[fic: "Engines Cranking Heat", Rated MA. Fraser/Kowalski/Veccho, for Meresy!]
Title: Engines Cranking Heat
Author: Sionnain
Fandom: due South
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski/Vecchio
Rating: MA.
Genre: Established relationship, PWP.
Summary: Ray thinks it's a shame Fraser takes such brisk, efficient showers. He and Vecchio attempt to teach him to enjoy himself a little more. Really, this is just gratuitous porn, okay?
AN: Written for Meresy, on the happy occasion of her birthday. :D Meresy, you are without a doubt one of the best people in the entire world, much less fandom. I hope that this shower porn adequately expresses my admiration and happiness in being your friend. :D? ::mwah:: Thank you very kindly to inlovewithnight and Snoopypez for the beta, and to belmanoir for some brainstorming about hallway sex (our IM convos are made of win). I stole the title from Mr. Paul Gross's Robert Mackenzie, not because I equate shipwrecks with shower/hallway sex, but because the song features in the story. :D
I hope you like this, Meres, and that you have a birthday as awesomesauce as you! ::smishes forever::
Engines Cranking Heat
It was a lazy Sunday morning, the very best kind, with no reason to be up early and no work. Ray was taking advantage of this, sleeping in as late as he could and then lying in bed with Vecchio, dozing a bit, ignoring Dief's plaintive whine from the doorway.
"Don't worry, furface. Fraser's up, he'll get you food."
"Fraser already fed him," Vecchio said on the tail-end of a yawn. "He probably wants to go for a walk."
"Just go back to sleep," Ray said to Dief, raising his head so Dief could see him. "Enjoy the day off. You're a lot lazier than Fraser thinks you are. Do you really want to go for a five mile hike?" The fact he was actually making allowances so a deaf half-wolf could read his lips--not to mention trying to reason with one--well, life with Fraser meant getting used to a lot of weird shit. Dief whined, but he turned and padded out into the hallway. Ray could have sworn he heard Dief sigh.
"He might need to go to the bathroom, moron," Vecchio said, but Ray noticed Vecchio made no move to get up, either.
"Oh. Yeah." The water in the hallway bathroom started. "Fraser'll be out of there in two seconds anyway," Ray said, rolling his eyes. "You ever notice he takes the fastest showers, ever? Like it's okay when we all gotta ready for work, but it's Sunday. He should enjoy himself in there."
Vecchio, who was lying on his back with his hands behind his head, turned and smirked at him. "We all know how much of a fan you are of enjoying yourself in the shower, Stanley."
Ray hit him lightly on the arm. "Not what I meant, but are you complaining? I seem to recall someone saying God, Kowalski, you look so fucking hot like that not so long ago."
Vecchio laughed and grinned that smile of his, the slow one that made Ray forget what he was saying and want to jump him no matter what they were doing. "That must've been your other boyfriend."
"Nope. He don't ever call me Kowalski." Ray leaned over and kissed Vecchio lazily. Vecchio, who was always in a good mood when he got to sleep in and no one (that is to say, Fraser) woke him up before nine in the morning, opened his mouth and kissed Ray back. So Ray did what anyone with half a brain would do with a willing Vecchio and rolled half on top of him, deepening the kiss, pushing his hips lazily and grinning with satisfaction as he felt Vecchio's cock get hard.
And then Fraser started singing.
Vecchio snorted a laugh against Ray's mouth and pushed a little at Ray's shoulders. "I am not fucking to the sound of Fraser singing in Inuit or whatever, no matter how hot you are, Kowalski ." He reached up and tousled Ray's hair, which Ray didn't yell at him for, because he was still drowsy and now turned on, and plus, Ray loved the stupid bastard.
"You want I should turn on the radio?" Ray asked, nodding towards the alarm clock-radio combination. They hardly ever used it for an alarm, because they had a Mountie who woke them up. But sometimes he did so with blowjobs, and that was a lot better than the idiot DJs on 96.9 FM. Then again, sometimes they had a furry half-wolf who put his cold nose in their faces, and in those instances, Ray would definitely rather have the DJs.
Fraser's voice came soaring out of the bathroom. Thirty-two men on a Great Lakes boat...
"Oh, no. It's worse than Inuit. It's the ship-wreck song again." Ray moved off Vecchio and stood up. "C'mon. For some reason, this song reminds me of almost drowning."
"That happens a lot around him," Vecchio agreed, throwing the covers off and standing up. "What, are we gonna go fuck in the living room?"
Ray actually considered that for a minute, but then shook his head. "Nah. We're gonna go teach Fraser about enjoying himself in the shower." Ray tugged at Vecchio's arm.
"Not that big of a shower, Kowalski," Vecchio said, but he let himself be pulled along towards the hallway. Probably because Fraser's song had reached the chorus--steel boats and iron men, thirty-two down on the Robert Mackenzie!--and he was singing so enthusiastically that the living room wouldn't be far enough away anyway.
It wasn't that Ray and Vecchio didn't like his singing--Fraser had a good voice, there was no denying it--it was just that his song choices tended to drive them both a little crazy. No matter how many times Ray and Vecchio played Born to Run in their respective cars, Fraser just did not take the hint. Which was too bad, because if he started singing She's the One in the shower, they could both die happily after they combusted from the sheer hotness of hearing him sing thunder in your heart at night, when you're kneelin' in the dark.
Not that they'd discussed that in-depth, or anything.
Ray opened the door to the bathroom, which was not as steamy as it was when he or Vecchio showered. In fact, it was barely warm in there. Ray shucked off his t-shirt and pushed down his boxers, and Vecchio pulled off his ridiculous striped pajamas (which Ray would never, ever admit to liking). They opened the shower curtain just as Fraser sang but the wind was blowing at such a rate--
"--we ended up drifting--Ray!" Fraser said, blinking, in the midst of soaping up his hair. "If you were in a hurry, you should have said something, I didn't realize you needed the--oh, hello, Ray. You--you both need the shower? I'm almost finished--"
"Benny, you got about four verses left of that song, don't lie."
Ray gave a low laugh at that. "You haven't gotten to the part where everybody drowned yet. Me and Vecchio just love that part."
Fraser blinked. "Well, that is the part the packs the most emotional punch, yes. Though, I myself find the verse at the end, about coming home someday, to be far more eloquent--"
"Kowalski was just kidding, I'm pretty sure," Vecchio said, and Fraser looked momentarily disappointed that Ray and Vecchio had not actually joined him in the shower to have a discussion about the musical merits of Robert Mackenzie.
Ray climbed into the shower, and then shouted, "Gah!" and tried to dodge the spray. To call the water temperature lukewarm would be generous. "Fraser! You know, we got hot water, here. You can use it."
"Of course I know that, Ray," Fraser said, looking as wounded as it was possible to look while standing naked in the shower with shampoo in his hair. "But you still have to shower, and Ray, too--"
"Are you kidding? Stanley doesn't bathe," Vecchio said immediately, right as Ray said,
"Vecchio doesn't need as much hot water, he doesn't have any hair."
They both grinned at each other.
Fraser made a huffy sort of sound. "Well, I'm nearly finished, so if you would like to turn the water up--mph."
Ray grinned as Vecchio demonstrated why they worked so well as a team and put his hand on Fraser's neck, pulling him down to kiss him. Ray took the opportunity to turn up the water to something that more clearly resembled warm.
Although watching Fraser and Vecchio kiss definitely amped up the heat by about a million degrees. And okay, maybe this should be weird for Ray, but the thing was--well,Vecchio was hot as fuck with his gorgeous eyes and his voice that made Ray want to drop on his knees six times a day, and the way he looked so goddamned good in a suit. And Fraser had an admittedly perfect ass and a blowjob mouth and a smile that just lit up fucking Chicago, and the way he looked in a uniform should seriously be illegal.
Ray appreciated all that stuff. He wasn't blind, or deaf, or stupid. But the thing that got him, the thing that made it perfectly okay to watch Vecchio and Fraser making out in the shower right in front of him, was that they were both so fucking loyal. Even Ray's abandonment issues couldn't fucking argue with a guy who took we always get our man so seriously that he jumped out of a moving plane onto an ice drift. It was pretty obvious that even Ray's twitchiness and his tendency to overreact and leave towels on the floor were not enough to send Fraser packing. Fraser stuck with things, all the way through, and he was sticking with him and Vecchio, no question.
And Vecchio--well, Ray and Fraser had gone to Vegas, they'd seen him sit on the stand and testify with cool, iron-clad calm, identifying former associates without so much as a change in expression. And then Ray had watched, back in their hotel room, while Vecchio systematically got drunk--something he rarely did--and rambled about how some of those guys, they weren't bad guys, all broken up about sending them to jail because Vecchio had a thing about not letting down people who trusted him. It was the same reason he'd stayed in his house even when his family was driving him crazy, because Vecchio wasn't going to be anything like his pop, a no-good piece of shit loser who always let down the people who trusted him.
So okay, if those two guys couldn't wrangle Ray's issues then he was probably hopeless.
For the moment, though, Ray wasn't thinking about his issues in the slightest. He was just thinking how hot it was that Vecchio and Fraser were kissing, and how he could sneakily turn up the water just a little bit more towards his preferred temperature without them noticing.
Ray grabbed the weird poufy mesh thing that had come free with the bodywash and dumped some on it. Vecchio had laughed when the bath pouf showed up in the shower, but Ray had seen him use it, so whatever. "You gotta learn to enjoy yourself" Ray said, soaping up Fraser's back, fingers running up and down the corded muscles.
"I am," Fraser said huskily. He cleared his throat. "Though I was actually enjoying myself before--ah, but this is much better," he added hastily.
"Good thing you said that." Ray passed the soapy bath thing over Fraser's shoulder to Vecchio, who began rubbing it over Fraser's chest. Ray pushed himself flush against Fraser's back and reached around, hands sliding over Fraser's skin, soapy and wet.Vecchio was smirking as his hand had moved down, and Ray had a pretty good idea what he was washing now. Fraser gave a low moan and his head went back, his mouth seeking Ray's.
Ray kissed him, sliding his tongue into Fraser's mouth. Fraser's hips were moving forward rhythmically, and Ray felt the mesh bath thing brush against his feet as the water carried it past him. Which meant Vecchio was just using his hands, and that was hot, god was that hot. Ray pushed his cock against Fraser's ass and settled his hands on Fraser's hips, moving his mouth to press open-mouthed kisses on Fraser's shoulder and neck.
Vecchio put one hand on Fraser's shoulder, meeting Ray's eyes with a warm, slow grin. Ray sucked Vecchio's fingers into his mouth, sliding his other hand around to join Vecchio's stroking over Fraser's cock. Fraser gasped and bucked his hips; Ray pushed lazily against Fraser and groaned as his cock slid hot against the cleft of Fraser's ass.
"You want we should get you off?" Ray asked, leaning down to bite Fraser's shoulder. "Or you want to keep singing? Hear me sing over the sea?"
Fraser made a choked noise and thrust shallowly into the circle of Ray and Vecchio's fingers. "Hear me call across the waves," Fraser managed, because he had an amazing ability to correct Ray and Vecchio even during sex.
"Benny," Vecchio said, amused. "Think that wasn't the answer Kowalski wanted."
"Oh," Fraser said, panting hard, tilting his head back to look at Ray. "I'm sorry, Ray, it's only that I thought you wanted--oh--to know--"
Ray gave an amused snort and slid his fingers in Fraser's thick, wet hair, shoving his head towards Vecchio. "Make him stop talking," he demanded.
Vecchio grinned and tugged Fraser's head down slow. Ray made a pleased sound at the sight of them kissing and pressed harder against Fraser, his free hand resting on Fraser's chest to anchor him in place. Vecchio pulled his mouth away and Ray felt Vecchio's fingers tighten around his own, and Fraser's cock pulse in response. "Yeah, come on, that's it," Vecchio urged him, fingers tangled with Ray's. "Come on, yeah, Jesus you look hot, come on."
Even Ray wanted to come when Vecchio used that voice. Fraser apparently did too; his body went tense and he gasped out Ray, then came hard over both their fingers. Sometimes Fraser could last forever during sex, which Ray got--sex was great, obviously--but he would bet his signed Andre Dawson bat that some part of Fraser was still worried about the water usage. Then again, he and Vecchio had perfected the art of getting Fraser off, so maybe they were just that good.
Fraser leaned back a little against Ray, breathing hard, his heart racing against Ray's palm. The water ran down over Fraser's body, making him look like he was starring in some kind of gay porno. Ray kissed Fraser's neck and then grinned at Vecchio over Fraser's shoulder. "Strong work."
"Yeah," Vecchio said, voice low. He tried to kiss Ray, but it was slightly awkward given their position and the crowded confines of the shower. There was some shifting around that ended in Ray nearly slipping and falling on his ass, and Vecchio accidentally elbowing Fraser in the stomach. And it was probably good for Ray to have a brief break from his current state of someone touch me now now now now, because an embarrassing domestic accident was not exactly how he wanted to end the morning.
"Seeing as how I have sufficiently enjoyed myself, perhaps I could bow out and let the two of you continue your shower?" Fraser asked, though his smile faded a bit and his voice took on a just-fucked version of his lecture-tone. "Though you may have to hurry, I'm not sure there is enough hot water left in the tank for any sort of prolonged encounter."
Vecchio snorted, running a hand over the back of his scalp. "It's a good thing Kowalski goes off like a rocket, then."
"Wow, Vecchio. Talk dirty to me some more," Ray said with a roll of his eyes, though he was grinning. He reached back to turn off the shower, then yanked open the curtain. "C'mon. I already know how to have fun in the shower, and so does Vecchio, so we don't gotta stay in here." He stepped out onto the floor, the bathroom warm from the steam. The second Vecchio got out of the shower, Ray was kissing him, holding Vecchio's hips and pushing his cock lazily against Vecchio's, which turned pretty quickly into not-so-lazily as they both got into it.
"Mmm," Fraser murmured, sounding pleased. "Perhaps we should move this to the bedroom." Vecchio and Ray groaned at that, because Fraser wanting to watch even after he'd gotten off was hot and they both liked that a lot. Ray was discovering he himself was kind of a kinky bastard, too, with the watching-and-the-being-watched thing he'd picked up. Which he was absolutely okay with, for the record, and he was pretty sure Vecchio was, too.
Maybe too okay, actually, because they only made it as far as the hallway before Vecchio stopped and pushed Ray hard, grabbed his hands and smacked his palms flat against the wall. Ray, who maybe had a Thing for Vecchio being aggressive (which Vecchio maybe knew because Ray told him about it all the time), dropped his head and gave a low groan. "Fuck." He was still wet--none of them had bothered with a towel--and oh God Vecchio was pushed up against him, hand grabbing roughly at the back of his neck, thumb rubbing lightly over the nape.
Vecchio kissed his way down Ray's water-slicked back, and then his knee wedged between Ray's thighs and spread his legs. "Stay still, Kowalski," Vecchio ordered huskily, and then Vecchio dropped to his knees behind Ray, his hands sliding up Ray's thighs to his ass. Vecchio spread him open, fingers gentle, rubbing against him and oh, fuck, fuck.
"You're getting water everywhere, Ray," Fraser chastised, but his voice was rough. "That might warp the floors, they're hardwood."
Vecchio's breath ghosted against him and Ray didn't even make a joke about him having hard wood, which was restraint, it really was. Instead, he just managed to say, "Refinished them last week, remember? Polyurethane, water can't get through," in order to make Fraser relax and enjoy the show. Ray tilted his head sideways to grin at Fraser. "Not your cabin in Canada, Fraser."
"Understood, Ray," Fraser said, and grinned back at him, his eyes warm.
"Told you to stay still, Kowalski," Vecchio murmured, and then his tongue was licking him and oh Jesus fucking Christ, Ray might have maybe won the lottery or something, here. His whole body felt like it might shatter apart, it felt so good, and the first time someone had suggested this (Fraser, probably--the man did like to lick things) Ray had to be talked into it, but now he would totally donate to a charity in honor of Things I Let My Boyfriends Talk Me Into, because God.
And then there were warm fingers on his cock, and unless Vecchio grew a third hand that meant it was Fraser jerking him off slow and good while Vecchio's tongue did amazing things that made Ray's eyes roll up in the back of his head. Ray was breathing hard, almost there, and when Fraser said, "I want you to come for us, Ray," in that voice of his, the you couldn't possibly argue with me and you will absolutely do what I'm saying right now one, well, there was nothing else to do but go along with that very excellent suggestion.
Ray came on Fraser's fingers with Vecchio's tongue moving slowly inside of him, and then slumped weakly against the wall while he tried to catch his breath. "Goddamn," he managed, and groaned when saw Fraser licking at his fingers, and if he'd not just come so hard he'd nearly blacked out, that might have actually killed him.
"See? Like a rocket," Vecchio said fondly, getting to his feet. He sounded smug as all hell.
There was only one thing to do about that. Ray pushed himself away from the wall, took a few seconds to kiss Fraser, and then turned towards Vecchio. He grinned fiercely. "You ready to go?" he asked, advancing.
"Hey, I'm always ready, Kowalski," Vecchio said, and he was naked and still damp and his cock was hard between his legs. He looked really fucking hot, and Ray pounced on him, wrestling him back down to the floor with a lot of wriggling and sliding his body against Vecchio's just to hear Vecchio gasp, to feel his fingers grab tight at Ray's hips and dig in hard. He managed to get Vecchio pinned to the ground, arms above his head, grinning down at him. Vecchio put up enough of a protest to make it fun, but not enough of one to suggest he wasn't all aboard the Hallway Sex Train, here.
"Your turn to stay still," Ray said, biting Vecchio on the shoulder, tasting the faintest trace of soap on Vecchio's skin. He sat back, straddling Vecchio's thighs, and reached down to take Vecchio's cock in his hand. It was handjob day at the Vecchio-Kowalski-Fraser residence, apparently. They could have blowjob day tomorrow morning, but Ray didn't think anyone was going to be filing a complaint. They were pretty simple guys, here.
"Do it harder," Fraser said roughly, and Vecchio moaned and Ray didn't blame him. There were times when Fraser's helpfulness was seriously the hottest thing ever, and times when it was excruciatingly annoying. Luckily, this was definitely the former. Ray was, for once, happy to follow instructions and tightened his fingers, moving his hand just like Vecchio liked, rubbing his thumb up the base and over the head of Vecchio's cock. Vecchio's back arched, exposing the long line of his throat, and Ray reached up and rubbed his fingers over Vecchio's mouth. Vecchio opened immediately and started sucking on Ray's fingers.
There was a sudden crashing sound, which made Ray pause and look over at Fraser. One of the photographs hanging in the hallway had fallen on the floor. Ray raised his eyebrows. Fraser gave a shrug, his face flushed, eyes glittering. He waved a dismissive hand. "I'll get it later."
Pretty much nothing was as hot as Fraser being so distracted by sex that he actually didn't care he might have broken something. Jesus. Ray couldn't blame Vecchio one single second for choking out some garbled combination of Ray's name and Fraser's around Ray's fingers, coming warm over his stomach and Ray's hand. Ray stroked him through it and then laughed, leaning up to kiss Vecchio on the side of the neck. "You're so fucking hot, Vecchio," he murmured, then nipped at Vecchio's ear lightly before sitting back.
Vecchio scowled up at him in a way Ray didn't believe was serious for one single solitary second. "Fuck you, Kowalski. Now I gotta take another shower."
"Hopefully there will be enough hot water," Fraser said blandly, but smiled at Ray when he reached a hand down to pull Ray to his feet. He then did the same for Vecchio. The three of them stood up and grinned at each other. They were all naked, the floor was wet, the picture was lying on the floor (luckily the glass hadn't broken, because Fraser would have made them stop to clean it up) and Dief was in the bedroom, whining.
"I'll hang up the picture," Ray said. "Fraser, take the mutt for a walk before he starts howling and the neighbors call the landlord again."
"Diefenbaker wouldn't howl just to go out, Ray. I believe Mrs. Kirkpatrick was mistaken the last time."
"Yeah. He was just scared 'cause we were watching An American Werewolf in London," Ray said, snickering.
"As I recall, Ray, that particular film also gave you a nightmare," Fraser reminded him. "You were thrashing around in your sleep, and when I tried to wake you up you said something about chasing a rabbit and made a clawing motion at your throat--"
Ray cleared his throat, ducking his head and running his hand through his hair. "I got a vivid imagination, okay?" He pointed to the bedroom. "Walk the half-wolf."
"As you wish." Fraser walked into the bedroom, and Ray and Vecchio both watched him because naked Fraser was always a welcome sight. Ray leaned down to pick up the picture, and Vecchio headed off into the bathroom again. A few seconds later, a towel came sailing out of the open door, and Ray caught it deftly.
Vecchio's voice drifted into the hallway. "Got any song requests, Stanley, while you're cleaning the hallway?"
"Something that don't make me think about drowning," Ray called back, fixing the picture and leaning down to wipe off the floor with the towel. "Gimme something that's gonna put a better image in my head than a bunch of doomed sailors going to a watery grave."
Fraser came back into the hall, fully dressed with Dief at his heel, and gave Ray a Look. He opened his mouth, but he before he could say anything, Vecchio started singing, charming and off-key--Lately when I look into your eyes, I'm going down, down, down...
Ray threw his head back and laughed. "Much better."
Author: Sionnain
Fandom: due South
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski/Vecchio
Rating: MA.
Genre: Established relationship, PWP.
Summary: Ray thinks it's a shame Fraser takes such brisk, efficient showers. He and Vecchio attempt to teach him to enjoy himself a little more. Really, this is just gratuitous porn, okay?
AN: Written for Meresy, on the happy occasion of her birthday. :D Meresy, you are without a doubt one of the best people in the entire world, much less fandom. I hope that this shower porn adequately expresses my admiration and happiness in being your friend. :D? ::mwah:: Thank you very kindly to inlovewithnight and Snoopypez for the beta, and to belmanoir for some brainstorming about hallway sex (our IM convos are made of win). I stole the title from Mr. Paul Gross's Robert Mackenzie, not because I equate shipwrecks with shower/hallway sex, but because the song features in the story. :D
I hope you like this, Meres, and that you have a birthday as awesomesauce as you! ::smishes forever::
Engines Cranking Heat
It was a lazy Sunday morning, the very best kind, with no reason to be up early and no work. Ray was taking advantage of this, sleeping in as late as he could and then lying in bed with Vecchio, dozing a bit, ignoring Dief's plaintive whine from the doorway.
"Don't worry, furface. Fraser's up, he'll get you food."
"Fraser already fed him," Vecchio said on the tail-end of a yawn. "He probably wants to go for a walk."
"Just go back to sleep," Ray said to Dief, raising his head so Dief could see him. "Enjoy the day off. You're a lot lazier than Fraser thinks you are. Do you really want to go for a five mile hike?" The fact he was actually making allowances so a deaf half-wolf could read his lips--not to mention trying to reason with one--well, life with Fraser meant getting used to a lot of weird shit. Dief whined, but he turned and padded out into the hallway. Ray could have sworn he heard Dief sigh.
"He might need to go to the bathroom, moron," Vecchio said, but Ray noticed Vecchio made no move to get up, either.
"Oh. Yeah." The water in the hallway bathroom started. "Fraser'll be out of there in two seconds anyway," Ray said, rolling his eyes. "You ever notice he takes the fastest showers, ever? Like it's okay when we all gotta ready for work, but it's Sunday. He should enjoy himself in there."
Vecchio, who was lying on his back with his hands behind his head, turned and smirked at him. "We all know how much of a fan you are of enjoying yourself in the shower, Stanley."
Ray hit him lightly on the arm. "Not what I meant, but are you complaining? I seem to recall someone saying God, Kowalski, you look so fucking hot like that not so long ago."
Vecchio laughed and grinned that smile of his, the slow one that made Ray forget what he was saying and want to jump him no matter what they were doing. "That must've been your other boyfriend."
"Nope. He don't ever call me Kowalski." Ray leaned over and kissed Vecchio lazily. Vecchio, who was always in a good mood when he got to sleep in and no one (that is to say, Fraser) woke him up before nine in the morning, opened his mouth and kissed Ray back. So Ray did what anyone with half a brain would do with a willing Vecchio and rolled half on top of him, deepening the kiss, pushing his hips lazily and grinning with satisfaction as he felt Vecchio's cock get hard.
And then Fraser started singing.
Vecchio snorted a laugh against Ray's mouth and pushed a little at Ray's shoulders. "I am not fucking to the sound of Fraser singing in Inuit or whatever, no matter how hot you are, Kowalski ." He reached up and tousled Ray's hair, which Ray didn't yell at him for, because he was still drowsy and now turned on, and plus, Ray loved the stupid bastard.
"You want I should turn on the radio?" Ray asked, nodding towards the alarm clock-radio combination. They hardly ever used it for an alarm, because they had a Mountie who woke them up. But sometimes he did so with blowjobs, and that was a lot better than the idiot DJs on 96.9 FM. Then again, sometimes they had a furry half-wolf who put his cold nose in their faces, and in those instances, Ray would definitely rather have the DJs.
Fraser's voice came soaring out of the bathroom. Thirty-two men on a Great Lakes boat...
"Oh, no. It's worse than Inuit. It's the ship-wreck song again." Ray moved off Vecchio and stood up. "C'mon. For some reason, this song reminds me of almost drowning."
"That happens a lot around him," Vecchio agreed, throwing the covers off and standing up. "What, are we gonna go fuck in the living room?"
Ray actually considered that for a minute, but then shook his head. "Nah. We're gonna go teach Fraser about enjoying himself in the shower." Ray tugged at Vecchio's arm.
"Not that big of a shower, Kowalski," Vecchio said, but he let himself be pulled along towards the hallway. Probably because Fraser's song had reached the chorus--steel boats and iron men, thirty-two down on the Robert Mackenzie!--and he was singing so enthusiastically that the living room wouldn't be far enough away anyway.
It wasn't that Ray and Vecchio didn't like his singing--Fraser had a good voice, there was no denying it--it was just that his song choices tended to drive them both a little crazy. No matter how many times Ray and Vecchio played Born to Run in their respective cars, Fraser just did not take the hint. Which was too bad, because if he started singing She's the One in the shower, they could both die happily after they combusted from the sheer hotness of hearing him sing thunder in your heart at night, when you're kneelin' in the dark.
Not that they'd discussed that in-depth, or anything.
Ray opened the door to the bathroom, which was not as steamy as it was when he or Vecchio showered. In fact, it was barely warm in there. Ray shucked off his t-shirt and pushed down his boxers, and Vecchio pulled off his ridiculous striped pajamas (which Ray would never, ever admit to liking). They opened the shower curtain just as Fraser sang but the wind was blowing at such a rate--
"--we ended up drifting--Ray!" Fraser said, blinking, in the midst of soaping up his hair. "If you were in a hurry, you should have said something, I didn't realize you needed the--oh, hello, Ray. You--you both need the shower? I'm almost finished--"
"Benny, you got about four verses left of that song, don't lie."
Ray gave a low laugh at that. "You haven't gotten to the part where everybody drowned yet. Me and Vecchio just love that part."
Fraser blinked. "Well, that is the part the packs the most emotional punch, yes. Though, I myself find the verse at the end, about coming home someday, to be far more eloquent--"
"Kowalski was just kidding, I'm pretty sure," Vecchio said, and Fraser looked momentarily disappointed that Ray and Vecchio had not actually joined him in the shower to have a discussion about the musical merits of Robert Mackenzie.
Ray climbed into the shower, and then shouted, "Gah!" and tried to dodge the spray. To call the water temperature lukewarm would be generous. "Fraser! You know, we got hot water, here. You can use it."
"Of course I know that, Ray," Fraser said, looking as wounded as it was possible to look while standing naked in the shower with shampoo in his hair. "But you still have to shower, and Ray, too--"
"Are you kidding? Stanley doesn't bathe," Vecchio said immediately, right as Ray said,
"Vecchio doesn't need as much hot water, he doesn't have any hair."
They both grinned at each other.
Fraser made a huffy sort of sound. "Well, I'm nearly finished, so if you would like to turn the water up--mph."
Ray grinned as Vecchio demonstrated why they worked so well as a team and put his hand on Fraser's neck, pulling him down to kiss him. Ray took the opportunity to turn up the water to something that more clearly resembled warm.
Although watching Fraser and Vecchio kiss definitely amped up the heat by about a million degrees. And okay, maybe this should be weird for Ray, but the thing was--well,Vecchio was hot as fuck with his gorgeous eyes and his voice that made Ray want to drop on his knees six times a day, and the way he looked so goddamned good in a suit. And Fraser had an admittedly perfect ass and a blowjob mouth and a smile that just lit up fucking Chicago, and the way he looked in a uniform should seriously be illegal.
Ray appreciated all that stuff. He wasn't blind, or deaf, or stupid. But the thing that got him, the thing that made it perfectly okay to watch Vecchio and Fraser making out in the shower right in front of him, was that they were both so fucking loyal. Even Ray's abandonment issues couldn't fucking argue with a guy who took we always get our man so seriously that he jumped out of a moving plane onto an ice drift. It was pretty obvious that even Ray's twitchiness and his tendency to overreact and leave towels on the floor were not enough to send Fraser packing. Fraser stuck with things, all the way through, and he was sticking with him and Vecchio, no question.
And Vecchio--well, Ray and Fraser had gone to Vegas, they'd seen him sit on the stand and testify with cool, iron-clad calm, identifying former associates without so much as a change in expression. And then Ray had watched, back in their hotel room, while Vecchio systematically got drunk--something he rarely did--and rambled about how some of those guys, they weren't bad guys, all broken up about sending them to jail because Vecchio had a thing about not letting down people who trusted him. It was the same reason he'd stayed in his house even when his family was driving him crazy, because Vecchio wasn't going to be anything like his pop, a no-good piece of shit loser who always let down the people who trusted him.
So okay, if those two guys couldn't wrangle Ray's issues then he was probably hopeless.
For the moment, though, Ray wasn't thinking about his issues in the slightest. He was just thinking how hot it was that Vecchio and Fraser were kissing, and how he could sneakily turn up the water just a little bit more towards his preferred temperature without them noticing.
Ray grabbed the weird poufy mesh thing that had come free with the bodywash and dumped some on it. Vecchio had laughed when the bath pouf showed up in the shower, but Ray had seen him use it, so whatever. "You gotta learn to enjoy yourself" Ray said, soaping up Fraser's back, fingers running up and down the corded muscles.
"I am," Fraser said huskily. He cleared his throat. "Though I was actually enjoying myself before--ah, but this is much better," he added hastily.
"Good thing you said that." Ray passed the soapy bath thing over Fraser's shoulder to Vecchio, who began rubbing it over Fraser's chest. Ray pushed himself flush against Fraser's back and reached around, hands sliding over Fraser's skin, soapy and wet.Vecchio was smirking as his hand had moved down, and Ray had a pretty good idea what he was washing now. Fraser gave a low moan and his head went back, his mouth seeking Ray's.
Ray kissed him, sliding his tongue into Fraser's mouth. Fraser's hips were moving forward rhythmically, and Ray felt the mesh bath thing brush against his feet as the water carried it past him. Which meant Vecchio was just using his hands, and that was hot, god was that hot. Ray pushed his cock against Fraser's ass and settled his hands on Fraser's hips, moving his mouth to press open-mouthed kisses on Fraser's shoulder and neck.
Vecchio put one hand on Fraser's shoulder, meeting Ray's eyes with a warm, slow grin. Ray sucked Vecchio's fingers into his mouth, sliding his other hand around to join Vecchio's stroking over Fraser's cock. Fraser gasped and bucked his hips; Ray pushed lazily against Fraser and groaned as his cock slid hot against the cleft of Fraser's ass.
"You want we should get you off?" Ray asked, leaning down to bite Fraser's shoulder. "Or you want to keep singing? Hear me sing over the sea?"
Fraser made a choked noise and thrust shallowly into the circle of Ray and Vecchio's fingers. "Hear me call across the waves," Fraser managed, because he had an amazing ability to correct Ray and Vecchio even during sex.
"Benny," Vecchio said, amused. "Think that wasn't the answer Kowalski wanted."
"Oh," Fraser said, panting hard, tilting his head back to look at Ray. "I'm sorry, Ray, it's only that I thought you wanted--oh--to know--"
Ray gave an amused snort and slid his fingers in Fraser's thick, wet hair, shoving his head towards Vecchio. "Make him stop talking," he demanded.
Vecchio grinned and tugged Fraser's head down slow. Ray made a pleased sound at the sight of them kissing and pressed harder against Fraser, his free hand resting on Fraser's chest to anchor him in place. Vecchio pulled his mouth away and Ray felt Vecchio's fingers tighten around his own, and Fraser's cock pulse in response. "Yeah, come on, that's it," Vecchio urged him, fingers tangled with Ray's. "Come on, yeah, Jesus you look hot, come on."
Even Ray wanted to come when Vecchio used that voice. Fraser apparently did too; his body went tense and he gasped out Ray, then came hard over both their fingers. Sometimes Fraser could last forever during sex, which Ray got--sex was great, obviously--but he would bet his signed Andre Dawson bat that some part of Fraser was still worried about the water usage. Then again, he and Vecchio had perfected the art of getting Fraser off, so maybe they were just that good.
Fraser leaned back a little against Ray, breathing hard, his heart racing against Ray's palm. The water ran down over Fraser's body, making him look like he was starring in some kind of gay porno. Ray kissed Fraser's neck and then grinned at Vecchio over Fraser's shoulder. "Strong work."
"Yeah," Vecchio said, voice low. He tried to kiss Ray, but it was slightly awkward given their position and the crowded confines of the shower. There was some shifting around that ended in Ray nearly slipping and falling on his ass, and Vecchio accidentally elbowing Fraser in the stomach. And it was probably good for Ray to have a brief break from his current state of someone touch me now now now now, because an embarrassing domestic accident was not exactly how he wanted to end the morning.
"Seeing as how I have sufficiently enjoyed myself, perhaps I could bow out and let the two of you continue your shower?" Fraser asked, though his smile faded a bit and his voice took on a just-fucked version of his lecture-tone. "Though you may have to hurry, I'm not sure there is enough hot water left in the tank for any sort of prolonged encounter."
Vecchio snorted, running a hand over the back of his scalp. "It's a good thing Kowalski goes off like a rocket, then."
"Wow, Vecchio. Talk dirty to me some more," Ray said with a roll of his eyes, though he was grinning. He reached back to turn off the shower, then yanked open the curtain. "C'mon. I already know how to have fun in the shower, and so does Vecchio, so we don't gotta stay in here." He stepped out onto the floor, the bathroom warm from the steam. The second Vecchio got out of the shower, Ray was kissing him, holding Vecchio's hips and pushing his cock lazily against Vecchio's, which turned pretty quickly into not-so-lazily as they both got into it.
"Mmm," Fraser murmured, sounding pleased. "Perhaps we should move this to the bedroom." Vecchio and Ray groaned at that, because Fraser wanting to watch even after he'd gotten off was hot and they both liked that a lot. Ray was discovering he himself was kind of a kinky bastard, too, with the watching-and-the-being-watched thing he'd picked up. Which he was absolutely okay with, for the record, and he was pretty sure Vecchio was, too.
Maybe too okay, actually, because they only made it as far as the hallway before Vecchio stopped and pushed Ray hard, grabbed his hands and smacked his palms flat against the wall. Ray, who maybe had a Thing for Vecchio being aggressive (which Vecchio maybe knew because Ray told him about it all the time), dropped his head and gave a low groan. "Fuck." He was still wet--none of them had bothered with a towel--and oh God Vecchio was pushed up against him, hand grabbing roughly at the back of his neck, thumb rubbing lightly over the nape.
Vecchio kissed his way down Ray's water-slicked back, and then his knee wedged between Ray's thighs and spread his legs. "Stay still, Kowalski," Vecchio ordered huskily, and then Vecchio dropped to his knees behind Ray, his hands sliding up Ray's thighs to his ass. Vecchio spread him open, fingers gentle, rubbing against him and oh, fuck, fuck.
"You're getting water everywhere, Ray," Fraser chastised, but his voice was rough. "That might warp the floors, they're hardwood."
Vecchio's breath ghosted against him and Ray didn't even make a joke about him having hard wood, which was restraint, it really was. Instead, he just managed to say, "Refinished them last week, remember? Polyurethane, water can't get through," in order to make Fraser relax and enjoy the show. Ray tilted his head sideways to grin at Fraser. "Not your cabin in Canada, Fraser."
"Understood, Ray," Fraser said, and grinned back at him, his eyes warm.
"Told you to stay still, Kowalski," Vecchio murmured, and then his tongue was licking him and oh Jesus fucking Christ, Ray might have maybe won the lottery or something, here. His whole body felt like it might shatter apart, it felt so good, and the first time someone had suggested this (Fraser, probably--the man did like to lick things) Ray had to be talked into it, but now he would totally donate to a charity in honor of Things I Let My Boyfriends Talk Me Into, because God.
And then there were warm fingers on his cock, and unless Vecchio grew a third hand that meant it was Fraser jerking him off slow and good while Vecchio's tongue did amazing things that made Ray's eyes roll up in the back of his head. Ray was breathing hard, almost there, and when Fraser said, "I want you to come for us, Ray," in that voice of his, the you couldn't possibly argue with me and you will absolutely do what I'm saying right now one, well, there was nothing else to do but go along with that very excellent suggestion.
Ray came on Fraser's fingers with Vecchio's tongue moving slowly inside of him, and then slumped weakly against the wall while he tried to catch his breath. "Goddamn," he managed, and groaned when saw Fraser licking at his fingers, and if he'd not just come so hard he'd nearly blacked out, that might have actually killed him.
"See? Like a rocket," Vecchio said fondly, getting to his feet. He sounded smug as all hell.
There was only one thing to do about that. Ray pushed himself away from the wall, took a few seconds to kiss Fraser, and then turned towards Vecchio. He grinned fiercely. "You ready to go?" he asked, advancing.
"Hey, I'm always ready, Kowalski," Vecchio said, and he was naked and still damp and his cock was hard between his legs. He looked really fucking hot, and Ray pounced on him, wrestling him back down to the floor with a lot of wriggling and sliding his body against Vecchio's just to hear Vecchio gasp, to feel his fingers grab tight at Ray's hips and dig in hard. He managed to get Vecchio pinned to the ground, arms above his head, grinning down at him. Vecchio put up enough of a protest to make it fun, but not enough of one to suggest he wasn't all aboard the Hallway Sex Train, here.
"Your turn to stay still," Ray said, biting Vecchio on the shoulder, tasting the faintest trace of soap on Vecchio's skin. He sat back, straddling Vecchio's thighs, and reached down to take Vecchio's cock in his hand. It was handjob day at the Vecchio-Kowalski-Fraser residence, apparently. They could have blowjob day tomorrow morning, but Ray didn't think anyone was going to be filing a complaint. They were pretty simple guys, here.
"Do it harder," Fraser said roughly, and Vecchio moaned and Ray didn't blame him. There were times when Fraser's helpfulness was seriously the hottest thing ever, and times when it was excruciatingly annoying. Luckily, this was definitely the former. Ray was, for once, happy to follow instructions and tightened his fingers, moving his hand just like Vecchio liked, rubbing his thumb up the base and over the head of Vecchio's cock. Vecchio's back arched, exposing the long line of his throat, and Ray reached up and rubbed his fingers over Vecchio's mouth. Vecchio opened immediately and started sucking on Ray's fingers.
There was a sudden crashing sound, which made Ray pause and look over at Fraser. One of the photographs hanging in the hallway had fallen on the floor. Ray raised his eyebrows. Fraser gave a shrug, his face flushed, eyes glittering. He waved a dismissive hand. "I'll get it later."
Pretty much nothing was as hot as Fraser being so distracted by sex that he actually didn't care he might have broken something. Jesus. Ray couldn't blame Vecchio one single second for choking out some garbled combination of Ray's name and Fraser's around Ray's fingers, coming warm over his stomach and Ray's hand. Ray stroked him through it and then laughed, leaning up to kiss Vecchio on the side of the neck. "You're so fucking hot, Vecchio," he murmured, then nipped at Vecchio's ear lightly before sitting back.
Vecchio scowled up at him in a way Ray didn't believe was serious for one single solitary second. "Fuck you, Kowalski. Now I gotta take another shower."
"Hopefully there will be enough hot water," Fraser said blandly, but smiled at Ray when he reached a hand down to pull Ray to his feet. He then did the same for Vecchio. The three of them stood up and grinned at each other. They were all naked, the floor was wet, the picture was lying on the floor (luckily the glass hadn't broken, because Fraser would have made them stop to clean it up) and Dief was in the bedroom, whining.
"I'll hang up the picture," Ray said. "Fraser, take the mutt for a walk before he starts howling and the neighbors call the landlord again."
"Diefenbaker wouldn't howl just to go out, Ray. I believe Mrs. Kirkpatrick was mistaken the last time."
"Yeah. He was just scared 'cause we were watching An American Werewolf in London," Ray said, snickering.
"As I recall, Ray, that particular film also gave you a nightmare," Fraser reminded him. "You were thrashing around in your sleep, and when I tried to wake you up you said something about chasing a rabbit and made a clawing motion at your throat--"
Ray cleared his throat, ducking his head and running his hand through his hair. "I got a vivid imagination, okay?" He pointed to the bedroom. "Walk the half-wolf."
"As you wish." Fraser walked into the bedroom, and Ray and Vecchio both watched him because naked Fraser was always a welcome sight. Ray leaned down to pick up the picture, and Vecchio headed off into the bathroom again. A few seconds later, a towel came sailing out of the open door, and Ray caught it deftly.
Vecchio's voice drifted into the hallway. "Got any song requests, Stanley, while you're cleaning the hallway?"
"Something that don't make me think about drowning," Ray called back, fixing the picture and leaning down to wipe off the floor with the towel. "Gimme something that's gonna put a better image in my head than a bunch of doomed sailors going to a watery grave."
Fraser came back into the hall, fully dressed with Dief at his heel, and gave Ray a Look. He opened his mouth, but he before he could say anything, Vecchio started singing, charming and off-key--Lately when I look into your eyes, I'm going down, down, down...
Ray threw his head back and laughed. "Much better."