Get a Grip on my Boy Racer Rollbar by Loz
Title: Get a Grip on my Boy Racer Rollbar
Pairing: Fraser/Vecchio
Rating: NC-17
Author: Loz (lozenger8)
Notes: Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. This is the first explicitly porntastic story I’ve written and I’m a jitterbug. The fic is third person Ray P.O.V and pretty much just smut. The title is a line from "I'm in Love with my Car" by Queen.
Word Count: 2200+ words.
Prompt: 90. Fraser/Vecchio - Fraser has to make up the Riv being shot and exploding (riv death v. 1)
Okay, so the stake-out wasn’t exactly what you’d call successful, but Ray figured it didn’t matter much because at least he and Fraser were having some alone time. There hadn’t been much of that lately, and what there had been was mired in tension thick enough to spread on toast. He and Fraser had been uncomfortable with each other. Very uncomfortable. It was his fault. Well, it was Fraser’s fault too. But really, it was his fault. He couldn’t help it. He’d tried. He’d done this thing that Frannie had suggested, writing a letter of mourning, burning it, and letting the ashes float on the breeze. But it hadn’t done anything except make him feel like a great big goof in an Armani suit and expensive shoes. He missed the Riv. That car was a part of his life-force. It was everything he knew he’d never be and everything he had been and God, what he wouldn’t give to be stroking that green rear fender again. The gas tank had been eleven inches from that rear fender. Oh yeah, he remembered the measurement, because hearing Fraser say that he had to shoot had been like a knife to the chest.
Still, he knew he couldn’t stay mad forever. Fraser was his best friend, not just his betrayer. And there was this look Fraser did that made the fine hairs on the back of Ray’s neck come standing to attention. Not just them, either. It was at this moment that Fraser was gazing at him, eyes somehow shining bluer than blue in the darkness. A surge of excitement jolted through Ray’s system but he tried to keep his composure. He leaned back in his seat, as far as he could in this sardine can rental car.
“Yeah, Benny?”
“Ray, I’ve been thinking,” Fraser started saying, before licking his lower lip.
“You’re always thinking. You never stop thinking. I’m pretty sure that in the morning you wake up thinking, spend the entire day thinking and follow it up by going to bed thinking.”
“Doesn’t everyone, Ray?” Fraser reasoned.
“Not like you. I know I don’t. So, come on, spill, what’s on your mind?”
Ray stopped looking at Fraser to alleviate some of the pressure he was feeling and opened the glovebox instead. He’d stashed three donuts there, out of sight of Dief, who luckily wasn’t with them at this current moment in time. He’d been taken by Willie to the community centre in retrieval of lost items - at least, that’s what Willie’d said, but Ray suspected it was more that the local teenaged girls were enamoured of the wolf and Willie was enamoured of them. Fraser didn’t say anything as Ray bit into the chocolate-coated donut, just licked his lip again and shifted uncomfortably in his seat. It was especially dark elsewhere in the alley, but light shone down from the moon in the sky and glinted off Fraser’s teeth.
Finally, Fraser spoke. “I need to make it up to you.”
“Make what up to me?” Ray said, mouth half-full.
“The explosion of your Buick Rivera, Ray.”
“Aww Benny, you know you can’t do that. You’re not going to find another 1971 Riviera in mint condition, and even if you did, it would be worth half a year’s salary on what you get paid.”
“I wasn’t thinking of replacement, Ray.”
“No?”
“No.”
“What else is there?”
Fraser’s voice was kind of shaky and he squirmed again. “There aren’t… other things I could do for you which would make the pain more bearable, Ray?” Ray squinted at him, not understanding what he was getting at. Fraser, from what Ray could see, was starting to look the same colour as his uniform, all bright and shiny and red.
“For starters, you could stop being so damn apologetic all the time. What’s done is done, Fraser, even I know that.”
“Yes, Ray, but I feel terrible.”
Ray bit angrily into his donut and then turned back towards Fraser viciously.
“Good. You should feel terrible. I feel terrible. It’s like a little piece of my heart exploded along with my car, Benny. You can’t make something like that up, ever.”
“Ray.”
“What?” Ray exhaled forcefully. It was half-sigh, half-gale. Fraser caught his arm and made him concentrate on his face, all earnest and concerned.
“I’m sorry.”
“I know,” Ray said and let his head fall so his chin was resting on his chest.
It didn’t take very long for Ray to realise Fraser hadn’t taken his hand off Ray’s forearm. In fact, Fraser gently slid his fingers from wrist to elbow, making Ray arch back slightly and catch his breath.
“Uh, Benny?”
Ray knew that what he thought was happening was definitely not happening. Sure, the tension between them hadn’t always been car related and yeah, there were times when he questioned whether Fraser had any concept of personal space and knew he had no problem if he didn’t, but Fraser was not that kind of guy. Fraser was every other type of guy. Fraser was a guy unto himself. Even so, Fraser’s hand was still stroking him rhythmically and Ray felt the need to place it considerably lower.
When Fraser next spoke, his voice was deeper, thicker, more like a moan than a series of words. “Yes, Ray?” Ray felt his heart speed up, beating a samba.
“You wanna get out of here? I mean, we’ve been here for hours, you’d think that if the criminals were coming they’d have called first or something.” Ray was fully expecting Fraser to get back to being his usual professional self and exclaim that no, they had to remain exactly where they were and perform their duty.
“I think we better stay here, Ray,” Fraser said. Ray’s relief made itself known in a loosening of his shoulders. “After all, the backseat looks big enough for the both of us.” Ray turned as far as he could in his seat and stared, open mouthed - which was when Fraser placed his hand on the back of his head and dragged him forward into a kiss.
Ray had no idea what was going on other than the fact he was gliding his tongue along Fraser’s teeth and curling his fingers into his dark wavy hair. He moaned a little as he tried to get closer. It wasn’t shock anymore, it wasn’t surprise, it was an urgency for connection and the gearstick in this God-awful car was proving an insurmountable obstacle. That was, until the Mountie started leaning his chair back and dragging them into the backseat. He was way more flexible than he should be and somehow Ray found that he could be too.
It took several minutes of fumbling, but soon they were both relatively comfortable in the back of the car. Hands in new places. Lips on lips. Ray straddled over one of Fraser’s thighs, heat radiating between their two bodies. They kissed. Deep, soft, warm kisses which gave Ray the sensation of a thousand dancing butterflies in his stomach, all vying for first place in a beauty pageant. Fraser tasted sweet. Or maybe that was the donut from earlier. Either way, it was wonderful. Fraser’s lips were wonderful. Fraser’s tongue was wonderful. And Ray loved how it felt to have him under him like this - better than he’d ever let himself imagine in the darkness of the closet.
Fraser was softly easing his hand up underneath Ray’s shirt and he showed his appreciation with a muffled affirmation that this was the second best possible thing he could be doing in the world at this moment in time. The first was to come shortly after, as Fraser carefully started undoing his zipper. This was a good thing, a great thing, because Ray was hard and didn’t exactly appreciate the stretched fabric which denied Fraser easy access. In no time, his cock was in Fraser’s hand and he caught his breath at the feeling of soft skin against his own. It had been too long, way too long, since he’d been in this position, and if he wanted to tell the truth, he’d never been in this exact position before.
“Benny,” Ray said, his voice definitely not coming to him easily.
“Yes, Ray?”
“Stop.”
“Sorry?”
“Stop, you have to stop.”
Ray moved to the right, away from Fraser’s body. Fraser stared at him confused. He blinked and the expression was gone, replaced by a stony façade all too familiar to Ray from previous, usually less enjoyable, entanglements. But Ray didn’t give him enough time to get completely wound down. He edged forward and started tugging at the serge tunic, pulled hard at the suspenders underneath. Fraser’s smile returned and he allowed Ray the freedom to divest him of his restrictive attire.
“I thought…” Fraser said, then shook his head a bit. Ray shook his head too and smiled a gentle smile.
“Never mind what you thought. Don’t think for a moment, just feel. Can you do that?”
“I think so, Ray.”
After not too much time, Fraser’s bare skin was glinting in the moonlight. His broad chest with its little marks and imperfections felt warm and smooth under Ray’s hands as they sailed from the shoulders down, before Ray leaned forward somewhat awkwardly and started trailing a path of kisses. Fraser’s cock pushed against him, hard and wet. Fraser moaned deeply and Ray allowed himself to wonder if there was any sound sexier before continuing sliding his tongue along a line of taut stomach muscles.
Ray placed his hands on the outer curve of Fraser’s thighs and let his tongue glide against Fraser’s erection. He may never have done anything like this before, but judging from the sound Fraser was making, he was doing something right. Fraser’s body thrust softly against him as his lips wrapped around the head of his cock. Ray started circling his tongue slowly and deliberately and Fraser’s voice was gruff and staccato as he begged Ray to go faster. Ray spent a minute savouring the salt taste before finally heeding Fraser’s barely contained pleading. He moved with deft precision, up and down, letting Fraser fill his mouth. He was quick and exact and Fraser bucked against him, eventually losing control and thrusting hard, requiring Ray to make some adjustments in their positions.
Fraser let out a cry and his body racked and shuddered under Ray’s touch. Feeling Fraser come was a shock. He knew it would happen, he just didn’t expect it to feel quite like that. There was warmth and bitterness, but also a deep sense of gratification when he lifted his head and looked up. He saw Fraser’s head lolled back against the window, face flushed, eyes closed, with impossibly long eyelashes resting on his cheeks. It made Ray completely hard again and he’d just placed his hand on his erection when Fraser opened his eyes and brought his hands around his back, pushing Ray’s weight up his body.
Ray had to bend his head down to save from bashing it on the roof of the vehicle. They were almost entirely perpendicular and Fraser wrapped his hand around Ray’s cock and started sliding it rhythmically up and down. God, it felt so good. Unbelievably so. Ray’s body arched as far as it could as Fraser’s hand smoothed over his skin. Fraser had one hand on his buttocks, the other tantalised his cock and all Ray could think about was how he never wanted this moment to end, except he did, he totally did, he wanted to feel the electricity course through his body and leave him in dizzying heights. Ray felt the tension build and build all over until little shocks dashed colour at the back of his eyes and he was teased into oblivion. He came over Fraser’s chest and half-consciously nudged his body lower so he could bury his head in Fraser’s neck. Slowly and carefully he turned himself around so that he and Fraser were facing the same way and delighted in the arms wrapped around him.
“That was… wow. Benny, I had no idea.”
“I wish I had told you sooner, Ray.”
“Benny, you haven’t told me anything.”
“Haven’t I?”
“No,” Ray said matter-of-factly. “Is there anything you want to tell me?”
“Logic should dictate that it is fairly obvious how I feel about you, Ray.” Ray could tell Fraser was smiling, he had that affectionately mischievous tone in his voice.
“And I you, Benny. And I you.” Ray paused. “I’ve forgiven you for the Riv.”
Ray felt Fraser nod. “I thought you might. I still don’t think I’ve made it up to you though, Ray.”
“If it means more occasions like this, I really don’t mind what you think.”
“Very tolerant of you. Do you think, perhaps, we should move to clothe ourselves?”
“Nah, Benny. Not just yet.”
As they curled together, Ray finally realised just how small this car really was. He also realised that the efforts of their stake-out had yielded absolutely no results criminal-catching-wise. But that didn’t matter in the slightest, because he and Fraser had enjoyed some alone time - some quality alone time - and they were bound to have even more quality alone time in the future. Of course, if he ever did find another Riv, that backseat would be far more conducive to this sort of activity. And that was reason enough to start searching.
Pairing: Fraser/Vecchio
Rating: NC-17
Author: Loz (lozenger8)
Notes: Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. This is the first explicitly porntastic story I’ve written and I’m a jitterbug. The fic is third person Ray P.O.V and pretty much just smut. The title is a line from "I'm in Love with my Car" by Queen.
Word Count: 2200+ words.
Prompt: 90. Fraser/Vecchio - Fraser has to make up the Riv being shot and exploding (riv death v. 1)
Okay, so the stake-out wasn’t exactly what you’d call successful, but Ray figured it didn’t matter much because at least he and Fraser were having some alone time. There hadn’t been much of that lately, and what there had been was mired in tension thick enough to spread on toast. He and Fraser had been uncomfortable with each other. Very uncomfortable. It was his fault. Well, it was Fraser’s fault too. But really, it was his fault. He couldn’t help it. He’d tried. He’d done this thing that Frannie had suggested, writing a letter of mourning, burning it, and letting the ashes float on the breeze. But it hadn’t done anything except make him feel like a great big goof in an Armani suit and expensive shoes. He missed the Riv. That car was a part of his life-force. It was everything he knew he’d never be and everything he had been and God, what he wouldn’t give to be stroking that green rear fender again. The gas tank had been eleven inches from that rear fender. Oh yeah, he remembered the measurement, because hearing Fraser say that he had to shoot had been like a knife to the chest.
Still, he knew he couldn’t stay mad forever. Fraser was his best friend, not just his betrayer. And there was this look Fraser did that made the fine hairs on the back of Ray’s neck come standing to attention. Not just them, either. It was at this moment that Fraser was gazing at him, eyes somehow shining bluer than blue in the darkness. A surge of excitement jolted through Ray’s system but he tried to keep his composure. He leaned back in his seat, as far as he could in this sardine can rental car.
“Yeah, Benny?”
“Ray, I’ve been thinking,” Fraser started saying, before licking his lower lip.
“You’re always thinking. You never stop thinking. I’m pretty sure that in the morning you wake up thinking, spend the entire day thinking and follow it up by going to bed thinking.”
“Doesn’t everyone, Ray?” Fraser reasoned.
“Not like you. I know I don’t. So, come on, spill, what’s on your mind?”
Ray stopped looking at Fraser to alleviate some of the pressure he was feeling and opened the glovebox instead. He’d stashed three donuts there, out of sight of Dief, who luckily wasn’t with them at this current moment in time. He’d been taken by Willie to the community centre in retrieval of lost items - at least, that’s what Willie’d said, but Ray suspected it was more that the local teenaged girls were enamoured of the wolf and Willie was enamoured of them. Fraser didn’t say anything as Ray bit into the chocolate-coated donut, just licked his lip again and shifted uncomfortably in his seat. It was especially dark elsewhere in the alley, but light shone down from the moon in the sky and glinted off Fraser’s teeth.
Finally, Fraser spoke. “I need to make it up to you.”
“Make what up to me?” Ray said, mouth half-full.
“The explosion of your Buick Rivera, Ray.”
“Aww Benny, you know you can’t do that. You’re not going to find another 1971 Riviera in mint condition, and even if you did, it would be worth half a year’s salary on what you get paid.”
“I wasn’t thinking of replacement, Ray.”
“No?”
“No.”
“What else is there?”
Fraser’s voice was kind of shaky and he squirmed again. “There aren’t… other things I could do for you which would make the pain more bearable, Ray?” Ray squinted at him, not understanding what he was getting at. Fraser, from what Ray could see, was starting to look the same colour as his uniform, all bright and shiny and red.
“For starters, you could stop being so damn apologetic all the time. What’s done is done, Fraser, even I know that.”
“Yes, Ray, but I feel terrible.”
Ray bit angrily into his donut and then turned back towards Fraser viciously.
“Good. You should feel terrible. I feel terrible. It’s like a little piece of my heart exploded along with my car, Benny. You can’t make something like that up, ever.”
“Ray.”
“What?” Ray exhaled forcefully. It was half-sigh, half-gale. Fraser caught his arm and made him concentrate on his face, all earnest and concerned.
“I’m sorry.”
“I know,” Ray said and let his head fall so his chin was resting on his chest.
It didn’t take very long for Ray to realise Fraser hadn’t taken his hand off Ray’s forearm. In fact, Fraser gently slid his fingers from wrist to elbow, making Ray arch back slightly and catch his breath.
“Uh, Benny?”
Ray knew that what he thought was happening was definitely not happening. Sure, the tension between them hadn’t always been car related and yeah, there were times when he questioned whether Fraser had any concept of personal space and knew he had no problem if he didn’t, but Fraser was not that kind of guy. Fraser was every other type of guy. Fraser was a guy unto himself. Even so, Fraser’s hand was still stroking him rhythmically and Ray felt the need to place it considerably lower.
When Fraser next spoke, his voice was deeper, thicker, more like a moan than a series of words. “Yes, Ray?” Ray felt his heart speed up, beating a samba.
“You wanna get out of here? I mean, we’ve been here for hours, you’d think that if the criminals were coming they’d have called first or something.” Ray was fully expecting Fraser to get back to being his usual professional self and exclaim that no, they had to remain exactly where they were and perform their duty.
“I think we better stay here, Ray,” Fraser said. Ray’s relief made itself known in a loosening of his shoulders. “After all, the backseat looks big enough for the both of us.” Ray turned as far as he could in his seat and stared, open mouthed - which was when Fraser placed his hand on the back of his head and dragged him forward into a kiss.
Ray had no idea what was going on other than the fact he was gliding his tongue along Fraser’s teeth and curling his fingers into his dark wavy hair. He moaned a little as he tried to get closer. It wasn’t shock anymore, it wasn’t surprise, it was an urgency for connection and the gearstick in this God-awful car was proving an insurmountable obstacle. That was, until the Mountie started leaning his chair back and dragging them into the backseat. He was way more flexible than he should be and somehow Ray found that he could be too.
It took several minutes of fumbling, but soon they were both relatively comfortable in the back of the car. Hands in new places. Lips on lips. Ray straddled over one of Fraser’s thighs, heat radiating between their two bodies. They kissed. Deep, soft, warm kisses which gave Ray the sensation of a thousand dancing butterflies in his stomach, all vying for first place in a beauty pageant. Fraser tasted sweet. Or maybe that was the donut from earlier. Either way, it was wonderful. Fraser’s lips were wonderful. Fraser’s tongue was wonderful. And Ray loved how it felt to have him under him like this - better than he’d ever let himself imagine in the darkness of the closet.
Fraser was softly easing his hand up underneath Ray’s shirt and he showed his appreciation with a muffled affirmation that this was the second best possible thing he could be doing in the world at this moment in time. The first was to come shortly after, as Fraser carefully started undoing his zipper. This was a good thing, a great thing, because Ray was hard and didn’t exactly appreciate the stretched fabric which denied Fraser easy access. In no time, his cock was in Fraser’s hand and he caught his breath at the feeling of soft skin against his own. It had been too long, way too long, since he’d been in this position, and if he wanted to tell the truth, he’d never been in this exact position before.
“Benny,” Ray said, his voice definitely not coming to him easily.
“Yes, Ray?”
“Stop.”
“Sorry?”
“Stop, you have to stop.”
Ray moved to the right, away from Fraser’s body. Fraser stared at him confused. He blinked and the expression was gone, replaced by a stony façade all too familiar to Ray from previous, usually less enjoyable, entanglements. But Ray didn’t give him enough time to get completely wound down. He edged forward and started tugging at the serge tunic, pulled hard at the suspenders underneath. Fraser’s smile returned and he allowed Ray the freedom to divest him of his restrictive attire.
“I thought…” Fraser said, then shook his head a bit. Ray shook his head too and smiled a gentle smile.
“Never mind what you thought. Don’t think for a moment, just feel. Can you do that?”
“I think so, Ray.”
After not too much time, Fraser’s bare skin was glinting in the moonlight. His broad chest with its little marks and imperfections felt warm and smooth under Ray’s hands as they sailed from the shoulders down, before Ray leaned forward somewhat awkwardly and started trailing a path of kisses. Fraser’s cock pushed against him, hard and wet. Fraser moaned deeply and Ray allowed himself to wonder if there was any sound sexier before continuing sliding his tongue along a line of taut stomach muscles.
Ray placed his hands on the outer curve of Fraser’s thighs and let his tongue glide against Fraser’s erection. He may never have done anything like this before, but judging from the sound Fraser was making, he was doing something right. Fraser’s body thrust softly against him as his lips wrapped around the head of his cock. Ray started circling his tongue slowly and deliberately and Fraser’s voice was gruff and staccato as he begged Ray to go faster. Ray spent a minute savouring the salt taste before finally heeding Fraser’s barely contained pleading. He moved with deft precision, up and down, letting Fraser fill his mouth. He was quick and exact and Fraser bucked against him, eventually losing control and thrusting hard, requiring Ray to make some adjustments in their positions.
Fraser let out a cry and his body racked and shuddered under Ray’s touch. Feeling Fraser come was a shock. He knew it would happen, he just didn’t expect it to feel quite like that. There was warmth and bitterness, but also a deep sense of gratification when he lifted his head and looked up. He saw Fraser’s head lolled back against the window, face flushed, eyes closed, with impossibly long eyelashes resting on his cheeks. It made Ray completely hard again and he’d just placed his hand on his erection when Fraser opened his eyes and brought his hands around his back, pushing Ray’s weight up his body.
Ray had to bend his head down to save from bashing it on the roof of the vehicle. They were almost entirely perpendicular and Fraser wrapped his hand around Ray’s cock and started sliding it rhythmically up and down. God, it felt so good. Unbelievably so. Ray’s body arched as far as it could as Fraser’s hand smoothed over his skin. Fraser had one hand on his buttocks, the other tantalised his cock and all Ray could think about was how he never wanted this moment to end, except he did, he totally did, he wanted to feel the electricity course through his body and leave him in dizzying heights. Ray felt the tension build and build all over until little shocks dashed colour at the back of his eyes and he was teased into oblivion. He came over Fraser’s chest and half-consciously nudged his body lower so he could bury his head in Fraser’s neck. Slowly and carefully he turned himself around so that he and Fraser were facing the same way and delighted in the arms wrapped around him.
“That was… wow. Benny, I had no idea.”
“I wish I had told you sooner, Ray.”
“Benny, you haven’t told me anything.”
“Haven’t I?”
“No,” Ray said matter-of-factly. “Is there anything you want to tell me?”
“Logic should dictate that it is fairly obvious how I feel about you, Ray.” Ray could tell Fraser was smiling, he had that affectionately mischievous tone in his voice.
“And I you, Benny. And I you.” Ray paused. “I’ve forgiven you for the Riv.”
Ray felt Fraser nod. “I thought you might. I still don’t think I’ve made it up to you though, Ray.”
“If it means more occasions like this, I really don’t mind what you think.”
“Very tolerant of you. Do you think, perhaps, we should move to clothe ourselves?”
“Nah, Benny. Not just yet.”
As they curled together, Ray finally realised just how small this car really was. He also realised that the efforts of their stake-out had yielded absolutely no results criminal-catching-wise. But that didn’t matter in the slightest, because he and Fraser had enjoyed some alone time - some quality alone time - and they were bound to have even more quality alone time in the future. Of course, if he ever did find another Riv, that backseat would be far more conducive to this sort of activity. And that was reason enough to start searching.