This is a PWP featuring the characters Benton Fraser and Ray Kowalski
from the television series Due South. No spoilers I can think
of, but it does assume an existing sexual relationship between them.
No redeeming social value either, just good clean smut. This isn't exactly
a response to the masturbation challenge but I suppose it *could* count
if you stretch the definition a little. . .
Rated NC-17 for graphic sexuality (M/M). If
you're considered a minor in your community please do not read this .
If you're narrow-minded, easily offended, or have something against Chicago
Flatfoots with Experimental Hair, you may want to take a pass as well.
Characters property of Alliance, yadda, yadda, yadda. Everything else
is my own smutty intellectual property.
Thanks to Judi H. for a truly inspirational picture, and to Betty and
Audra for Beta.
c. 1999, Kellie Matthews
Ray yelled, waving the file he'd snagged off the other man's desk. "I
got the Morelli file."
Huey waved distractedly back, returning to his phone call as Ray headed
for his desk, with Fraser right behind him. He'd just sat down when
know, Ray, that's generally considered to be rather rude."
looked up, wondering what Fraser was chiding him about this time. "What
things without asking, not to mention interrupting his conversation."
Ray rolled his eyes.
"Yes, Mom." The Mountie had been kind of pissy for days now
and it was starting to wear. Well, as pissy as he ever got. Which translated
to excessively fussy. Which really got on Ray's nerves.
only takes a moment to be considerate," Ben said earnestly.
Ray grumbled, wondering why people always said 'not to mention' and then
turned around and mentioned it. Whatever 'it' was.
sighed faintly. Ray felt a flush in his face, and scowled. The Mountie
was the only person who could make him feel like a naughty eight-year-old.
Okay, almost the only person, besides his mom, his dad, and Stella.
Jesus. What the hell did that mean?
fine," he muttered. "I'm sorry. I'll apologize to Huey tomorrow,
looked pleased, and nodded. Ray settled back in his chair and propped
his feet on the desk, then caught Fraser's frown and quickly shifted
them off again. It was getting to where he couldn't even be comfortable
at his own desk. This was not good, not right. But there wasn't anything
he could do about it. Somehow he didn't think complaining about Fraser
telling him he was uncouth was going to carry much weight.
wondered if Fraser ever did anything that could be considered even slightly
rude. He couldn't think of a single incident. Not even in bed. Well,
except maybe that time at the Consulate when he'd made that comment about
using the can, or rather, 'taking the opportunity to urinate' but even
that hadn't really been rude, just . . . blunt. That realization irked
him. It challenged him. And Ray never could resist a challenge.
He flipped through the
file he held, not seeing it, mostly thinking. How the hell was he going
to get Benton Fraser, Mr. Perfect Mountie, to do something rude? What
sorts of rude things were there that were pretty hard not to do? Well,
there was always. . . what had Fraser called it. . . oh yeah, flatulence.
Except from what he could tell, Fraser had a cast-iron stomach and could
eat pretty much anything without effect. Even the chili his mom had
made from her Arizona recipe. So that was out. Damn. He'd have to
work on it. There had to be something.
He jumped, startled,
and looked up. "Hunh?"
holding the file upside down."
looked down. Fraser was right. Somehow he managed to keep his face solemn.
"Yeah, it's a new technique. Learned it at a symposium. Subconscious
lips twitched. Ray felt his own mouth curve a little in response.
"That's a very interesting
method," Fraser said smoothly. "Perhaps you could give me
instruction on it some time, in a spirit of, ah. . ." his voice
lowered slightly, roughened, ". . . interdepartmental cooperation,
as it were."
cooperation? Now why did that sound so damned suggestive all the sudden?
Oh yeah, Ray thought, he could use a little of that himself. He looked
up at Fraser and winked. "Sure thing, Frase. I'll just interdepartmentally
cooperate my ass off. Anytime. Anyplace. You name it, I'm there."
Color flooded Fraser's
face and his hand lifted, tugging at the stiff collar of his tunic as
he cracked his neck sharply. Ray grinned. Gotcha. He glanced at his
watch. Forty-six minutes past quitting time. He was aghast. How had
it gotten so late without him noticing? What the hell were they still
doing in the bullpen on their first free night in a week? He shot to
his feet, rubbing his neck.
time to head for home, Fraser. Want a ride?"
would be very kind . . ." Fraser began.
Ray cut him off. "What'cha standing around for then? Let's go."
Ray headed for the doors,
reached out to open one a fraction of a second behind Fraser's identical
gesture, and managed to smack his hand into the opening door, not hard
enough to really hurt, but enough to sting. "Ow! Watch it there,
terribly sorry, Ray. If you'll let me . . ."
a look of concern, he took Ray's hand, lifted it, examining his fingers.
Ray was instantly distracted by the feeling of Fraser's hand against
his own. For a moment his touch was firm and impersonal, but then his
thumb stroked across Ray's palm as he turned the injury toward the light
to examine it more closely. The caress went straight to Ray's groin,
and he had to suppress a shiver. Disconcerted, he snatched his hand
back, looking around to see if anyone had noticed. Fortunately no one
seemed to have, and his jacket was long enough to hide his sudden erection.
"It's fine, it's
nothin'," he muttered, pushing on through the door, in the lead
the car, he pulled out his keys to unlock the passenger door and promptly
dropped them. He leaned over to pick them up and smacked his head into
Fraser's as the other man bent to retrieve them too. The hat fell off,
and Ray managed to catch it before it hit the ground. They both straightened,
Ray holding the hat in one hand, rubbing his head with the other. Ben
held his keys, and his hair was sticking up all funny from the way the
hat had come off. Ray grinned.
the experimental hair to me, Fraser. It doesn't suit you," he said,
reaching over to smooth down the errant strands. A tingle started in
his fingertips, suffused his palm, traveled up his arm and in short order
seemed to be spreading over his entire body. He started to lean forward,
to seal his mouth over those luscious lips . . . not in the parking lot,
idiot. Not in the damned parking lot. Quickly he removed his hand from
the soft, dark waves of Fraser's hair and snatched his keys from Fraser's
hand, thrusting the Stetson at his partner.
I saved The Hat, sacredness intact an' all."
smile, a real smile, curved Fraser's mouth as he accepted the hat back.
"Thank you kindly, Ray."
tingle turned into spring thaw, and Ray forced himself to look away.
"No problem." He turned and unlocked the door with fingers
that shook a little, then opened the door, smacking himself in the knee
as he did. He winced, but managed not to yelp. Diefenbaker jumped into
the car and squeezed between the seats into the back.
you all right, Ray?"
yeah, I'm fine, Frase. Just, um, just. . . hungry."
was a moment of silence, then Fraser spoke, a definite smile in his voice.
"As am I Ray. Very hungry. In fact, I feel as if I haven't eaten
in days. I could, as the saying goes, eat a horse."
almost laughed out loud. Hey, that was verging on rude right there.
Now there was something he hadn't tried. Could he get Mr. Straightlaced
to talk dirty? Ray grinned. "So, wanna come back to my place for
. . . dinner?"
Ray. I'd like that very much," Fraser said without hesitation,
his voice low, husky.
in the car, Mountie," Ray ordered, just as huskily.
Fraser said, obediently sliding into the seat.
grinned as he closed the door. Maybe they ought to abstain for a week
more often, if it affected Fraser like this. Heck, maybe that was why
he'd been so snarky lately. Apparently even SuperMountie was prey to
sexual frustration. Wonders never ceased.
* * *
"Oh God, Ben!"
Ray moaned, writhing under the determined assault of that butter-wouldn't-melt-in-it
mouth. Wet, sleek tongue traveled around the edge of his ear, descended
to suck at the lobe. Really, the man had an unnatural fixation with
his ears, but he could do the most amazing things to them. Before he
met Fraser, he would never have believed he could get this aroused just
from having his ears licked and sucked.
Fraser breathed into his ear, soft, warm, low. "I want you."
Ray shivered, and
almost gave in. Then he remembered. He was still on a quest. "What
do you want, Ben?"
was a pause. That response apparently wasn't in the script. Still,
Fraser was good at improvisation. "I want to make love with you."
Another pause. "I
want to . . . ah . . . take you in my mouth."
what part of me in your mouth?"
. . . your . . ."
Ben? Is that what you want? You want to suck my cock?"
moaned, buried his face against Ray's shoulder, and nodded.
was torn between laughter and arousal. "Tell me."
want to . . ."
want to suck my cock."
again. Finally, "Ray, I can't . . ."
can. Tell me. It turns me on. I want to hear you say it."
Pause. "It excites
pause. After a moment Ben's hand slid down Ray's chest to cup the hard
thrust of his penis as his head lifted from the curve of his shoulder,
lips brushing Ray's ear again, tongue stealing out to flicker wetly against
the convolutions as he drew in a breath, then spoke. "Ray, I want
to suck your cock," he whispered, sultry, and low.
that warm, broad hand his penis jerked with reaction. He sensed that
Ben was processing his reaction, felt that tongue slide over his ear
again, then in that same sultry whisper he was talking.
want to feel you in my mouth, thick, and hard, skin like hot silk. I
want to smell you. I want to taste you."
Ray had to bite his tongue, hard, to keep from coming right then, even
though Ben had yet to even really stroke him. Script now rewritten.
How far would he take it? He was about to speak when Ben's mouth moved
from his ear, came down over his. Not kissing. Talking. Against his
to feel your mouth on me, on my cock."
thought he might faint. That mouth, saying those things. The hell with
rude. He didn't care, just wanted more of this. He wondered dizzily
if anyone ever got off just from being talked to. Ben's hand abandoned
Ray's cock, found one of his hands, curved around it, moved it down to
his groin, urging his fingers around his own penis.
want to watch you."
That wasn't in Ray's script. He opened his eyes, looked into Ben's eyes,
the pupils so dilated there was only a faint ring of smoky blue around
them. His lips were parted, his breathing quick, almost panting.
"You wanna watch
hand urged his into a long, slow stroke, dark lashes shuttering suddenly-shy
eyes. "I want to watch you touch yourself. . . pleasure yourself."
His voice was a whisper again, no longer sultry, longing.
Fraser had jerk-off fantasies? Who knew? Ray felt his mouth curving
in a grin. "Yeah?" He took the initiative, starting a leisurely
rhythm. "Like this?"
could almost feel Ben's gaze on him, felt the tremor in the hand that
still covered his. "Yes. Almost."
would make it better?"
closed his eyes. "If you . . . knelt. So I could. . ." A
blush darkened that snow-pale skin.
could think of a lot of things he 'could,' and not one of them sounded
bad to him. He let go of himself and rolled to his knees on the rumpled
bed, sitting back on his haunches, thighs spread wide to improve the
view. He wrapped his fingers around his cock again, teased himself with
half-strokes and a thumb across the head.
gaze fixed avidly on his hand, on his dick, tongue flickering across
his lower lip, then curling upward to swipe across upper. Very nice.
Made Ray think of that tongue on his cock, like it always did. Made
him think about those so-sweet lips on him, the wet heat of that mouth
surrounding him. He stroked a little faster, wishing he could do both--
touch himself for Ben, and have that mouth on him too. Oh wait. . .
maybe he could.
still wanna taste?" he asked, a little shocked at the ragged sound
of his own voice.
shivered visibly. "Yes."
for it," Ray said, sliding his hand down to the base, leaving room.
Ben licked his lips again,
considered the situation. He reached behind Ray to grab a pillow which
he bunched between Ray's thighs, then he was on his back there, head
and shoulders raised by the pillow, head tilted back, mouth open, looking
like something out of a porn flick, insanely erotic. How the hell was
this supposed to work, though? He'd expected Ben on his front, not his
back, and actively participating, not just lying there. Like this he'd
have to . . . oh. Oooh. Like that? Really?
shifted forward a little, used a little pressure to angle himself down,
felt good actually. Ben tilted his head back a little more, and then
he was there, the ultra-sensitive crown of his cock grazing that flat,
wet tongue, which curled upward to lick him in a way that made him shudder.
Oh yeah. Yeah this would work. Good thing he was pretty long or it
wouldn't. He stroked again. Again. Ben's eyes were open, watching
him from just inches away, mouth and tongue working him on every downstroke.
Ben shifted a little, lifting a hand over his head, cupping Ray's balls,
playing with them. Ray moaned, closing his eyes, pumping himself harder,
his hand tight around his cock, forgetting to angle down. He gasped
at the touch of hot, wet tongue on his balls, at fingers sliding back
between his cheeks to tease him there. He moaned, fisting fast now,
so close . . . so close. . .
. . ." husky, throaty voice, vibrating maddeningly against aroused
flesh. "I want you to come in my m . . ."
animalistic groan tore from his throat as he lost it then, the feel of
Ben's voice and the shock of that request sending him over the edge.
He heard himself whimpering as the liquid pleasure rose through him and
escaped in thick streams, and he tried to do what Ben had asked, but
he missed with at least half of it. Geez, he could tell it had been
a week since he'd come, from the amount of it on Ben's face. Chin.
Lips. Tongue. Cheek. The damned stuff was everywhere. Still panting
a little, he sheepishly grabbed the corner of a sheet and went to wipe
away the ropy strings of come, only to have Ben grab his wrist in one
hand, preventing it. He licked his lips, curling his tongue to cup the
thick whiteness, then lifting to scrape against his teeth, as if testing
the texture as well as the taste. Then he swallowed.
. . ." he said, the word raw and dark. "I need to fuck you,"
he finished, then reached up to haul Ray down into a kiss that was slippery
and salt-bitter and thick and just as shockingly seductive as the word
he'd never thought to hear Fraser use. Definitely rewrote the script
back, licking, bathing Ben's face with his tongue. It was his mess,
after all, he might as well clean it up. At that Ben growled against
him, pushing him away, rolling him onto his belly with a wrestler's practiced
flip, kneeing his thighs apart and pinning him there with his hips against
his ass and a hand on his neck. He heard the phone hit the floor with
a rattling clang and knew Ben was scrabbling one-handed for the lubricant
on the nightstand. He grinned into the sheets and shifted his thighs
further apart just as a drizzle of cool wetness slid into the valley
between his buttocks, followed a moment later by thick fingers massaging
across the small opening there, then they were penetrating him almost
roughly, working that cool slick stuff up inside him.
groaned, half in discomfort from the abrupt insertion, half in pleasure
as those fingers stroked up inside him, locating that place that felt
so damned good. God, so good. He rocked back onto that incursion, taking
them deeper, feeling them slide more easily into him as he relaxed and
accepted them. Stroke, stretch, twist, stroke. He moaned, jerking involuntarily
in response, then he managed to get his knees up under him and pushed
up onto all fours, offering himself blatantly.
again, and the fingers were gone. A hand gripped his hip, hard, holding
him still, and the broad, blunt shaft was against him. He pushed back,
welcoming the intrusion, and a dual groan split the silence as Ben breached
him, forging past the tight ring of muscle at the entrance and sliding
deep in a single harsh thrust. Hands on both hips now, giving more power
to each thrust, nothing gentle about this time, just heat, and hardness
and need. Amazingly, he was getting hard again as the constant stimulation
revived his erection. Everything just felt so good, the spreading heat
building, the tautness, the need growing with each stroke inside him,
against that pleasure-point there.
Ben groaned, shoving deep, like he was trying to climb all the way inside
him, and his body was shaking, and there was more heat flooding up into
him. Yeah. Oh yeah. He loved that feeling, the sweet power of knowing
he could make Ben lose his mind with pleasure. Ben sagged against him,
breathing so hard and fast it was almost sobs. Ray let his weight press
both of them down, sandwiched between Mountie and mattress, happily so,
his erection fading a little.
were lips against the back of his neck then, soft, and gentle, stark
contrast to the hard, harsh fucking of moments earlier. Lips that moved
up his neck to his ear, licking as Ben carefully withdrew from him, one
hand stroking his buttocks possessively, almost like he was saying "These
are mine." Which they were. Ray had never let anyone else do the
things to him that he let Ben do. Couldn't imagine ever letting anyone
but Ben do them.
suddenly that warm weight was gone, and Ben was twisting around and slipping
a hand under his hip to push him over onto his back. A hand cupped his
half-hard cock, lifting it, and warm lips closed around it, sucking,
tongue stroking. He sighed, languid, un-urgent pleasure permeating him.
He reached down and caressed the thick sable waves of Ben's hair, slid
his fingers down his cheek to his mouth, feeling the way his lips stretched
around his hardening cock, the flex of jaw muscles as he opened his mouth
wider to accommodate him. Nice. He made a little purring sound to let
Ben know he appreciated it, even if he probably wouldn't come.
echoed the sound, in his throat, his lips. Ray arched as the vibration
aroused him even more. Then a hand was sliding under his butt, fingers
working between his cheeks and sliding easily up into him again, curling
forward to stroke his prostate. Ray gasped, shuddering a little at the
combined stimulus. Okay, maybe he was wrong about not coming. Fingers,
mouth, wow. . .
The question was hummed
around him. He moaned. He had to do that to Fraser one of these times.
What was he. . . oh, yeah. "I love you."
felt the smile, and Ben looked up at him, meeting his eyes. Without
releasing him from his mouth, he said something, totally unintelligible,
of course, but understandable just the same. Ray's eyes squeezed closed
and his head tipped back as stars exploded behind his eyelids and a slow,
enervated orgasm pulsed through him. Fraser finally released him, and
slid up alongside him, pulling him close. They lay that way for some
time, quiet, content. Ray let the memories of the last few minutes play
out, still amazed by pretty much all of it, then suddenly he grinned.
"It's not nice to
talk with your mouth full."
was a moment of silence, then he felt as well as heard the laughter rumble
up from somewhere very deep inside his partner, and that mouth was on
his, and definitely not talking.
* * Finis * *
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