouldn't mind his being clothed again he started to give his
lover's ratty clothes the same impatient treatment he'd given his earlier.
But by the time he'd got Stan's cock in his hand, Stan was too far gone
to care what Ray did to him, and came quickly over his lover's fingers.
Ray brought the sticky hand up for his partner to lick clean; after all,
he did make the mess. Ray wasn't sure what he'd done wrong when Stan
stiffened in fright beneath him, Ray didn't know that Milner had used
exactly the same gesture with Stan three weeks ago. Ray quickly lapped
up the mess himself. Inordinately pleased as Stan relaxed beneath him
and hugged him impossibly tight. He grabbed Stan around his waist and
hauled him over his shoulder.
"Hey
Vecchio, is this your idea of being romantic? If so then you can count
me out," he yelped in surprise as he wriggled impossibly in his arms.
"I'd
stay still if you don't want a matching cast on the other foot," Ray
warned.
"So
da whole plaster thing does turn ya on!" Stan accused laughing, "what
about my crutches?" Stan asked wondering how Vecchio could possibly carry
him and a set of crutches.
"I'll
come get them later," Ray promised.
"What
if they get stolen?"
"Who'd
want to steal your crutches?"
"I
dunno, other crazed suicidal guys?" he suggested sarcastically.
"What
were you doing up there anyway?" Ray asked in curiosity.
"I
was thinking, least there's no-one up here I can annoy with my boredom,"
"Well
the Riv's fixed, so I can entertain you for the rest of the day, can
you think of something we can do?" Ray asked,
"I
can think of several something's,"
Ray
sped up his pace to get back to the apartment.
The
End.