Catch Frasers by Misha   

Catch Frasers
  January, 2000 Misha
 http://www.madstop.org/misha/
 The boys, alas, are not mine. This was not created for profit, more's the
pity.
 Rated R for language and intimations of m/m sex
 Ray (Kowalski) catches Fraser with a well-timed phrase. 

"...and then he fucked him into the mattress..." 

Fraser's head whipped around with a speed the Concorde would be proud of.
"I beg your pardon." 

Ray regarded him calmly from the driver's seat of the GTO. A small smirk
played across his lips. "You heard me," he said to his companion's blankly
stunned expression. "Now pick your jaw off the floor." 

Fraser licked his lips nervously and ran a thumb across one eyebrow. "No,
I'm quite sure that I misheard you. You were talking about Huey and Dewey
reviewing a case and then you, ah, stated that..." 

The corners of Ray's lips were twitching, and he seemed to hum in place
from suppressed energy. He didn't speak, however, and Fraser was forced to
push on verbally. 

"You stated that sexual intercourse had occurred between Detectives Huey
and Dewey?" The words left his mouth with a rush. There. It was said. 

Ray snorted. "Nah. What I *said* --" He leaned closer to Fraser and his
voice dropped just enough. "--was that the way Huey and Dewey were actin'
*reminded* me of a porn film I watched where the one guy *fucked* the
other guy into the mattress." Ray's mouth was mere inches from Fraser's
ear when he finished his statement, and he eased slowly back, waiting. 

This was it, this was the clue-by-four he'd been wanting to drop on Fraser
from the first moment he'd seen him. Ray sat back and watched the
Mountie's brain attempt to do cartwheels. He saw comprehension dawn in the
flicker of light in Fraser's blue eyes, and then the light dimmed, and
Ray's own eyes narrowed. No way was the Mountie gonna play dumb. 

So, fuel to the fire. He eased backwards, stretching out, oh so casually,
his knee coming to rest mere centimeters from Fraser's. "Of course, they
didn't really look like Huey and Dewey, not with the one guy in a Mountie
uniform." 

Fraser's mouth, which he had opened just enough to lick his lips in
preparation for veering off on some verbal tangent, snapped closed. 

Ray tried to hide his absolute delight at the dawning understanding on
Fraser's face, but when his smirk widened, it was all over. His grin grew
worried as Fraser's expression took on yet another chameleon-like change,
going from dumb-founded to understanding to incredibly turned-on (So
*that's* what a horny Mountie looks like) to something infinitely more
dangerous. 

"How convenient, then, Ray." Fraser's eyes were ice-hard. He rubbed his
thumb not over his own eyebrow, but reached over and stroked Ray's lower
lip. "How convenient that you have a mattress just upstairs in your
apartment and you have a man in a Mountie uniform right here in your very
own car." 

Ray swallowed, delight and arousal and a frisson of adrenaline warring in
his stomach. "Oh yeah, Frase, real convenient." 

Fraser's mouth, hot and demanding, descended on his, silencing further
conversation. They didn't make it to the mattress until the third round. 

End?  

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