Lie or Lay Challenge by Pixiecatfish
Whew, just made it!
Rated NC17
Kowalski/Fraser/Vecchio 1718 Words
Three very annoyed men headed up the stairs of Fraser’s apartment building.
Ray Kowalski and Ray Vecchio had been arguing with and sniping at each other since they had left the station house. Fraser had at first been upset, then he had grown more and more irritated as the arguing continued on the trip to his apartment.
He preceded the other two men up the stairs and when he got to his apartment he went inside and closed the door, shutting the other two men out.
Kowalski and Vecchio looked at each other in surprise for a moment, then Vecchio tried the doorknob. It opened easily, and he and Kowalski stepped into the apartment.
“Benny,” Vecchio called, looking around the small apartment, “where are you?”
Fraser’s voice came from the closet. “I’m getting changed,” he snapped, and the two Rays looked at each other a little nervously. It was the Friday night after a very long week, and they didn’t really want to deal with Fraser in a Mood.
Fraser stepped out of the closet wearing sweat pants, a t-shirt and a pair of socks.
“Fraser?” Kowalski said, “is that what you’re wearing? I mean, the restaurant we’re going to isn’t all that fancy, but I think they do require shoes.”
“Oh that’s rich,” Vecchio said, “why don’t you tell someone how to dress?”
“Why don’t you go to hell?” Kowalski snapped back.
Fraser dropped onto the bed with a heavy sigh and lay down. “It doesn’t matter what I’m wearing, because I am not going to dinner with you.”
The two Rays stopped glaring at each other and turned to face Fraser.
“Not going to dinner?” Vecchio said. “I don’t understand.”
“Why should I go?” Fraser asked, the same snappish tone in his voice. “The two of you would only ruin the meal for me. Your constant arguing would make it so I couldn’t enjoy my food, and would give me indigestion.”
“Benny…” Ray started.
“No, Ray. I don’t want to hear it. From either of you,” he added, turning to glare at Kowalski.
Kowalski opened his mouth, then closed it again.
“The two of you are very good at promising me that you’ll try to get along, but when you’re together I see no effort along those lines from either of you.”
“Yeah but Fraser,” Kowalski said, then broke off as Fraser picked up a book from the nightstand and opened it, burying his face behind it.
Kowalski looked over at Vecchio, and he could tell the other man was thinking the same thing he was. “Oh shit, we’ve really done it now.”
Vecchio blew out a short breath, then headed over to the bed. He sat down next to Fraser. “Come on, Benny. I’m sorry, okay?” He took the book from Fraser’s hands and set it on the floor. “ Can’t we just go to dinner and talk about it?” He ran his fingers lightly up and down Fraser’s arm, and Fraser rolled onto his side to face him.
Kowalski moved to the bed and sat down behind Fraser. “I’m sorry too, Fraser,” he said, stroking Fraser’s hip. “I’ll try harder, okay?”
Fraser looked back at him, and Kowalski gave him his most winning smile. The tiniest hint of a smile crossed Fraser’s face, and Ray’s smile turned into a grin. “So are we okay now?” he asked.
Fraser sighed and turned back to face Vecchio. “Well?” Vecchio asked, raising his eyebrows.
Fraser sighed again. “The ability of the two of you to get along with me has never been in question,” he said.
Vecchio looked over at Kowalski with a grin, and Kowalski chuckled.
“I don’t know,” Vecchio said slowly, looking down at Fraser than back up at Ray, “I think we could get along with each other if we put our minds to it. What do you think, Sta- Kowalski?”
Kowalski shrugged. He looked from his hand stroking Fraser’s hip to Vecchio’s hand stroking Fraser’s arm and slid his hand towards Ray’s. “I’m willing to try if you are.”
Vecchio smiled and ran his fingers over Kowalski’s and the two men’s eyes locked. “I like cooperation,” Vecchio said, his voice slightly rough. He trailed his fingers up Kowalski’s arm then grasped his shoulder and pulled Kowalski towards him.
Kowalski smiled and went with the gentle pressure, gladly meeting Ray’s lips with his own for a kiss. The kiss was fairly brief, then the two men pulled apart and smiled at each other tentatively.
They looked down to see Fraser staring up at them, suspicion, amusement, and a touch of arousal all showing in his expression.
Vecchio grinned at him. “See Benny? We can get along just fine.”
Kowalski smiled down at Fraser as well. “There’s no telling what we can do when we cooperate.”
He then looked over at Vecchio, and the two Rays got identical grins on their faces. They each pulled a sock off of Fraser, then reached up and eased his sweatpants over his hips and down his legs, finally pulling them off and tossing them to the floor.
Fraser’s t-shirt was quickly removed, then Vecchio and Kowalski slowly slid Fraser’s boxers down his body, and Fraser was lying naked before them.
“Cooperation is good,” Vecchio said.
“Very good,” Kowalski agreed.
They grinned at each other again, and Kowalski leaned over Fraser and began unbuttoning Ray’s shirt. Vecchio quickly undid and removed his tie, tossing carelessly behind him.
He then helped Kowalski finish unbuttoning his shirt and tossed that aside as well. Kowalski reached for Ray’s t-shirt, but Vecchio shook his head, taking Kowalski’s hands in his.
Kowalski looked at him with a puzzled frown, and Vecchio grinned at him, then grabbed Kowalski’s t-shirt, pulling it from the waist of his jeans and tugging it over his head.
The two men looked at each other with identical grins, and they could tell they were both thinking the same thing.
They jumped to their feet and tore the rest of their clothes off with great haste, then dropped down onto the bed again.
“Roll over, Benny,” Vecchio said, nudging him, and Fraser rolled onto his side again, facing Vecchio. “That’s better,” Vecchio said, lying down and giving Benny a kiss.
“Much better,” Kowalski agreed. He lay down behind Fraser, kissing his way down Fraser’s neck and across his shoulders.
Fraser gave a small gasp and leaned his head back against Kowalski; Vecchio leaned forward, following Fraser, and took Kowalski’s chin into his hand, bringing him up for another kiss.
Fraser drew a shuddering breath and buried his face against Vecchio’s throat, licking and nibbling, and Vecchio broke the kiss with a harsh gasp. “My God, you two,” he breathed, and Kowalski laughed softly.
Kowalski then shifted on the bed so he was lying even with Fraser’s back, and he rubbed his cock against the cleft between Fraser’s butt cheeks.
Fraser cried out sharply, and Vecchio looked over. A smile slowly spread across his face, and he laid down, pressing himself into Fraser, rubbing his cock against Fraser’s.
Fraser gave a small strangled cry, and the two Rays began thrusting against him. Their rhythm was uneven at first, but before very long they were thrusting against Fraser in perfect harmony.
Fraser reached out and grabbed Vecchio’s shoulder, pulling him into another kiss, and with his other hand he reached back and grabbed Kowalski’s ass, squeezing and releasing it in time with the thrusts of the two men.
Kowalski closed his eyes and buried his face in Fraser’s hair, gasping harshly. With a last gasp and a soft cry, he came, then collapsed limply against Fraser.
While struggling to get his breathing and heartbeat back to normal, he heard a cry from Vecchio, followed very closely by a sharp cry from Fraser, and then all was quiet in the small apartment.
He slowly became aware that Fraser’s hand no longer had his ass in a desperate grip, but was now rubbing and massaging it gently. He smiled, and found the strength to lift his head and look over Fraser’s shoulder.
Vecchio looked up to meet his gaze, and the two men smiled at each other. After a few minutes, Vecchio sighed and with a quick kiss for Fraser and Kowalski, he got out of bed and headed into the bathroom.
Kowalski got up and followed him, and the two men washed up in a silence that felt not only comfortable, but close.
When Kowalski had finished washing, he got a clean cloth and ran it under the warm water. Vecchio grinned at him and ran another cloth under cold water, and they returned to the bed.
Fraser had rolled onto his back again, and the two men lay down next to them as best as they could. Kowalski ran the warm washcloth over Fraser’s body, and Vecchio ran the cold cloth over Fraser’s face and through his hair, and Fraser smiled blissfully.
When they were done, they tossed the cloths to the floor and lay down, each one resting against one of Fraser’s shoulders.
“So Benny, will you go to dinner with us now?” Vecchio asked, and the other two men laughed.
“Maybe we could order in,” Fraser suggested.
“Good idea.”
“See,” Kowalski said triumphantly, “I told you we could cooperate.”
“I freely admit that you were right,” Fraser said.
“In that spirit of cooperation, Benny, there’s something you could do for us,” Vecchio said.
“What’s that?”
“You need to get a bigger bed.”
“Amen!” Ray exclaimed.
“There is nothing wrong with this bed,” Fraser said indignantly.
Two disbelieving laughs sounded. “Maybe not for one person,” Kowalski said, “but for the three of us, it’s way too crowded.”
“He’s right,” Vecchio said before Fraser could say anything. “I mean, togetherness is nice, but even that has its limits.”
“Oh dear,” Fraser said quietly.
“Oh dear? Oh dear what?”
“I’m beginning to learn that old adage ‘be careful what you wish for, because you just might get it’ is true.”
“What do you mean?” Kowalski asked, puzzled.
“Well, when I was hoping and begging you two to get along, the possibility never occurred to me that one day you might team up against me.”
The two Rays looked at each other, two very similar grins lighting up their faces.
Weakly, Fraser repeated “Oh dear.”
Rated NC17
Kowalski/Fraser/Vecchio 1718 Words
Three very annoyed men headed up the stairs of Fraser’s apartment building.
Ray Kowalski and Ray Vecchio had been arguing with and sniping at each other since they had left the station house. Fraser had at first been upset, then he had grown more and more irritated as the arguing continued on the trip to his apartment.
He preceded the other two men up the stairs and when he got to his apartment he went inside and closed the door, shutting the other two men out.
Kowalski and Vecchio looked at each other in surprise for a moment, then Vecchio tried the doorknob. It opened easily, and he and Kowalski stepped into the apartment.
“Benny,” Vecchio called, looking around the small apartment, “where are you?”
Fraser’s voice came from the closet. “I’m getting changed,” he snapped, and the two Rays looked at each other a little nervously. It was the Friday night after a very long week, and they didn’t really want to deal with Fraser in a Mood.
Fraser stepped out of the closet wearing sweat pants, a t-shirt and a pair of socks.
“Fraser?” Kowalski said, “is that what you’re wearing? I mean, the restaurant we’re going to isn’t all that fancy, but I think they do require shoes.”
“Oh that’s rich,” Vecchio said, “why don’t you tell someone how to dress?”
“Why don’t you go to hell?” Kowalski snapped back.
Fraser dropped onto the bed with a heavy sigh and lay down. “It doesn’t matter what I’m wearing, because I am not going to dinner with you.”
The two Rays stopped glaring at each other and turned to face Fraser.
“Not going to dinner?” Vecchio said. “I don’t understand.”
“Why should I go?” Fraser asked, the same snappish tone in his voice. “The two of you would only ruin the meal for me. Your constant arguing would make it so I couldn’t enjoy my food, and would give me indigestion.”
“Benny…” Ray started.
“No, Ray. I don’t want to hear it. From either of you,” he added, turning to glare at Kowalski.
Kowalski opened his mouth, then closed it again.
“The two of you are very good at promising me that you’ll try to get along, but when you’re together I see no effort along those lines from either of you.”
“Yeah but Fraser,” Kowalski said, then broke off as Fraser picked up a book from the nightstand and opened it, burying his face behind it.
Kowalski looked over at Vecchio, and he could tell the other man was thinking the same thing he was. “Oh shit, we’ve really done it now.”
Vecchio blew out a short breath, then headed over to the bed. He sat down next to Fraser. “Come on, Benny. I’m sorry, okay?” He took the book from Fraser’s hands and set it on the floor. “ Can’t we just go to dinner and talk about it?” He ran his fingers lightly up and down Fraser’s arm, and Fraser rolled onto his side to face him.
Kowalski moved to the bed and sat down behind Fraser. “I’m sorry too, Fraser,” he said, stroking Fraser’s hip. “I’ll try harder, okay?”
Fraser looked back at him, and Kowalski gave him his most winning smile. The tiniest hint of a smile crossed Fraser’s face, and Ray’s smile turned into a grin. “So are we okay now?” he asked.
Fraser sighed and turned back to face Vecchio. “Well?” Vecchio asked, raising his eyebrows.
Fraser sighed again. “The ability of the two of you to get along with me has never been in question,” he said.
Vecchio looked over at Kowalski with a grin, and Kowalski chuckled.
“I don’t know,” Vecchio said slowly, looking down at Fraser than back up at Ray, “I think we could get along with each other if we put our minds to it. What do you think, Sta- Kowalski?”
Kowalski shrugged. He looked from his hand stroking Fraser’s hip to Vecchio’s hand stroking Fraser’s arm and slid his hand towards Ray’s. “I’m willing to try if you are.”
Vecchio smiled and ran his fingers over Kowalski’s and the two men’s eyes locked. “I like cooperation,” Vecchio said, his voice slightly rough. He trailed his fingers up Kowalski’s arm then grasped his shoulder and pulled Kowalski towards him.
Kowalski smiled and went with the gentle pressure, gladly meeting Ray’s lips with his own for a kiss. The kiss was fairly brief, then the two men pulled apart and smiled at each other tentatively.
They looked down to see Fraser staring up at them, suspicion, amusement, and a touch of arousal all showing in his expression.
Vecchio grinned at him. “See Benny? We can get along just fine.”
Kowalski smiled down at Fraser as well. “There’s no telling what we can do when we cooperate.”
He then looked over at Vecchio, and the two Rays got identical grins on their faces. They each pulled a sock off of Fraser, then reached up and eased his sweatpants over his hips and down his legs, finally pulling them off and tossing them to the floor.
Fraser’s t-shirt was quickly removed, then Vecchio and Kowalski slowly slid Fraser’s boxers down his body, and Fraser was lying naked before them.
“Cooperation is good,” Vecchio said.
“Very good,” Kowalski agreed.
They grinned at each other again, and Kowalski leaned over Fraser and began unbuttoning Ray’s shirt. Vecchio quickly undid and removed his tie, tossing carelessly behind him.
He then helped Kowalski finish unbuttoning his shirt and tossed that aside as well. Kowalski reached for Ray’s t-shirt, but Vecchio shook his head, taking Kowalski’s hands in his.
Kowalski looked at him with a puzzled frown, and Vecchio grinned at him, then grabbed Kowalski’s t-shirt, pulling it from the waist of his jeans and tugging it over his head.
The two men looked at each other with identical grins, and they could tell they were both thinking the same thing.
They jumped to their feet and tore the rest of their clothes off with great haste, then dropped down onto the bed again.
“Roll over, Benny,” Vecchio said, nudging him, and Fraser rolled onto his side again, facing Vecchio. “That’s better,” Vecchio said, lying down and giving Benny a kiss.
“Much better,” Kowalski agreed. He lay down behind Fraser, kissing his way down Fraser’s neck and across his shoulders.
Fraser gave a small gasp and leaned his head back against Kowalski; Vecchio leaned forward, following Fraser, and took Kowalski’s chin into his hand, bringing him up for another kiss.
Fraser drew a shuddering breath and buried his face against Vecchio’s throat, licking and nibbling, and Vecchio broke the kiss with a harsh gasp. “My God, you two,” he breathed, and Kowalski laughed softly.
Kowalski then shifted on the bed so he was lying even with Fraser’s back, and he rubbed his cock against the cleft between Fraser’s butt cheeks.
Fraser cried out sharply, and Vecchio looked over. A smile slowly spread across his face, and he laid down, pressing himself into Fraser, rubbing his cock against Fraser’s.
Fraser gave a small strangled cry, and the two Rays began thrusting against him. Their rhythm was uneven at first, but before very long they were thrusting against Fraser in perfect harmony.
Fraser reached out and grabbed Vecchio’s shoulder, pulling him into another kiss, and with his other hand he reached back and grabbed Kowalski’s ass, squeezing and releasing it in time with the thrusts of the two men.
Kowalski closed his eyes and buried his face in Fraser’s hair, gasping harshly. With a last gasp and a soft cry, he came, then collapsed limply against Fraser.
While struggling to get his breathing and heartbeat back to normal, he heard a cry from Vecchio, followed very closely by a sharp cry from Fraser, and then all was quiet in the small apartment.
He slowly became aware that Fraser’s hand no longer had his ass in a desperate grip, but was now rubbing and massaging it gently. He smiled, and found the strength to lift his head and look over Fraser’s shoulder.
Vecchio looked up to meet his gaze, and the two men smiled at each other. After a few minutes, Vecchio sighed and with a quick kiss for Fraser and Kowalski, he got out of bed and headed into the bathroom.
Kowalski got up and followed him, and the two men washed up in a silence that felt not only comfortable, but close.
When Kowalski had finished washing, he got a clean cloth and ran it under the warm water. Vecchio grinned at him and ran another cloth under cold water, and they returned to the bed.
Fraser had rolled onto his back again, and the two men lay down next to them as best as they could. Kowalski ran the warm washcloth over Fraser’s body, and Vecchio ran the cold cloth over Fraser’s face and through his hair, and Fraser smiled blissfully.
When they were done, they tossed the cloths to the floor and lay down, each one resting against one of Fraser’s shoulders.
“So Benny, will you go to dinner with us now?” Vecchio asked, and the other two men laughed.
“Maybe we could order in,” Fraser suggested.
“Good idea.”
“See,” Kowalski said triumphantly, “I told you we could cooperate.”
“I freely admit that you were right,” Fraser said.
“In that spirit of cooperation, Benny, there’s something you could do for us,” Vecchio said.
“What’s that?”
“You need to get a bigger bed.”
“Amen!” Ray exclaimed.
“There is nothing wrong with this bed,” Fraser said indignantly.
Two disbelieving laughs sounded. “Maybe not for one person,” Kowalski said, “but for the three of us, it’s way too crowded.”
“He’s right,” Vecchio said before Fraser could say anything. “I mean, togetherness is nice, but even that has its limits.”
“Oh dear,” Fraser said quietly.
“Oh dear? Oh dear what?”
“I’m beginning to learn that old adage ‘be careful what you wish for, because you just might get it’ is true.”
“What do you mean?” Kowalski asked, puzzled.
“Well, when I was hoping and begging you two to get along, the possibility never occurred to me that one day you might team up against me.”
The two Rays looked at each other, two very similar grins lighting up their faces.
Weakly, Fraser repeated “Oh dear.”