Disclaimer under duress: Due South belongs to Alliance, not me. I freely acknowledge that. I also freely play with their characters, namely Benton Fraser, Ray Kawolski and Diefenbaker the Wonder Wolf whenever I get a chance.
I deny any knowledge of writing this. Pod Meghan wrote it...blame her. Alliance made me do it...blame them too. However, feedback is the ambrosia of the writer's soul, and I will see that all comments are passed on post haste to the Pod Person who is using my name.
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"Oh gross! What is that dog doing, Fraser!" Ray turned and paced down the alley, then back to where they'd been gathering evidence, in long, frantic strides. Then he looked at Dief, looked at Fraser, made a face like he'd just tasted sour milk and shook his head.
Fraser gave Dief 'the look' and shook his head also. "It would appear that he is expressing the sexual frustration from which I believe he has suffered of late. However, that is no excuse," he directed that last at the wolf. "Kindly refrain yourself from such displays in public, Diefenbaker."
"That was rude, crude and socially unacceptable behavior," Ray chastised. Dief just gave him a baleful look, as if to say, "You, of all people, should understand," then whined and walked off to wait for his people by the car.
"I believe he's in another snitt now," Fraser sighed, but made no attempt to follow Dief.
"Too bad, so sad," Ray muttered and reached down to pick up the cigarette butts they were about to bag and take in for evidence. "Walking around with a hard-on, that I can understand…even drooling when a poodle walks by. But humping my leg is *not* acceptable."
"I know that and you know that, Ray…but Dief is, after all, only a wolf. He is much more prone to succumbing to his baser instincts, than say, you or I might be." Fraser droned on in his usual, matter-of-fact, perfectly logical way, but Ray wasn't having any of it.
"Fine…you go get him a playmate from the pound then, cause my leg is off limits!" Ray straightened up, sealed the bag and unpeeled the latex gloves from his hands.
Fraser looked at Ray in that mildly disappointed way that always made Ray feel like a heel. "Is that what you do Ray when you become sexually frustrated? Go pick someone up?"
The way he'd said that made Ray almost turn red, but not quite. Instead, he decided he'd give Fraser back some of his own medicine. If Fraser wanted to make him feel like a chump, he could made Fraser feel embarrassment he'd only dreamed of.
"No, Frase…when I get horny, I take matters in hand," Ray said nonchalantly. "It's easy, see."
After a quick glance to make sure they were still alone in the alley, Ray turned his back to the street and his front to Fraser and unzipped. Working around underwear? Not an issue with Ray Kowalski. It had been commando all the way for him since college. Cut down plenty on the laundry, too.
Fraser had gone back to labeling the bag of evidence, but looked up at the harsh rasp of a zipper unzipping. Ray was gratified to see the look on his partner's face. That was all he'd wanted. Make Fraser speechless for just once. He was about to put things away and refasten his jeans when he noticed the change.
Fraser's look of horror had shifted into what Ray could only call one of unmitigated lust. He knew, cause he'd worn that look himself at times. Often when looking at Fraser when his partner wasn't noticing. Ray stood there with his cock, which was now becoming increasingly hard, in his hand while Fraser ogled him, licking his lips and tugging his ear.
"Oh dear."
"That all you got to say Frase?" Ray asked, wondering why he was still standing there with a handful of sausage. What was possessing him? No, instead of laughing at his joke and tucking little Ray back in, something made him take a step closer to the Mountie and wave his cock enticingly at the gaping man. He couldn't move it much, however, since said cock was quite hard by now.
Now Fraser was doing the fingertips across the eyebrow thing, licked his lips again and stuttered out, "Well…Ray...I…well, it's very impressive. Is that what you wanted me to say?"
Fraser apparently couldn't take his eyes off of Ray's cock. Ray watched him closely and noticed his hand twitching down by his side. He wanted to touch it…Ray just knew it. All of a sudden, all the fantasies, all the late nights spent on the couch spanking his monkey to thoughts of him and Fraser... Wow, who'd a thought?
Of its own volition, Ray's hand began massaging his cock in long, slow movements, starting at the base, gathering the loose skin, then pulling it taunt when he got to the head. He glanced down and saw that a pearl of liquid had seeped out so he massaged it across the tip with his thumb. This was almost too much. Fraser watching him jack off out here in broad daylight. But nothing in the world could have stopped Ray at this moment.
Fraser seemed transfixed, unable to move or speak, so Ray stepped a little closer until he was almost in Fraser's personal space. He could smell the Mountie's fresh breath and see his dilated pupils, now almost black in his arousal.
"This is what I do when I get sexually frustrated Fraser. This is what I do when I think of you."
Fraser's eyes widened slightly, but he didn't protest when Ray leaned in, closing the last bit of space between them, and kissed him with a full open mouth. When Ray pulled away, he was greeted by the delicious sight of Fraser's face glowing with desire.
Ray closed his eyes and pumped into his hand faster, tightening the grip around his cock. He was somewhat surprised when he came after only a dozen or so strokes. Ray heard the silence of the alley broken by a guttural, animal-like moan and realized it was himself lost in the throes of his own fantasy once again. But, this time when he opened his eyes, the object of his desire was actually still there, right in front of him.
And offering him a snow-white handkerchief.
"It seems you are in need of this, Ray," Fraser said, and as reality closed over him like a bucket of ice, Ray was afraid he had ruined everything with his display. But Fraser's next words made him sigh with relief and relax a bit as he cleaned himself up with the proffered hanky.
"And perhaps we can go back to your apartment for the afternoon. It seems Dief is not the only one who wants to hump you leg."
The End
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