First of the Drabbles.
But I think this one somehow got ahold of the super secret growth formula that always turned Tweety bird into a mutant canary or I must love geekwriter143 13 times more than I thought I did.
geekwriter143 wanted either Ray or Fraser wet...here's what I came up with.
“I’m sorry Ray, and I’m sure Diefenbaker wishes to express his apologies as well, isn’t that right?”
Dief whined and hung his head.
“You see?” Fraser turned away from the backseat of the GTO and faced forward confidently.
“Oh well then, that makes it all okay…never mind my car stinks to high heaven, My. Car. Fraser.”
“Rolling in dead things is a natural canine behaviour; you see it serves to hide their scent from potential prey, in fact this one time in Kujarapik he found-”
“Don’t care. Alls I know is that my car better not smell of dead fish or else.”
Diefenbaker growled.
“Well, I hardly think that kind of language is called for. Ray has every right to be mad, after all, you did roll in that shipment of smuggled sturgeon.”
“And destroyed evidence! Add that one to the list too.” Ray interjected as he snapped the pine tree shaped air freshener off of the rear-view. “Up to six months of woodland fresh scent” he read off of the small felt tree, “I ask you does this in any way smell woodland fresh to you, Fraser?”
“It is rather pungent…but we are only 20 more blocks from the consulate.” Fraser said while gripping the dash as Ray took the corner hard.
“Consulate nuthin’, the lousy mutt can get cleaned up at my place.”
“I see, do you have tomato or lemon juice or any sort of liquid with a fairly high acid content.”
“Does Pert Plus count?”
“Well, you see the acid in certain juices helps to weaken the ionic bond of the molecules and-”
“Fine. I’ll drop you off and get the damn juice, jeeze! Just do something Frase’, I’m about ready to hurl here.”
Fraser was grateful Ray managed to slow the car to almost walking speed before leaning over and unceremoniously shoving open the passenger door.
“I’ll be back in a minute…” he snapped.
“Don’t worry, we’ll be spic and span before then” Fraser assured as Diefenbaker slunk out of the car.
“And don’t use my good towels!” Ray yelled as he sped off.
Dief whined and Fraser nodded. “I know I thought the same thing, I didn’t think Ray had good towels, either.”
***
Ray shouldered open the door as he staggered under the weight of three laden grocery bags filled with cans of tomato juice. He could hear the sound of the shower running and Fraser whistling jauntily. Christ everything about the Mountie was jaunty, from the tilt of his hat to the shape of his ass under those crazy pants he wore. Ray shook his head, jeeze but he was a sad sack who needed to get laid something bad if he was thinking about Fraser’s ass. Again.
“Hey, I got your tomato juice here, if there’s anything left after I say we make Bloody Marys and get real drunk.” Ray said as he pushed open the bathroom door. The next words dried up in his mouth and it wasn’t from the sight of a very sudsy, very miserable half-wolf standing in his tub, no, it was the sight of the wet, naked Mountie briskly scrubbing him down.
Ray watched a single trail of bubbles as it wound its way down Fraser’s thigh and curled gently around his knee before he managed to make a sound. It was only “Urrrghhk!” but it was enough. Fraser bolted upright; Ray knew the exact second the fact that he was naked, in Ray’s tub, with a wolf, occurred to Fraser because his ears turned a furious crimson colour. He snatched at the shower curtain and covered himself.
“Ray. I-uh-Ray. I didn’t hear you come in.”
No shit! thought Ray.
Ray turned away and he wondered if Fraser must have thought he thought he was weirded out by the whole thing, and part of him was-the guy was naked in his tub with his wolf-but most of him was still trying to get a handle on the Fraser being naked part and what it was doing to him.
“So is this like a Canadian thing or a private thing or what…” Ray trailed off. He was finding it hard to talk what with wet naked Fraser standing in front of him. In fact one small part of his mind was yammering, wetnakedFraser! and his cock was busy responding by getting hard.
“No, not exactly” Fraser stammered and Ray noticed that parts of Fraser were now almost as red as his uniform. The blush was creeping its way down his neck, the water sluicing down from Ray’s showerhead doing little to cool its ruddy flush. “I just didn’t want to ruin my uniform and I thought it would be more expedient to simply get into the tub with Diefenbaker to wash him.”
“And you don’t find that weird, being naked in front of the wolf?”
“Well no, Ray, not really, he’s a wolf-half wolf actually. He doesn’t share our notions of modesty.”
“Right, sure yeah.” Ray nodded like he understood. Like having this conversation while one of them was naked was just an everyday thing.
Dief’ chose that moment to shake vigorously, splattering Fraser with huge soft creamy blobs of lather. Ray thought he couldn’t have timed it better if it was a peep show and almost reached for his wallet to give the wolf a tip.
Fraser dropped the curtain and shielded himself from the deluge, then realized he’d exposed himself and just as quickly snatched it up again. Ray watched a largish drop of foam skate down Fraser’s belly only to disappear behind the screen of the shower curtain. He’d only caught a glimpse but unconsciously he licked his lips thinking about where that lather was heading.
Fraser “ahem”-ed in that courteous Canadian way of his and Ray realized that he was staring, at his partner, at his naked partner, at his naked partner’s dick.
Jeeze. What to do now?
Ray jerked his eyes up to Fraser’s.
He expected to find awkwardness and discomfort; even disgust hidden behind a polite mask, the flash of longing and need was almost as naked as Fraser was and just as surprising.
Fraser? Queer? Get out. Guy like that was made to make the ladies get all damp and fluttery. He must have imagined it.
“You seem to have me at a disadvantage, Ray.”
Ray hoped like hell this wouldn’t be the moment Fraser
asked him to leave; he would of course, but Ray was going to make him say it at least.
“How’s that then?”
Fraser swallowed and stuttered and Ray though the guy was going to blow a gasket right there in his tub, Ray would have just yelled, ‘get the fuck out!’ But Ray didn’t think Fraser was capable of saying fuck.
“Seeing as I’m not dressed…”
“And?” Ray knew he was being a dickhead.
“And you still seem to be.”
Guy had stones, you could give him that. After all Ray’s flirting and hinting and hungry looks, of course it would be just like Fraser to step up and proposition him in that calm serious way he had. Ray grinned, dropped the cans of juice on the floor with a thud and was already pulling his shirt over his head as he toed off his sneakers.
“Get the fuck out” he said casually to the wolf.
Diefenbaker jumped out of the tub and scrambled out of the bathroom.
“Ray, I hardly think you need to use profanity-”
“Shut up.” Ray grabbed Fraser’s head and pulled him close and kissed him hard. When he released him a moment later Fraser’s eyes were all soft and heated looking and full of the same relief he knew was in his. “I’m sorry, please shut-up, Fraser” he said as he climbed into the tub pulling the shower curtain closed behind him.
“Ray, your pants-”
Minutes later they too wound up on the floor with a wet splat next to the bags of juice.
Ray was only a little pissed that his bed was damp and smelled like Pert Plus, dead fish, and wet wolf because it turned out Fraser did know how to say fuck after all; in fact he knew how to say it in English, French-Canadian, and Inuktitut.
Ta-DAAAAAA! There you go, big gay Mountie slash!
Feedback is always welcome.
geekwriter143 wanted either Ray or Fraser wet...here's what I came up with.
“I’m sorry Ray, and I’m sure Diefenbaker wishes to express his apologies as well, isn’t that right?”
Dief whined and hung his head.
“You see?” Fraser turned away from the backseat of the GTO and faced forward confidently.
“Oh well then, that makes it all okay…never mind my car stinks to high heaven, My. Car. Fraser.”
“Rolling in dead things is a natural canine behaviour; you see it serves to hide their scent from potential prey, in fact this one time in Kujarapik he found-”
“Don’t care. Alls I know is that my car better not smell of dead fish or else.”
Diefenbaker growled.
“Well, I hardly think that kind of language is called for. Ray has every right to be mad, after all, you did roll in that shipment of smuggled sturgeon.”
“And destroyed evidence! Add that one to the list too.” Ray interjected as he snapped the pine tree shaped air freshener off of the rear-view. “Up to six months of woodland fresh scent” he read off of the small felt tree, “I ask you does this in any way smell woodland fresh to you, Fraser?”
“It is rather pungent…but we are only 20 more blocks from the consulate.” Fraser said while gripping the dash as Ray took the corner hard.
“Consulate nuthin’, the lousy mutt can get cleaned up at my place.”
“I see, do you have tomato or lemon juice or any sort of liquid with a fairly high acid content.”
“Does Pert Plus count?”
“Well, you see the acid in certain juices helps to weaken the ionic bond of the molecules and-”
“Fine. I’ll drop you off and get the damn juice, jeeze! Just do something Frase’, I’m about ready to hurl here.”
Fraser was grateful Ray managed to slow the car to almost walking speed before leaning over and unceremoniously shoving open the passenger door.
“I’ll be back in a minute…” he snapped.
“Don’t worry, we’ll be spic and span before then” Fraser assured as Diefenbaker slunk out of the car.
“And don’t use my good towels!” Ray yelled as he sped off.
Dief whined and Fraser nodded. “I know I thought the same thing, I didn’t think Ray had good towels, either.”
***
Ray shouldered open the door as he staggered under the weight of three laden grocery bags filled with cans of tomato juice. He could hear the sound of the shower running and Fraser whistling jauntily. Christ everything about the Mountie was jaunty, from the tilt of his hat to the shape of his ass under those crazy pants he wore. Ray shook his head, jeeze but he was a sad sack who needed to get laid something bad if he was thinking about Fraser’s ass. Again.
“Hey, I got your tomato juice here, if there’s anything left after I say we make Bloody Marys and get real drunk.” Ray said as he pushed open the bathroom door. The next words dried up in his mouth and it wasn’t from the sight of a very sudsy, very miserable half-wolf standing in his tub, no, it was the sight of the wet, naked Mountie briskly scrubbing him down.
Ray watched a single trail of bubbles as it wound its way down Fraser’s thigh and curled gently around his knee before he managed to make a sound. It was only “Urrrghhk!” but it was enough. Fraser bolted upright; Ray knew the exact second the fact that he was naked, in Ray’s tub, with a wolf, occurred to Fraser because his ears turned a furious crimson colour. He snatched at the shower curtain and covered himself.
“Ray. I-uh-Ray. I didn’t hear you come in.”
No shit! thought Ray.
Ray turned away and he wondered if Fraser must have thought he thought he was weirded out by the whole thing, and part of him was-the guy was naked in his tub with his wolf-but most of him was still trying to get a handle on the Fraser being naked part and what it was doing to him.
“So is this like a Canadian thing or a private thing or what…” Ray trailed off. He was finding it hard to talk what with wet naked Fraser standing in front of him. In fact one small part of his mind was yammering, wetnakedFraser! and his cock was busy responding by getting hard.
“No, not exactly” Fraser stammered and Ray noticed that parts of Fraser were now almost as red as his uniform. The blush was creeping its way down his neck, the water sluicing down from Ray’s showerhead doing little to cool its ruddy flush. “I just didn’t want to ruin my uniform and I thought it would be more expedient to simply get into the tub with Diefenbaker to wash him.”
“And you don’t find that weird, being naked in front of the wolf?”
“Well no, Ray, not really, he’s a wolf-half wolf actually. He doesn’t share our notions of modesty.”
“Right, sure yeah.” Ray nodded like he understood. Like having this conversation while one of them was naked was just an everyday thing.
Dief’ chose that moment to shake vigorously, splattering Fraser with huge soft creamy blobs of lather. Ray thought he couldn’t have timed it better if it was a peep show and almost reached for his wallet to give the wolf a tip.
Fraser dropped the curtain and shielded himself from the deluge, then realized he’d exposed himself and just as quickly snatched it up again. Ray watched a largish drop of foam skate down Fraser’s belly only to disappear behind the screen of the shower curtain. He’d only caught a glimpse but unconsciously he licked his lips thinking about where that lather was heading.
Fraser “ahem”-ed in that courteous Canadian way of his and Ray realized that he was staring, at his partner, at his naked partner, at his naked partner’s dick.
Jeeze. What to do now?
Ray jerked his eyes up to Fraser’s.
He expected to find awkwardness and discomfort; even disgust hidden behind a polite mask, the flash of longing and need was almost as naked as Fraser was and just as surprising.
Fraser? Queer? Get out. Guy like that was made to make the ladies get all damp and fluttery. He must have imagined it.
“You seem to have me at a disadvantage, Ray.”
Ray hoped like hell this wouldn’t be the moment Fraser
asked him to leave; he would of course, but Ray was going to make him say it at least.
“How’s that then?”
Fraser swallowed and stuttered and Ray though the guy was going to blow a gasket right there in his tub, Ray would have just yelled, ‘get the fuck out!’ But Ray didn’t think Fraser was capable of saying fuck.
“Seeing as I’m not dressed…”
“And?” Ray knew he was being a dickhead.
“And you still seem to be.”
Guy had stones, you could give him that. After all Ray’s flirting and hinting and hungry looks, of course it would be just like Fraser to step up and proposition him in that calm serious way he had. Ray grinned, dropped the cans of juice on the floor with a thud and was already pulling his shirt over his head as he toed off his sneakers.
“Get the fuck out” he said casually to the wolf.
Diefenbaker jumped out of the tub and scrambled out of the bathroom.
“Ray, I hardly think you need to use profanity-”
“Shut up.” Ray grabbed Fraser’s head and pulled him close and kissed him hard. When he released him a moment later Fraser’s eyes were all soft and heated looking and full of the same relief he knew was in his. “I’m sorry, please shut-up, Fraser” he said as he climbed into the tub pulling the shower curtain closed behind him.
“Ray, your pants-”
Minutes later they too wound up on the floor with a wet splat next to the bags of juice.
Ray was only a little pissed that his bed was damp and smelled like Pert Plus, dead fish, and wet wolf because it turned out Fraser did know how to say fuck after all; in fact he knew how to say it in English, French-Canadian, and Inuktitut.
Ta-DAAAAAA! There you go, big gay Mountie slash!
Feedback is always welcome.