2nd Badfic Challenge, by bluebrocade
Title: Back to School
Pairing: Fraser/Ray
Rating: PG
Warnings: explicit GAY sex
Summary: Can music bring Fraser and Ray together?
Prompt: Due South, the High School Musical, by shayheyred.
A/N I thought it would be fun to write a Due South version of High School Musical. I've never seen it LOL, but then I thought OMG that'll make mine more interesting and original. So you can see I totally challenged myself here A LOT. I'm so totally proud of the outcome and I hope I did the original justice and stuff. Plz R&R - except haterz!!
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"Harder, Ray, harder," yelled Fraser.
Ray wiped the sweat from his brow and said, "I'm pounding as hard as I can, Fraser! This isn't as easy as it looks you know. And it's exhausting! I'm drenched in sweat here!"
Fraser sighed in a very judgmental way. His knees hurt and Ray was being such a baby about the weather. If he could take this Chicago heat, even though he was from a very cold area in Canada, then Ray should not be complaining, especially when they were doing something so important and special.
"Maybe some liquid would do you good. Here, take a swig of this." Fraser reached behind himself and handed the slim, Italian detective a bottle of water.
Ray stopped pounding and took a few greedy swallows. "Thanks, Fraser. I do feel better. Let's try again. Maybe it'd work better if you held it in place for me? It's too small. I can barely see what I'm doing without my glasses."
"I told you not to forget them!" exclaimed Fraser.
The handsome blonde grinned sheepishly. "I know, Fraze, but I kind of had other things on my mind if you know what I mean." His sheepish grin turned into a pouty, sexy, leer, and Fraser shivered all over but not so much that Ray noticed and he felt his manhood get bigger.
That had been happening a lot around Ray lately. Sometimes, while he was on guard duty, Ray would drive up in his souped up black Riviera and Fraser would feel his penis start to lengthen and thicken as he stood there simply watching Ray in his sexy car. It was very distracting. His nights were filled with thoughts of fucking Ray and being fucked by Ray. He also wanted to give Ray a blow job and to stick his tongue in Ray's ass. He thought that would be really sexy.
His favorite fantasy was being fucked by Ray while Ray wore a black leather motorcycle jacket and matching black leather chaps. He was wearing his uniform. They would do it on Inspector Thatcher's desk. Fraser would be alphabetizing or some other tedious chore assigned him by the Inspector when Ray would suddenly burst in and without a word, shove Fraser over the desk and pull his pants down. Then he'd gag Fraser with his lanyard and then he'd shove his throbbing, hard cock into Fraser. Fraser knew this would be painful without lube, but the lure of the forbidden was what made it such a compelling fantasy.
He would yelp when Ray shoved his cock into him and then the pleasure would overcome him and he would beg Ray to fuck him harder and harder. There would be mirrors placed strategically so that he could see Ray fucking him from all angles. He particularly enjoyed the one that showed Ray from behind, his pale, firm ass pistoning into Fraser.
The fantasy always ended the same way. As Ray fucked him, Inspector Thatcher returned from her dinner with the Chilean Ambassador. She walked into the office and found him being fucked over her desk by the handsome detective, his olive complexion shining in the moonlight. The look of shock and dismay on her face would bring Fraser to a roaring completion. He would come all over her desk. In reality, he would come all over his belly in the privacy of his office. Then he would lie there sticky and sated, thinking of Ray, wishing he could run his fingers through Ray's golden locks, then lean in and kiss him and fuck him.
Unfortunately, Ray only had eyes for Mrs. Greer, the music teacher at the local high school. Fraser sighed morosely and picked up another nail and held it in place for Ray to pound it into the wood. He waited awhile though because Ray was still leering at Mrs. Greer who had dressed very provocatively that day. This made Fraser very angry.
He did not want to spend the day watching the man he loved point those beguiling green eyes at a woman. He was sacrificing his time and energy to help repair the local high school's band musical rehearsal hall which had been destroyed in a suspicious flood. It was an important and special project, but he was only human, and it hurt him to know he would never have Ray's fingers inside him or kiss him.
While Ray was distracted, trying to look up Mrs. Greer's skirt, Fraser turned away and dried his eyes. He felt a lot of pain. Much to his horror, a sob escaped and Ray heard it.
"Fraser, what's wrong?" exclaimed Ray. "Are you hurt? Did I pound you instead of the nail by mistake?"
Fraser burst into tears. "If only!" he sobbed. He turned away, embarrassed by his unmanly crying. He got up off the ground and tried to run away, but Ray grabbed him by the arm and would not let go.
"If only? What...what do you mean 'if only'? You want me to pound you?" He held up the hammer and looked at it perplexedly. He felt a lot of confusion at that moment, but he wanted to understand.
"Fraser," he said gently. "Talk to me. Tell me what's going on. Do you want to do the hammering and I do the measuring instead?"
Fraser stopped crying and looked at Ray, hope shining from his eyes. Did Ray mean it? Was he asking what Fraser thought he was asking? Probably not. Ray was bad with metaphors so he probably really was asking if Fraser wanted to switch construction jobs with him. Fraser started crying again.
Suddenly, Ray gasped. "Holy toledo, Fraser! When you said 'if only' did you mean 'if only I'd pound into you with my dick? Wow. That's so...so...hawt."
Fraser whipped his head around. "Hot?" He felt confusion - was Ray complaining about the weather again or could it possibly be what he hoped it was? Did Ray want to have sexual relations with him?
"Do you want to have sexual relations with me, Ray?"
Ray laughed. "Geez, Fraser. You talk so old-fashioned. That just makes it even hawter."
Fraser's face crumpled. "Yes, Ray. It is hot out today. Perhaps we should return to our construction duties."
Ray rolled his cornstalk blue eyes. "Fraser, for heaven's sake, ya big lug. I wasn't talking about the weather. I'm trying to tell you that I love you."
"But what about Mrs. Greer?"
"I was overcompensating."
"Oh. Okay."
Ray smiled and reached for Fraser's penis. He sucked on it greedily and Fraser moaned and cummed down his throat. Then Ray took his own penis out and prepared to put it into Fraser, but Fraser wouldn't bend over.
"Ray, perhaps we should take this someplace more private?"
Ray looked around at the shocked faces of the high school band students. The tuba player winked at him.
The End.
Pairing: Fraser/Ray
Rating: PG
Warnings: explicit GAY sex
Summary: Can music bring Fraser and Ray together?
Prompt: Due South, the High School Musical, by shayheyred.
A/N I thought it would be fun to write a Due South version of High School Musical. I've never seen it LOL, but then I thought OMG that'll make mine more interesting and original. So you can see I totally challenged myself here A LOT. I'm so totally proud of the outcome and I hope I did the original justice and stuff. Plz R&R - except haterz!!
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"Harder, Ray, harder," yelled Fraser.
Ray wiped the sweat from his brow and said, "I'm pounding as hard as I can, Fraser! This isn't as easy as it looks you know. And it's exhausting! I'm drenched in sweat here!"
Fraser sighed in a very judgmental way. His knees hurt and Ray was being such a baby about the weather. If he could take this Chicago heat, even though he was from a very cold area in Canada, then Ray should not be complaining, especially when they were doing something so important and special.
"Maybe some liquid would do you good. Here, take a swig of this." Fraser reached behind himself and handed the slim, Italian detective a bottle of water.
Ray stopped pounding and took a few greedy swallows. "Thanks, Fraser. I do feel better. Let's try again. Maybe it'd work better if you held it in place for me? It's too small. I can barely see what I'm doing without my glasses."
"I told you not to forget them!" exclaimed Fraser.
The handsome blonde grinned sheepishly. "I know, Fraze, but I kind of had other things on my mind if you know what I mean." His sheepish grin turned into a pouty, sexy, leer, and Fraser shivered all over but not so much that Ray noticed and he felt his manhood get bigger.
That had been happening a lot around Ray lately. Sometimes, while he was on guard duty, Ray would drive up in his souped up black Riviera and Fraser would feel his penis start to lengthen and thicken as he stood there simply watching Ray in his sexy car. It was very distracting. His nights were filled with thoughts of fucking Ray and being fucked by Ray. He also wanted to give Ray a blow job and to stick his tongue in Ray's ass. He thought that would be really sexy.
His favorite fantasy was being fucked by Ray while Ray wore a black leather motorcycle jacket and matching black leather chaps. He was wearing his uniform. They would do it on Inspector Thatcher's desk. Fraser would be alphabetizing or some other tedious chore assigned him by the Inspector when Ray would suddenly burst in and without a word, shove Fraser over the desk and pull his pants down. Then he'd gag Fraser with his lanyard and then he'd shove his throbbing, hard cock into Fraser. Fraser knew this would be painful without lube, but the lure of the forbidden was what made it such a compelling fantasy.
He would yelp when Ray shoved his cock into him and then the pleasure would overcome him and he would beg Ray to fuck him harder and harder. There would be mirrors placed strategically so that he could see Ray fucking him from all angles. He particularly enjoyed the one that showed Ray from behind, his pale, firm ass pistoning into Fraser.
The fantasy always ended the same way. As Ray fucked him, Inspector Thatcher returned from her dinner with the Chilean Ambassador. She walked into the office and found him being fucked over her desk by the handsome detective, his olive complexion shining in the moonlight. The look of shock and dismay on her face would bring Fraser to a roaring completion. He would come all over her desk. In reality, he would come all over his belly in the privacy of his office. Then he would lie there sticky and sated, thinking of Ray, wishing he could run his fingers through Ray's golden locks, then lean in and kiss him and fuck him.
Unfortunately, Ray only had eyes for Mrs. Greer, the music teacher at the local high school. Fraser sighed morosely and picked up another nail and held it in place for Ray to pound it into the wood. He waited awhile though because Ray was still leering at Mrs. Greer who had dressed very provocatively that day. This made Fraser very angry.
He did not want to spend the day watching the man he loved point those beguiling green eyes at a woman. He was sacrificing his time and energy to help repair the local high school's band musical rehearsal hall which had been destroyed in a suspicious flood. It was an important and special project, but he was only human, and it hurt him to know he would never have Ray's fingers inside him or kiss him.
While Ray was distracted, trying to look up Mrs. Greer's skirt, Fraser turned away and dried his eyes. He felt a lot of pain. Much to his horror, a sob escaped and Ray heard it.
"Fraser, what's wrong?" exclaimed Ray. "Are you hurt? Did I pound you instead of the nail by mistake?"
Fraser burst into tears. "If only!" he sobbed. He turned away, embarrassed by his unmanly crying. He got up off the ground and tried to run away, but Ray grabbed him by the arm and would not let go.
"If only? What...what do you mean 'if only'? You want me to pound you?" He held up the hammer and looked at it perplexedly. He felt a lot of confusion at that moment, but he wanted to understand.
"Fraser," he said gently. "Talk to me. Tell me what's going on. Do you want to do the hammering and I do the measuring instead?"
Fraser stopped crying and looked at Ray, hope shining from his eyes. Did Ray mean it? Was he asking what Fraser thought he was asking? Probably not. Ray was bad with metaphors so he probably really was asking if Fraser wanted to switch construction jobs with him. Fraser started crying again.
Suddenly, Ray gasped. "Holy toledo, Fraser! When you said 'if only' did you mean 'if only I'd pound into you with my dick? Wow. That's so...so...hawt."
Fraser whipped his head around. "Hot?" He felt confusion - was Ray complaining about the weather again or could it possibly be what he hoped it was? Did Ray want to have sexual relations with him?
"Do you want to have sexual relations with me, Ray?"
Ray laughed. "Geez, Fraser. You talk so old-fashioned. That just makes it even hawter."
Fraser's face crumpled. "Yes, Ray. It is hot out today. Perhaps we should return to our construction duties."
Ray rolled his cornstalk blue eyes. "Fraser, for heaven's sake, ya big lug. I wasn't talking about the weather. I'm trying to tell you that I love you."
"But what about Mrs. Greer?"
"I was overcompensating."
"Oh. Okay."
Ray smiled and reached for Fraser's penis. He sucked on it greedily and Fraser moaned and cummed down his throat. Then Ray took his own penis out and prepared to put it into Fraser, but Fraser wouldn't bend over.
"Ray, perhaps we should take this someplace more private?"
Ray looked around at the shocked faces of the high school band students. The tuba player winked at him.
The End.