Having a Party
First, apologies to all the people who are knocking themselves out every week to post things under the limit, because I'm about to break the rules. I really tried to get this under 1000 words but, even with help from Kellie, it wouldn't go lower than 1100. And I *hated* what was left.
So here's the whole enchilada. It's about 1500 words.
Thanks to Kellie and bluster for beta and to my SORT sisters for praise and support.
Thanks to the late Sam Cooke for the title. *G*
HAVING A PARTY
"Corporal Benton Fraser speaking."
Ray laughed. "Hey, Fraser."
Fraser's voice softened and deepened. "Hi, Ray."
"Sorry to call so late tonight. I couldn't get rid of my mom and dad."
"Helping you pack?"
Ray rolled his eyes. "They *thought* they were helping."
"Ah."
"How are you?"
"I'm fine, Ray," said Fraser, automatically. But then, "I miss you. It's. . . difficult."
"I miss you too, buddy. I can't wait to see you on Friday."
Fraser sighed. "It seems a long way off and I--"
There was a loud clicking noise on the line. Ray had to raise his voice to say "What, Frase?"
"Ray, remember about the party line?"
Oh yeah. The phone company hadn't forged their way up to Fort McPherson yet. It had only been about a hundred years, but whatever. Fraser's new house had a party line.
An elderly male voice. "Hello? Hello? Is that you, Corporal?"
"Yes, Reverend Hnatiuk." That was Fraser for you. Resigned, but polite. "I'm speaking to my partner in Chicago. Would it be possible for us to--"
"Of course, Corporal. In Chicago? What's he doing in Chicago?"
"Trying to talk to my partner in Fort McPherson," said Ray, pointedly.
"Did you two boys have an argument? That's a terrible shame. You need to talk things over."
"Yes, Reverend," said Fraser. "I mean, no. We didn't have an argument, but we *do* need to talk. If you'd give us a few minutes alone. . . ."
"Oh, of course! Happy to! But I really do think Ray should get back here as soon as possible. We could do a special counseling sess--"
Fraser sounded almost uncourteous, "Thank you, Reverend. Talk to you *tomorrow*. Good night."
Another click and then silence.
"Jesus, Fraser!"
"I'm sorry, Ray." He sounded upset. "I thought I had mentioned that you and I would be needing the line tonight."
"Hey, it's okay. I was just surprised. In Chicago, we have this thing -- everyone gets their own telephone line."
"Do you think you can adjust, Ray? I wouldn't ask you but. . . I don't know what we can do. . . since I'm committed here. . . ."
Oh geez! He needed to calm the guy down or they were going to have that "you've given up too much for me" talk again.
"Fraser, I'm coming back and we're going to live happily ever after, understand?"
A relieved sigh. "Understood."
"Good." Time for a distraction. "So . . . Frase?"
"Mmm?"
"What are you wearing?"
"Wha--? Oh! I'm wearing jeans, Ray. White socks."
"Fraser."
"Boots. A thermal undershirt."
"Fraser."
"--and that blue flannel--"
"Fraser! I was kind of hoping you might say 'nothing'. Get it?"
"Oh." Fraser sounded confused. "Well, I suppose I could undress. But--"
"Now you're talking. Take it off." Ray heard rustling sounds. He toed his own boots off then started on his jeans. "I like to imagine you completely naked on our bed, rolling around while --"
"Diefenbaker!"
"What?" Ray had his jeans half off and he froze. God, he'd assumed that Fraser's sexual preferences were pretty vanilla. He wasn't sure he could really go there.
"Diefenbaker. Off the bed, please. Out of the bedroom. Yes, now." Pause. Ray knew what was coming next. "All right, pancakes in the morning, but this kind of extortion isn't very sporting, considering all the times I've given *you* some privacy." Another pause. Ray pulled his t-shirt off. "What? Yes, it is the same thing. Almost." Ray rolled his eyes and pulled off his socks. It always riled Fraser when Dief teased him about his sex life. "But Ray *is* here. He's. . . on the telephone." Yeah, Dief pretty much won that round, for all he was sleeping on the sofa tonight. "That's a disgusting thing to say. I'm shutting the door now. Good night!" Ray knew that hard-ass attitude wouldn't last long. Yep. Here it was, very gently. "All right, Dief. Sweet dreams."
Ray felt a warm rush of affection. He smiled. "You alone now?"
"Finally. I'm sorry, Ray. I'm almost undressed." Rustle. "There."
"Wow! That was fast. Were you stripping the whole time you were arguing with the furball?" Ray teased.
"Uh. . . well, yes," said Fraser. "It seemed more efficient."
"Efficient, huh?" He could work with efficient. "What if I told you that I can't wait to get home and efficiently tear your clothes off--" Oh, he could just imagine. . . .
"Ray."
"--and efficiently throw you on the bed." Mmm. He ran his hand lightly down his chest, stopping briefly at all the sensitive places.
"Ray."
"And then I'm going to put my efficient hand on your--"
There was a loud click. "Hell-ooo?"
Ray jumped a foot and a half off the bed. "Gah!"
"Hello? Is that you, Corporal Fraser?" This time the voice was female. Shirlene Bourassa.
"Uh, yes ma'am."
"I'm so sorry to interrupt you boys. I thought you might be finished with the line."
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Bourassa. We need a few more minutes--"
"Half an hour," Ray snarled. It would take him at least that long to get his groove on again.
"--unless it's urgent".
"Why no, not at all. I was calling Selma LaPres to give her that cloudberry pie recipe. You complimented me on it at the community picnic last week."
"It was delicious."
"Glad you liked it, dear. Well now, you boys have a lovely chat."
"We're trying," barked Ray.
"Catch up on all the news!"
"Yes, Mrs. Bourassa. Goodbye." Fraser said, firmly.
"Night night!" she said. Silence.
Something wrong. "Fraser?"
"Not yet, Ray."
Click.
"She's gone now, Ray."
"Jeez, people there ever hear of phone sex?"
"There's not much call for it around here, Ray."
"Hardy ha ha, Fraser." Deep breath. "Okay, let's see what we can do. As I recall, my hand was on--"
"Ray."
"--your cock and I was--"
"Ray."
"--shoving you back on the bed. I was just going to--"
"Ray!"
"What?" Ray's hand stopped moving. "Geez, Fraser. When a guy's getting into a groove, you can't just interrupt him. *Again*."
"I'm sorry, Ray. I’m concerned about the party line issue, if you take my meaning."
Good point. But his dick had already stiffened again after the latest interruption and he really did *not* want another night of getting off alone, thinking of Fraser so far away. "Come on, Frase," he wheedled. "Nobody's listening."
"But...."
"Relax. Lie back on the bed and think about how I'm going to touch you." Time to bring out the big guns. "How I'm going to lick you."
Fraser groaned. This was easier than Ray had expected. Fraser must want it as badly as he did.
"That's right, Frase. I'm gonna lick you all over your body."
"All over?" Fraser sounded breathless. A little imploring. Ray liked that.
"Yes, all. . . You mean *there*? Oh yeah. Especially there. I'm going to spend a very long time licking you there. Softly, and then roughly, then *very* lightly."
Another groan. Louder.
"I'm not going to let you come, though."
A high moaning sound, almost a whimper.
"Got a finger . . . there, Frase?
"Mmm."
"Good. I want you to keep it there. Keep doing what feels good. Make yourself feel really, uh, good." Ray was having a hard time breathing. Not a great time to have a heart attack. He couldn't seem to slow his hand, so he tried to use a looser grip. "Imagine how I’m going to tease you on Friday. Holding you open. Licking and touching."
"Oh God. Oh God, Ray."
"You close, Frase?"
Gasp. "Yes."
"Me too. Hang on."
"Hurry!"
"Mmm. After I've licked you and teased you, I'm going to climb on top of you and I'm going to slide my cock into you and then, Frase, then I'm going to fuck you."
"Ray!"
Ray really hoped that yelp signaled Fraser's orgasm, because his own hand had gone out of control and he was coming. Hard. Hot liquid spraying his stomach. Hips bucking up off the bed. In his mind's eye, he saw Fraser doing the same, and the vision wrung one more spasm out of him.
"Oh God, Ray," Fraser said, eventually, in a calmer voice.
"You okay, Frase?"
"Mmmyeah. I'm. . . .very well." Must have come, then. Good, because Ray had zero energy to talk dirty again.
"Me too."
"I love you, Ray."
"I love you, too. I'll be home soon."
"Good night."
"Good night, Fraser. Sweet dreams."
Ray heard a click as Fraser hung up the phone, and then, as he put the phone down himself, he heard a chorus:
"You too, Ray."
"Night, dear!"
"See you soon, eh?"
And, very faintly, Mrs. Bourassa's voice saying, "We miss you, Ray".
Yeah, okay. They really were kind of sweet. For perverts.
But he was still going over to the cell phone place tomorrow to see what satellite technology could do for him.
***
So here's the whole enchilada. It's about 1500 words.
Thanks to Kellie and bluster for beta and to my SORT sisters for praise and support.
Thanks to the late Sam Cooke for the title. *G*
HAVING A PARTY
"Corporal Benton Fraser speaking."
Ray laughed. "Hey, Fraser."
Fraser's voice softened and deepened. "Hi, Ray."
"Sorry to call so late tonight. I couldn't get rid of my mom and dad."
"Helping you pack?"
Ray rolled his eyes. "They *thought* they were helping."
"Ah."
"How are you?"
"I'm fine, Ray," said Fraser, automatically. But then, "I miss you. It's. . . difficult."
"I miss you too, buddy. I can't wait to see you on Friday."
Fraser sighed. "It seems a long way off and I--"
There was a loud clicking noise on the line. Ray had to raise his voice to say "What, Frase?"
"Ray, remember about the party line?"
Oh yeah. The phone company hadn't forged their way up to Fort McPherson yet. It had only been about a hundred years, but whatever. Fraser's new house had a party line.
An elderly male voice. "Hello? Hello? Is that you, Corporal?"
"Yes, Reverend Hnatiuk." That was Fraser for you. Resigned, but polite. "I'm speaking to my partner in Chicago. Would it be possible for us to--"
"Of course, Corporal. In Chicago? What's he doing in Chicago?"
"Trying to talk to my partner in Fort McPherson," said Ray, pointedly.
"Did you two boys have an argument? That's a terrible shame. You need to talk things over."
"Yes, Reverend," said Fraser. "I mean, no. We didn't have an argument, but we *do* need to talk. If you'd give us a few minutes alone. . . ."
"Oh, of course! Happy to! But I really do think Ray should get back here as soon as possible. We could do a special counseling sess--"
Fraser sounded almost uncourteous, "Thank you, Reverend. Talk to you *tomorrow*. Good night."
Another click and then silence.
"Jesus, Fraser!"
"I'm sorry, Ray." He sounded upset. "I thought I had mentioned that you and I would be needing the line tonight."
"Hey, it's okay. I was just surprised. In Chicago, we have this thing -- everyone gets their own telephone line."
"Do you think you can adjust, Ray? I wouldn't ask you but. . . I don't know what we can do. . . since I'm committed here. . . ."
Oh geez! He needed to calm the guy down or they were going to have that "you've given up too much for me" talk again.
"Fraser, I'm coming back and we're going to live happily ever after, understand?"
A relieved sigh. "Understood."
"Good." Time for a distraction. "So . . . Frase?"
"Mmm?"
"What are you wearing?"
"Wha--? Oh! I'm wearing jeans, Ray. White socks."
"Fraser."
"Boots. A thermal undershirt."
"Fraser."
"--and that blue flannel--"
"Fraser! I was kind of hoping you might say 'nothing'. Get it?"
"Oh." Fraser sounded confused. "Well, I suppose I could undress. But--"
"Now you're talking. Take it off." Ray heard rustling sounds. He toed his own boots off then started on his jeans. "I like to imagine you completely naked on our bed, rolling around while --"
"Diefenbaker!"
"What?" Ray had his jeans half off and he froze. God, he'd assumed that Fraser's sexual preferences were pretty vanilla. He wasn't sure he could really go there.
"Diefenbaker. Off the bed, please. Out of the bedroom. Yes, now." Pause. Ray knew what was coming next. "All right, pancakes in the morning, but this kind of extortion isn't very sporting, considering all the times I've given *you* some privacy." Another pause. Ray pulled his t-shirt off. "What? Yes, it is the same thing. Almost." Ray rolled his eyes and pulled off his socks. It always riled Fraser when Dief teased him about his sex life. "But Ray *is* here. He's. . . on the telephone." Yeah, Dief pretty much won that round, for all he was sleeping on the sofa tonight. "That's a disgusting thing to say. I'm shutting the door now. Good night!" Ray knew that hard-ass attitude wouldn't last long. Yep. Here it was, very gently. "All right, Dief. Sweet dreams."
Ray felt a warm rush of affection. He smiled. "You alone now?"
"Finally. I'm sorry, Ray. I'm almost undressed." Rustle. "There."
"Wow! That was fast. Were you stripping the whole time you were arguing with the furball?" Ray teased.
"Uh. . . well, yes," said Fraser. "It seemed more efficient."
"Efficient, huh?" He could work with efficient. "What if I told you that I can't wait to get home and efficiently tear your clothes off--" Oh, he could just imagine. . . .
"Ray."
"--and efficiently throw you on the bed." Mmm. He ran his hand lightly down his chest, stopping briefly at all the sensitive places.
"Ray."
"And then I'm going to put my efficient hand on your--"
There was a loud click. "Hell-ooo?"
Ray jumped a foot and a half off the bed. "Gah!"
"Hello? Is that you, Corporal Fraser?" This time the voice was female. Shirlene Bourassa.
"Uh, yes ma'am."
"I'm so sorry to interrupt you boys. I thought you might be finished with the line."
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Bourassa. We need a few more minutes--"
"Half an hour," Ray snarled. It would take him at least that long to get his groove on again.
"--unless it's urgent".
"Why no, not at all. I was calling Selma LaPres to give her that cloudberry pie recipe. You complimented me on it at the community picnic last week."
"It was delicious."
"Glad you liked it, dear. Well now, you boys have a lovely chat."
"We're trying," barked Ray.
"Catch up on all the news!"
"Yes, Mrs. Bourassa. Goodbye." Fraser said, firmly.
"Night night!" she said. Silence.
Something wrong. "Fraser?"
"Not yet, Ray."
Click.
"She's gone now, Ray."
"Jeez, people there ever hear of phone sex?"
"There's not much call for it around here, Ray."
"Hardy ha ha, Fraser." Deep breath. "Okay, let's see what we can do. As I recall, my hand was on--"
"Ray."
"--your cock and I was--"
"Ray."
"--shoving you back on the bed. I was just going to--"
"Ray!"
"What?" Ray's hand stopped moving. "Geez, Fraser. When a guy's getting into a groove, you can't just interrupt him. *Again*."
"I'm sorry, Ray. I’m concerned about the party line issue, if you take my meaning."
Good point. But his dick had already stiffened again after the latest interruption and he really did *not* want another night of getting off alone, thinking of Fraser so far away. "Come on, Frase," he wheedled. "Nobody's listening."
"But...."
"Relax. Lie back on the bed and think about how I'm going to touch you." Time to bring out the big guns. "How I'm going to lick you."
Fraser groaned. This was easier than Ray had expected. Fraser must want it as badly as he did.
"That's right, Frase. I'm gonna lick you all over your body."
"All over?" Fraser sounded breathless. A little imploring. Ray liked that.
"Yes, all. . . You mean *there*? Oh yeah. Especially there. I'm going to spend a very long time licking you there. Softly, and then roughly, then *very* lightly."
Another groan. Louder.
"I'm not going to let you come, though."
A high moaning sound, almost a whimper.
"Got a finger . . . there, Frase?
"Mmm."
"Good. I want you to keep it there. Keep doing what feels good. Make yourself feel really, uh, good." Ray was having a hard time breathing. Not a great time to have a heart attack. He couldn't seem to slow his hand, so he tried to use a looser grip. "Imagine how I’m going to tease you on Friday. Holding you open. Licking and touching."
"Oh God. Oh God, Ray."
"You close, Frase?"
Gasp. "Yes."
"Me too. Hang on."
"Hurry!"
"Mmm. After I've licked you and teased you, I'm going to climb on top of you and I'm going to slide my cock into you and then, Frase, then I'm going to fuck you."
"Ray!"
Ray really hoped that yelp signaled Fraser's orgasm, because his own hand had gone out of control and he was coming. Hard. Hot liquid spraying his stomach. Hips bucking up off the bed. In his mind's eye, he saw Fraser doing the same, and the vision wrung one more spasm out of him.
"Oh God, Ray," Fraser said, eventually, in a calmer voice.
"You okay, Frase?"
"Mmmyeah. I'm. . . .very well." Must have come, then. Good, because Ray had zero energy to talk dirty again.
"Me too."
"I love you, Ray."
"I love you, too. I'll be home soon."
"Good night."
"Good night, Fraser. Sweet dreams."
Ray heard a click as Fraser hung up the phone, and then, as he put the phone down himself, he heard a chorus:
"You too, Ray."
"Night, dear!"
"See you soon, eh?"
And, very faintly, Mrs. Bourassa's voice saying, "We miss you, Ray".
Yeah, okay. They really were kind of sweet. For perverts.
But he was still going over to the cell phone place tomorrow to see what satellite technology could do for him.
***