Impending Greatness
Title: Impending Greatness
Prompt: Misunderstandings
Rating: G, as in "Gee whiz, there's sex in that there story!"
Notes: This is my first fanfic of any kind in six years, and my first DS story *ever*. You have been warned. Thanks to justbreathe for giving me a chance, and for tagging me on a holiday *before* classes start on Wednesday.
Summary: Fraser is confused, thinks parenthetically, then pleasantly surprised, then slightly unethical.
Impending Greatness
by Debra Tabor
One of life's little difficulties, Benton Fraser had always believed, was returning to work after a vacation. Vacations were mean to renew the soul, but what was the point of spiritual refreshment if one simply ended up at the point of departure again?
Except things were a little worse when the point of departure had been reduced to a smoking ruin. And someone who was very obviously not Ray Vecchio was using Ray's name, Ray's desk, Ray's phone, and, well, really, a myriad of Ray's things, among which he apparently counted one Constable Benton Fraser, RCMP.
Once he'd finally been told of the reason for the presence of this "new" Ray, Fraser was astonished by the ease with which he and Ray worked together. He had to admit to himself that he felt resentful over the departure of Ray Vecchio, and fully expected that some of that resentment would cloud his relationship with the new Ray. He was prepared to make appropriate psychological compensations in order to give his new working relationship a chance. Much to his pleasant surprise, however, he found within himself a generosity of spirit, aided in large part by the new Ray's undeniable, if somewhat rough and eccentric, charm.
Which was not to say that Ray's personality did not have its deficiencies. He had already suspected that he was now partnered with a man with a reduced sense of self-esteem even before the events at the cemetary unfolded. But even so, being asked, essentially, if he thought Ray was sexually attractive was...disconcerting. Especially that there were three other people present, including an actual woman, in whose opinion Ray apparently had no interest.
Later, after both cases had been resolved (or was that three cases; Fraser had to admit he was a little confused by the time they finally left the station), Ray took him out for a cheeseburger. The dinner passed pleasantly enough (although Ray had been slightly too generous in sharing his curly fries with Diefenbaker).
It was in the department-issued car (which Ray referred to as a P.O.S. and then had to explain that he meant it was a Piece of Shit) that things took a turn for, well, the weird was probably the best term for it. Fraser politely request that Ray take him to the consulate; Ray responded by saying, rather abruptly, "Fuck that shit, we're going to my place." Fraser felt just the slightest bit...abducted, but nevertheless did not immediately demand that Ray let him and Diefenbaker out of the car.
Then Ray started up on the latest of his rather strange conversations.
"So, you know, back there in the moulo--musel--crypt, did you mean it?
Fraser thought back. "Yes," he said thoughtfully. "Whatever happened between yourself and your wife had nothing to do with...."
But Ray was shaking his head. "No, no, not that. The other thing." Ray parked the car outside his apartment building and turned to face Fraser.
"I honestly have no idea what...."
"Am I attractive?" Ray said slowly, as if it were a very important question. Or as if he thought Fraser was dim.
"I did say yes," Fraser reminded him, and took the initiative by getting out of the car first. Ray quickly followed, as did Diefenbaker, and Ray let all three of them into the building.
"I mean," Ray said, his voice picking up its normal speed as they climbed the stairs, "I had to ask you the way I did because there were other people there." They had reached Ray's apartment. Fraser was, quite frankly, bewildered.
"What I'm trying to ask you," Ray continued, closing the door behind them and completely ignoring Diefenbaker's immediate commandeering of his couch; Ray himself had leaned against the door with his arms crossed in front of him in a gesture both defiant and defensive. "I'm asking," Ray rephrased, "do you, Benton Fraser, find me, Ray Kowalski, sexually attractive?"
Fraser could do nothing but gape at his new partner. Ray continued, his picking up in both speed and nervousness, "'Cause, I mean, my God, I think you're the hottest person I've met in, well, years, and if you think I'm attractive, the whole cover will be that much easier to...aw, fuck it." Ray moved suddenly enough that Fraser found himself pushed against the wall with Ray's hands on either side of his face while Ray kissed him.
Ray started gently, nibbling delicately at Fraser's mouth, but quickly his kisses became more urgent and his hands moved to clutch at Fraser's shoulders. But what undid Fraser was the desperate, greedy moans coming from low in Ray's throat.
Ray was clearly starved for touch, as was, indeed, Fraser himself. Fraser could not help but open his mouth. Ray mumbled something that sounded like, "Oh, thank God," and then his tongue was in Fraser's mouth, Ray's tongue twining around Fraser's, thrusting and tasting until Fraser was making the same needy noises as Ray.
And it had been a long time, such a very long time, since anyone had kissed Fraser with such sincere desire for him, Benton Fraser the individual, not Benton Fraser the patsy or even Benton Fraser, the uniform fetishist's dream. So long that Fraser didn't hesitate or second guess the wisdom of passionately kissing his barely-known partner. Instead, he let his hands roam over Ray's lean body.
Ray took Fraser's response for the enthusiasm that it was and suddenly cupped Fraser's ass in his hands, pulling his hips forward and dear God, Ray was so hard against him, and he was so hard against Ray that he couldn't help but thrust himself against Ray.
Ray broke away from kissing him, prompting a disappointed sigh from Fraser, and said, his voice husky with passion and sounding like impure sex, "Oh, God, I had hoped...but this...." Ray's voice broke and he bucked his hips against Fraser. "I have to...."
Once more, Ray failed to complete his sentence, but he was sliding gracefully down Fraser's body, coming to his knees, his intentions obvious. As Ray began nipping and sucking at Fraser's still-covered erection, Fraser's head fell back against the wall and he moaned loudly. Ray chuckled against him, which just made Fraser moan again.
"Oh, you want this as much as I do," Ray said in that incredible sex-saturated voice. Fraser decided whatever he ought to say should not include chiding Ray for bing obvious to the point of redundancy and instead moaned a heartfelt, "Oh, God, yes."
Ray was struggling with the fastenings of Fraser's pants, and finally leaned back, frustrated. "Jesus, Frase," he said, his voice impatient and pleading. "Take it out. I've gotta...."
Fraser quickly undid his trousers, shoving his pants and boxers down until he could feel cool air on his erection, air that was quickly replaced by Ray's hot breath. "Oh, God," Ray moaned yet again. "I was gonna do this slow, show a little style...." Ray was babbling but Fraser heard him clearly enough when he said, "Jesus, Fraser, do it, just fuck my face. Use me."
Fraser hesitated. This raw, desperate hunger clawing at him, this demand that he simply treat Ray as if he were only there for Fraser's own pleasure....
But his body was beyond ethical considerations and he thrust his hips forward helplessly, only barely stopping himself from completely shoving his cock into Ray's mouth. Ray had other ideas, though, and grabbed roughly at Fraser's hips, taking him down to the root.
Fraser howled. No one had ever given themselves over to him so completely, so generously, or so expertly. Ray was encouraging him to thrust harder and Fraser was so overcome with overall sensations that he wasn't quite sure where Ray's teeth and tongue were, or what they were doing specifically to him that was making him forget his own name. All he was sure of was that he was about to come, and come hard. Although he was not aware of it, he must have warned Ray because suddenly, impossibly, the suction on his cock increased and Ray hummed a little, and Fraser was coming and moaning and it lasted an eternity and it was also over too quickly and all Fraser could hear was a roar of white noise and Ray was saying, "God, Fraser, you're so fucking gorgeous and you taste amazing" and somehow Fraser was on the floor and Ray was kissing him like Fraser had done him an incredible favor and and and and....
Vaguely, Fraser was aware that Ray was moving urgently against him. Fraser summoned up his will and remaining strength to push back, to give Ray friction and resistance. Fortunately, little strength was required; soon Ray's head fell back, his eyes shut, and he shouted, "God, yes, fuck!" repeating variations on those words until he slumped bonelessly on top of Fraser.
Fraser had no idea what had just happened. Or at least, he knew what had happened (fantastic sex) but he didn't know why it had happened and he was even a little foggy on how it had happened. Cautiously, not sure if the gesture might be too intimate, or the wrong kind of intimate, Fraser put his arms around Ray as tenderly as he dared. He was rewarded by Ray's look of sleepy contentment and undeniable happiness.
"You know," Ray said lazily, "I wasn't sure I'd be able to do this, or that you would."
Fraser knew that after an intense orgasm he wasn't as sharp as usual, but Ray was making no sense whatsoever.
"And I met you," Ray went on, "and I knew I could totally do it, but I still wasn't sure you could, but wow."
Something odd and just the slightest bit unpleasant was starting to tickle at the back of Fraser's brain.
"I mean, please don't think I just wanted to do this as part of the job," Ray continued. "I really like you, even if you are kind of a freak, and I'd want to be with you no matter what."
"No matter what," Fraser echoed.
"Yeah." Ray was nodding enthusiastically. "When Huey told me about you and Vecchio, I wasn't sure how that would work out, because observant people always notice the little stuff, but I really think we could have some greatness here regardless."
"Huey?" Fraser asked. Ray looked at him oddly.
"Yeah, Huey. He said you guys were always real discreet about it, but anyone with half a brain had figured it out, which I guess explains why Frannie never gave up on you. Anyway, I just want to make sure you know that this is now officially about Benton Fraser and Ray Kowalski and not about maintaining the cover. We'll still have to be discreet, of course, like living in different places and stuff, but, like I said, people do notice the little things, especially if they're not there anymore."
"But Ray Vecchio and I were...." Fraser knew how this sentence should end: we were never sexually involved; Huey was just exercising his dubious sense of humor on the new guy. Telling this new Ray the truth was the right thing to do, even if it led to shame, embarrassment, social awkwardness and the chance that it might mean the end of Benton Fraser's and Ray Kowalski's "greatness" before it had even started....
"You and Vecchio what?" Ray asked impatiently.
"Ray Vecchio and I were always very discreet," Fraser said clearly and calmly, then dropped a kiss on Ray's forehead. Later, when this greatness was better established, Fraser promised himself, he would clear up this little misunderstanding.
End
Prompt: Misunderstandings
Rating: G, as in "Gee whiz, there's sex in that there story!"
Notes: This is my first fanfic of any kind in six years, and my first DS story *ever*. You have been warned. Thanks to justbreathe for giving me a chance, and for tagging me on a holiday *before* classes start on Wednesday.
Summary: Fraser is confused, thinks parenthetically, then pleasantly surprised, then slightly unethical.
Impending Greatness
by Debra Tabor
One of life's little difficulties, Benton Fraser had always believed, was returning to work after a vacation. Vacations were mean to renew the soul, but what was the point of spiritual refreshment if one simply ended up at the point of departure again?
Except things were a little worse when the point of departure had been reduced to a smoking ruin. And someone who was very obviously not Ray Vecchio was using Ray's name, Ray's desk, Ray's phone, and, well, really, a myriad of Ray's things, among which he apparently counted one Constable Benton Fraser, RCMP.
Once he'd finally been told of the reason for the presence of this "new" Ray, Fraser was astonished by the ease with which he and Ray worked together. He had to admit to himself that he felt resentful over the departure of Ray Vecchio, and fully expected that some of that resentment would cloud his relationship with the new Ray. He was prepared to make appropriate psychological compensations in order to give his new working relationship a chance. Much to his pleasant surprise, however, he found within himself a generosity of spirit, aided in large part by the new Ray's undeniable, if somewhat rough and eccentric, charm.
Which was not to say that Ray's personality did not have its deficiencies. He had already suspected that he was now partnered with a man with a reduced sense of self-esteem even before the events at the cemetary unfolded. But even so, being asked, essentially, if he thought Ray was sexually attractive was...disconcerting. Especially that there were three other people present, including an actual woman, in whose opinion Ray apparently had no interest.
Later, after both cases had been resolved (or was that three cases; Fraser had to admit he was a little confused by the time they finally left the station), Ray took him out for a cheeseburger. The dinner passed pleasantly enough (although Ray had been slightly too generous in sharing his curly fries with Diefenbaker).
It was in the department-issued car (which Ray referred to as a P.O.S. and then had to explain that he meant it was a Piece of Shit) that things took a turn for, well, the weird was probably the best term for it. Fraser politely request that Ray take him to the consulate; Ray responded by saying, rather abruptly, "Fuck that shit, we're going to my place." Fraser felt just the slightest bit...abducted, but nevertheless did not immediately demand that Ray let him and Diefenbaker out of the car.
Then Ray started up on the latest of his rather strange conversations.
"So, you know, back there in the moulo--musel--crypt, did you mean it?
Fraser thought back. "Yes," he said thoughtfully. "Whatever happened between yourself and your wife had nothing to do with...."
But Ray was shaking his head. "No, no, not that. The other thing." Ray parked the car outside his apartment building and turned to face Fraser.
"I honestly have no idea what...."
"Am I attractive?" Ray said slowly, as if it were a very important question. Or as if he thought Fraser was dim.
"I did say yes," Fraser reminded him, and took the initiative by getting out of the car first. Ray quickly followed, as did Diefenbaker, and Ray let all three of them into the building.
"I mean," Ray said, his voice picking up its normal speed as they climbed the stairs, "I had to ask you the way I did because there were other people there." They had reached Ray's apartment. Fraser was, quite frankly, bewildered.
"What I'm trying to ask you," Ray continued, closing the door behind them and completely ignoring Diefenbaker's immediate commandeering of his couch; Ray himself had leaned against the door with his arms crossed in front of him in a gesture both defiant and defensive. "I'm asking," Ray rephrased, "do you, Benton Fraser, find me, Ray Kowalski, sexually attractive?"
Fraser could do nothing but gape at his new partner. Ray continued, his picking up in both speed and nervousness, "'Cause, I mean, my God, I think you're the hottest person I've met in, well, years, and if you think I'm attractive, the whole cover will be that much easier to...aw, fuck it." Ray moved suddenly enough that Fraser found himself pushed against the wall with Ray's hands on either side of his face while Ray kissed him.
Ray started gently, nibbling delicately at Fraser's mouth, but quickly his kisses became more urgent and his hands moved to clutch at Fraser's shoulders. But what undid Fraser was the desperate, greedy moans coming from low in Ray's throat.
Ray was clearly starved for touch, as was, indeed, Fraser himself. Fraser could not help but open his mouth. Ray mumbled something that sounded like, "Oh, thank God," and then his tongue was in Fraser's mouth, Ray's tongue twining around Fraser's, thrusting and tasting until Fraser was making the same needy noises as Ray.
And it had been a long time, such a very long time, since anyone had kissed Fraser with such sincere desire for him, Benton Fraser the individual, not Benton Fraser the patsy or even Benton Fraser, the uniform fetishist's dream. So long that Fraser didn't hesitate or second guess the wisdom of passionately kissing his barely-known partner. Instead, he let his hands roam over Ray's lean body.
Ray took Fraser's response for the enthusiasm that it was and suddenly cupped Fraser's ass in his hands, pulling his hips forward and dear God, Ray was so hard against him, and he was so hard against Ray that he couldn't help but thrust himself against Ray.
Ray broke away from kissing him, prompting a disappointed sigh from Fraser, and said, his voice husky with passion and sounding like impure sex, "Oh, God, I had hoped...but this...." Ray's voice broke and he bucked his hips against Fraser. "I have to...."
Once more, Ray failed to complete his sentence, but he was sliding gracefully down Fraser's body, coming to his knees, his intentions obvious. As Ray began nipping and sucking at Fraser's still-covered erection, Fraser's head fell back against the wall and he moaned loudly. Ray chuckled against him, which just made Fraser moan again.
"Oh, you want this as much as I do," Ray said in that incredible sex-saturated voice. Fraser decided whatever he ought to say should not include chiding Ray for bing obvious to the point of redundancy and instead moaned a heartfelt, "Oh, God, yes."
Ray was struggling with the fastenings of Fraser's pants, and finally leaned back, frustrated. "Jesus, Frase," he said, his voice impatient and pleading. "Take it out. I've gotta...."
Fraser quickly undid his trousers, shoving his pants and boxers down until he could feel cool air on his erection, air that was quickly replaced by Ray's hot breath. "Oh, God," Ray moaned yet again. "I was gonna do this slow, show a little style...." Ray was babbling but Fraser heard him clearly enough when he said, "Jesus, Fraser, do it, just fuck my face. Use me."
Fraser hesitated. This raw, desperate hunger clawing at him, this demand that he simply treat Ray as if he were only there for Fraser's own pleasure....
But his body was beyond ethical considerations and he thrust his hips forward helplessly, only barely stopping himself from completely shoving his cock into Ray's mouth. Ray had other ideas, though, and grabbed roughly at Fraser's hips, taking him down to the root.
Fraser howled. No one had ever given themselves over to him so completely, so generously, or so expertly. Ray was encouraging him to thrust harder and Fraser was so overcome with overall sensations that he wasn't quite sure where Ray's teeth and tongue were, or what they were doing specifically to him that was making him forget his own name. All he was sure of was that he was about to come, and come hard. Although he was not aware of it, he must have warned Ray because suddenly, impossibly, the suction on his cock increased and Ray hummed a little, and Fraser was coming and moaning and it lasted an eternity and it was also over too quickly and all Fraser could hear was a roar of white noise and Ray was saying, "God, Fraser, you're so fucking gorgeous and you taste amazing" and somehow Fraser was on the floor and Ray was kissing him like Fraser had done him an incredible favor and and and and....
Vaguely, Fraser was aware that Ray was moving urgently against him. Fraser summoned up his will and remaining strength to push back, to give Ray friction and resistance. Fortunately, little strength was required; soon Ray's head fell back, his eyes shut, and he shouted, "God, yes, fuck!" repeating variations on those words until he slumped bonelessly on top of Fraser.
Fraser had no idea what had just happened. Or at least, he knew what had happened (fantastic sex) but he didn't know why it had happened and he was even a little foggy on how it had happened. Cautiously, not sure if the gesture might be too intimate, or the wrong kind of intimate, Fraser put his arms around Ray as tenderly as he dared. He was rewarded by Ray's look of sleepy contentment and undeniable happiness.
"You know," Ray said lazily, "I wasn't sure I'd be able to do this, or that you would."
Fraser knew that after an intense orgasm he wasn't as sharp as usual, but Ray was making no sense whatsoever.
"And I met you," Ray went on, "and I knew I could totally do it, but I still wasn't sure you could, but wow."
Something odd and just the slightest bit unpleasant was starting to tickle at the back of Fraser's brain.
"I mean, please don't think I just wanted to do this as part of the job," Ray continued. "I really like you, even if you are kind of a freak, and I'd want to be with you no matter what."
"No matter what," Fraser echoed.
"Yeah." Ray was nodding enthusiastically. "When Huey told me about you and Vecchio, I wasn't sure how that would work out, because observant people always notice the little stuff, but I really think we could have some greatness here regardless."
"Huey?" Fraser asked. Ray looked at him oddly.
"Yeah, Huey. He said you guys were always real discreet about it, but anyone with half a brain had figured it out, which I guess explains why Frannie never gave up on you. Anyway, I just want to make sure you know that this is now officially about Benton Fraser and Ray Kowalski and not about maintaining the cover. We'll still have to be discreet, of course, like living in different places and stuff, but, like I said, people do notice the little things, especially if they're not there anymore."
"But Ray Vecchio and I were...." Fraser knew how this sentence should end: we were never sexually involved; Huey was just exercising his dubious sense of humor on the new guy. Telling this new Ray the truth was the right thing to do, even if it led to shame, embarrassment, social awkwardness and the chance that it might mean the end of Benton Fraser's and Ray Kowalski's "greatness" before it had even started....
"You and Vecchio what?" Ray asked impatiently.
"Ray Vecchio and I were always very discreet," Fraser said clearly and calmly, then dropped a kiss on Ray's forehead. Later, when this greatness was better established, Fraser promised himself, he would clear up this little misunderstanding.
End