Ray's Caribbean Adventure--(F/K, K/OCs, NC-17)

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Thanks to the lovely j_s_cavalcante and slidellra for beta. And thanks to nos4a2no9 for valiantly aiding and abbetting the porn, and for a superspeedy beta. This story would not exist as it is without her input throughout the writing process. Any errors are mine, all mine. Thanks again, my dear!

Written for stop_drop_porn, for moosesal’s prompt of "ring."

Ray's Caribbean Adventure

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"So just go already!" Yvette frowns at Ray, arms crossed under her substantial breasts. "I told you, the guy who sold you the poncho and that other crap is long gone, and it doesn't matter how long you keep coming round his old street corners. You should have told him you weren't sure about the color when you bought it."

Ray glares at the run-down booth near the airport where the poncho guy had been selling his crap. Yvette's probably right, the guy'd just unloaded his goods on suckers like Ray and beat it. And it looks like Yvette isn't that far from bouncing Ray like a bad check--which, hey, she's good at.

This sucks.

"You gonna toss that stuff?" Yvette asks, gesturing at the gaudy paper skeletons and ghosts the guy had sold him for his big Dia de los Muertos sale.

Ray clutches them closer. "No way! These are evidence!" He shakes the little papier-mache skeleton marionette, making the bony limbs dance. "These fucking haunts are all I got left of that guy!"

Next time Ray feels like getting away from it all, he vows, he'll avoid asking anyone he's arrested. Fraser's always after him to go hang out doing weird stuff--camping in the park, playing chess with old people, something about ice fishing when it gets colder--yeah. Fraser probably has a million ideas about weird things they could do on vacation that Ray would secretly enjoy. Ray definitely feels like going North.