Series/Sequel: Stands way out there alone
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Spoilers: Eclipse, Asylum
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Summary: There's no real plot here. Just an excuse to get some sex out of my head and up onto my computer.
Note: This is for Amy B, who keeps me levelheaded and focused. She's been waiting a long time for this story - here you go babe!! She also has a new website! Check out http://members.tripod.com/Joy_HS. Thanks to Amy and Orithain for fine beta and continuous support. If you don't know what Smarties are, they're kind of like M&M's but better.
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Rouge by Nicole S.
(9/99)
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Ray Kowalski arrived at the Canadian Consulate on time. He was about to ring the doorbell, but hesitated. He adjusted the sunglasses perched on his nose and just stood there for a minute. Fraser had called him and asked him to come over; he wanted to show him a new piece that they had added to the collection of art in the Queen's Bedroom.
Now that was typical Fraser, always trying to show him things that seemed exciting but were really boring. But today, today Ray could hear something in Fraser's voice, something that sounded excited, but not too excited and nervous but not too nervous. Kind of like what Ray felt like when he got around turtles. Kind of like what he was feeling right now.
Ray's nervousness and hesitation were compounded by the fact that he had been having dreams about Fraser lately. Dreams that disturbed him as well as...aroused him. Kind of like putting Smarties in your coffee, it sounds really strange, but then you try it and it feels so right.
He felt something for the Mountie; he knew that much. He got an excited feeling in the pit of his stomach when he thought of him and liked being around him liked his company. Even if he did drive him batty sometimes with his incessant rightness, his perfectness, his ability to give him a hard-on just by looking at him.
Oh yeah, Fraser made him hard all right. Why the hell else did he wear those baggy jeans? Fraser always did these little things that drove him mad. Such as taking his uniform off to get files out of his pants. Ray swore his eyes were going to bug right out of his head when Fraser started disrobing right in front of him. And the look on his face...half way between "fuck me" and "let me fuck you." Ray shifted his stance, his balls adjusting to a more comfortable position. Oh yeah, that was good. Too bad Turnbull was standing right there, because if he hadn't been, Ray might have just brushed the Ice Queen's desk off with his arm and thrown Fraser onto it and....and...
He wanted to tell him, wanted him to know how he felt, but Ray Vecch ...Kow...Kowalski didn't let his feelings out that easily. How did you tell your partner, a man, that you...liked him? That you found him attractive? That you had a dream where you two went grocery shopping, of all things, but spent the whole time making out with each other?
He wanted to say, "Fraser, I think I'm in love with you. When I'm around you, I'm happy. When I'm not around you, I'm not happy. You're like a part of me. Without you I'm incomplete." Even through all of Fraser's...uniqueness, all of his...weird...special habits, Ray knew that if he had to go without being around Fraser for more than one day, he would be cranky and miserable.
Thing was, he had to find his moment, he had to find that right time to tell him how he felt. But how? The Mountie's disposition was fragile if anything. Ray didn't want to shock him to death.
So he stood there in front of the door, still hesitating to go inside. A shiver ran through him, and he shook his head; this was dumb. Fraser just had some silly thing to show him; he'd look at it, comment on it, then they'd sit down and watch some weird sport on TV. Maybe Turnbull had some more strange Canadian food to feed them. Last time he had been here, it had been something called poutine - fries with gravy and cheese curds - sounded gross, but it tasted good.
He raised his hand to press the doorbell, but the door flew open, revealing Fraser dressed in his uniform. // Like he'd be wearing something else? Although when he wears those tight jeans of his and leather jacket, it makes me want to bend him over the first horizontal surface and...//
"Ray. I thought I heard someone out here." The Mountie smiled at him warmly.
Ray's heart skipped a beat as he returned the smile with a grin. "Uh, yeah, how's it goin', Frase?" Ray walked past him and into the Consulate's foyer, took off his shades and carefully put them into a pocket of his jacket.
"It's going well. Yourself?"
Ray raised his eyebrows and nodded. "Yeah, fine."
Fraser smiled at him and turned, ushering his guest inside. Ray could hear what sounded like a football game from the room to the side. He peeked in and saw Turnbull dressed in his red serge with a yellow and black football jersey over it. He was also holding a stuffed tiger.
"Uh, Turnbull, what the hell are you doing?"
Turnbull didn't answer him, but Fraser did. "He's watching football. The Edmonton Eskimos are playing the Hamilton Tiger Cats."
"Uh-huh. It's only July, Fraser. Football hasn't started yet. And those aren't real teams."
"This is Canadian football, Ray, which has been around for almost one hundred years. It has a rich history and uniqueness all its own."
"Yeah? What, do they play in showshoes or something?"
"Summers are quite warm in Hamilton. As a matter of fact, the winters are warm as well compared to the rest of Canada. No, I wouldn't see any need for snowshoes. Edmonton however, is another story."
Ray licked his lower lip and went into the room and stole a look at the television. That was football all right. He didn't recognize any of the teams, mind you, but it was football nonetheless. The field looked *way* too wide, however.
"What's with the stuffed animal?" Ray asked Fraser as if Turnbull wasn't there.
"That's the mascot to the Hamilton Tiger-Cats." Fraser leaned closer. "Turnbull is a rabid fan."
"I can see that. Why is that guy kicking the ball? It's only the third down, that's not right."
"It is in our league."
Ray shook his head, "You Canadians gotta do everything different, dontcha?"
A balding man in a bowler hat appeared on the television screen. Turnbull suddenly jumped up from his seat and yelled, "OSKEE WEE WEE."
Ray's eyes widened and he turned to Fraser, who gave his fellow constable a look himself. "Perhaps we should leave Constable Turnbull alone with his game." He took Ray's elbow and guided him down the hallway toward the stairs.
"What the hell was all that 'wee wee' stuff about?"
"It's a chant, Ray. The fans of his team yell it out at the games as encouragement."
Ray rolled his eyes as he ascended the stairs; the more he learned about Turnbull, the more he found him strangely fascinating.
Finally, they were at the top of the stairs. Fraser produced a key with a flourish and with great ceremony unlocked the door to the Queen's Bedroom. Then he walked inside and stood in front of the fireplace, smile beaming across his face. He motioned with his hand to the mantle and a large rock that sat upon it.
"Here it is, Ray, isn't it magnificent?"
Ray strode over to where Fraser was standing and looked at the object upon the mantle. "You called me over here to see a rock?"
"It's not a rock, it's an amethyst." Carefully, Fraser opened the two halves, revealing the crystals that had grown inside. Purple dark as black and pale as white spiked the interior.
"Pretty cool, I guess." Ray shrugged.
"It came from Thunder Bay, Ontario. There is a large deposit of amethyst nearby which is mined mostly for jewelry. Mining is one of the main industries of Northern Ontario. As a matter of fact, the region has some of the richest deposits of silver, nickel and agate in the world." Fraser's eyes glittered. "If you have a few minutes, I could get a slide presentation together?"
"No thanks, that's quite enough there, Frase. I'll just bask in the amethyst's glory for awhile."
Fraser beamed at him.
Ray stood and stared at the purple crystals some more. He felt like he should do something, like he should say something, that this could be his moment. Instead he remained mute. He was so engrossed in fretting over whether he should say something or not he didn't hear Fraser come to stand beside him.
"Ray. Ray. Ray."
Finally, Ray's eyes snapped up and met the Mountie's. "Yeah, what?"
"Are you all right?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just thinking, you know. I've got stuff on my mind."
Fraser took a deep breath and stood up straighter, his hands folded at ease behind his back. "I've been thinking too, Ray." He went over and closed the door to the room then came back. "You know, we've been together a while, and while we've had our ups and downs, I think we make a pretty good team."
"You got no argument here."
"And as teams go, we're very close. We share a bond that has grown stronger and stronger in the time we've been together. You know, Ray, sometimes I feel as if you're the only one who knows me, the only one who really understands me, and I feel that the only option is to get closer." Fraser started to pace, "And I would like that very much. To get closer, I mean, I don't know how, but I know there is a way, and two people working so closely together and being close together can only....it's good, Ray. And...I....I think..."
Fraser stopped in mid stride and leaned in close to Ray. He put his nose to the detective's chest and inhaled.
Ray stood still and wondered if this was some sort of freaky Canadian friendship ritual or something. His insides were quivering, and his pulse quickened - he knew exactly what Fraser was getting at. // So much for shocking the *fragile* Fraser.// Had Ray acted on his instincts instead of standing there like some dork looking at a stupid rock, *he* would be the one doing the same thing. The babbling, not the sniffing.
"You've been smoking, Ray." Fraser moved his head up to look into the detective's eyes.
Ray pulled back and looked around. "Smoking? I don't smoke."
"I definitely smell tobacco smoke." Fraser took Ray's hands in his and brought his fingers up to his nose. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply.
That action ran right down from Ray's fingers to his groin. He felt himself harden as Fraser's pink tongue snuck out and tasted his fingers for a brief second before it returned to his mouth. Ray nearly gasped.
"Yes. One cigarette. American of course. Winston if I'm not mistaken. You smoked it about an hour ago then washed your hands with Ivory Soap, albeit not very well, to get rid of the smell."
Ray stared at Fraser; he was right. "Well, I...I just had one. You know, nerves. It calms me. But only once in...once in awhile." He was aware that Fraser still held his hand and was running his thumb over the top of it.
"Contrary to popular belief, the use of tobacco increases heart rate and would, therefore, make you more anxious." Fraser moved in closer, invading Ray's personal space.
"I'm a tad anxious now," Ray said nervously. Suddenly, Fraser's lips were on his, and he was kissing him. Ray felt his knees grow weak as the corner of his mouth was nibbled on. He felt his arms reach out and grab the red wool of Fraser's arm, something he'd done a million times, but now it was if he had just felt it for the first time. The fabric was surprisingly smooth yet scratchy at the same time. Then the lips were gone from his, and he remembered to breathe.
"Ray, you taste like an ashtray," Fraser whispered.
Ray was about to say something, but Fraser's mouth was back on his immediately after uttering those words, their lips sliding over each other's. Ray felt Fraser's arms come around him and pull him in close. Ray was sure he was going to pass out from joy, but that didn't happen. The only thing that did happen, however, was that his cock started to throb and his nipples got hard.
Fraser tasted good. Ray had only imagined how the RCMP constable would taste, and now he was indeed savouring his flavour and...and...God, his lips were soft, like little pillows. He opened his mouth and found Fraser doing the same, their tongues coming in contact with each other's. He felt pressure along his back as Fraser dug his hands into his shoulders and moved his knee between his legs then began rubbing it up and down slightly.
Ray felt his jacket being removed and suspected it was being placed on the chair next to them. He started to undo Fraser's tunic but found the buckles and buttons and lanyard too cumbersome. Fraser had it off in a few seconds. They went back to kissing, tongues gaining entrance again to each other's mouth. Fraser let out a moan as Ray began backing them up toward the bed. Ray knew what he wanted, and he had to have it. Damn the torpedoes, full steam ahead! He couldn't back down now; he had to be naked and pressed up against Benton Fraser within minutes, or he'd certainly explode. Well, part of him would explode. Suddenly the sweet mouth left his.
"Ray, we have to leave."
"What? Why?"
This is the Queen's Bedroom. It's inappropriate."
"Thatcher's in Ottawa for the week, right? So what's the problem if we dirty up some sheets?" Ray hesitated for a second. "Unless you don't want to dirty up some sheets, and in that case, maybe we should stop right now, because if I can't continue doing what we're doing, I'm going to be a very unhappy camper."
"Ray, I'd like to continue but not at this particular location. It's the Queen's bed."
"Fraser, has the Queen ever slept here?"
"No."
"Has anyone ever slept in this bed?"
"A few people...dignitaries."
"Has anyone slept in this bed lately?"
"No."
Ray writhed up and down the man still clad in his red long johns, which was odd seeing as though it was July, and whispered in his ear, "Has anyone ever had sex in this bed?"
"Certainly not."
"I think it's being neglected and we should use it. We won't be really sleeping, right? No one's going to know." Ray put his tongue in Fraser's ear and teased the whorls for a minute. "Is it what you want, Fraser?"
Fraser moaned. "Yes."
"Turnbull's taken care of; it's only the second quarter," Ray whispered. "Unless Canadian football has only two quarters, which would mean that it's the second half," he added.
"No, there are four quarters in Canadian football. Quarter means one fourth, Ray..." Fraser's speech was cut off by a loud gasp as Ray bit down on his earlobe.
The seducee had become the seducer. Ray had only had a few lovers in his time. Of course there was Stella, but that was different, that was his wife. Actual lovers were few and far between. One of them had been a man. As soon as Fraser touched him, he remembered how it felt, and he really wanted to feel that again. He ran his hand up to cup Fraser's jaw, stroking his thumb along the smooth skin of his chin.
He saw the thoughts run through Fraser's mind as he weighed the options, the good and the bad fighting for dominance inside the Mountie's brain. Ray ran his hands up under Fraser's suspenders and brought them off his shoulders. He then began to unbutton the bulky longjohns, making sure to run his hands over his chest in the process, deliberately grazing a nipple.
"I...but...it's the Queen...." Fraser's words were cut off by Ray leaning in to kiss his chest and up to his neck.
"She can find her own room." Ray leaned them onto the bed, swiftly and stripped the top part of Fraser's longjohns down to rest at his waist before working on his trousers. He got the fly undone but then had to reach down and remove the tall boots before he could get the rest of his clothing off.
While all this was going on, Fraser had pulled off Ray's shirt and boots and his jeans. Ray was clad only in his boxers as he struggled to remove the remains of Fraser's clothing. Soon they were sitting before each other wearing only their underwear. Ray looked Fraser up and down and blushed; he had wanted him so bad, and now that he had him, he didn't really know what he was going to do with him.
He moved forward slowly and took Fraser's hand in his, stroking it lightly. He then moved in close and slowly put his mouth to those delicious lips again. He leaned them back on the bed and moved on top of the Mountie, feeling the hardness underneath the comically large red underthings that he wore. He began to move his mouth down to Fraser's neck when he was flipped over so he was on his back.
"Ray, with your permission I'd like to try something."
A thousand icky thoughts ran through his mind involving whale blubber, curling brooms, that really stinky balm Fraser had put on his head that time he had been knocked out, and ended up with Diefenbaker joining them, but he nodded his head anyway. "Okay. What have you got in mind, there, Frase?"
Fraser blushed, "It's actually a fantasy of mine."
"You don't waste any time, do you?"
"The early bird gets the worm, Ray."
"And just what worm are we talking about?"
"Smarties."
"Smarties?"
"Yes. I would like to put them all over your body then suck them off of you one by one."
Ray could feel the pre-come shoot to the top of his cock. // Oh god, I've died and gone to heaven.// "S-s-suck them off of my naked body?"
"That's correct, Ray."
Ray could only nod; the power of speech left him as he thought of what was going to happen next.
Fraser moved in and kissed him one more time before stripping him. Ray's cock stood proud and leaking, waiting for whatever was in store for it. He lay back on the bed as instructed and watched as Fraser pulled a box of Smarties out of one of his jacket pockets.
"It's very convenient that you have some handy."
"Yes, it is."
Suddenly, Ray was scared. He'd never seen Fraser like this - full of lust and with a feral look in his eye. But that was soon replaced with passion as Fraser's mouth moved down to his nipples, sucking at one then the other, leaving a wet saliva trail along the way. Fraser then sat up and placed a green Smartie on one nipple and a blue one on the other.
He snaked a trail with his tongue down Ray's torso, pausing here and there to distribute the candy across his abdomen, pushing a yellow one into his navel. Lower he went until he surrounded Ray's cock with red ones. When he was done, he sat up and admired his work.
"When I was a boy, the Smarties commercials had a song that pertained to the order of the colours in which you ate them," Fraser said. He then began to suck the candy off of Ray's nipples, pulling and nibbling on the buds beneath.
Ray moaned and looked down at his chest, which, thanks to Fraser's saliva, bore circles of colour along it from the melted candy shell. He watched as a new colour was revealed as soon as Fraser's tongue lapped up the candy. He moaned as the yellow one was sucked out of his navel. Fraser came up to meet his mouth and dropped the candy-coated chocolate from his mouth into Ray's. Ray crunched the candy as Fraser's mouth descended on his, sharing the candy/chocolate essence with each other. He slowly moved away and licked a trail down to Ray's groin.
"When you eat your Smarties, do you eat the red ones last?" Fraser sang as he picked up a red Smartie from around Ray's cock and ate it. He then sucked up another one, leaving his tongue out and dragging it up the side of Ray's cock.
Ray bucked as if a large bolt of electricity shocked him. He hadn't had anyone do that to him in such a long time.
"Do you suck them very slowly? Or crunch them very fast?" Fraser's tongue snuck out and grabbed another Smartie. He crunched it fast then descended on Ray's cock with his mouth.
Ray arched back and let out a hissing sound. Sweat prickled over this entire body.
Fraser pulled off of Ray and lapped up another candy. "Eat that candy coated chocolate, but tell me when I ask...." His tongue flicked across the slit in Ray's cock, causing a drop of pre-come to appear. He licked it off with gusto then ate the last remaining Smartie.
"When you eat your Smarties, do you eat the red ones last?"
Ray was panting. He was this shy of coming, and he was trying so very hard to hang on. Fraser was nibbling a trail up his chest to his nipples again, and he didn't know if he could stand it much longer. Fraser kissed him on the mouth for a long time, Ray grateful that he could quell his emotions and cool down somewhat.
Finally, Fraser stood and started to take off the remainder of his underwear. Ray swung his legs over the edge of the bed and reached for his partner. He ripped the red fabric off of Fraser's body and sat there, his arms around the Mountie's waist, head pressed to his groin, inhaling deeply. He began to kiss the thighs and lick at the skin that was before him. His tongue found the hard muscle in the patch of curls and licked up the shaft to the tip. He then placed his mouth over the head and started sucking. He felt Fraser shudder and heard his breath catch in the back of his throat. He knew it would be this good. God, it was like manna from heaven.
"Ray. Ray. Ray. Ray. Ray. Ray."
His mouth moved off Fraser's cock. "Yeah?"
"Oh dear, Ray, I think I'm going to faint if I don't sit down."
Ray moved over and let Fraser lie down beside him on the bed. They wrapped their arms and legs around each other, exploring each other's bodies. A cheer came from the room below, and a chant was heard as Turnbull celebrated another touchdown.
Fraser reluctantly pulled his mouth off of Ray's, "Ray, I don't want to hurry our experience, but if we want ample snuggle time, we should hasten our activity."
"Snuggle time?"
"Yes. After sex it's common for people to...snuggle." Fraser licked his lower lip, "Unless you are against snuggling, and in that case we can take as long as we want."
// So we *are* having sex!// "No, I'm into snuggling, I just...I...I...how uh how do you want it...me. How do you want me, Fraser?"
Fraser's eyes closed halfway, and he nuzzled the side of Ray's spiky hair with his cheek. "As many ways as I can have you."
Ray's eyes widened, and a silly grin appeared on his face as he was rolled over onto his back. He watched as Fraser reached into the bedside table and brought out a bottle of what looked like to be a bottle of expensive hand lotion. Ray brought his knees up and spread his legs wide as Fraser prepared him, taking his time, circling his fingers around and around, spreading the lotion, making Ray whimper.
Ray closed his eyes and arched his back as Fraser's fingers dug inside him. He was sweating and he could hear himself make a "Mmmmnnnnfffffff" noise that he was sure he'd never made before. Suddenly Fraser's fingers were gone but were replaced by something much, much larger.
"Open your eyes, Ray."
Ray's eyes snapped open and met the brilliant blue gaze of his partner's. Heavy lids hid half of the blue, and the look on Fraser's face was one to be described as 'blissful'. He sucked in his breath as Fraser started to enter him. It hurt, yes, it did hurt, but it was also so erotic, so exciting that the pleasure outweighed the pain tenfold.
Ray held his knees up and focused his gaze on Fraser's and gasped as he slid in to the hilt. Fraser rested for a second then started to thrust, his brow furrowed as if he were intently concentrating on what he was doing. The Mountie moved over him and ground his cock into him, his tongue out caressing his lower lip as if still in deep concentration. It felt so good that Ray almost didn't know what to do with himself. All he knew was that he was making a grunting noise every time Fraser moved forward. Fraser thrust harder and faster, and Ray reached down to grab his own cock. He was so hard and so aroused that it only took a few pulls with his hand for him to come all over his belly.
"Oh God....Fraser...I...I...." then Ray was silent.
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Ray woke up to a cold cloth on his forehead and a warm cloth washing his nether regions. He moaned and opened his eyes then smiled as he saw Fraser tending to him, naked and not quite soft yet.
"You're awake!" Fraser said and sat down beside him on the bed.
"Yeah, I...I guess so." He removed the cloth from his forehead and gave it to his partner. "How long have I been out?"
"I'm not really sure," Fraser smirked, "I was preoccupied."
Ray smirked back and watched as Fraser stood and went back to the convenient en-suite bathroom. Ray checked out his ass the whole way. Then Fraser came back and lay down, wrapped his arms around him and kissed him.
"Is this snuggle time?" Ray mused.
"This is most definitely snuggle time." Fraser kissed him again then settled with his head on Ray's shoulder.
Ray nuzzled the dark hair on the top of Fraser's head and kissed it. He didn't know if this would work. Were they a couple now? Were they to work and sleep together? Should they move in together? // Kowalski, shut up and enjoy the moment!// He heeded his own advice and put the thoughts out of his mind. Whatever was going to happen, was going to happen. Like kicking on the third down, it would feel weird, but in the ideal circumstances it would be so right.
The End