My Fic: Clothes Make The Man Pt 3/3 (9,200 words) (Due South, Slash, Fraser/Vecchio, NC17)
Ray sucked Fraser's cock again up into his fist and made some movements with his tongue that pulled a deep groan from Fraser, who stroked Ray’s head with both hands. Looking up, Ray smiled for a second and then repeated his actions.
“This is something else I always wanted to do,” Ray said thickly. Opening his mouth, he pushed the tip of Fraser’s cock against the inside of his cheek and rubbed it there, nibbling on it gently with his teeth. He released it, and Fraser swayed unsteadily on his feet. “I used to think about it all the time, of seeing your face when I did this.” Looking up at Fraser, he sucked hard, making Fraser cry out and grasp at his shoulders.
“Oh, Ray,” Fraser said breathlessly, “There are some things I’ve always thought about, too. Would you do something for me? Something I’ve always wanted?”
Ray looked up at him wonderingly. “Sure, Benny. What is it?”
Fraser took hold of his shoulders and raised him up so that they were looking into each other’s eyes. “Would you-I believe common parlance is-would you ‘fuck’ me?”
Ray’s eyes widened and his mouth went slack.
Fraser looked concerned. “Ray, did I say something wrong?”
“Jesus, Benny, you want me to have a heart attack? Warn me when you’re about to talk dirty. When you’re asking me to…” He swallowed hard. “You’ve always wanted me to…is that what you said?”
Fraser nodded.
“Say it again.”
“Fuck me, Ray.”
Ray smiled and kissed him hard, and in a second Fraser found himself being walked backwards towards the bed until his legs hit the frame and he fell back with Ray on top of him. Ray pulled away from their kiss and smiled into Fraser’s face. His eyes looked happy and excited.
“Hell, yes, Benny,” he said fervently, “I’ll fuck you. I’ll fuck you into the middle of next week if you’ll let me. Now, what have you got around here that’s slippery and won’t give me a rash?”
Benny tried to think while Ray moved back to suck his cock. “I have some herbal liniment.”
Ray shook his head. “Oh, no, Benny, not that horrible-smelling stuff your grandma used to make. What else you got?”
“Boot wax?” Fraser suggested hopefully.
“Try again,” Ray said curtly, licking him.
“Vegetable shortening,” Fraser said. “I suppose there’s that.”
Ray bolted into the kitchen and returned in a moment with the small metal tub. He was grinning broadly. “This is the stuff, Benny. It’s hell on fabric, but it works real good on skin.”
“I believe it is not especially healthy as a foodstuff,” Fraser remarked.
“I don’t care, Benny. I’m not gonna eat it.”
“It contains transfat, which was recently revealed to be a precursor to high cholesterol and-”
“Benny, for god’s sakes, I don’t wanna hear about cholesterol right now,” Ray said angrily. “Not just before we have sex.”
“But Ray, I was just-”
“Shut up, Fraser!” Ray suddenly turned and snatched something off the floor behind him. “Here we go,” he said. “I just thought of a practical use for a silk tie.” He wrapped it over Fraser’s mouth and tied it snugly at the side. “There,” he said with satisfaction.”
“Mmph bmph,” Fraser protested.
“Yeah, I know. And just to make sure that you don’t take it off-” He picked up Fraser’s lanyard, removed the slide and neatly tied Fraser’s wrists together before pushing his bound hands over his head. Fraser offered no resistance. Ray looked at him for a minute, stroking his hands across Fraser’s chest, through his armpits and down to his cock. “That looks good on you, Benny. You’re probably the first guy in the world to wear a lanyard and a tie at the same time. Now, if you don’t mind, maybe I can get back in the mood.”
Beginning at Fraser’s thighs, Ray began touching and mouthing his fine skin. He kissed his way up Fraser’s erection and took it into his mouth. Fraser squirmed, but Ray held his hips back against the sheets. Ray rubbed himself against the velvet of Fraser’s belly while Fraser tried to tell him something.
“You like my tie?” Ray asked, grinning. “It kind of keeps the bubbles in the champagne, doesn’t it?” Taking the shortening container in one hand, he dug two fingers inside and pulled out a dollop that he smoothed over his erection. “Of course, that’s not how I usually wear it, but on you, it looks good.”
Kneeling between Fraser’s legs, Ray finger-fucked him, starting gently, and gradually increasing the pace until Fraser’s muffled moans never stopped and he was writhing with need and overflowing with stifled words.
“Okay, Benny,” Ray said breathlessly, pushing Fraser’s knees to his chest. “I hope you’re ready for me.” Fraser nodded, his eyes eager. Ray entered him slowly and Fraser moved to meet him, urging Ray on with his moans of impatience. Ray cried out as he slid home, while Fraser whimpered, closing his eyes. He wrapped his legs tightly around Ray’s shoulders. “You like that?” Ray asked happily. “You like that, Benny?” Benny moaned indistinctly through the tie. “Ah, hell,” Ray said. “This just ain’t right.” With a swift movement, he loosed the tie from Fraser’s mouth and the lanyard from his hands. “Forget it,” he said, tossing them to the floor. “I gotta hear what you say, and I want you to touch me. But if you even mention cholesterol again-”
“Fuck me, Ray,” Fraser cried breathlessly.
“That’s more like it,” said Ray, complying.
As Ray began to move, Fraser made up for his former enforced silence with his passionate moans and appreciative comments about what Ray was doing to him.
“Oh, Ray,” he said, “it’s so deep. I want you, Ray. Please, Ray.”
Every word out of Fraser’s mouth excited Ray more, until he found a swift, hard rhythm that pleased them both. Although Ray usually spoke few words during sex, and those in a low, masculine murmur, Fraser’s uninhibited cries encouraged his own, so that without realizing it he was nearly shouting his excitement.
“Benny, you feel so good. Oh, god, Benny, you’re…it’s so good, Benny. I don’t know how long I can-”
When one of Fraser’s neighbors banged on the ceiling with a broom handle, neither even heard it over the sounds of their lovemaking.
They were both sweaty and panting with need, and Ray’s cock was so hard it almost hurt. Still he held on because Fraser was so perfect with his messed-up hair and the sweat sheen on his chest and forehead, the flush on his cheekbones, and his neglected cock so stiff that Ray knew a couple of good pulls would bring them both over the edge.
Ray put his hand between them and started stroking Fraser’s hardness. “I’ve always wanted to see you like this,” he gasped. “Oh, Benny. Benny, I’m gonna make you come.”
“Ray, Ray, Ray…” Fraser answered.
And then they started to fall, and they both knew it was coming, so Ray moved faster and Fraser grabbed Ray’s ass in both hands. With their mouths an inch apart, they cried out in chorus, coming so hard that neither spoke for minutes afterward.
The afternoon noises resumed around them: the sounds of traffic, of water moving through pipes and people calling out and climbing up the stairs. The broom handle banged again, four raps in quick succession followed by one angry thump.
Ray still lay on top of Fraser with his face pressed against the Mountie’s neck. “This building must be haunted,” he chuckled softly, nuzzling Fraser’s cheek.
“Ray?”
“Yes, Benny?”
“Do you think we were too loud?”
Ray snorted. “Honestly?”
“Yes, Ray.”
“Your whole apartment building knows we did it.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, and maybe the people across the street, too.”
There was a pause. “Oh, dear.”
It was quiet for a long time, but this was not the icy silence from the aftermath of their shopping trip. This silence was companionable, punctuated by the sounds of lips against lips and soft sighs of contentment. Finally, Ray stretched, glanced at the window and sighed.
“It’s getting late. I told Ma I’d be home for dinner. Why don’t you come with me, Benny?”
“Won’t she mind?”
“Nah, my family loves you. Maybe a little too much, if you get my meaning. God, Frannie’s gonna kill me if she ever finds out. So, will you come?”
“Yes, Ray. Thank you kindly.”
With a last kiss and a caress of his lips down Fraser’s chest, Ray got up and went to the sink, returning with a wet towel. They cleaned themselves up as best they could.
“This vegetable shortening is remarkably persistent,” Fraser remarked. “And very unhealthy.”
Ray chuckled, shaking his head. “You just couldn’t let that go, huh, Benny?” he said, patting his friend’s chest affectionately. Rising, he began to sort out the heap of clothing on the floor. “So, why do you have vegetable shortening in your house, anyway, if it’s so unhealthy? You been baking pies or something? Or were you planning to have sex?” He threw Fraser an evil grin.
“No, Ray, the thought never crossed my mind. I borrowed it from Mrs. Martinez to grease the door hinge.”
Ray picked up the container and looked at it. The trail of his hasty fingers through the white gunk was clearly visible. “You mean you have to return this?”
“Yes, of course.”
Ray took it into the kitchen and put it down on the counter. “I think you better buy her a new one.”
“Do you think, so, Ray?”
“Well, yeah. We used it for sex, Benny. What if she wants to cook with it? Yuck.”
“Sex is a bodily function, just like eating,” Fraser said stubbornly.
Ray came out and started sorting clothes again. “You win, Benny. I’m sure not in the mood for a fight.” He laughed and held out Benny’s shorts. “So, Benny?”
“Yes, Ray?” Joining Ray in the center of the room, Fraser took the proffered shorts and pulled them on. He picked up Ray’s silk briefs and felt the texture for a second before handing them to his partner.
Ray smiled as he took them. “Do you know you’re the most irritating man in the world?”
“I don’t know why you say that, Ray. I merely wanted clothing I could be comfortable in.”
Ray knelt to put on Fraser’s socks and garters as Fraser held up each foot in turn. He stood to look at his handiwork. “Hey, I wouldn’t wear what you wear, but I guess your clothes ain’t so bad. You’d look good in anything.”
“Your clothes suit you as well. They complement your physique.” Picking up the lanyard and the tie, Fraser held one in each hand and considered them carefully.
Ray snorted. “My physique. Such as it is.” He pulled on his briefs and socks and untangled his shirt from the pile on the floor.
Fraser looped the tie around Ray’s waist and pulled him close. “You sell yourself short,” he said seriously. “I’ve always enjoyed looking at you.”
Ray smiled and cupped his hand against Fraser’s face. “Is that so?” They kissed until Fraser released Ray and handed him the tie. Ray looked at it ruefully. “This was a nice tie. I think it’s ruined.”
Fraser held out his hand. “You see, the lanyard isn’t damaged at all.”
Ray looked annoyed. “Don’t gloat, Fraser. It’s unbecoming.”
“I’d like to buy you a new tie, Ray.” Fraser tucked his shirt into his pants and started lacing up his boots.
“Hey, I’d like that, Benny. Anytime you want to go shopping again, count me in. Just as long as it ends like this.” Fully dressed, Ray watched Fraser buckle on his Sam Browne. “Maybe it would be better if we didn’t try to buy you any clothes for a while though, Benny. I just don’t think you’re ever gonna see it my way.”
“Understood. There is, however, one more thing I’d like to try on.” He stood and looked at Ray searchingly.
“Wow, Benny, you’re kidding. You mean there was something you liked? Which suit was it? I bet it was that blue silk and linen. Or was it the brown one? That cream shirt was nice.”
“No, Ray, I’m afraid it wasn’t any of those,” Fraser said, approaching Ray and taking hold of his waist under his jacket.
“What was it, then?” Ray looked puzzled.
“It was you,” Fraser said softly. “I’d like to try you on.”
Ray’s grin was dazzling. “You’re on, Benny. How about tonight? After dinner? We’ll come back here.”
“I don’t have any pressing engagements.” They held each other and kissed deeply.
Ray shook his head. “That uniform gets in my way. The belt is so damn uncomfortable. How can you stand it? If we didn’t have to go, I’d rip it off you right now.”
“Later, Ray.” Fraser smiled.
“You have to admit I found a good use for a tie. Didn’t I?” Ray said smugly. “You didn’t think I could do it.”
“You’re right, Ray,” said Fraser. “It will never rival the lanyard, but I can think of one or two other uses for it. I’ll show you tonight.”
The door closed behind them as they walked through the hall and down the stairs, still laughing.
The End
“This is something else I always wanted to do,” Ray said thickly. Opening his mouth, he pushed the tip of Fraser’s cock against the inside of his cheek and rubbed it there, nibbling on it gently with his teeth. He released it, and Fraser swayed unsteadily on his feet. “I used to think about it all the time, of seeing your face when I did this.” Looking up at Fraser, he sucked hard, making Fraser cry out and grasp at his shoulders.
“Oh, Ray,” Fraser said breathlessly, “There are some things I’ve always thought about, too. Would you do something for me? Something I’ve always wanted?”
Ray looked up at him wonderingly. “Sure, Benny. What is it?”
Fraser took hold of his shoulders and raised him up so that they were looking into each other’s eyes. “Would you-I believe common parlance is-would you ‘fuck’ me?”
Ray’s eyes widened and his mouth went slack.
Fraser looked concerned. “Ray, did I say something wrong?”
“Jesus, Benny, you want me to have a heart attack? Warn me when you’re about to talk dirty. When you’re asking me to…” He swallowed hard. “You’ve always wanted me to…is that what you said?”
Fraser nodded.
“Say it again.”
“Fuck me, Ray.”
Ray smiled and kissed him hard, and in a second Fraser found himself being walked backwards towards the bed until his legs hit the frame and he fell back with Ray on top of him. Ray pulled away from their kiss and smiled into Fraser’s face. His eyes looked happy and excited.
“Hell, yes, Benny,” he said fervently, “I’ll fuck you. I’ll fuck you into the middle of next week if you’ll let me. Now, what have you got around here that’s slippery and won’t give me a rash?”
Benny tried to think while Ray moved back to suck his cock. “I have some herbal liniment.”
Ray shook his head. “Oh, no, Benny, not that horrible-smelling stuff your grandma used to make. What else you got?”
“Boot wax?” Fraser suggested hopefully.
“Try again,” Ray said curtly, licking him.
“Vegetable shortening,” Fraser said. “I suppose there’s that.”
Ray bolted into the kitchen and returned in a moment with the small metal tub. He was grinning broadly. “This is the stuff, Benny. It’s hell on fabric, but it works real good on skin.”
“I believe it is not especially healthy as a foodstuff,” Fraser remarked.
“I don’t care, Benny. I’m not gonna eat it.”
“It contains transfat, which was recently revealed to be a precursor to high cholesterol and-”
“Benny, for god’s sakes, I don’t wanna hear about cholesterol right now,” Ray said angrily. “Not just before we have sex.”
“But Ray, I was just-”
“Shut up, Fraser!” Ray suddenly turned and snatched something off the floor behind him. “Here we go,” he said. “I just thought of a practical use for a silk tie.” He wrapped it over Fraser’s mouth and tied it snugly at the side. “There,” he said with satisfaction.”
“Mmph bmph,” Fraser protested.
“Yeah, I know. And just to make sure that you don’t take it off-” He picked up Fraser’s lanyard, removed the slide and neatly tied Fraser’s wrists together before pushing his bound hands over his head. Fraser offered no resistance. Ray looked at him for a minute, stroking his hands across Fraser’s chest, through his armpits and down to his cock. “That looks good on you, Benny. You’re probably the first guy in the world to wear a lanyard and a tie at the same time. Now, if you don’t mind, maybe I can get back in the mood.”
Beginning at Fraser’s thighs, Ray began touching and mouthing his fine skin. He kissed his way up Fraser’s erection and took it into his mouth. Fraser squirmed, but Ray held his hips back against the sheets. Ray rubbed himself against the velvet of Fraser’s belly while Fraser tried to tell him something.
“You like my tie?” Ray asked, grinning. “It kind of keeps the bubbles in the champagne, doesn’t it?” Taking the shortening container in one hand, he dug two fingers inside and pulled out a dollop that he smoothed over his erection. “Of course, that’s not how I usually wear it, but on you, it looks good.”
Kneeling between Fraser’s legs, Ray finger-fucked him, starting gently, and gradually increasing the pace until Fraser’s muffled moans never stopped and he was writhing with need and overflowing with stifled words.
“Okay, Benny,” Ray said breathlessly, pushing Fraser’s knees to his chest. “I hope you’re ready for me.” Fraser nodded, his eyes eager. Ray entered him slowly and Fraser moved to meet him, urging Ray on with his moans of impatience. Ray cried out as he slid home, while Fraser whimpered, closing his eyes. He wrapped his legs tightly around Ray’s shoulders. “You like that?” Ray asked happily. “You like that, Benny?” Benny moaned indistinctly through the tie. “Ah, hell,” Ray said. “This just ain’t right.” With a swift movement, he loosed the tie from Fraser’s mouth and the lanyard from his hands. “Forget it,” he said, tossing them to the floor. “I gotta hear what you say, and I want you to touch me. But if you even mention cholesterol again-”
“Fuck me, Ray,” Fraser cried breathlessly.
“That’s more like it,” said Ray, complying.
As Ray began to move, Fraser made up for his former enforced silence with his passionate moans and appreciative comments about what Ray was doing to him.
“Oh, Ray,” he said, “it’s so deep. I want you, Ray. Please, Ray.”
Every word out of Fraser’s mouth excited Ray more, until he found a swift, hard rhythm that pleased them both. Although Ray usually spoke few words during sex, and those in a low, masculine murmur, Fraser’s uninhibited cries encouraged his own, so that without realizing it he was nearly shouting his excitement.
“Benny, you feel so good. Oh, god, Benny, you’re…it’s so good, Benny. I don’t know how long I can-”
When one of Fraser’s neighbors banged on the ceiling with a broom handle, neither even heard it over the sounds of their lovemaking.
They were both sweaty and panting with need, and Ray’s cock was so hard it almost hurt. Still he held on because Fraser was so perfect with his messed-up hair and the sweat sheen on his chest and forehead, the flush on his cheekbones, and his neglected cock so stiff that Ray knew a couple of good pulls would bring them both over the edge.
Ray put his hand between them and started stroking Fraser’s hardness. “I’ve always wanted to see you like this,” he gasped. “Oh, Benny. Benny, I’m gonna make you come.”
“Ray, Ray, Ray…” Fraser answered.
And then they started to fall, and they both knew it was coming, so Ray moved faster and Fraser grabbed Ray’s ass in both hands. With their mouths an inch apart, they cried out in chorus, coming so hard that neither spoke for minutes afterward.
The afternoon noises resumed around them: the sounds of traffic, of water moving through pipes and people calling out and climbing up the stairs. The broom handle banged again, four raps in quick succession followed by one angry thump.
Ray still lay on top of Fraser with his face pressed against the Mountie’s neck. “This building must be haunted,” he chuckled softly, nuzzling Fraser’s cheek.
“Ray?”
“Yes, Benny?”
“Do you think we were too loud?”
Ray snorted. “Honestly?”
“Yes, Ray.”
“Your whole apartment building knows we did it.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, and maybe the people across the street, too.”
There was a pause. “Oh, dear.”
It was quiet for a long time, but this was not the icy silence from the aftermath of their shopping trip. This silence was companionable, punctuated by the sounds of lips against lips and soft sighs of contentment. Finally, Ray stretched, glanced at the window and sighed.
“It’s getting late. I told Ma I’d be home for dinner. Why don’t you come with me, Benny?”
“Won’t she mind?”
“Nah, my family loves you. Maybe a little too much, if you get my meaning. God, Frannie’s gonna kill me if she ever finds out. So, will you come?”
“Yes, Ray. Thank you kindly.”
With a last kiss and a caress of his lips down Fraser’s chest, Ray got up and went to the sink, returning with a wet towel. They cleaned themselves up as best they could.
“This vegetable shortening is remarkably persistent,” Fraser remarked. “And very unhealthy.”
Ray chuckled, shaking his head. “You just couldn’t let that go, huh, Benny?” he said, patting his friend’s chest affectionately. Rising, he began to sort out the heap of clothing on the floor. “So, why do you have vegetable shortening in your house, anyway, if it’s so unhealthy? You been baking pies or something? Or were you planning to have sex?” He threw Fraser an evil grin.
“No, Ray, the thought never crossed my mind. I borrowed it from Mrs. Martinez to grease the door hinge.”
Ray picked up the container and looked at it. The trail of his hasty fingers through the white gunk was clearly visible. “You mean you have to return this?”
“Yes, of course.”
Ray took it into the kitchen and put it down on the counter. “I think you better buy her a new one.”
“Do you think, so, Ray?”
“Well, yeah. We used it for sex, Benny. What if she wants to cook with it? Yuck.”
“Sex is a bodily function, just like eating,” Fraser said stubbornly.
Ray came out and started sorting clothes again. “You win, Benny. I’m sure not in the mood for a fight.” He laughed and held out Benny’s shorts. “So, Benny?”
“Yes, Ray?” Joining Ray in the center of the room, Fraser took the proffered shorts and pulled them on. He picked up Ray’s silk briefs and felt the texture for a second before handing them to his partner.
Ray smiled as he took them. “Do you know you’re the most irritating man in the world?”
“I don’t know why you say that, Ray. I merely wanted clothing I could be comfortable in.”
Ray knelt to put on Fraser’s socks and garters as Fraser held up each foot in turn. He stood to look at his handiwork. “Hey, I wouldn’t wear what you wear, but I guess your clothes ain’t so bad. You’d look good in anything.”
“Your clothes suit you as well. They complement your physique.” Picking up the lanyard and the tie, Fraser held one in each hand and considered them carefully.
Ray snorted. “My physique. Such as it is.” He pulled on his briefs and socks and untangled his shirt from the pile on the floor.
Fraser looped the tie around Ray’s waist and pulled him close. “You sell yourself short,” he said seriously. “I’ve always enjoyed looking at you.”
Ray smiled and cupped his hand against Fraser’s face. “Is that so?” They kissed until Fraser released Ray and handed him the tie. Ray looked at it ruefully. “This was a nice tie. I think it’s ruined.”
Fraser held out his hand. “You see, the lanyard isn’t damaged at all.”
Ray looked annoyed. “Don’t gloat, Fraser. It’s unbecoming.”
“I’d like to buy you a new tie, Ray.” Fraser tucked his shirt into his pants and started lacing up his boots.
“Hey, I’d like that, Benny. Anytime you want to go shopping again, count me in. Just as long as it ends like this.” Fully dressed, Ray watched Fraser buckle on his Sam Browne. “Maybe it would be better if we didn’t try to buy you any clothes for a while though, Benny. I just don’t think you’re ever gonna see it my way.”
“Understood. There is, however, one more thing I’d like to try on.” He stood and looked at Ray searchingly.
“Wow, Benny, you’re kidding. You mean there was something you liked? Which suit was it? I bet it was that blue silk and linen. Or was it the brown one? That cream shirt was nice.”
“No, Ray, I’m afraid it wasn’t any of those,” Fraser said, approaching Ray and taking hold of his waist under his jacket.
“What was it, then?” Ray looked puzzled.
“It was you,” Fraser said softly. “I’d like to try you on.”
Ray’s grin was dazzling. “You’re on, Benny. How about tonight? After dinner? We’ll come back here.”
“I don’t have any pressing engagements.” They held each other and kissed deeply.
Ray shook his head. “That uniform gets in my way. The belt is so damn uncomfortable. How can you stand it? If we didn’t have to go, I’d rip it off you right now.”
“Later, Ray.” Fraser smiled.
“You have to admit I found a good use for a tie. Didn’t I?” Ray said smugly. “You didn’t think I could do it.”
“You’re right, Ray,” said Fraser. “It will never rival the lanyard, but I can think of one or two other uses for it. I’ll show you tonight.”
The door closed behind them as they walked through the hall and down the stairs, still laughing.
The End