Roust     Roust

 by Basingstoke and Laura Jacquez Valentine

  

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 Author's Notes: Bas' URL: http://www.ravenswing.com/bas/ 
(bas@yosa.com) 
Laura's URL: http://www.dementia.org/~jacquez/writing/fanfic.html 
(jacquez+@dementia.org)

 Story Notes: 

 

 

 Ray was wrapping a fish hook when Fraser opened the door and walked in,
looking like the business end of a bar brawl. Dief followed him in, only
instead of looking upset like he usually did when Fraser was hurt, he
looked like he was laughing. Ray blinked. "What happened to you?" 

 "Maggie." Fraser hung up his hat, moving very slowly. 

 Ray jumped up. "Maggie? MACKENZIE? Little blond licking things Maggie?" 

 "She's not that little, Ray...." Fraser started shrugging out of his
jacket. 

 Ray walked over and helped him out. "Your sister. The cute one." 

 "Yes, Ray." 

 Ray hung up Fraser's jacket. "Why'd she hit you?" 

 "Er." Fraser looked sheepish. 

 Ray prodded his chest, not too hard. "You were annoying the hell out of
her, weren't you?" 

 "Well..." Fraser rubbed his eyebrow. 

 "Admit it." 

 Fraser folded his arms. "Fine. But what was I supposed to do? Fight
back?" 

 "Sure." 

 Fraser shook his head. "She's my sister, Ray." He said it like it meant
something, which meant that he was scoffing at the idea that a guy could
fight with his sister. 

 Ray folded his arms too. "So? I fight with my brother all the time. I
busted his nose once. Got grounded for two months." 

 "Yes, but you grew up with him--and I--Ray, she's a woman." 

 Oh, that was just the living end. "You didn't hit her because she's a
woman? Fraser! She's a Mountie! That takes precedence over being a chick."


 Fraser looked away. "That's just nonsense, Ray, and you know it." 

 Ray circled around to look Fraser in the eye again. "No, no I do not know
that. Quit bein' a bigot." 

 "A bigot?" Fraser's eyes opened up wide as Fraser did his best
hurt-and-amazed look. 

 "A bigot!" 

 "I am NOT being a bigot!" He put his hands on his hips and stubborned up.
"I am being chivalrous!" 

 "You say potato, I say bigot. Thinking women can't hold their own in a
fight when they obviously can is the same as being prejudiced, and Maggie
being a Mountie she can kick anyone's ass all over the place." 

 "She may be a Mountie, but she's also nearly ten years younger than I am
and she's my sister and I've got thirty pounds on her." Fraser ticked his
points off on his fingers one by one. 

 "You can still take a swing." Ray glared at Fraser, and Fraser seemed to
deflate a little. 

 "Well, I did defend myself, Ray." Fraser jerked his neck sideways to
crack it. "After a few minutes, at any rate." 

 "Oh, do explain, Fraser. This I gotta hear." 

 "I thought she might get it out of her system. But as she continued,
well, she only seemed to become more enraged. I'm a trifle confused as to
why. In any event, as you can see, I look a great deal like I've tangled
with a bobcat." Fraser brushed his fingertips over the scratches on his
cheek. 

 Man, she must have been pissed. "Fraser....what did you do?" He was
starting to get the feeling like this was important, and more importantly,
like Maggie might come back looking for more. 

 "I, uh." Fraser jerked at his shirt collar. 

 Ray grabbed Fraser's shirt front. "FRASER! I WILL PUNCH YOU IN THE FACE!
AGAIN!" 

 "IaskedMaggieifshewouldconsiderdatingyou," Fraser gasped, backing away. 

 Oh. Well. Huh. "Okay, that's interesting." Ray ran a hand through his
hair. Fraser stood back against the door, looking embarrassed. "How did
that lead to her pantsing you?" Ray asked. 

 "I was rather forceful in my asking, I'm afraid." 

 Ray closed his eyes. "Oh, jeez. Do I need to go into the witness
protection program?" 

 "I'm sure Maggie will attach no blame to you." 

 "Forgive me if I'm not that sure." Ray shook his head. "And how come you
wanted her to date me anyway?" 

 Fraser coughed and looked quickly at his watch. "Oh, look at that, time
to feed the dogs." 

 "FRASER!" 

 Fraser clapped his hands. "Come on, Dief!" He turned toward the jacket
hooks, reaching for his jacket, and that was more than enough. Ray leaped
onto Fraser's back, hooked one arm around his neck, and started pounding
at his chest with his other hand. 

 "Ray! Ray, let me go!" Fraser turned in circles. 

 "No!" Ray held on, digging his knees into Fraser's sides. 

 "Ray!" 

 "Spill!" 

 "Well, she's my sister, and you're a good man, Ray. So, of course--" Dief
made a skeptical noise from his position under the bench. "Dief, this is
none of your business!" 

 There was an idea. Ray hopped off Fraser's back and advanced on Dief.
"Dief. Dief, buddy. There's a twelve-pack of donuts in it for you if you
speak my language." 

 Dief looked from Ray to Fraser and back, then pointedly started licking
his balls. 

 Suddenly the wolf was the smartest person he knew. "Hey, I get that. I
get what you're saying." Ray fell to his knees in front of Fraser and
hugged Fraser's thighs. 

 Fraser looked like Ray had smacked him in the head with a brick. "Ray.
Ray. Ray." 

 Ray regarded Fraser's complicated fly situation, fascinated. "Don't
bother me, I'm concentrating. How do you get these things open, anyway?"
He tugged at the cloth experimentally. 

 "You, ah. Zipper--Ray, what are you DOING?" 

 Ray unzipped Fraser's fly, tugged the cloth away and licked Fraser's
perky cock when it popped out of his starched white boxers to say hi. 

 "Oh God." Fraser swayed, but Ray had him. 

 Ray licked again and Fraser grabbed his head. "Ray, I don't think this is
such a good--" Ray gave a good hard suck. "--do that again." 

 Ray sucked harder, bringing his tongue into play as Fraser's fingers sank
deeper into his hair and Fraser clutched harder-- 

 Until Fraser came and fell on his ass. 

 Ray sat back on his heels, wiping his mouth. "Mm. Been a while." He
peered at Fraser. "You okay there, Fraser? You hit your head?" 

 Fraser lay on the floor spread-eagled. "Um. I, ah, believe I'll be fine,
Ray." 

 "Okay." Ray folded his arms, resolutely not touching his erection. "Uh.
Heh." 

 Fraser propped himself up on his elbows. "You, ah. I could reciprocate,
Ray." 

 Ray shifted his weight. "Um....okay." 

 Fraser smiled a wide open, sunny, happy smile and did some kind of
horizontal Superman tackle. Ray ended up on his back with Fraser pulling
his shirts out of his pants. 

 "Mmf!" There was dust in his mouth. 

 "Now, how do I get these things open?" Fraser fumbled with his fly,
making him squirm. 

 "Buttons. Buttons." 

 "Buttons? That's terribly inefficient." Fraser undid the buttons one by
one as Ray tried to remember what kind of underwear he had worn that
morning. But when Fraser's finger touched his dick...oh, hey, boxer
shorts. That made it so easy--for--Fraser to go down on him-- 

 "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." 

 Fraser rubbed his nose over Ray's dick, his nose and then he licked and
then he did some kind of slurpy thing with his lips, oh, God... 

 "Fraser...you got the best tongue south of Alert..." 

 Fraser gave another lick. "I try, Ray," he mumbled around Ray's dick. 

 "Aaah!" The breath, the movement, something made him squirm like a puppy
under Fraser's hands. "Do that again!" 

 "What, this?" Fraser mumbled. 

 "AAAAAAH!" Ray was suddenly coming and he just hoped to God that Fraser
was ready. His head thunked against the wood floor. 

 Fraser pillowed his head on Ray's stomach. "Stop snickering,
Diefenbaker." 

 "Yeah, Dief, shut up." 

 Fraser giggled and rubbed his cheek on Ray's stomach. Ray brought a hand
up to stroke Fraser's cheek. "And Fraser, there's a trick to button flies.
You don't have to undo them one by one." 

 "I'll keep that in mind for next time." 

 "Next time Maggie beats you up?" 

 "Next time I have to take your jeans off." Fraser kissed the exposed bit
of belly between the rucked-up shirts and jeans. 

 "Ohhhhh." Ray grinned at the ceiling. 

 "I may need a great deal of practice." 

 "Yeah, it's tricky that way." 

 "I'm glad we agree." 

 "Yep." Ray stuck his fingers in Fraser's mouth and pinched his tongue. 

 Fraser jerked. "Ow! Wha wath thath fowr?" 

 Ray grinned. 

 "Thray, leth go oth my tonguh." 

 Ray tugged Fraser upwards. 

 "Owth!" 

 Ray got Fraser's head even with his and let go of Fraser's tongue. Fraser
smiled down at him. "Ah, I see. Thank you, Ray." 

 "Mom always kissed it better when my brother beat me up." 

 "I thought you beat him up." 

 "Whatever." Ray sandwiched Fraser's head between his hands and kissed his
tongue better. 

 "It still hurts, Ray," Fraser said when their mouths parted. He was
smiling, just a little. 

 "Oh, let me try again." Ray kissed him deeper this time. 

 "I think it's going to need long-term physical therapy." Fraser was
definitely smiling now, the same way he smiled when there was fresh snow. 

 "Oh, hey, lucky me I got the next ten years free." Ray kissed him one
more time for good measure. 

 "Oh, good." And this time, Fraser kissed him. 

 End. 

End