Closet 
 

Closet 

By: Lori J 

Rating: PG for implied m/m 

Just a snippet that popped in my head. If you don't like it, blame Lucy.
It's all her fault.  

Disclaimer: I hate these. Not mine, never will be. I'm just borrowing
them. Kowalski stays with me. I'm sorry, but you can't have him back. 

Comments? Feedback? Lojojan@worldnet.att.net 

  

  

"Vecchio! Get in here!" Lieutenant Welsh's booming baritone traversed the
squadroom and came to rest squarely on the shoulders of one Raymond
Vecchio. (AKA Stanley Raymond Kowalski, but no one was supposed to know
that.) 

Sighing heavily, Ray stood up. Running a hand through hair that was
rapidly losing its spikiness, he darted a glance at his partner. Fraser
was looking at him with those gorgeous blue eyes of his. "Shit. Waddaya
think I did now, huh Frase?" 

"I'm sure nothing at all, Ray. Leftenant Welsh may merely be checking in
with you on a case that is pending. Or he may need to speak to you about a
personal matter. Although, I can't understand why he chose to yell across
the room instead of just calling you...." Glancing around quickly, Ray
leaned forward and pressed a finger against the mountie's lips.  

"Thanks, Frase. I get your point." Mindful of the fact that others were
around, Ray drew his hand back, albeit reluctantly. 

"Ah, actually Ray, you got my 'point' last night." 

The blonde's jaw dropped. Benton Fraser RCMP had just made a sexual
innuendo. "I'll be damned! I always knew you had it you, Fraser. Wow. I
gotta mark dis day on my calendar." Bending down as if to write, Ray
caught the expression on the mountie's face. Pure lust. The weight of the
gaze was making him tremble. He blew out a shaky breath, "Look, dis won't
take long. Ya wanna meet in our usual place?" 

"That would be...a very good idea, Ray. I seem to have worked myself into
quite a state." Fraser nodded towards his lap. Jodhpurs were baggy, but as
it seemed, not baggy enough. 

Ray leaned in close. "Don't you worry, Frase. I'm gonna take care of ya. I
know just what ya need." The blonde's voice was barely audible, but every
word hit his partner like a separate blow. 

Fraser tugged at his collar. "Perhaps you should go and see what the
leftentant wants. Then we can continue this...discussion later." It wasn't
a question, rather a statement of fact. It sent a thrill of anticipation
through Ray. Seconds later, he was at Welsh's door. 

"Ya wanted to see me, Lieu?" The detective tried hard not to fidget. 

"Yes, I wanted to see you. It's been brought to my attention, Vecchio,
that you've been spending an inordinate amount of time in the storage
closet with the Constable." Welsh leaned forward in his chair, awaiting a
response. 

"Wha? Closet? Huh?" Frantically, Ray searched his mind for a reasonable
excuse. There was none really. What kind of excuse could two grown men
have for going into a storage closet every day at lunchtime. None, that's
what kind.  

Seeing the panic on his detective's face, Welsh smiled. Ray was taken
aback, it wasn't often that Welsh smiled. "Just be more careful, Vecchio.
People talk. Why don't you take an hour lunch? And take Big Red with you.
He's probably bustin' at the seams after that little exchange you two had.
Go on. Get." Waving a big hand in front of him, the lieutenant shooed him
out the door. 

Ray stood just outside Welsh's office for a moment, stunned. What the hell
had just happened? Did Welsh just give him permission to have a quickie
with Fraser? Well, Mama Kowalski hadn't raised any stupid sons and there
was no way on God's green earth that he was gonna pass this up.  

Heading over to his desk, the blonde grabbed his jacket, shrugging into it
as he headed towards the closet. Giving two soft knocks, he opened the
door and peeked in. Fraser wasn't in there.  

A hand on his shoulder made the detective yelp in surprise. It was just
the mountie, thank God. "Christ , Fraser, ya gotta warn a guy when you do
dat. Ya gotta say 'Ray, I'm gonna scare da hell outta ya.'" 

"My apologies, Ray. Shall we...?" Fraser's head tilted towards the closet.
 

"Nope, Welsh gave me an hour lunch. C'man, I don't think I got da whole
'point' before. You're gonna haveta explain it ta me again. Dat OK?" 

A smile graced Fraser's features. "That would be perfectly fine, Ray.
Shall we take our leave?" 

And they did.  

The rest is history, or best saved for another snippet.