New fic for Giving Thanks
Hiiiiiiii! Today is my day, and so I thought I'd contribute a genderfucked Ray/Ray with a voyeuristic Fraser, because that's how I roll. The genfuck!verse is one in which Ray Kowalski is a girl. You can find all previous fics here- it's not a continuous storyline, more a dipping in and out of it. It's not essential to read them to know what's going on (RayK's a girl, and she's naked. Nuff said) but they're there for, uh, posterity.
Title: Arithmetic
Pairing: Ray/Ray (Fraser watching)
Rating:NC-17
Length: 1900 words
Notes: His dream life is spent in doorways, always caught between longing and reality...
She’s sprawled on his bed, naked, and he wants her. Her skin’s glowing softly in the light from the standard lamp in the corner, and he wants her, can’t step forward for reeling back at how beautiful she is.
“I can’t,” he says, bows his head, turns to leave. It’s like those dreams that plague him- sometimes faceless women, sometimes Stella, sometimes Benny, sometimes Irene. They want him, say they want him but he can’t, tells them he can’t, until his dream life is spent in doorways, always caught between longing and reality.
“Stay.”
Deep voice, hand on his shoulder. Oh, my Benny.
“This is a test, right? Or an elaborate joke. You- she- I mean, this is you two. I’m…I’m not. You’re testing my friendship.”
He’s babbling, desperate, but Benny’s hand feels like it’s burning right through his shirt, and the beer’s going to his head, and Kowalski, sprawled out like that, just looking at him, is doing things to his dick that haven’t happened since high school. He’s in freefall, looking for a place to crash down.
“You want her. You want me.”
So damn certain that Ray wants to laugh- it’s like he’s reciting the Mountie code or something, with that strong shining conviction that sent Ray all the way out to the desert, all the way down to Hell.
“It’s not that simple. It’s never- it could never-”
“It will. I’ll make it.”
He half turns back to Benny, away from the door. He’s facing the bed again, now.
“You dumb or something, Vecchio? Waiting for the gold embossed invitation? Cause I’m getting pretty bored, here.”
The only sign that Kowalski’s tense is the way the toes of her left foot curl in on themselves. It’s strangely endearing, that little sign of retreat, of hiding. Her voice is husky, nasal still, and it gives him that mix of hot and annoyed that it always has. They’re perfectly posed, this weird tableau, waiting to reanimate. A little snapshot, and Ray can feel the weight of every second as time pivots on this moment, and which way he turns.
“This is stupid,” he says, ducking his head, looking at his feet, buying himself some more time.
“Since when has that been a problem?” Kowalski asks, sitting up, looking across at him. Her hair’s grown a little bit, the spikes even more disarranged, making her look like a baby bird, all sticking out feathers and a demanding stare. He starts unbuttoning his shirt.
“Good point,” he says quietly, meeting her eyes with a half smile that she returns, crooked and sweet. Then he looks at Benny, and man, his eyes hold so much quiet happiness it’s like he’s glowing. It’s weird, teetering between awkward and hot still, but Benny’s happy. It makes the pieces fit together a little better.
Benny takes a step back, sits down on the wingback chair in the corner of the room, face partly in shadows. Ray keeps on unbuttoning his shirt, hands shaking, shrugs it off and tries not to hide himself.
“C’mere,” Kowalski instructs, scoots forward so she’s sitting on the edge of the bed and undoes his belt and flies with practised ease. He doesn’t know where to put his hands. “You and me, you and him, him you and me, me and him. Like one of those math questions.”
He obviously doesn’t look any more enlightened, because Kowalski huffs impatiently, stands up so she’s pressing herself against him. “It’s okay. All this is us. Now for fuck’s sake, touch me.”
He grins into the side of her neck, draws one hand lightly down her side until she shivers, moves to knock his hand away. “Thought you wanted touching, Kowalski,” he teases, looking over at Benny. Benny’s eyes are hooded, and he’s leaning back in the chair, legs parted, and oh god those jeans looked hot before, but now they’re fucking sinful. He keeps eye contact with Benny as he touches Kowalski again, hand on her hip, then round to her lower back. Her skin’s soft, downy fuzz running in a little line down her back. She moves into his touch, catlike, grasps the back of his neck and kisses him. Even if he can’t see Benny now, his presence is so strong it’s like he’s right there by the bed.
Kowalski’s gotten used to being a girl, to using her strength in different ways until it feels like all he ever does is get shoved up against walls by her when she’s pissy. It’s no big surprise that as soon as he’s really into the kissing, Kowalski hooks her leg over his and pulls them both onto the bed, flipping them so that she’s on top. Her nails have been bitten right down to the quick, but they still dig into his shoulders and she holds him down, kisses him like it’s an Olympic sport. Hungry- it’s like Kowalski’s picked up the mouth thing from Benny, always sucking on that bracelet, pens-
He’s imagined them kissing, too damn many times to count. Maybe- maybe they’ll let him watch, and the thought of that makes him dizzy, desperate, makes him gasp out ‘I want- you- can we?’ into her neck, his eyes tight shut. She tastes of sweat and soap, smells sweet and clean. She looks down at him. “You, uh, have you been checked?” He decodes, nods. “Never used to believe Stella telling me how great the Pill was. Ought to send her a card.”
Ray bursts out laughing at how weird it is that they’re bringing their ex into this, and Kowalski grins at him, ducking her head. He relaxes back onto the bed, watches Kowalski as she frowns, working out the mechanics of this. She darts quick glances to his face, like she’s looking for permission. He quirks a smile, shrugs- be my guest- knowing he’s annoying her with lazy insouciance, not caring if it means she gets that glint in her eye, that hangdog urge to prove herself.
One hand wrapped around his dick, and Christ, he hasn’t been touched there before now; he has to bite his lip and close his eyes at the sensation, keeps them closed as she steadies herself on his chest, and then his dick’s surrounded by tight heat. He feels like he’s dying, feels like this isn’t happening, because it’s stupid, impossible, one of those dreams that torments with what he can’t have. Kowalski’s feet are cold next to his thighs, but the rest of her is hot, so hot he’s burning right up. He doesn’t care if it’s real or not, not, all he wants to do is look at her now, look at her face, the way she’s biting her lip a little, the shadows and glows of her skin. Her nails are digging into him again, and she’s making little shifting movements with her hips, like she’s getting used to him. He runs his hand up and down her back, his other hand cupping the side of her face.
“Tell me where to touch you.”
“You need a map, Vecchio?”
“You too shy to ask, Kowalski?”
They glare at each other.
“Her ribs. That’s where she likes to be touched.”
Benny’s voice is husky, a little slurred. Ray obeys, feathering his hand out over her ribs, watching how she shifts, clenching around him.
“The underside of her breasts, where the skin’s softer. The small of her back. The nape of her neck. Her tattoo- she loves being bitten there, but gently. Her nipples, but she gets impatient if you spend too long on them. Her clitoris- of course- but not direct pressure. She likes to be kissed, not just on her mouth.”
Kowalski moves, now, raising and lowering herself as Benny instructs with a soft deep voice, like he’s weaving a spell around them with his words, tying them to each other and to him. He’s their fulcrum. He’s breathless, and Ray can hear the telltale sounds of him jerking off. She gasps as he touches her clit, cautiously, and shudders a little. She leans forward over him, a different angle, and he takes her left nipple into his mouth, gently closes his mouth around it, then releases and swirls his tongue until it’s tightly furled and she’s shaking a little, her breathing ragged, moving quicker, up and down. Benny’s still talking. He kisses her, pressing lightly on her clit, using his other hand to help her raise and lower herself onto him as she speeds up more, swearing breathlessly into his mouth.
Benny’s breath is coming in grunts, now, and he hears the gasp and the way his hand stills, wants to look over, see the way his eyes go when he’s just come. The air is thick and heavy with the smell of sex, and he can feel Kowalski’s orgasm building as she tightens around him, back arching. She bites his lip, hard, clenches her hand on his chest, comes like she’s uncoiling, all that tension whirling and spiralling outwards.
He holds himself still as she recovers, slumped forward on top of him, rubbing her back in small circles. “You and me and him. Us,” she whispers. “You can have him, too, have him fuck you while I watch, watch the two of us together, wake up with us in the morning-”
She licks the underside of his ear, starts moving her hips again as he feels his orgasm building up, and it’s like he’s existing in the future, too, in every time this will happen, every way this could happen. She keeps whispering as he comes with a harsh cry, whispers about king-sized beds and shared apartments, and he lies back and dares to hope.
Benny walks over, naked, holding a washcloth. Ray shakes his head, grins up at him. “Always the practical one,” he teases. Benny smiles back at him. “We’re crazy, you know that?” he tells both of them once Kowalski’s lobbed the cloth in the general direction of the bathroom.
“Shut up and come to bed.”
He obeys, getting in on the other side of Kowalski so she’s between him and Benny. It’s a bit of a tight fit, but somehow they all end up settled. Benny reaches over and takes his hand, stroking it with his thumb. “Are you…comfortable with this?” he asks. Ray huffs out a laugh.
“It’s a bit late for that, Benny. How long’ve you two been planning this? I mean, I’m assuming this wasn’t some sort of crazy impulse thing.”
“A few weeks. We’ve had a number of strategic meetings about it, of course.”
“He wanted to do a slideshow and a chart,” Kowalski tells him with a little snicker. “This was my plan, and it worked, Mister planning and preparation.”
“Hockey, beer, pizza and turning up naked? I think I’ve just had the perfect first date.”
“Don’t get too settled, Vecchio. Next time, we’re gonna choose curtains, maybe find a new pair of heels for me, and your ties all suck.”
Benny looks at him apologetically. “I’m not quite sure what you’ve just let yourself in for.”
Ray shrugs, feels like his smile is going to split his face in half. Whatever it is, it’s going to be good.
Title: Arithmetic
Pairing: Ray/Ray (Fraser watching)
Rating:NC-17
Length: 1900 words
Notes: His dream life is spent in doorways, always caught between longing and reality...
She’s sprawled on his bed, naked, and he wants her. Her skin’s glowing softly in the light from the standard lamp in the corner, and he wants her, can’t step forward for reeling back at how beautiful she is.
“I can’t,” he says, bows his head, turns to leave. It’s like those dreams that plague him- sometimes faceless women, sometimes Stella, sometimes Benny, sometimes Irene. They want him, say they want him but he can’t, tells them he can’t, until his dream life is spent in doorways, always caught between longing and reality.
“Stay.”
Deep voice, hand on his shoulder. Oh, my Benny.
“This is a test, right? Or an elaborate joke. You- she- I mean, this is you two. I’m…I’m not. You’re testing my friendship.”
He’s babbling, desperate, but Benny’s hand feels like it’s burning right through his shirt, and the beer’s going to his head, and Kowalski, sprawled out like that, just looking at him, is doing things to his dick that haven’t happened since high school. He’s in freefall, looking for a place to crash down.
“You want her. You want me.”
So damn certain that Ray wants to laugh- it’s like he’s reciting the Mountie code or something, with that strong shining conviction that sent Ray all the way out to the desert, all the way down to Hell.
“It’s not that simple. It’s never- it could never-”
“It will. I’ll make it.”
He half turns back to Benny, away from the door. He’s facing the bed again, now.
“You dumb or something, Vecchio? Waiting for the gold embossed invitation? Cause I’m getting pretty bored, here.”
The only sign that Kowalski’s tense is the way the toes of her left foot curl in on themselves. It’s strangely endearing, that little sign of retreat, of hiding. Her voice is husky, nasal still, and it gives him that mix of hot and annoyed that it always has. They’re perfectly posed, this weird tableau, waiting to reanimate. A little snapshot, and Ray can feel the weight of every second as time pivots on this moment, and which way he turns.
“This is stupid,” he says, ducking his head, looking at his feet, buying himself some more time.
“Since when has that been a problem?” Kowalski asks, sitting up, looking across at him. Her hair’s grown a little bit, the spikes even more disarranged, making her look like a baby bird, all sticking out feathers and a demanding stare. He starts unbuttoning his shirt.
“Good point,” he says quietly, meeting her eyes with a half smile that she returns, crooked and sweet. Then he looks at Benny, and man, his eyes hold so much quiet happiness it’s like he’s glowing. It’s weird, teetering between awkward and hot still, but Benny’s happy. It makes the pieces fit together a little better.
Benny takes a step back, sits down on the wingback chair in the corner of the room, face partly in shadows. Ray keeps on unbuttoning his shirt, hands shaking, shrugs it off and tries not to hide himself.
“C’mere,” Kowalski instructs, scoots forward so she’s sitting on the edge of the bed and undoes his belt and flies with practised ease. He doesn’t know where to put his hands. “You and me, you and him, him you and me, me and him. Like one of those math questions.”
He obviously doesn’t look any more enlightened, because Kowalski huffs impatiently, stands up so she’s pressing herself against him. “It’s okay. All this is us. Now for fuck’s sake, touch me.”
He grins into the side of her neck, draws one hand lightly down her side until she shivers, moves to knock his hand away. “Thought you wanted touching, Kowalski,” he teases, looking over at Benny. Benny’s eyes are hooded, and he’s leaning back in the chair, legs parted, and oh god those jeans looked hot before, but now they’re fucking sinful. He keeps eye contact with Benny as he touches Kowalski again, hand on her hip, then round to her lower back. Her skin’s soft, downy fuzz running in a little line down her back. She moves into his touch, catlike, grasps the back of his neck and kisses him. Even if he can’t see Benny now, his presence is so strong it’s like he’s right there by the bed.
Kowalski’s gotten used to being a girl, to using her strength in different ways until it feels like all he ever does is get shoved up against walls by her when she’s pissy. It’s no big surprise that as soon as he’s really into the kissing, Kowalski hooks her leg over his and pulls them both onto the bed, flipping them so that she’s on top. Her nails have been bitten right down to the quick, but they still dig into his shoulders and she holds him down, kisses him like it’s an Olympic sport. Hungry- it’s like Kowalski’s picked up the mouth thing from Benny, always sucking on that bracelet, pens-
He’s imagined them kissing, too damn many times to count. Maybe- maybe they’ll let him watch, and the thought of that makes him dizzy, desperate, makes him gasp out ‘I want- you- can we?’ into her neck, his eyes tight shut. She tastes of sweat and soap, smells sweet and clean. She looks down at him. “You, uh, have you been checked?” He decodes, nods. “Never used to believe Stella telling me how great the Pill was. Ought to send her a card.”
Ray bursts out laughing at how weird it is that they’re bringing their ex into this, and Kowalski grins at him, ducking her head. He relaxes back onto the bed, watches Kowalski as she frowns, working out the mechanics of this. She darts quick glances to his face, like she’s looking for permission. He quirks a smile, shrugs- be my guest- knowing he’s annoying her with lazy insouciance, not caring if it means she gets that glint in her eye, that hangdog urge to prove herself.
One hand wrapped around his dick, and Christ, he hasn’t been touched there before now; he has to bite his lip and close his eyes at the sensation, keeps them closed as she steadies herself on his chest, and then his dick’s surrounded by tight heat. He feels like he’s dying, feels like this isn’t happening, because it’s stupid, impossible, one of those dreams that torments with what he can’t have. Kowalski’s feet are cold next to his thighs, but the rest of her is hot, so hot he’s burning right up. He doesn’t care if it’s real or not, not, all he wants to do is look at her now, look at her face, the way she’s biting her lip a little, the shadows and glows of her skin. Her nails are digging into him again, and she’s making little shifting movements with her hips, like she’s getting used to him. He runs his hand up and down her back, his other hand cupping the side of her face.
“Tell me where to touch you.”
“You need a map, Vecchio?”
“You too shy to ask, Kowalski?”
They glare at each other.
“Her ribs. That’s where she likes to be touched.”
Benny’s voice is husky, a little slurred. Ray obeys, feathering his hand out over her ribs, watching how she shifts, clenching around him.
“The underside of her breasts, where the skin’s softer. The small of her back. The nape of her neck. Her tattoo- she loves being bitten there, but gently. Her nipples, but she gets impatient if you spend too long on them. Her clitoris- of course- but not direct pressure. She likes to be kissed, not just on her mouth.”
Kowalski moves, now, raising and lowering herself as Benny instructs with a soft deep voice, like he’s weaving a spell around them with his words, tying them to each other and to him. He’s their fulcrum. He’s breathless, and Ray can hear the telltale sounds of him jerking off. She gasps as he touches her clit, cautiously, and shudders a little. She leans forward over him, a different angle, and he takes her left nipple into his mouth, gently closes his mouth around it, then releases and swirls his tongue until it’s tightly furled and she’s shaking a little, her breathing ragged, moving quicker, up and down. Benny’s still talking. He kisses her, pressing lightly on her clit, using his other hand to help her raise and lower herself onto him as she speeds up more, swearing breathlessly into his mouth.
Benny’s breath is coming in grunts, now, and he hears the gasp and the way his hand stills, wants to look over, see the way his eyes go when he’s just come. The air is thick and heavy with the smell of sex, and he can feel Kowalski’s orgasm building as she tightens around him, back arching. She bites his lip, hard, clenches her hand on his chest, comes like she’s uncoiling, all that tension whirling and spiralling outwards.
He holds himself still as she recovers, slumped forward on top of him, rubbing her back in small circles. “You and me and him. Us,” she whispers. “You can have him, too, have him fuck you while I watch, watch the two of us together, wake up with us in the morning-”
She licks the underside of his ear, starts moving her hips again as he feels his orgasm building up, and it’s like he’s existing in the future, too, in every time this will happen, every way this could happen. She keeps whispering as he comes with a harsh cry, whispers about king-sized beds and shared apartments, and he lies back and dares to hope.
Benny walks over, naked, holding a washcloth. Ray shakes his head, grins up at him. “Always the practical one,” he teases. Benny smiles back at him. “We’re crazy, you know that?” he tells both of them once Kowalski’s lobbed the cloth in the general direction of the bathroom.
“Shut up and come to bed.”
He obeys, getting in on the other side of Kowalski so she’s between him and Benny. It’s a bit of a tight fit, but somehow they all end up settled. Benny reaches over and takes his hand, stroking it with his thumb. “Are you…comfortable with this?” he asks. Ray huffs out a laugh.
“It’s a bit late for that, Benny. How long’ve you two been planning this? I mean, I’m assuming this wasn’t some sort of crazy impulse thing.”
“A few weeks. We’ve had a number of strategic meetings about it, of course.”
“He wanted to do a slideshow and a chart,” Kowalski tells him with a little snicker. “This was my plan, and it worked, Mister planning and preparation.”
“Hockey, beer, pizza and turning up naked? I think I’ve just had the perfect first date.”
“Don’t get too settled, Vecchio. Next time, we’re gonna choose curtains, maybe find a new pair of heels for me, and your ties all suck.”
Benny looks at him apologetically. “I’m not quite sure what you’ve just let yourself in for.”
Ray shrugs, feels like his smile is going to split his face in half. Whatever it is, it’s going to be good.