One Night In Chicago      One Night In Chicago

 by tiffany

  

 Author's website: http://uk.geocities.com/ace_leary380/

 Disclaimer: Brian, Ray, Justin, and Fraser are not my intellectual
property. To my continuing chagrin. 

 Author's Notes: This fic is unbetaed, so any inconsistancies are my own
damn fault. 

 Story Notes: My latest smut-filled offering, for your
lowest-common-denominator urges: this is an NC-17 rated Crossover, with
Due South and Queer as Folk (US). Hope you fans of both shows will allow
me to take some liberties here, but I needed to do it.

 

 

 Part 1 

 I hate waiting. Stakeouts are the worst. Why couldn't Welsh have assigned
the Duck Boys to do this one? Why does it have to be me? Just because I'm
gay doesn't mean that I should get all the gay cases. It's so unfair. And
Fraser is off playing doorman for some swanky party at the consulate, so I
don't even have him to talk to. 

 Ray Kowalski sank deeper into the front seat of his GTO, keeping his eye
on the door of the disco across the street, and fiddled with the radio as
he tried to tune in a decent station. 

 He couldn't find anything worth listening to, so he just flicked the
power off. He consulted a computer printout instead. Okay, let's see, who
am I looking for again? 

 Ray read aloud to himself: "John Allan Treversi. Male, white, six-two,
one-eighty. Black hair, blue eyes. Suspected accomplice in bank robbery
two days ago, the First Savings and Loan of Chicago. Thumbprint off the
countertop matched this guy's. Known to frequent gay clubs." He set the
printout on the passenger seat and sighed. Yep, that's it, that's why I'm
here. I think next time I'll have too much work to do to take an
assignment like this. 

 He went back to staring at the club's entrance. And the word is that
he'll show up here at Arthur's eventually, so I'm stuck here watching the
door like some old perv. It was a Wednesday night, so business wasn't
exactly booming. Ray saw a few men he knew, and a lot of men he didn't,
but would like to. If I'd known Arthur's was like this, I'd have come here
a long time ago, Ray thought. And if I have to be here anyway, I might as
well enjoy the view. 

 He was contemplating a particularly well-rounded behind of a young man
walking past his car when he noticed a couple exiting the club. Ray did a
double-take, and realized that this was the guy he was waiting for.
Treversi was draping himself all over another man of about the same height
and build. They headed around the corner to the alley beside the club. Ray
got out of his car and followed them discreetly. 

 He crossed the street quickly and peered around the corner and into the
alley. There were several couples in various stages of undress, some of
whom were engaged in sex of one kind or another. Treversi and his trick
were apart from the others, near the back, settling themselves against the
brick wall and kissing. Ray stepped up to them. 

 "John Treversi?" he said firmly. 

 The suspect glanced at Ray and said, "Look, we don't need a third, thanks
anyway." He turned back to the trick and continued to kiss him. Ray
stepped closer and flashed his badge. 

 "Chicago PD. Mr. Treversi, you are under arrest." He got out his
handcuffs and applied them to the suspect while he read him the Miranda
rights. The trick just rolled his eyes. 

 "You have got to be kidding me!" he said in disbelief. 

 Ray regarded the trick for the first time, and couldn't help taking a
long sweeping look at his body. "Uh, no, sir, I'm not kidding." The trick
caught the look and smiled slightly at Ray, gazing at him up and down as
well. Ray was at a loss. He had to take Treversi back to the station, but
he also really wanted to find out who this other guy was. He made a
decision. 

 "Sir, would you mind coming with me for a moment?" Ray asked the trick as
he pushed the now handcuffed suspect in front of him. 

 "No problem," the trick purred, falling into step behind him. I swear I
can feel his eyes on my ass, Ray thought, and smiled. I have got to get
his number. 

 They all arrived at the GTO. Ray pressed the suspect into the backseat
and shut the door, then turned to face the trick. "Sorry I interrupted
you, but this guy's a wanted man." 

 The trick smirked. "Yeah, he was," he said. "Look, why did you need me? I
didn't even know the guy. I'm just in town for tonight and was looking for
some fun." 

 Ray's eyes widened. "Really? Well, uh, if you still want to have fun,
I'll be done with this guy in an hour," he ventured, trying to sound
nonchalant. 

 The trick looked Ray up and down once more, pausing significantly at his
groin. "Yeah, okay." He stepped into Ray's personal space and licked his
lips. "I'm staying at the Meridien, on Michigan Avenue." Ray nodded,
barely breathing. "Room 1104. Ask for Brian Kinney." 

 The trick stood there for a long moment, staring into Ray's eyes, then
turned and walked back toward the club without looking back. Ray began to
breathe again, and finally tore his gaze away from Kinney's retreating
rear. He got into the car and called in his collar. "Yeah, this is 1-1-7.
I got Treversi, I'm bringing him in." 

 A second later, dispatch answered. "Roger, 1-1-7." Ray hung up the radio
and started the engine with a roar. He pulled away, tires squealing, and
headed towards the 27th precinct, thinking about this Brian, and what was
going to happen an hour from now. Maybe this wasn't such a bad assignment
after all. 

 Part 2 

 Brian turned up the techno music and fixed himself another drink as he
thought about the encounter he'd just had behind the club. After the cop
arrested and carted away his first choice, Brian had had to go back inside
and grab the next one. Next time, though, he'd be a little more
discriminating. I bet the guy that cop took away could suck a bowling ball
through a garden hose, he thought. But, oh well. He imagined the blond cop
that was due here at any time. This might be better, actually. Fucking in
beds is always better than blowjobs in alleys. 

 This was the exciting thing about visiting other cities - you never knew
where your next trick was going to come from. A cop, for crissakes. And
older than I usually prefer. 

 But there was something about the way he'd presented himself. What had he
said? 'If you're still looking for fun, I'll be done in an hour.' And the
way he'd looked into his eyes, challenging. Brian could believe that the
cop would just as easily shoot him as fuck him. 

 He heard a knock on the hotel room door, and Brian smiled. Fashionably
late. He walked bare-footed to the door and opened it. The cop was
standing there, framed in the doorway. He was looking down, rubbing the
side of his neck. His gaze traveled up Brian's body, pausing just below
the waistband of his jeans, and continued up slowly, until he was looking
at Brian directly. 

 Brian stepped aside wordlessly to allow his visitor to enter. The cop
walked in, looked around and nodded imperceptibly. Brian could sense the
wariness, but he wasn't sure of the reason. Surely he wasn't new at this,
from the way he so slickly propositioned him earlier. Probably he just
didn't trick very often. In any case, it wouldn't do to have a nervous man
in his bed. He decided to break the ice. 

 He asked, "Would you like a drink, uh...?" 

 "Ray. Yeah, uh...whiskey. Jack Daniels, if you've got it." 

 Brian smiled casually. "Sure, Ray," he said, and walked to the bar. He
fixed the drink, and handed it to the cop, staring into his eyes. Ray
returned the gaze, unflinching. Brian looked away first, his lips curling
slightly, as the cop drained the contents of his glass in one swallow. 

 "Thanks," Ray sighed. "I needed that." 

 Brian glanced up again and nodded. "No problem. So what do you do?" he
asked. Ray looked confused for a moment. 

 "You know I'm a cop..." he began, but then he understood what Brian had
meant. "Oh. Uh, I do...everything," he said, scratching his neck again in
what seemed like a habitual gesture. Brian would have to remember that
spot later. 

 "So you're a bottom. Good," Brian grinned. 

 Ray looked at him again, defiance shining in his blue eyes. "No, not
really," he asserted. 

 Brian simply nodded, thinking, Okay, whatever you say, officer. He
crossed the room to stand in Ray's personal space, the way he had done
outside the club, and Ray held his ground. Brian liked this man. He was
strong-willed, like himself. He wasn't some limp-wristed fairy rent-a-cop,
either. This guy was a hard guy, the real thing. His pulse quickened at
the thought of what they could do together. 

 He leaned in and kissed Ray lightly, then harder, testing him. Ray took
up the challenge, and kissed Brian right back, stepping even closer and
placing his hand firmly on the back of Brian's neck. Brian reached around
Ray and grasped his buttocks, pulling him close, so that they were now
touching full length. Brian couldn't help but admire the strength of Ray's
grip, the firmness of his lips and his ass, the deftness of his probing
tongue. It really seemed like he was kissing an equal, something he hadn't
felt in a long time. 

 Just then, Ray grabbed Brian's hips and spun him around, breaking the
kiss and shoving him against the wall. Brian's eyes opened wide in
surprise. "So what's this about you being a bottom?" Ray asked coolly. He
took off his leather jacket and flung it onto a nearby chair, never taking
his eyes off of Brian's. 

 Brian smirked. Ray put out his hands and placed one on either side of
Brian's head, propping himself on the wall. Their mouths were only inches
apart. "Well?" 

 Brian gripped Ray's collared shirt in both hands and pulled him in for a
deep kiss. Ray leaned into Brian, his hands leaving the wall to explore
Brian's body, caressing everywhere that he could reach. Brian folded his
arms around Ray, rubbing the back of Ray's neck, right at the hairline.
Ray shivered, and Brian thought, Gotcha. 

 He took hold of Ray's shoulders and abruptly spun him around, so that now
Brian had Ray pinned against the wall. He put his foot between Ray's boots
and forced his legs apart roughly. Then he stood up straight and
unbuttoned Ray's shirt quickly. He pulled it off with ease and tossed it
on top of the leather jacket. 

 Ray ran his hands underneath Brian's white t-shirt, caressing his taut
muscular chest. He finally lifted the shirt over Brian's head, carelessly
throwing it onto the floor. Brian returned the favor with Ray's own
t-shirt. Brian pressed up against Ray, kissing him again hard. He could
feel the heat coming off of him in waves, and it was making Brian dizzy.
Each time his nipples accidentally grazed Ray's, a zing of electricity
went straight to Brian's groin. And the man kissed like he was making up
for lost time. 

 He pulled away and sank down to his knees, his lips and tongue tracing a
wet line down Ray's bare torso. Brian roughly grabbed Ray's jeans by the
waistband and repositioned him so that he was directly in front of him. He
removed Ray's boots easily and tossed them toward the chair that held the
growing pile of clothes. He unbuttoned Ray's fly and shoved the jeans down
in one motion, thrilling at finding no underwear, and helped Ray to step
out of their inhibiting folds. 

 He reached up with both hands and began to caress Ray's member with a
random, almost lazy stroke. Ray closed his eyes and clenched his fists
against the wall, making little grunting sounds. Brian coaxed him to full
hardness in no time. Satisfied at its size, he leaned in, unhurried, and
licked the full length. He alternated his tongue and hands, licking and
stroking, and finally he spiraled his tongue around the head, earning a
shudder and a breathless moan. 

 Ray reached down and guided Brian to stand. "We should go lie down," he
murmured. 

 "In a minute," Brian answered. 

 He took hold of Ray's waist and backed himself against the wall, pulling
Ray toward him. Ray pressed the man to the wall and kissed his mouth, his
throat, his chest, while his hands roamed freely. Brian put his hands on
Ray's neck, rubbing his thumbs against Ray's earlobes and hairline. Ray
hunched over, teasing and licking each nipple in turn, while he tugged at
Brian's jeans. He unbuttoned the jeans with no trouble, but as he tried to
push them down without success, he gave up with a frustrated sigh and
stood up. 

 "We need to go lie down now." 

 "Sure," Brian said, but he wanted Ray to finish what he'd started. He
pulled him close for a fierce kiss. While their tongues wrestled wetly,
Brian guided the cop's hands to his waist, and then to the waistband of
his jeans. Ray grunted in frustration, then quickly pushed Brian's pants
down and off, shoving them aside. He stood upright and locked lips once
again with the taller man, running his hands into Brian's hair and
grasping firmly. Brian pulled Ray toward him, enjoying the feel of skin on
skin, and especially delighting at the brushes of erection to erection. 

 Ray broke away finally, panting, and looked sharply at Brian. "I cannot
deal with you properly this way. We have to lie down now." 

 Brian smiled, catlike, and let Ray take his hand to lead him to the
king-size bed. He climbed in first and settled against the pillows, then
patted the bed next to him. Ray climbed in, crawling slowly over Brian,
caressing and kissing as he went. They embraced and kissed deeply, then
Ray rolled them over so that Brian was on top now. Brian took advantage of
the position and pinned Ray's arms down. Deal with this, cop, Brian
thought. He deliberately moved against Ray's body as they kissed, rubbing
their erect cocks together. He smiled as Ray moaned into his mouth. 

 He backed off and slid sideways, lying stretched out beside Ray. He idly
moved his hand up and down Ray's well-sculpted body, brushed lightly over
his hard cock, tweaked his nipples, traced the lines and contours of his
muscles. Brian smiled down at him, waiting for him to open his eyes. Ray
did, and a slow smile crept over his face. Before Brian could wonder about
it, though, he wiggled out from under Brian's grip and rolled them over
again, so that Ray was now on top, holding Brian's arms to the bed. Brian
was shocked at the speed and strength of this man, and Ray laughed softly
at his surprised expression. 

 He held Brian's wrists to the bed and straddled him. Brian struggled, but
Ray was strong. They kissed again, and Brian relaxed, ceasing his
struggle. Why fight? he thought. He'll be mine soon enough anyway. Ray let
go of Brian's arms to caress his chest, and Brian ran his fingers over
Ray's stubbly face. He let his hands slip down to Ray's neck, and knew
he'd found that spot again when Ray groaned. 

 He broke the kiss and pulled Ray closer, placing his mouth directly on
Ray's neck, on that magic place right along the tendon, and received
another guttural moan in response. Ray pulled himself away abruptly, and
slid himself down Brian's body, mouth trailing a line directly toward the
main prize. 

 Ray used his tongue expertly; he licked and nibbled softly, slowly. He
moved his mouth up and down the shaft, and reached down with his hand to
play with Brian's balls. He is such a tease, Brian thought, but I haven't
been this hard in days. He really knows what he's doing. Just then, he
felt a cool wet finger pressing against his opening, and he tensed. He
hadn't allowed anyone but Justin to penetrate him for a long time, and he
wasn't sure if he wanted it tonight. 

 The cop seemed to understand, and kissed his way, very slowly and
deliberately, back up Brian's body, finally lying on him so that they were
face to face again. 

 "I want to make something very clear," Ray murmured against Brian's lips,
in between light kisses. "In about ten minutes I am going to fuck your
brains out." Brian's eyebrows went up as Ray reached up to hold his wrists
again. Ray kissed him deeply now, asserting his dominance and strength. At
last, he lifted up his face and continued, voice breaking: "And then,
after that, you can do whatever you want." 

 He let Brian's wrists go and moved to hold his face instead, looking into
his eyes. "Do you think you can do that?" Ray asked. 

 Part 3 

 Brian almost said no. He wanted to object, to say that he never gets
fucked, but he couldn't. The words just wouldn't form. 

 He was remembering Justin. When they were together, Justin had fucked him
a few times. More than a few times, there at the end. Brian had forgotten
how pleasurable getting screwed can be, until Justin came along. 

 Suddenly it didn't seem so far out to share this. To allow this cop to
take the lead. He sounded like he needed to be in control for a while. And
the promise of doing 'whatever he wanted' after that sounded really
intriguing. 

 Ray was waiting for him, just watching his face, making no further
overtures. All he had to say was no, and Ray would leave, no questions
asked, no matter how hard his cock was. Yes, he had played the power game
with Brian, but truthfully he had no interest in coercive sex. 

 Brian was taking so long to answer, that Ray was sure he was going to get
tossed out on his ass. He decided that Brian just wasn't ready for this,
and he should leave before things got too awkward. He leaned down and
kissed Brian, as softly as he could. He pulled back and stroked Brian's
face tenderly, then shifted so he could roll off the bed. 

 Brian grabbed Ray's waist and held him there. Before he could think about
it anymore, he said, "Okay." 

 Ray smiled and nodded, gazing at Brian for a long moment. Then something
snapped, and suddenly he was all over Brian like a wild man. Ray used his
mouth, his hands, biting, pinching, sucking on Brian's skin until it was
red. 

 All tenderness was gone, and the heat between them doubled, tripled.
Sweat dripped off of their skin in thick droplets. Ray felt like an
animal, only thinking about himself. Brian was lost in the feeling of
being ravaged, wondering randomly if this is how his tricks felt. 

 Ray grabbed a condom off of the bedside table and rolled it on, then
roughly flipped Brian over. This way was easier - he didn't have to look
him in the eye. He spread slick liberally, aimed, then plunged, steady and
deep, until he was all the way inside. He rested for a moment until he
felt Brian relax. There was nothing for him right now except the
superheated man beneath him, surrounding him. He began to move, and knew
only the exquisite delight of raw sex. 

 The pain and pleasure of being penetrated was more incredible than Brian
remembered, and he couldn't help moaning in satisfaction. So much better
with the cop than with Justin - Ray's dick hit Brian perfectly. He grunted
in satisfaction, and Ray thrust harder. He wanted more than anything right
then to come with Ray still inside him. He turned off his mind and just
focused on what his body wanted, knowing exactly how to control his
reactions. And sure enough, soon Brian was at the edge. He spoke for the
first time, breathless, straining. "Harder!" 

 Ray immediately thrust fully, grunting. Brian lifted up just a little as
Ray plunged again, and Brian let himself come, riding the quivering waves
of pleasure. Ray pressed in once more, deeper, and with a startled groan
Brian came a second time. 

 "Oh, yeah, Fraser," Ray breathed. He let out a strangled noise and
stopped pumping, allowing his orgasm to wash over him. He collapsed onto
Brian's back, a little dazed, panting. After a brief moment, he took a
deep breath and rolled away, disengaging gently. 

 Brian couldn't believe it. This cop had taken him by surprise, and that
didn't happen very often. He yawned and curled his legs up to his chest,
thinking that he'd take care of himself in a few minutes. Maybe they could
even take a shower later. He felt the irresistible tug of unconsciousness,
and he went willingly. 

 Ray, however, got up and went straight to the bathroom, closing the door.
He thought about what had just happened as he cleaned himself. Why had he
said 'Fraser'? 

 Part 4 

 He shook his head in bewilderment. His Mountie partner had been the last
thing on his mind at that precise moment. He only hoped Brian didn't
notice, or if he did, that he didn't care. 

 He opened the bathroom door slightly and studied the sleeping man on the
bed. Apparently, not even this Brian guy was enough to distract him. Ray
sighed and padded silently across the room to the chair full of clothes.
He straightened the pile, folding and arranging the cast-aside garments.
Well, this whole encounter confirmed something - he wasn't as over Fraser
as he'd thought. 

 Ray had realized early on in their partnership that Fraser wasn't
interested in him, except as a friend, and then only because he had to be.
And since Fraser was so close-mouthed about his real feelings, Ray was
never clear on the reason. He figured it was the fact that one, Fraser
wasn't gay, and b, Ray was taking the place of Fraser's best friend and
former partner Ray Vecchio. 

 Fraser did his best, but Ray always had the feeling that he never did
much more than tolerate his presence for the sake of the job. Oh, they had
a good working relationship, but that was as far as it ever went. So, Ray
had written Fraser off as a romantic prospect. 

 Never mind that Fraser was nearly perfect. Or that he was the most
beautiful man Ray had ever known in real life. Forget it that Ray had had
a heart-breaking crush on Fraser for the first few months of their
partnership together. 

 He had gotten over it. Dealt with it. Moved on. Or at least he thought he
had until five minutes ago. 

 Suddenly he felt strong arms around his chest and soft kisses on his
neck. For a split second he imagined that it was Fraser - Fraser's strong
arms, Fraser's soft kisses. Fraser's hard-on pressing into his back. 

 Wishful thinking, there, Kowalski, he thought numbly. This isn't him. 

 "Fraser, huh?" Brian growled and bit Ray's earlobe. Ray winced. He wasn't
sure if it was from the pain, or because he heard his partner's name. 

 I need to forget about the Mountie, for one night at least. Maybe he'll
be able to fuck the thought of Fraser out of my head. 

 As if reading Ray's mind, Brian whispered, "You know, when I'm through
with you, you won't be able to remember your own name, much less his." 

 Ray scoffed, but he knew now, that was exactly what he came here for.
Brian stepped back and pushed Ray gently. "Get on the bed. Now." 

 He resisted the order. He needed one final moment of control before he
surrendered completely to this man. With butterflies raging in his
stomach, Ray turned around and boldly looked into Brian's face. The tall
man matched the gaze, waiting. 

 Ray understood absolutely in that moment: Brian was right. There was no
way that he'd be able to keep thinking about Fraser tonight, not with
Brian calling the shots. 

 He didn't allow the relief to show in his expression. Instead, he crooked
his finger at his brown-haired savior and slowly backed towards the bed.
Brian followed, grinning. 

 Part 5 

 "Is there something wrong with your seat, Ray?" Fraser inquired. 

 "What? What do you mean?" Ray asked. 

 "You keep squirming. Are you sitting on a loose spring?" 

 "Yeah, Fraser, loose spring." He kept his face aimed at the paperwork in
front of him so that Fraser wouldn't read the lie in his face. Still, he
could feel the confusion radiating from across the desk. Well, there was
no way he'd tell him the truth - that he couldn't sit still because he'd
had sex all night long, and his ass hurt like it hadn't since he was a
teenager. 

 There was also no way he'd be able to sit through another stakeout today.
He doubted that he could literally sit for the next five hours, but really
it was more that he couldn't be in the car with him. 

 The man he'd successfully forgotten all night was now sitting within
arm's reach, and observing him so intently that Ray felt like squirming
again. He was sore, his head hurt, he was grumpy from the lack of sleep,
and his stomach was tied in knots just being near Fraser. He had to get
away from him for a while, needed to end this torture. He suddenly
realized his partner was talking to him. 

 "-about it." 

 "Huh?" Ray asked. 

 "You should tell the custodian Julio about it. Clearly you're suffering."


 You have no idea, Benton buddy, he thought. Out loud, he said, "That's a
good idea. You know, Fraze, I'm not feeling so hot. I'm gonna go home. You
want a lift back to the consulate?" he asked, praying the answer would be
no. 

 Fraser frowned and cocked his head, and Ray steeled himself for the
inevitable barrage of questions. But surprisingly, Fraser simply shook his
head. 

 "No, Ray, that's okay. Go home. Take care of yourself, all right?" 

 With a relieved sigh, Ray grabbed his jacket from the hook, and walked
out without saying goodbye. A reprieve, for only one day, but it was all
he needed. Everything would be better in the morning. 

 THE END 

End One Night In Chicago by tiffany: tttm333@yahoo.com

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