FIC: Shooting from the hip, R/C, LoM, Brown Cortina
Title: Shooting From The Hip
Word Count: 1800
Spoilers: none
Pairings: Ray/Chris
Rating: Brown Cortina
Disclaimer: The slash is mine, the boys aren’t. They’d have more fun if they were though.
Summary: Porntoberfest...need I say more?
A/N: Thanks to xcazzie and nebula99
“Can’t do it,” Chris said, dejectedly.
“’Course you can, don’t be a div.”
Ray finished reloading his gun and pulled his ear defenders back into place. He moved into position, aimed his revolver down the range, sighted the target and squeezed the trigger repeatedly until all the chambers were empty.
Chris squinted down the range and sighed - once again, Ray’s shots were grouped neatly on the target.
“C’m’ere,” Ray said, putting his gun down and waiting for Chris to reload.
Chris walked up to him, looking glum.
“Stand ‘ere, side on, aim at the target,” Ray gently positioned Chris, moving his shoulders around a little to correct his stance. “Now aim,” he said, moving closer so he was standing against Chris’s back.
Chris screwed up his face as he concentrated on looking along the barrel of his gun.
“Jus’ relax,” Ray continued. “Relax yer shoulders an’ arms.” He ran his hands up Chris’s back, stopping to knead the tense muscles across Chris’s shoulders. Then he slid his right hand along Chris’s arm, stopping only to bend Chris’s elbow slightly. When his hand was over Chris’s he moved close to Chris’s defender-covered ear. “Now relax, aim, an’ shoot.”
Chris almost shuddered as he felt Ray’s breath warm on his neck, but he pulled himself together and focussed. The shot was closer to the target than his original ones had been, but still not quite there.
He felt Ray shift slightly behind him, and allowed himself to be moved.
“Again,” Ray said, his lips almost touching the soft skin behind Chris’s ear.
Chris did as he was told, desperately trying to stay focussed and not give up on the gun to turn around into Ray’s arms.
The shot was almost on target - just a little high - and Chris felt Ray’s lips brush against the fine hair at the nape of his neck before moving to kiss where Chris’s neck joined his shoulder.
Ray slid his fingers back along Chris’s arm, then rested his hands on Chris’s hips.
“Hit the target,” he whispered.
Chris knew he had to. He took a deep breath, feeling as if Ray’s touch was turning his whole body to jelly. Then he fired, pulling the trigger until the gun was empty.
As he dropped his hand down to his side, the trails of smoke still snaking up from the barrel, he felt Ray’s lips drag over his neck and Ray’s hands slide over the front of his trousers.
Chris could already feel the hardness of Ray’s erection pressed against him and he pushed his bum back against Ray. He reached up and pulled off his ear defenders, dropping them on the floor. Ray followed his lead, then slid his hand over Chris’s chest, pulling open his shirt as Chris dropped his head back against Ray’s shoulder.
Chris took Ray’s free hand and slid it over his growing erection. Ray quickly got the message, and gently rubbed his thumb over the bulge. Once he reached the bottom of Chris’s shirt his fingers kept going, opening Chris’s belt and flies.
Chris almost whimpered. The feel of Ray surrounding him, holding him, whilst being unable to do anything back to Ray, was such a turn on. But Ray was moving tantalisingly slowly, all gentle touches and teasing movements.
“Please, Ray,” he panted.
“Please what?” Ray asked, then traced the edge of Chris’s ear with his tongue.
“Jus’, anything - do anything,” Chris begged.
Ray reached into Chris pants and wrapped his fist around Chris’s cock, he squeezed tightly, but kept his movements small.
“Like this?” he asked, moving the other hand up to roll Chris’s nipple between his fingers.
“More,” Chris demanded, trying to thrust his hips, but unable to move in Ray’s strong hold.
Ray started moving, forcing Chris to walk forward. When they reached the narrow tables bolted to the walls he took Chris’s gun and slid it away from them, his focus still on Chris’s hot hard dick in his hand.
Chris tried to reach behind him, wanting to get his hands on Ray, but his arms were pinned to his sides and he couldn’t reach.
Then, suddenly, Ray let go and span Chris around, placing his hands on the wall either side of Chris and leaning forward for a kiss. Chris took full advantage of his new position, sliding one hand around to grab Ray’s arse and the other down to run over his erection.
Ray pressed against Chris, forcing him back against the table. Chris’s bare cock rubbed against Ray’s trousers and Chris couldn’t help but move, the friction exquisite. Then Ray dropped to one knee, sliding his hands around behind Chris, pushing his trousers down over shaking thighs and sucked Chris’s rigid length into his mouth, swirling his tongue around over the smooth head.
Chris moaned, his hands scrabbling to grip onto the edge of the table as he looked down to see his cock disappearing in between Ray’s lips. At least one of Ray’s fingers was stroking down the crack of his arse, both hands holding firmly onto Chris’s buttocks, making it impossible for Chris to set the rhythm of thrusting.
“Ray, fuck…oh, Christ,” Chris panted, trying to form sentences and failing miserably as he was overwhelmed by the pleasure.
Ray took a long last suck and looked up at Chris. “Sit up on ‘ere,” he commanded, patting the smooth wooden table with one hand.
Chris barely had the strength in his legs to obey, but he managed to hop up onto the surface, leaning back against the wall, the cold against his skin a perfect counterpoint to the warmth of Ray.
Then Ray tugged his legs forward and Chris slid, his bum hanging off the edge as Ray lifted Chris’s legs over his shoulders. Then Ray licked up Chris’s shaft, pausing at the tip to suck gently on the sensitive head. Then he licked his way back down, dipping his head to gently slide his tongue over each of Chris’s tightening testicles. Then Ray’s tongue dropped even further down, probing inbetween Chris’s buttocks, finding the sensitive puckered skin and working against it, small movements well lubricated with spit.
Chris tensed, but then relaxed into the sensation, knowing he was very close to coming and wanting to savour every second of the build up.
He felt Ray moving and dared to open an eye to see what was happening, but Ray was almost entirely out of sight. Then Ray licked and sucked his way back into view, giving Chris’s cock one long warm wet kiss before standing up, looking down at Chris, whose trousers were hanging off one ankle, shirt undone and falling off his shoulders, spread out in front of him.
Chris watched, filled with anticipation, as Ray undid his own trousers, letting them slide down his hips quickly followed by his pants. Ray grabbed the oil can off the table and squeezed the pump a few times, filling his palm with the liquid. He held it for a few moments, hoping to warm it, before sliding his cock into his slick fist. Then he squirted out more of the oil until it was dripping from his fingers and reached between Chris’s legs, sliding his hand up Chris’s crack, fingers gently pushing against his sphincter. The oil was cool and Chris could feel his cock jerking slightly as his muscles contracted. Then he relaxed into the touch, knowing and loving that he was completely at Ray’s mercy.
Ray worked one slick finger inside Chris’s tight hole, then another, gently pumping them in and out, squirting more oil onto his hand and making sure it was well distributed. Then, with one last slippery stroke over his own cock he held Chris’s legs up pushed his cock head against Chris’s arse. There was a moment of resistance before he slid inside, into incredible heat and tightness. He held himself still, eyes closed, making sure that he wasn’t going to come before they had even started. Then he slowly rocked his hips, pushing further in.
Chris’s knuckles were white on the table edge. He pulled, trying to force himself onto Ray’s dick, desperate to be filled and fucked. Ray slid his hand around Chris’s cock and pumped it to the same rhythm he pushed in and out of Chris’s hot arse. Chris moaned, his mouth open and manage to wrap his legs around Ray’s waist, pulling him in harder.
Once Ray could feel his balls against Chris’s body he put his other arm in the small of Chris’s back, pulling Chris upright and toward him, trapping his fist around Chris’s cock, the movement now quickening. He reached for a kiss and Chris immediately opened his mouth, his tongue duelling with Ray’s, sliding over tongue and teeth and lips. Chris couldn’t help but pant into Ray’s mouth, sharing a breath, desperate for as much as possible of himself to be in contact with Ray. He let go of the edge of the table and instead wrapped his arms around Ray’s back, holding on as tightly as he could. Then he felt his orgasm as a growing heat and pressure deep in his groin. He moved harder, faster, and it was on him, he could feel his hot semen pumping out over Ray’s hand and both their bellies, trapped between them, just serving to make everything more slippery. He knew that Ray came a few thrusts later, feeling the quivering muscles under his legs and watching as Ray’s eyes rolled back in his head.
“Jesus,” Ray panted, slowing his thrusts.
Chris leant forward again and pulled Ray into another kiss, his eyes open, mere centimetres away from Ray’s blue gaze.
“Love you,” he panted.
Ray planted a sloppy kiss on his lips. “Love you too, Div.”
Ray moved slightly so his wet and softening dick slid out of Chris, but still held him, not wanting to move.
When, finally, they both knew they needed to sort themselves out and clean up before someone came looking for them Chris looked around. There was oil everywhere - handprints and smears as well as huge drips, and he could feel the slick wet between his buttocks. He found the shoe he had kicked off and pulled up his trousers, then started trying to button his shirt over his semen-soaked belly.
Before he was even half done Ray grabbed him into another searing kiss and held him tightly.
“An’ don’t let any thoughts ‘bout what we jus’ got up to distract you when you do yer assessment tomorrow, right?” he whispered in Chris’s ear. “An’ don’t expect this to ‘appen every time we’re in a shoot out, neither,” he grinned.
Chris looked up, and saw the perfect grouping of shots in his target. He knew he’d be able to think about nothing else.