Tight Spaces   21   6 pt 6 pt 0 3		  Tight Spaces �
by Krissy � � Disclaimer:  Alliance owns them, not me. Pity.  Pairing:
Fraser/RayK Rating: NC-17 Spoiler: Mountie on the Bounty Notes: Okay, this
one has a big WARNING on it because it's a triple first timer. Never wrote
a Due South fic before, never did a NC-17 fic before *and* the boys never
did each other before. Frightening, isn't it?  Thanks for beta and the
title Melissa! Every mistake left is mine and mine alone.  Summary: What a
drop of sweat can do to someone... Archive: Sure. But tell me where.
Feedback: Yes, yes, yes! Feed me! I'm starving! � �
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********************************** � � // Oh, no. No no no no no. //  � It
was temptation. Nah, it was more than temptation. It was brutal, merciless
torture.  � They were in that little yellow banana. Okay, it wasn't a
banana. But it sure looked like one. Only that this particular banana was
able to dive. Big deal. � It was hot inside. Fraser sat right before him.
Close. So close that they were almost touching. And the Mountie was
sweating.  � Torture.  � Ray watched transfixed as the little drop of
moisture slid down Fraser's neck, pausing just below the hairline.  �
Temptation. � It would be so easy. The only thing he would have to do was
lean forward. Just a little bit, and he would be able to lick the drop
away.  � Tasting. Tasting Fraser. � Ray drew in a shaky breath, trying to
get himself together. � // Don't you dare do it. He is your partner *not*
some kind of lust object! // � Uh oh, wrong thing to think in a time like
this. Lust object. Fraser. � // Fuck // � The drop of sweat was joined by
another drop and the two of them made their way down, into the depths of
Fraser's collar... � Before he could catch himself Ray bent forward. One
flick of his tongue and the two joined drops were gone.  � Ray closed his
eyes and lost himself. Lost himself in tasting the unmistakable thing that
was Fraser and	� The Mountie cleared his throat. "Ray?" � Ray's eyes
snapped open.  � // Oh. My. God. No, I didn't do this. I didn't.
Impossible. No... please, tell me I didn't do this! // � Another throat
clearing noise. � "Ray. May I asked why you were licking my neck?" � //
Shit. // � He had to think. But he couldn't. It was too hot, Fraser was
too near, he was too goddamn *stupid*. � "Well... you know... You're
licking things all the time and I thought... I..." He couldn't do this.
Fraser had said they were lost. Maybe they would be dead in a matter of
hours. He couldn't lie to Fraser now. Not about this. Not about something
that important. Not if it was the last chance they got. Finally, drawing a
deep breath he said � "I don't know Fraser. I... I just wanted to." �
*Another* fucking throat clearing noise. Then... � "Mmh." � // Not *that*
again. Ah, fuck it! // � Determined he leaned forward again and began
softly nibbling Fraser's neck, all the while humming contentedly. � "Ray?"
Ah, the Mountie sounded nervous. Good. � The cop kept nibbling as best as
he could, down Fraser's neck, to his shoulder blades, up to his ear. �
"Ray..." A moan. Fucking perfect. � And then Ray discovered he didn't have
to think. Just to *feel* and boy, he was feeling all right. � "Turn
around." Ray murmured against the back of the Mountie's ear. His hands
were moving aimlessly over Fraser's broad chest, finding a nipple by luck.
Stroking it. Another moan. � One second passed. Two. Then � "I can't, Ray.
I have to... to maneuver the ship." � Cursing silently Ray struggled to
get his brain back to work.  � "Auto pilot!" he breathed suddenly. Then
somewhat clearer, steadier. "Does this thing have an auto pilot?" � Fraser
cracked his neck in one fast movement and nodded.  � "Yes. Yes it does."
Hesitating. "Do you... want me to put it on?" � Ray smiled and licked the
Mountie's ear.	� "Yeah. And then turn around. I want to see your face." �
"Oh dear." � In a heartbeat Fraser had the banana on auto pilot and
struggled to turn around in the narrow space. � "Fraser. Fraser. Hey,
Frase!" � The Mountie paused, frowning. � "What is it Ray?" � Sighing Ray
untangled Fraser's leg and tucked at his arm, so that he was able to turn
around properly. Facing each other. Fraser looked rather sheepishly and
Ray just stared.  � // What a day to die. // he thought wondering how the
hell they'd gotten into this crap. � "Ray..."  � Oh no. Fraser sounded
like he was having second doubts. But not today. Not if Ray was so close
to... � In one quick motion Ray leaned in and brushed his lips against the
Mountie's. Fraser shivered and after a moment opened his mouth to let
Ray's tongue in.  � Suddenly Fraser was all over him, his hands in Ray's
hair, than on his back, on his chest. But never going where Ray
desperately needed them to be.	� He moaned in frustration, gathered all
his strength and broke the kiss.  � "Ray?" The Mountie seemed to have some
trouble thinking himself.  � "It's all right." Ray swallowed and tried to
get his breathing under control. "I just... I just need to..." � Air.
There wasn't enough air and it made him dizzy. He took several deep
breaths until he was able to ask the burning question. � "Do you trust me,
Fraser?" Shaking. His voice was shaking. Damn it. � The Mountie's eyes
went soft and he took Ray's hand in his, kissing it. � "Yes, Ray." �
Relieved Ray nodded, giving Fraser's hand a quick squeeze. Then he pushed
Fraser back, so that he was leaning against the control table and Ray
himself slid back a bit, making more room for moving, for exploring. � For
a moment Ray just sat, looking at the Mountie sprawled out before him. He
felt like a kid in a candy shop.  � With the smoothness of a cat he slid
onto Fraser, locking his eyes with the Mountie's. Fraser's eyes were
shining brightly like they never did before. God, he loved those eyes.	�
Not wanting to destroy the moment by getting sentimental and starting to
cry (wouldn't *that* be embarrassing?), he began kissing Fraser. Slowly,
sensitively, thoroughly. Exploring every corner of that mouth. Then of
that face. Moving lower, that throat. Tucking the pullover up, that chest.
 � Fraser moaned helplessly. Suddenly Ray noticed for the first time that
the Mountie's breathing wasn't the only thing that was hard. He smiled
against the nipple he was currently sucking at and gave the poor thing a
final bite-lick before he began to move lower.	� The Mountie bucked his
hips in anticipation as Ray began drawing the zipper of his jeans down
with his *teeth*. � "Ray. *Please*." Pleading. Fraser was *pleading*! � //
Okay, forget the stupid teeth thing. // � In one quick motion he had the
zipper down, the jeans unbuttoned. Nodding at Fraser to lift his hips, he
drew them down, too, so that they were pooled around the Mountie's knees. 
� Ray had to bite his lip to keep from coming right then and there. � He
cleared his throat. � "Um, Fraser?" � "Yes, Ray?" � "You, um, you don't
wear any... you know... underwear?" � "Well, I... the man I borrowed the
clothes from didn't wear any and I didn't want to leave him exposed like
that, so I... I gave him mine. Is that a problem, Ray?" � The cop smiled. 
� "No problem here, Fraser buddy. No problem at all. Actually it's fucking
perfect." � Fraser's protest against Ray's language was changed into a
hiss of pleasure when Ray sucked in the tip of the Mountie's remarkable
erection.  � Ray looked up at Fraser's face to find his eyes squeezed
tightly shut. Time for phase two: deep throating. When Ray was in college
and wanted to become a member of a fraternity they had made him do some
very ugly stuff during Pledge Week, only to have turned Ray down in the
end.� But, the way it looked right now, he had something to be thankful
for having learned that week. � Ray took a deep breath and took Fraser in
with one swallow. Time stopped. Then everything began moving again.
*Fraser* began moving again, bucking his hips, pushing deeper in Ray's
mouth, moaning like crazy.  � Soon, too soon, Fraser gave a final buck and
screamed in a fashion that made every fish in near vicinity of the banana
look for a place to hide.  � Neither of them moved for quite a time, until
Ray's own erection made it painfully clear that it wanted release. Now. �
"Hey, Frase. You alive?" � Breathless laugher above him made him look up.
Jeez, Fraser looked pretty messed up. He looked... hot. Yeah, Ray could
really get used to this. � The Mountie struggled to sit up, wincing in the
process. Forgetting his straining erection for a moment he asked � "Shit.
Did I hurt you, Fraser?" � Fraser laughed again. � "I can assure you, that
you didn't hurt me in any way. It's just... that a lever of the control
panel was digging into my back." � Trust Fraser to dismiss something like
that as unimportant. � "Goddamnit, Fraser, I *did* hurt you!" � With one
quick motion Fraser had pinned Ray against the wall behind him. He moved
in as close a the narrow space allowed and softly whispered against the
cops lips � "Ray, trust me, my mind was elsewhere occupied. I didn't
notice the hurt until afterwards." � "Greatness. Now, shut up and kiss me,
Fraser."  � Being a good Mountie and all Fraser complied instantly. Ray
moaned into Fraser mouth and Fraser moaned back. Then the Mountie reached
down to undo the cops trousers and Ray closed his eyes. � // Yes. Now.
Please. Common Fraser, hurry! // � PLIP. PLIP. PLIP. PLIP. PLIP. � Fraser
sat upright.  � "What are you *doing*, Fraser?" � "The radar, Ray." � Ray
watched baffled as Fraser turned his back on him and switched the auto
pilot off. � "Fraser, that's pretty impolite, you know." � "I'm terribly
sorry, Ray, but I think we might be rescued shortly." � Ray sat up and
moved behind Fraser. � "What do you mean 'rescued'? You said we're lost!"
� Cracking his neck Fraser cleared his throat. � "Well Ray, it seems that
I was mistaken." � The cop sighed. Fraser was mistaken. Wow. � "Okay,
Fraser. Fine. But I still have this little problem inside my pants." �
"Oh. Well. I think it would be better to... postpone it to later." �
"Later? You mean... you mean there'll be a later?" � Fraser turned his
head and gave Ray a short kiss.  � "Of course, Ray." � The cop tried to
ignore the warm feeling that was spreading through his whole body and
simply nodded. � "Cool." � Fraser turned back to the control panel. � "You
hurt him and I'll hunt you to the ends of the earth." � // Huh?! // �
"What did you say, Fraser?" � "I didn't say anything, Ray. Is something
wrong?" � // Not so sure... // � "No. No. Everything's all right." �
"Good. Prepare to surface." � "Whatever you say, Fraser. Whatever you
say." � Ray smiled and gave the Mountie's neck a final lick. He really was
looking forward to 'later'. � � THE END