Tilt by elementalv
Title: Tilt
Pairing: Ray K/Fraser
Rating: R
Author: elementalv
Prompt: #3 - Ray K. and Fraser meet in a low-key gay bar.
Notes: Thanks go to malnpudl, tx_cronopio and Betazed candymike for the comments and suggestions and helping me make sure it doesn’t suck.
~*~*~
All Ray could think about was getting a beer and a burger. His day hadn’t completely sucked, but between Fraser talking to thin air, Stella trying to crush his nuts in a vise and Welsh reaming him over the Martin case, he was ready to zone out for a few hours, maybe watch the game with Paul. This was why he didn’t notice the new guy at the Nook until he was practically in Ray’s face.
“Hey there! Why are you in such a hurry?” The guy gave him a slow smile, which Ray just blinked at for a minute while he waited for his brain to come up with an explanation. Once it did, Ray shook his head.
“Just here for some food is all,” he said, moving to walk around the guy.
“Come on, don’t be coy.” Ray figured the guy was trying to sound seductive or something, but he came off sounding kind of slimy, especially when he took hold of Ray’s arm. “All I want is to get to know you a little better. Nothing wrong with that, is there?”
Before Ray could answer, a big, meaty paw of a hand landed hard on the new guy’s shoulder, hard enough to make him let go of Ray. Mike, who was at least six and a half feet tall and built like a linebacker, leaned down and spoke quietly. “What’s wrong is he just told you why he was here. And I didn’t hear a single word about him wanting to get lucky tonight.”
“It’s none of your damn -” Ray smirked as the new guy learned just how strong Mike’s grip was.
“It’s very much our business.” Mike paused to add his other hand to the new guy’s other shoulder. “Ray, here, is like everyone’s little sister -”
That was going too goddamn far, even for Mike, and Ray couldn’t ignore it. “Fuck you!”
“And just like any big brother would, we all go a little nuts when some creep tries to get into his pants -”
Ray’s blood pressure went through the roof. “Screw this shit. I’m outta here.”
He was halfway to the door when Paul, who’d pulled bar duty that night, called out, “Your burger will be up in a few. You want Molson’s with that?”
Grumbling a little at how fucking predictable and easy he was, Ray stood there for a moment, trying to convince himself that he didn’t really need that burger. His stomach lodged a protest, so he turned around after a moment and walked past Mike and the new guy to get to the bar. He would have whacked Mike on the back of the head for calling him a girl, but Mike was busy giving the new guy etiquette lessons. Since Ray didn’t like to interrupt that sort of thing, he took a seat and scowled.
“Hey, Little Sis!” Paul leaned toward him a little, fake concern oozing all over the place. “Should you be in a big bad bar like this?”
“Fuck you, Carson. And you still owe me twenty from last week, so you’re buying tonight.” Ray snagged the peanuts and hunched over a little. After Paul put a Molson’s down, Ray asked, “You guys really think I’m a girl?”
“Absolutely.” At Ray’s glare, Paul amended that with, “Sort of. We keep an eye out for you. Make sure you don’t get hit on.”
“You do remember I’m a cop, don’t you?” Ray leaned in a little. “’Cause I’m telling you, I can kick heads with the best of ‘em.”
“Yeah. So?” Paul leaned on the bar and gave Ray a look that made Ray feel like he was maybe missing something in the conversation. “What would happen if you were to get into a fight here?”
“What did I just say about kicking heads? I’d show him who’s who is what.”
“Okay, so you kick the guy’s head open. Then he gets pissed off and calls the cops. Maybe gets you arrested for assault. At a gay bar.”
“Oh.” Ray suddenly saw what Paul was driving at. “Shit.”
“We don’t want to lose our token straight guy.”
“That all I am to you?” Paul’s comment irritated Ray. He’d been a regular at the Nook for over five years, and that crack made him feel like -
“Hell no.” Paul grinned - it was a full-bore sexed up smile that twisted Ray’s gut in a way he didn’t exactly expect - and added, “You’re everyone’s favorite fantasy. When you finally decide you’re ready to bat for the home team, you’ll have a lifetime of dates waiting for you right here.”
“What makes you think I’d ever do that?”
Paul raised his eyebrows. “You mean aside from the fact that you keep coming here?”
“Fuck off.”
Okay, sure, he’d considered the possibility, right after Stella walked out, when he’d been lonely and craving a warm body to hold. He’d given Paul a second look, because in addition to cooking a damn good burger and shooting a mean game of pool, Paul was also easy on the eyes. In the end, though, Ray didn’t do anything more than think about it and never said a word to Paul. As for the rest of the guys who hung out at the Nook, Ray liked them well enough, but none of them was ever going to convince Ray to jump the fence.
Laughing, Paul patted Ray on the cheek. “One of these days, my friend, a man’s going to walk through that door, and he’s going to light you up like a pinball machine. You won’t go there for one of us, but you will for him, whoever he might be.”
“Yeah, right,” Ray said, amused at the suggestion.
~*~*~
Two weeks later, Paul and Ray were sitting in the back corner, bitching about every little thing wrong with the Hawks when Ray looked up and did a doubletake. Jesus, thought Ray. Of all the gay gin joints in the world, he has to walk into mine?
Fraser was doing that casual thing he did sometimes and was wearing a sweater and his leather jacket along with jeans - a pair of jeans that did a very nice job of turning Fraser into sex on a stick, which, no surprise there. It didn’t much matter what he wore, since Fraser always looked like a walking invitation to be despoiled - something Ray automatically refused to think about on a day-to-day basis.
For the most part, Ray was pretty good at ignoring his low-level attraction to Fraser and getting on with work, because Fraser had long been filed away in the section of Ray’s brain called, “Pretty to look at. Don’t touch.” Now, though, with Fraser voluntarily entering a gay bar, Paul’s comment about Ray batting for the home team suddenly became much more than a remote possibility.
Ray narrowed his eyes as the sharks started shifting around Fraser and moving into position. No. No fucking way were they getting a shot at his partner, because Ray had certain inalienable rights - which was the point at which he realized any chance he had of getting back to just buddies with Fraser had gone down the toilet like a cherry bomb.
Even so, Ray thought he might have had a shot at it if Fraser had gone into his usual clueless routine, but he hadn’t. From the smile on his face, it was clear that Fraser knew damn well what was going on, which meant Ray knew damn well that Fraser was there for one thing, and one thing only. And fuck if Mike wasn’t already eyeballing him, with Fraser eyeballing Mike right back.
Paul said something, which Ray didn’t hear, and then he nudged Ray’s arm and said something else, which Ray did hear.
“Tilt.”
Ray didn’t even look at him. “No shit, Sherlock.”
“Get your ass in gear,” Paul said, shoving Ray to stand up.
“But -”
“But nothing, Little Sister. Go. Get laid.”
After giving Paul a mean, if mildly terrified look, Ray launched himself toward the bar and stopped maybe a foot shy of Fraser’s back. He hadn’t seen Ray yet, no way he could have, not with Mike making googly eyes and suggesting a more private place to get to know each other. Ray glared until he caught Mike’s attention then gave a short jerk of his head to wave him off. Mike glared back at Ray for a moment, and then irritation turned to shock as he figured out what was going on. After mumbling something to Fraser, Mike backed off.
“Perhaps another time then,” Fraser said, sounding a little disappointed.
“I don’t think so, buddy.” Ray hadn’t meant to sound like he was issuing a death threat, but really, there was no way in hell Fraser was going to do anything with Mike. Not if Ray was going to insist he had a say in it, no matter what Fraser might think.
“Ray?” Fraser turned sharply, and his surprise lasted all of two seconds before he got pissy. “I hardly think you’re in any position to tell me what I can and can’t do.”
Ray’s hormones had been doing a fandango ever since Fraser walked into the bar with intent to commit a social life, so Ray really wasn’t in the right frame of mind to be reasonable about this. Not with his dick all too interested in taking advantage of the new Fraser Rules.
“Like hell I’m not. Come on. We’re going to my place. Now.”
Fraser twisted his arm away as soon as Ray grabbed hold of it. “I’m on my own time, and America is, as they say, a free country.”
“Don’t care.” Ray captured Fraser’s arm again and moved them both two steps toward the door.
“You have no right -” Ray lost what little self-control he still had and pushed Fraser back against the bar. He used his weight to hold Fraser in place before tugging at Fraser’s head to bring him in close.
“I saw you first.” With that, Ray kissed Fraser hard.
He didn’t hold anything back and didn’t even worry he might be hurting Fraser, not with Fraser’s dick in a race with Ray’s to see which could get harder faster. Oh yeah. Pinning Fraser to the bar worked for Ray. It worked like the greatest kind of good, but what would work even better was pinning Fraser to the bed.
Ray softened the kiss so they could break it off and leave, but Fraser wasn’t having any of that. He grabbed Ray’s face with both hands, and his tongue got all kinds of pushy inside Ray’s mouth, which sort of pissed him off. As far as Ray was concerned, he still had primary tongue rights, and Fraser could wait his fucking turn. Just as Ray was about to reassert the supremacy of his tongue, Fraser won the argument using a little maneuver involving his left hip and Ray’s groin.
It was too much to deal with in any kind of sane fashion, so Ray gave it up and started humping Fraser’s leg. Things would have gone further - all-the-way further and in front of God and everyone - if Paul hadn’t poured some ice water over Ray’s head.
Ray backed away immediately, spluttering a few dire and creative threats, but everyone was laughing too hard to hear. Everyone except for Fraser, who looked ready to die of embarrassment and like maybe he wished he could sink into the floor, never to be seen again.
After a couple of deep breaths, Ray asked quietly, “Still want to hang out here?”
“Ah, no.” Fraser cracked his neck. “Your place, you said?”
~*~*~
The ride to Ray’s place was silent. They didn’t even look at each other once they got in the car. Instead, Ray looked straight out the windshield, and Fraser looked out the passenger window. It was probably just as well. If they started talking, there was every chance they’d talk themselves out of doing what they were about to do, because in the history of bad ideas, a cop fucking his partner had to be in the top ten.
The scary thing was that even though it was a bad idea, Ray couldn’t bring himself to care. What really mattered was the fact that he wasn’t actually freaking out over the thought of having sex with Fraser - Ben? - Nah. Fraser. All things considered, he thought he should be a little bit more jumpy over the evening’s turn of events rather than trying to decide if stopping for lube and extra condoms might scare Fraser off.
“I, uh -” Ray’s voice cracked. He swallowed once and glanced over at Fraser. “We’re gonna have to stop at a store. I don’t have -”
“There’s no need.” Fraser did his own swallow and glance. “I have everything we need.”
“Proper preparation, huh?”
Fraser let out a short bark of laughter, and that eased the tension in the car for all of five seconds. After that, the atmosphere grew thick again with everything they weren’t saying to each other. Ray wanted to tell Fraser this wasn’t a one-off, but he kept quiet. For all he knew, maybe that’s what Fraser wanted. Hell, maybe he would want it himself afterward. Ray wanted Fraser to tell him that this wouldn’t change anything, but that wouldn’t happen, not with the Canadian poster child for honesty. Things changed between them the minute Ray saw Fraser walk into the Nook. Mostly, though, Ray wanted them to be in his apartment five minutes ago, because he wasn’t sure he could wait much longer.
Thirteen and a half blocks later, Ray parked outside his building, and the two of them headed up, both still not talking. He shoved the key into the lock and opened the door, gesturing for Fraser to go in first. Ray followed, and before he could close the door properly, Fraser pushed him against it and held him there the same way Ray held Fraser to the bar - with his weight.
“Tell me you want this.” They were close enough that Ray could feel Fraser’s words brush against his lips, which was a dizzy, dizzy feeling.
“I want this. You.”
Ray emphasized his point with a slow grind of his hips against Fraser’s groin. Then just like that, Fraser got his hand into Ray’s pants in record time and was working Ray’s dick like nobody’s business. It happened so fast that Ray spent a couple of seconds helplessly jerking his hips before he remembered that Fraser wasn’t the only pushy bastard in the room.
With Fraser biting, licking and nibbling Ray’s neck, face and mouth, it took Ray another couple of seconds to get his shit together enough to be able to work on Fraser’s jeans, and man, oh man was it worth the wait. Ray didn’t think he’d ever made anyone sound quite the way Fraser did, once Ray started playing with his dick. It was a sound he wanted to hear more of, as often as possible. He slid his thumb across the top of Fraser’s dick, and Fraser shuddered hard in response, which made Ray shudder right back at him.
They must have had that duet thing going for them then, because they let go of each other’s dick at the same time and started humping each other, with Ray going a little crazy every time their dicks rubbed together. It felt so good and perfect that Ray couldn’t think beyond the sensation of it. They were kissing again, only this time, they were a little more in sync with the tongue thing, which felt like greatness times a thousand. And there was warmth, friction, wet, pressure and Christ -
Ray jerked his hips hard, giving into the sweet relief of coming, and fuck if Fraser wasn’t coming, too. Just the idea of it, the idea that Ray had done that for Fraser, his best buddy, was enough to make Ray wish they could do it all over again right that minute. Ray chuckled at the thought and dropped his forehead to Fraser’s shoulder. He was breathing hard and sweating like nobody’s business, and he’d never felt better in his life.
His voice shaky, Ray said, “Now the edge is off, ready to do this for real?”
Fraser, whose forehead was resting on Ray’s shoulder, whimpered a little. “I’m not sure I could survive this a second time tonight.”
“Yeah. Okay.” Ray’s breathing was starting to slow down a little. “We’ll get some sleep. Try again in the morning.”
Fraser slowly lifted his head and looked into Ray’s eyes for a long moment. “Why didn’t you tell me you were interested before now?”
“Didn’t know for sure until you walked into the Nook.” Ray lifted his hand to Fraser’s face and tried to smooth away his frown. “You’ve always been kind of untouchable, you know?”
“I’m not, though.” Fraser pressed his hips against Ray’s to emphasize the point.
“No shit, Fraser,” Ray said, laughing a little. “Sometimes I need a brick to the head to figure shit out. Anyway, it’s not like I ever did -”
When Ray cut off what he was about to say, Fraser frowned. Not being stupid, he asked, “How many men have you been with?”
“Including you?”
“Ray -”
“It’s good, Frase. It’s all good.” Ray nudged him backward. “Come on. Come to bed with me, okay?”
“But -” And there was that damn mule-stubborn look. “I shouldn’t have - I wouldn’t have - What this will do to our partnership is -”
“Never thought I’d see the day where you couldn’t finish a sentence.” Ray cupped Fraser’s cheek. “You should have, because I wanted you to.”
“I took advantage.”
“Stubborn -” Ray shook his head. “You didn’t take advantage. I wanted, want and will want this.”
“But -” Fraser looked like he was about to back away, so Ray held him a little tighter.
“You’re the only guy who’s ever made me tilt, so just -”
“I made you what?”
“Don’t worry about it.” Ray kissed him, keeping it as soft and gentle and loving as he could, which turned out to be the right thing to do. A lot of the tension eased from Fraser. “We’re good, you and me. All this does is add a whatsis - a counterpoint to our duet.”
“A counterpoint?” The way Fraser said it, all hopeful, made Ray want to cheer. He’d begun to think he wouldn’t ever get through to Fraser.
“Yeah. A counterpoint.” He kissed Fraser again for good measure and started moving them toward his bedroom. “Come on. We’ll get cleaned up and get some sleep. Rest up for round two, okay?”
After a moment, Fraser touched Ray’s face. “Okay.”
Pairing: Ray K/Fraser
Rating: R
Author: elementalv
Prompt: #3 - Ray K. and Fraser meet in a low-key gay bar.
Notes: Thanks go to malnpudl, tx_cronopio and Betazed candymike for the comments and suggestions and helping me make sure it doesn’t suck.
~*~*~
All Ray could think about was getting a beer and a burger. His day hadn’t completely sucked, but between Fraser talking to thin air, Stella trying to crush his nuts in a vise and Welsh reaming him over the Martin case, he was ready to zone out for a few hours, maybe watch the game with Paul. This was why he didn’t notice the new guy at the Nook until he was practically in Ray’s face.
“Hey there! Why are you in such a hurry?” The guy gave him a slow smile, which Ray just blinked at for a minute while he waited for his brain to come up with an explanation. Once it did, Ray shook his head.
“Just here for some food is all,” he said, moving to walk around the guy.
“Come on, don’t be coy.” Ray figured the guy was trying to sound seductive or something, but he came off sounding kind of slimy, especially when he took hold of Ray’s arm. “All I want is to get to know you a little better. Nothing wrong with that, is there?”
Before Ray could answer, a big, meaty paw of a hand landed hard on the new guy’s shoulder, hard enough to make him let go of Ray. Mike, who was at least six and a half feet tall and built like a linebacker, leaned down and spoke quietly. “What’s wrong is he just told you why he was here. And I didn’t hear a single word about him wanting to get lucky tonight.”
“It’s none of your damn -” Ray smirked as the new guy learned just how strong Mike’s grip was.
“It’s very much our business.” Mike paused to add his other hand to the new guy’s other shoulder. “Ray, here, is like everyone’s little sister -”
That was going too goddamn far, even for Mike, and Ray couldn’t ignore it. “Fuck you!”
“And just like any big brother would, we all go a little nuts when some creep tries to get into his pants -”
Ray’s blood pressure went through the roof. “Screw this shit. I’m outta here.”
He was halfway to the door when Paul, who’d pulled bar duty that night, called out, “Your burger will be up in a few. You want Molson’s with that?”
Grumbling a little at how fucking predictable and easy he was, Ray stood there for a moment, trying to convince himself that he didn’t really need that burger. His stomach lodged a protest, so he turned around after a moment and walked past Mike and the new guy to get to the bar. He would have whacked Mike on the back of the head for calling him a girl, but Mike was busy giving the new guy etiquette lessons. Since Ray didn’t like to interrupt that sort of thing, he took a seat and scowled.
“Hey, Little Sis!” Paul leaned toward him a little, fake concern oozing all over the place. “Should you be in a big bad bar like this?”
“Fuck you, Carson. And you still owe me twenty from last week, so you’re buying tonight.” Ray snagged the peanuts and hunched over a little. After Paul put a Molson’s down, Ray asked, “You guys really think I’m a girl?”
“Absolutely.” At Ray’s glare, Paul amended that with, “Sort of. We keep an eye out for you. Make sure you don’t get hit on.”
“You do remember I’m a cop, don’t you?” Ray leaned in a little. “’Cause I’m telling you, I can kick heads with the best of ‘em.”
“Yeah. So?” Paul leaned on the bar and gave Ray a look that made Ray feel like he was maybe missing something in the conversation. “What would happen if you were to get into a fight here?”
“What did I just say about kicking heads? I’d show him who’s who is what.”
“Okay, so you kick the guy’s head open. Then he gets pissed off and calls the cops. Maybe gets you arrested for assault. At a gay bar.”
“Oh.” Ray suddenly saw what Paul was driving at. “Shit.”
“We don’t want to lose our token straight guy.”
“That all I am to you?” Paul’s comment irritated Ray. He’d been a regular at the Nook for over five years, and that crack made him feel like -
“Hell no.” Paul grinned - it was a full-bore sexed up smile that twisted Ray’s gut in a way he didn’t exactly expect - and added, “You’re everyone’s favorite fantasy. When you finally decide you’re ready to bat for the home team, you’ll have a lifetime of dates waiting for you right here.”
“What makes you think I’d ever do that?”
Paul raised his eyebrows. “You mean aside from the fact that you keep coming here?”
“Fuck off.”
Okay, sure, he’d considered the possibility, right after Stella walked out, when he’d been lonely and craving a warm body to hold. He’d given Paul a second look, because in addition to cooking a damn good burger and shooting a mean game of pool, Paul was also easy on the eyes. In the end, though, Ray didn’t do anything more than think about it and never said a word to Paul. As for the rest of the guys who hung out at the Nook, Ray liked them well enough, but none of them was ever going to convince Ray to jump the fence.
Laughing, Paul patted Ray on the cheek. “One of these days, my friend, a man’s going to walk through that door, and he’s going to light you up like a pinball machine. You won’t go there for one of us, but you will for him, whoever he might be.”
“Yeah, right,” Ray said, amused at the suggestion.
~*~*~
Two weeks later, Paul and Ray were sitting in the back corner, bitching about every little thing wrong with the Hawks when Ray looked up and did a doubletake. Jesus, thought Ray. Of all the gay gin joints in the world, he has to walk into mine?
Fraser was doing that casual thing he did sometimes and was wearing a sweater and his leather jacket along with jeans - a pair of jeans that did a very nice job of turning Fraser into sex on a stick, which, no surprise there. It didn’t much matter what he wore, since Fraser always looked like a walking invitation to be despoiled - something Ray automatically refused to think about on a day-to-day basis.
For the most part, Ray was pretty good at ignoring his low-level attraction to Fraser and getting on with work, because Fraser had long been filed away in the section of Ray’s brain called, “Pretty to look at. Don’t touch.” Now, though, with Fraser voluntarily entering a gay bar, Paul’s comment about Ray batting for the home team suddenly became much more than a remote possibility.
Ray narrowed his eyes as the sharks started shifting around Fraser and moving into position. No. No fucking way were they getting a shot at his partner, because Ray had certain inalienable rights - which was the point at which he realized any chance he had of getting back to just buddies with Fraser had gone down the toilet like a cherry bomb.
Even so, Ray thought he might have had a shot at it if Fraser had gone into his usual clueless routine, but he hadn’t. From the smile on his face, it was clear that Fraser knew damn well what was going on, which meant Ray knew damn well that Fraser was there for one thing, and one thing only. And fuck if Mike wasn’t already eyeballing him, with Fraser eyeballing Mike right back.
Paul said something, which Ray didn’t hear, and then he nudged Ray’s arm and said something else, which Ray did hear.
“Tilt.”
Ray didn’t even look at him. “No shit, Sherlock.”
“Get your ass in gear,” Paul said, shoving Ray to stand up.
“But -”
“But nothing, Little Sister. Go. Get laid.”
After giving Paul a mean, if mildly terrified look, Ray launched himself toward the bar and stopped maybe a foot shy of Fraser’s back. He hadn’t seen Ray yet, no way he could have, not with Mike making googly eyes and suggesting a more private place to get to know each other. Ray glared until he caught Mike’s attention then gave a short jerk of his head to wave him off. Mike glared back at Ray for a moment, and then irritation turned to shock as he figured out what was going on. After mumbling something to Fraser, Mike backed off.
“Perhaps another time then,” Fraser said, sounding a little disappointed.
“I don’t think so, buddy.” Ray hadn’t meant to sound like he was issuing a death threat, but really, there was no way in hell Fraser was going to do anything with Mike. Not if Ray was going to insist he had a say in it, no matter what Fraser might think.
“Ray?” Fraser turned sharply, and his surprise lasted all of two seconds before he got pissy. “I hardly think you’re in any position to tell me what I can and can’t do.”
Ray’s hormones had been doing a fandango ever since Fraser walked into the bar with intent to commit a social life, so Ray really wasn’t in the right frame of mind to be reasonable about this. Not with his dick all too interested in taking advantage of the new Fraser Rules.
“Like hell I’m not. Come on. We’re going to my place. Now.”
Fraser twisted his arm away as soon as Ray grabbed hold of it. “I’m on my own time, and America is, as they say, a free country.”
“Don’t care.” Ray captured Fraser’s arm again and moved them both two steps toward the door.
“You have no right -” Ray lost what little self-control he still had and pushed Fraser back against the bar. He used his weight to hold Fraser in place before tugging at Fraser’s head to bring him in close.
“I saw you first.” With that, Ray kissed Fraser hard.
He didn’t hold anything back and didn’t even worry he might be hurting Fraser, not with Fraser’s dick in a race with Ray’s to see which could get harder faster. Oh yeah. Pinning Fraser to the bar worked for Ray. It worked like the greatest kind of good, but what would work even better was pinning Fraser to the bed.
Ray softened the kiss so they could break it off and leave, but Fraser wasn’t having any of that. He grabbed Ray’s face with both hands, and his tongue got all kinds of pushy inside Ray’s mouth, which sort of pissed him off. As far as Ray was concerned, he still had primary tongue rights, and Fraser could wait his fucking turn. Just as Ray was about to reassert the supremacy of his tongue, Fraser won the argument using a little maneuver involving his left hip and Ray’s groin.
It was too much to deal with in any kind of sane fashion, so Ray gave it up and started humping Fraser’s leg. Things would have gone further - all-the-way further and in front of God and everyone - if Paul hadn’t poured some ice water over Ray’s head.
Ray backed away immediately, spluttering a few dire and creative threats, but everyone was laughing too hard to hear. Everyone except for Fraser, who looked ready to die of embarrassment and like maybe he wished he could sink into the floor, never to be seen again.
After a couple of deep breaths, Ray asked quietly, “Still want to hang out here?”
“Ah, no.” Fraser cracked his neck. “Your place, you said?”
~*~*~
The ride to Ray’s place was silent. They didn’t even look at each other once they got in the car. Instead, Ray looked straight out the windshield, and Fraser looked out the passenger window. It was probably just as well. If they started talking, there was every chance they’d talk themselves out of doing what they were about to do, because in the history of bad ideas, a cop fucking his partner had to be in the top ten.
The scary thing was that even though it was a bad idea, Ray couldn’t bring himself to care. What really mattered was the fact that he wasn’t actually freaking out over the thought of having sex with Fraser - Ben? - Nah. Fraser. All things considered, he thought he should be a little bit more jumpy over the evening’s turn of events rather than trying to decide if stopping for lube and extra condoms might scare Fraser off.
“I, uh -” Ray’s voice cracked. He swallowed once and glanced over at Fraser. “We’re gonna have to stop at a store. I don’t have -”
“There’s no need.” Fraser did his own swallow and glance. “I have everything we need.”
“Proper preparation, huh?”
Fraser let out a short bark of laughter, and that eased the tension in the car for all of five seconds. After that, the atmosphere grew thick again with everything they weren’t saying to each other. Ray wanted to tell Fraser this wasn’t a one-off, but he kept quiet. For all he knew, maybe that’s what Fraser wanted. Hell, maybe he would want it himself afterward. Ray wanted Fraser to tell him that this wouldn’t change anything, but that wouldn’t happen, not with the Canadian poster child for honesty. Things changed between them the minute Ray saw Fraser walk into the Nook. Mostly, though, Ray wanted them to be in his apartment five minutes ago, because he wasn’t sure he could wait much longer.
Thirteen and a half blocks later, Ray parked outside his building, and the two of them headed up, both still not talking. He shoved the key into the lock and opened the door, gesturing for Fraser to go in first. Ray followed, and before he could close the door properly, Fraser pushed him against it and held him there the same way Ray held Fraser to the bar - with his weight.
“Tell me you want this.” They were close enough that Ray could feel Fraser’s words brush against his lips, which was a dizzy, dizzy feeling.
“I want this. You.”
Ray emphasized his point with a slow grind of his hips against Fraser’s groin. Then just like that, Fraser got his hand into Ray’s pants in record time and was working Ray’s dick like nobody’s business. It happened so fast that Ray spent a couple of seconds helplessly jerking his hips before he remembered that Fraser wasn’t the only pushy bastard in the room.
With Fraser biting, licking and nibbling Ray’s neck, face and mouth, it took Ray another couple of seconds to get his shit together enough to be able to work on Fraser’s jeans, and man, oh man was it worth the wait. Ray didn’t think he’d ever made anyone sound quite the way Fraser did, once Ray started playing with his dick. It was a sound he wanted to hear more of, as often as possible. He slid his thumb across the top of Fraser’s dick, and Fraser shuddered hard in response, which made Ray shudder right back at him.
They must have had that duet thing going for them then, because they let go of each other’s dick at the same time and started humping each other, with Ray going a little crazy every time their dicks rubbed together. It felt so good and perfect that Ray couldn’t think beyond the sensation of it. They were kissing again, only this time, they were a little more in sync with the tongue thing, which felt like greatness times a thousand. And there was warmth, friction, wet, pressure and Christ -
Ray jerked his hips hard, giving into the sweet relief of coming, and fuck if Fraser wasn’t coming, too. Just the idea of it, the idea that Ray had done that for Fraser, his best buddy, was enough to make Ray wish they could do it all over again right that minute. Ray chuckled at the thought and dropped his forehead to Fraser’s shoulder. He was breathing hard and sweating like nobody’s business, and he’d never felt better in his life.
His voice shaky, Ray said, “Now the edge is off, ready to do this for real?”
Fraser, whose forehead was resting on Ray’s shoulder, whimpered a little. “I’m not sure I could survive this a second time tonight.”
“Yeah. Okay.” Ray’s breathing was starting to slow down a little. “We’ll get some sleep. Try again in the morning.”
Fraser slowly lifted his head and looked into Ray’s eyes for a long moment. “Why didn’t you tell me you were interested before now?”
“Didn’t know for sure until you walked into the Nook.” Ray lifted his hand to Fraser’s face and tried to smooth away his frown. “You’ve always been kind of untouchable, you know?”
“I’m not, though.” Fraser pressed his hips against Ray’s to emphasize the point.
“No shit, Fraser,” Ray said, laughing a little. “Sometimes I need a brick to the head to figure shit out. Anyway, it’s not like I ever did -”
When Ray cut off what he was about to say, Fraser frowned. Not being stupid, he asked, “How many men have you been with?”
“Including you?”
“Ray -”
“It’s good, Frase. It’s all good.” Ray nudged him backward. “Come on. Come to bed with me, okay?”
“But -” And there was that damn mule-stubborn look. “I shouldn’t have - I wouldn’t have - What this will do to our partnership is -”
“Never thought I’d see the day where you couldn’t finish a sentence.” Ray cupped Fraser’s cheek. “You should have, because I wanted you to.”
“I took advantage.”
“Stubborn -” Ray shook his head. “You didn’t take advantage. I wanted, want and will want this.”
“But -” Fraser looked like he was about to back away, so Ray held him a little tighter.
“You’re the only guy who’s ever made me tilt, so just -”
“I made you what?”
“Don’t worry about it.” Ray kissed him, keeping it as soft and gentle and loving as he could, which turned out to be the right thing to do. A lot of the tension eased from Fraser. “We’re good, you and me. All this does is add a whatsis - a counterpoint to our duet.”
“A counterpoint?” The way Fraser said it, all hopeful, made Ray want to cheer. He’d begun to think he wouldn’t ever get through to Fraser.
“Yeah. A counterpoint.” He kissed Fraser again for good measure and started moving them toward his bedroom. “Come on. We’ll get cleaned up and get some sleep. Rest up for round two, okay?”
After a moment, Fraser touched Ray’s face. “Okay.”