Prompt 03 - Secret Lives
Prompt: 03 - Secret Lives
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: PG-13? At most.
Summary: Sort of Paul Gross as Benton Fraser’s alter-ego. Yes, of course I’m insane. Would I be doing this if I wasn’t?
My Table
“Hey, Frase.” Frannie brushes up against Fraser as she passes him in the doorway, making sure to wiggle her barely-clothed hips at him.
“Francesca.” Fraser coughs and tugs at his collar, and tries by force of will to back down his incipient erection. It’s not that he’s particularly interested in Francesca. For God’s sake, he’s not even particularly interested in women, and Francesca is hardly suitable material for life in the wilds of Canada. But he is having sex offered to him on a plate every day, by a woman that most of the precinct would kill to get a date with, and he’s only human.
“You’re actually human, Ben?” asks the voice in his head, and he could have done without Paul showing up to irritate him at this precise moment. And really, the voice in his head should not have a name.
“Go away,” he mutters under his breath, before realising he is talking to himself in a room full of cops. And it’s futile, anyway, because Paul just keeps going.
“I’m telling you, any other guy would have jumped into bed with that at the first opportunity. Look at her. She’s practically begging you to bend her over the nearest desk and-”
“That is enough.” Fraser hisses, as quietly as he can. “Francesca would hardly make an appropriate companion. She’s not, well,” in desperation he finds himself reaching for his father’s words, “sturdy enough. Strong enough.”
At that moment Ray comes back out of Welsh’s office, and Paul laughs at the way Fraser’s head snaps straight up to look at him.
“I bet you think that one’s sturdy enough, don’t you? If you ask me, he’s practically begging you to bend him over the desk too. Look at the expression in his eyes. Look at his hands. Look at the way he-”
“Stop.” This time Fraser cannot prevent his erection, not with the images flying through his brain. Bending Ray over the desk, kissing his smiling mouth, twisting his fingers in the blond hair. Feeling his lean, hard body writhe underneath him. No. No, he must stop.
“You’ve thought about it though, haven’t you Ben? Though about what would happen if you just pressed him up against the door one night and kissed the hell out of him. He might find he likes it. He might kiss you back. You’ll never know unless you try.”
Dear God, Fraser thinks, he’s never going to get through the day. He sinks into the chair on the opposite side of Ray’s desk and tries to hide behind the paperwork, just as Paul’s voice starts up again.
At about the same time, Callum’s voice wakes up in Ray’s head. Ray listens for a moment, head cocked to one side. Then he smiles.
Paul winks at Callum and laughs.