Shower Scene    

Disclaimer: Stan, Fraser, etc. belong to Alliance. Warnings apply for M/M
naughtiness. 

Very little plot here, plenty of you-know-what. If you are easily offended
or don't like the idea of Fraser and Kowalski together, please hit the
back button on your browser and let the rest of us fantasize in peace.
Thank you kindly. 

The idea for this little rant came to me in the shower (hence the title)
and I figured, "Eh, why not?" So here it is. This takes place right after
Burning Down the House, so there's a few minor spoilers. I'll never forget
the look on Ray's face when asked by Fraser to get something to eat with
him. It was so hopeful, so grateful, and it immediately got my little mind
working. J I wasn't originally going to post this, but the responses to my
last piece were encouraging, so here it is. Please send praise,
CONSTRUCTIVE criticism, questions, and blonde cops to
jive_baby99@hotmail.com  

Enjoy! 

  

Shower Scene 

Ellie Leonard 

Detective Stanley Raymond Kowalski, alias Ray Vecchio, carried his mug of
sugary coffee to his favorite armchair and sat down. He had just come from
a long night of filing reports at the 27th station and dinner with a
certain Mountie, and was glad for a few brief minutes to sit still and
compose himself. He sighed and set the warm mug beside him on an end
table. He lazily stretched, his feline-like muscles moving beautifully
under his pale blue T-shirt. A yawn this time, from a hard day's work gone
well. His eyes found his black leather-bound notebook on the table. He
picked it up, slipped on his glasses for comfort, and proceeded to write
where he had left off the night before. 

"It's so hot in my living room while I write this, I think I can cut the
humidity with a chainsaw. My shirt is sticking to my chest and back, and
my hair is starting to curl around my face and my ears. The windows are
open to try to catch the night's black breeze, but there's nothing moving
out there but a kind of muggy thickness that's roaming the streets. The
stars are coming out... 

Seems that things are winding down in this crazy scheme I got going here.
Truth, lies, all of it dancing around my eyes and landing at my feet. All
of it crashing, made shaky by a pair of blue, blue eyes. How could I have
ever known that taking this job would put me with him? I mean, sure, I
knew taking this job would put me with the man I've been admiring from
afar, but it ain't gonna be easy. My first week as Vecchio, and I almost
ruined his rep on the first day by practically jumping up and down when
the Mountie Man asked me to get food with him. This is gonna be the
hardest thing I ever done.  

This scribbling is getting me nowhere. There's no way he'll ever know what
he's doing to me, how he's keeping me awake at night, thinking about
throwing caution to the wind, about slipping off that damn red serge,
about making those eyes dark with fire, about... 

I gotta get some sleep. This is nuts, thinking about him this way. If he
ever found out, his face would do that blank Mountie thing and he'd
transfer back to the Yukon so fast he'd leave a streak of red behind him."
***** 

Kowalski was a shower nut. He'd admit it freely when questioned about his
high water bill. After finishing his coffee and journal entry, he padded
softly to the bathroom and shut the door. The after-work showers were
always his favorite; he imagined he could almost see the grime of Chicago
being washed away.  

With the door shut behind him, Kowalski closed his eyes and thought back
to his dinner with the Mountie. It had been fun all right, sitting across
from the man he'd heard was so noble and good, the man he'd secretly had a
crush on for a while now. Laughing and joking with the owner of the most
amazing eyes Kowalski had ever beheld. Stan pictured those eyes while he
slipped off his T-shirt and boxer shorts, and wasn't at all surprised that
he was getting incredibly aroused. He stepped into the shower, closed the
curtain, and decided that maybe there was something else he could do to
relax. 

Stan turned the shower knobs and was rewarded with a soothing warm spray.
He tilted his head back under the showerhead, and ran his fingers through
his blonde hair, imagining they were Ben's hands. Ben's hands...moving to
caress his face, his lips, his neck. Kowalski's breathing came faster,
shallower. He let Fraser put his hands wherever he desired. Those Mountie
hands were moving lower, playing with Stan's nipples, teasing them until
Stan was almost shaking. Down, down, lower to Stan's flat stomach, slow
swirls made by Fraser's fingertips. Stan looked into Ben's eyes and was
almost startled at the desire flaring there. His erection almost leaped
another inch. 

The Mountie smiled, and slid his hands down to Kowalski's dripping cock,
grasping it with both slippery hands. The gentle pumping motion made him
moan out Fraser's name, and he knew he was close to the edge. Breathing
raggedly, he kissed Fraser deeply, plundering the Canadian's mouth for all
he was worth. The pumping motion increased, Mountie fingers playing with
the sensitive head and cupping his aching balls. 

Stan's breath came in short, hard gasps, and he was almost delirious with
the pleasure the Canuck was giving him. Those hands wouldn't stop,
wouldn't quit. He looked up into Fraser's face, and the Mountie leaned
down close to him. Breathing in the scent of pine and sweat, Stan got
helplessly closer to coming. The pumping motion was almost
merciless...fast, hard...he was so close...Then he heard the Mountie's
deep voice addressing him in loving tones. 

"By God, you're beautiful, Ray." 

With that, Stan came like there was no tomorrow, shaking and moaning
Fraser's name. Exhausted, he leaned his forehead against the shower wall
and tried to catch his breath. He was all alone in the shower, but damn,
he sure was smiling. ***** 

Fraser opened his eyes and was a little concerned to see his lover sitting
up in bed. He pulled himself into a sitting position and wrapped his arms
around Stanley Kowalski's thin shoulders. 

"Anything wrong, love?" he questioned after planting a quick kiss on the
detective's shoulder. 

Stan grinned. "Nah, just re-dreaming some pleasant memories." 

"Ah, understood. I hope one or two of them were about me" Ben said, his
hands moving suggestively over Kowalski's chest. 

Stan turned to his Canadian lover and pulled him closer. "You have no
idea..."     The End? 

  

  

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