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.
And yet another Volpe/Universe story. Companion piece to LaT's Rival that may be found on the Volpe Universe page. See my Due South Fiction page for the url. NC17 most definitely..some language, some sex of the oral variety.
****************************************************************** "And you...probably have some thinking to do..."
Ray almost laughed out loud. Well, not really a laugh. Snorted in a derisive tone more like it. Yeah, he had thinking to do. Like what in hell he *had* been thinking when he told Fraser about him and Volpe.
He knew he should be thinking alright, but for some reason all rational thought had flown out the door when he'd kissed Fraser tonight...and Fraser had kissed Ray back. Son of a bitch.
Oh yeah, Ray had done it initially for shock effect, but that changed somewhere between the time he'd actually touched his lips to Fraser's and Fraser had allowed his tongue to relandscape his mouth.
By the time the kiss had ended, Ray was wondering why in the hell he'd never done that before. Why had he turned to someone like Volpe, deliciously wicked and the best ass he'd ever had, though he was? He was certain Fraser would not be able to hold a candle to Andre in the technique department. After all, he was Mr. Straight and Narrow Mountie. Well, maybe not so narrow *or* straight after all. Frankly, it had never occurred to Ray to pursue *that* particular avenue. Maybe if he had, he wouldn't have gone to the bar that night and found Andre...wouldn't have met the man in an alley in broad daylight...and most certainly wouldn't be hold up in the Canadian Consulate seeking asylum for a crime he just may well have committed.
Heavy sigh and pounding of pillow. Another toss around the bed and Ray finally settled, once more, on his back. Right where he'd started. The thin sheet covered his naked torso, scraping lightly across those parts which protruded a little more than others. The sheet followed the way of the rest of the covers, floating languidly down to the foot of the bed. After having all that frigging wool on earlier, he didn't want *anything* touching him tonight. Well, almost anything. If Fraser walked into his room right this second...yeah, right now...
As if on cue, a soft scratching sound come from the vicinity of his highly polished door. Ray knew who it was as surely as he knew his own name. Bouncing up out of the bed, he pulled the sheet off the floor and wrapped it around his waist before opening the door.
"I was hoping you'd come," Ray breathed the words out with the exhale of breath he'd been holding.
"How could I have stayed away?" Ray knew he didn't really need to answer that.
Fraser entered the room and Ray saw that he'd changed into RCMP issue sweats. His feet were clad only in blindingly white tube socks. Ray had never seen him so casual, so...revealed. The sweats were a perfect foil for his solid form, outlining broad shoulders and firm legs like nothing else could. Like Volpe...but not. Hardly any comparison really. Except Ray now found himself wanting to do the same things to Fraser as he had the dark, mysterious man who could hardly even be called lover.
Ray turned quickly toward the bed and sat on the edge. That way the bunched up sheet would hide the physical evidence of this thoughts. Fraser looked at the spot next to Ray.
"May I?"
"Sure..." Ray slipped down the side to give him more room. Wouldn't do for Fraser to think he was crowded in. If Fraser were to try to leave right this second, Ray would probably tackle him to the floor.
"I felt I needed to continue our discussion...if for no other reason than to reassure you that no matter what you've done...or do, I will not change the way I feel about you. I meant what I said earlier. You are my partner...and my friend."
Ray blinked once...twice. Total acceptance? He doubted he'd ever had it in his whole life. And here it was being literally dropped in his lap. As reluctant as his mind was to check in earlier, it scattered a million thoughts out at once now, like so many dice. Was there still a chance? Perhaps telling Fraser about Volpe *had* been the right thing to do...the litany went on and on until Ray had to raise his hands to his head to stop the cacophony.
"Fraser...what I did earlier...in the conference room..." he paused, still trying to make sense of the myriad of half-thoughts scurrying around in his head.
"When you kissed me?" Fraser prompted. He was such a good helpful Mountie.
"Yeah...the kiss. I want you to know, it was...well better than I thought it would be." Holy fucking shit! That wasn't what he'd meant to say. How the hell was Fraser going to take that? Certainly not as the left-handed compliment he'd meant it to be.
"Am I to understand that you expected less...enthusiasm on my part?" Leave it to Frase to give him an out.
"Well, yeah...what else would I mean? It's like...well, you got into it as much as me. I could tell. And I just didn't think you went that way." Ray wished he could just stop talking and do what he really wanted.
"Perhaps I should put that perception to rest once and for all, Ray."
Fraser reached out and fisted a portion of the sheet which lay loosely across Ray's lap and tugged gently, while at the same time leaning over to touch his lips to the corner of Ray's mouth, which now hung open uselessly. The touch was like a butterfly Ray once let land on his finger, almost tickling and yet soft and sweet.
The cool air on his bare skin made Ray look down to see Fraser's hand skirting the edges of this bare thigh, brushing the light dusting of hair across the top of his legs until Ray had goosebumps. When Ray looked back up again, Fraser took the opportunity to capture his mouth in a very different kind of kiss.
This one was not so soft...or gentle. It was a seeking kind of kiss and whatever it was Fraser was looking for, he was sure to find it the way he was exploring Ray's mouth. Ray answered the summons and worked his lips over Fraser's with more pressure than he meant to, but Fraser took the punishment and gave back in equal measure.
It turned hard, desperate, frantic as the two mean held each other tightly and sucked the very breath from each other's bodies. A duel of which both would come out winners.
Fraser pressed Ray back on the bed and Ray let him take control. He seemed to need this and Ray was more than happy to let Fraser's fingers play across his skin, more expertly than he could have thought. Ray caught his breath with a sharp sucking sound when Fraser began grazing across his stomach and chest with neatly manicured nails. Then groaned helplessly into his mouth when Fraser's hand now dipped lower to scrape through the soft pelt of light brown hair surrounding Ray's more than turgid cock.
It was Fraser who broke the kiss first, but only enough to move his lips seductively against Ray's. "Let me be the one, Ray," he said, the imploring tone unmistakable. It only made Ray harder. "You don't need the others..."
"Oh god," Ray said, with the words coming out more a plea than an exclamation. This was like wishing for the one thing you wanted most in the world and having it granted immediately, without question, without strings attached. Ray bucked up into Fraser's hand and Fraser read his answer in Ray's stormy eyes and smiled.
Fraser lowered his head once more as he laid his body over Ray's, making Ray realize Fraser still had his clothes on. Although he didn't break the kiss, he did pluck hard at the soft cotton material. Fraser just chuckled against Ray's mouth.
"Not yet..." and Fraser proceeded to slide down Ray's wiry form until his mouth hovered just over the glistening head of his cock. The softness of Fraser's breath sent a cool breeze floating across the surface and Ray shivered.
"Here...let me warm you up." Fraser took Ray in his mouth in one fell swoop. Ray could feel Fraser's tongue somehow wrapping around him while still managing to keep the entire length engulfed in wet heat that only increased the feeling of molten lava running through his veins.
Ray wound long, slender fingers though dark hair and couldn't help squeezing slightly when Fraser raised up, letting the silken hardness glide almost totally out before descending once more down to the base. Ray's hips had a life of their own as they raised off the bed just enough so as not to choke his lover. And yes, that word somehow *did* fit Fraser as it never had Volpe.
He'd been such a dope.
"God Frase...Ben...how did you..." and his words were cut off as he was forced to continue his efforts at communication in the form of grunts and moans which grew louder with each second Fraser sucked his cock.
Ray was actually pretty proud of himself for not coming in the first three seconds after Fraser place his mouth down there, but soon realized he'd have to give it up soon when Fraser's hands began freely wandering while still managing to keep his mouth firmly planted around its prize.
Clever fingers played with his nipples before dancing around and grazing the sensitive skin of his sides and waist. Then they were back to work, cupping Ray's balls which were already drawing tight and small in anticipation for his climax.
Fraser must have sensed his closeness, for the Mountie worked his partner harder, drawing his lips tightly over teeth while he increased the pressure and suction. Ray felt like Fraser was silently begging him to fill his mouth with hot cum.
Who was he to deny his partner? He obliged, hips now bucking wildly and hands clenched in Fraser's hair. His cries filled the corridors of the consulate and his heart felt like it would explode out of his chest.
When he could breath, when his heart slowed to a non-lethal pulse and the cramps in his fingers told him he was still gripping tightly, Ray opened his eyes and groaned again.
For his fingers had a death grip only on the sheet and his semen lay in a warm glob on his flat belly instead of the intended destination. It was his own hand now wrapped loosely around him...not the wet heat of Fraser's mouth. A light sheen of perspiration covered his hot body and Ray released the sheet and raised his hand to rake through his hair and down over his face.
"Fuck."
Ray lay totally still and willed his subconscious mind to return all control back over to his brain. The pounding of his heart was back to normal and the blood no longer pulsed loudly in his ears. But, he realized, there was another sound coming from somewhere in the halls of the consulate. Something was different and he strained to make out its origin.
Soon Ray realized the sound he heard was running water rushing through the pipes of the old building. It was a gurgling, soothing sound and his eyes finally drifted shut to images and thoughts of he and Fraser and how this all would end.
The End
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