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Title: What happens in... Detroit is no Vegas
Author: faycequevoudras
Rating: For mature audiences only
For: nos4a2no9 at One Night Stand ficathon by inlovewithnight
Prompt: a. due South, Fraser/Kowalski, prompt: hotel room. R/NC-17 preferred.
Warnings: For Adults Only
Ray hadn't been expecting a lot of things when they'd been called to Detroit to testify. A lot of grief from the local cops. A lot of run-throughs of the great speech of how one of Chicago's finest had a Mountie for a partner. He'd even hoped that maybe he'd meet a cute Detroit cop to show him around the city one of the nights they were there. What Ray hadn't thought of in a million years was that while he was destined to end up in the bed with a law enforcement official, said person was neither cute, petite, American, or even female.
Of course they hadn't ended up in bed. Not yet. Fraser had been telling one of his stories, something involving a frozen lake and an Inuit legend and someone with a name that Ray couldn't even pronounce, nonetheless spell, and then one thing had led to another. It had started with Ray saying there had to be something else they could be doing with their time, and Fraser asking what that might be. Ray was still trying to figure out how that had ended up with him pressed between the hard flat lines of the wall and the hard, curved lines of Fraser's chest.
Somewhere between a crack about going out and picking up girls and how lost would Dief get in a new city if they used him to help them pick up some chicks, talk had turned to what they really wanted and trusting one another. Trust. It was something that Ray didn't worry about in a few drinks and a possible one night stand but it meant everything to Fraser. Ray pushed and asked Fraser what that meant about their evening and the next thing he knew he was learning something very important. Fraser kissed like he did everything else. Strong, sure and determined. It wasn't like being kissed, it was being claimed.
"What... Wait..." Ray fumbled with words even as his hand gripped hard at the leather strap that crossed Fraser's chest. "Are we..."
"Aren't we?" Fraser's expression hadn't changed even as his fingers brushed through Ray's spiked hair. "Isn't this what you were asking for?" It wasn't uncommon for him to misunderstand another person's desires, though it was usually the other way around when he made that mistake. "Or were you asking for this?" Without hesitation Fraser's hand ran along the zippered fly of Ray's pants, cupping the cop's cock with a curious expression. "Isn't this what you want?"
"Yes. No. Dammit, Fraser, I don't know." The words came out in a rush, breathless and reflecting the confusion that showed on his face. Yet his fingers were still tight on the leather, white knuckled and seemingly unwilling to let go. Ray stared up into Fraser's eyes, licking his own lips and tasting Fraser on them. They were in a hotel and out of Chicago, and this was how things happened, things that changed lives. "Yeah, that's what I want."
Diving headlong into this union between them, Ray didn't wait for Fraser to kiss him again, or even realize what he said. Immediately his hands were working to try and get the straps off, to undo the belt, to find a way to his hands under the red serge and onto soft skin over hard muscle. He tugged and jerked at the leather, the hem of the fabric, finally giving an exasperated growl.
"Jesus, no wonder you never get laid. It's too much damn trouble getting out of that thing." Falling back against the wall, Ray's fist hit the wall with a hard thump. "Well?"
A small smile ghosted Fraser's lips.. If Ray didn't know better he might have thought Fraser was teasing him. "Well what?"
Yeah, Fraser was teasing him. Bad.
"Take off the damn suit,' Ray growled. He worked to make his voice rough, wanting to try and get Fraser worked up like his kisses had done for Ray. "If we're going to do this then let's do this."
That earned Ray little more than a laugh. "That is very romantic of you, Ray,' he proclaimed, but Fraser began undoing the straps.
He took his time, spending as much effort and care as he did every day, the pride he took in the uniform outshining even the lust that had been there a moment ago. That was hot too, watching Fraser slowly removing layer after layer. There was something about watching the straps pulled away, hearing the his of them against the jacket. Something so erotic about the shine of the buttons popping through the serge as they were pushed through to bare the white Henley beneath. He turned to hang it on the chair and Ray couldn't help but groan. It was so sexy, that broad expanse of shoulders framed by the black lines of suspenders.
"How come I never noticed how hot you were before?" Blurting out the words, Ray winced and looked away. The glance away only lasted a moment before he looked back, needing to see more as the suspenders were slid down, hanging from the clips at Fraser's waist.
"Maybe, Ray, that was because you were busy trying to seduce Frannie, and Marie in records, and Katherine at the court house and..."
"It was a hypotorical question, Fraser. I didn't mean for you to answer." Ray smirked, giving a nod of his head. "Come here."
"One moment, Ray. Why would you ask a question and not want to know the answer? In a moment like this especially."
"Because it hit me that you're pretty hot, and yeah that might have to do with the kisses because I really didn't think you had that in you to be kissing a guy like that. Or a girl. Or anyone short of, well..." He glanced towards the bathroom door. As if he was aware that he was being spoken of there was a whine from the other side of the door. "Shut it, Wolf. So, I was saying..."
"You were explaining that you didn't think I would be capable of some great passion,' Fraser supplied generously. "At least with men. Possibly with women as well. Not that you've seen me with either, not in a passionate, love making sense. I'm quite capable of passion. Passion is, after all, about desire and determination. We have both here. My desire for you, because as I said I have noticed before just how attractive you are as well as my determination. It is part of being a member of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. After all it takes determination to doggedly track and apprehend killers such as the men that killed my father which led me here in the first..."
Patience might be a virtue, but later Ray was going to have to remind Fraser there was such a thing as brevity. Or maybe he'd remind him now.
He moved suddenly, slamming Fraser back against the wall and kissing him, hard. It was all teeth and tongue, his own lip caught between their teeth and bringing the sharp tang of blood. Nimble fingers yanked at the black straps of the suspenders, pulling them down around Fraser's arm with a thought in mind. Using that kiss to distract, to tease, Ray looped the elastic around Fraser's wrist once, twice, the third time was hard, pulling the straps tight at the small of Fraser's back and securing them about his wrists.
"Ray..." Despite the precise diction, curiosity mixing with a hint of warning. Ray shook his head.
"Not now, Fraser. Later you can tell me all about your passion and drive. Later." Stepping back he couldn't stop staring the image before him. Sure Fraser wasn't completely at his mercy, not unless he wanted to be, and that was what made it so hot. He wasn't the only one that wanted this, wasn't the only one hard from just kissing. Ray groaned, fingers lightly running over the outline of Fraser cock. It twitched beneath his touch and Fraser groaned. "Maybe I should gag you,' he teased, fingers slowly undoing each button on the fly until the pull of the suspenders stretched it open enough to show the boxers beneath.
"Ray, it would be easier for me to participate if you undid my hands." Careful words and yet the tone had changed, deeper and huskier and definitely breathless. It was exactly what Ray wanted to hear.
Still smirking that dangerous grin, Ray pressed himself against Fraser's captive body, stretching up to grind himself against his partner. Pressing soft kisses against the side of Fraser's neck, his fingers brushed against the soft fabric of Fraser's boxers until he found the opening he sought. The first touch of calloused fingers against silky flesh and Ray couldn't stand it anymore.
He hit his knees with a thud, both hands gripping the elastic of boxers to wriggle them down. It didn't matter to him that he was still fully dressed, or that Fraser was only half undressed with his hands bound at his back. All that mattered in that moment was the first taste, was the need that coiled in the pit of his stomach and the knowledge that he had to do this right here, right now.
"Ray, maybe we should..."
Ray wasn't going to wait and hear what they should or shouldn't do. He knew what he was going to do and unless Fraser got aggressive, it was going to happen. Not that he thought he would. Not when Fraser was hard, cock twitching against the cool air in the room as Ray leaned in to softly nuzzle along his length.
Part of him didn't want to do it this way. He wanted to just just take and have and feel the sensation without a thought for anything but pure and utter pleasure. That's what he would have done if this didn't matter, if this was a one night stand or even a regular thing he knew he could have again next week. But this wasn't. It was him and Fraser and who the hell knew if when they got back to Chicago if it would even be mentioned again. If this was going to be the one shot he had, Ray was going to damn well make the most of it.
That was why he took his time. Lips running from base to tip and back before he slowly dragged his tongue along the vein at the underside of Fraser's cock. Taking it slow was worth it though for Fraser's reaction. The sharp intake of breath, the way he shifted, trying to widen his stance, broad shoulders pressed to the wall for leverage. From the corner of his eye, Ray watched those big hands flex, tightening into fists when there was nothing to grasp.
"I could learn to like this,' he admitted, smirking up at Fraser as he stroked Fraser's cock. "This what you wanted, Fraser?"
"Well actually Ray, it is..." Before he could launch into another spiel that was likely to just make Ray hotter than he was, Ray ran his tongue over the head of Fraser's cock in a quick swipe before wrapping his lips around the head and sucking. The thunk of Fraser's head falling back against the wall was nearly as satisfying as the feel of his thick cock in Ray's mouth.
He loved this moment, the taste and feel of it. Flesh still dry, hard and satiny at the same time. The first musky moment that was untainted by his own taste. Purely Fraser, just like the red serge and hat. Not that he could stay like that for long. No matter how he might want to, there would be something;u the twitch of thick flesh, the subtle press of hips eager for more. Hearing, once more, his name from Fraser, all twisted up with lust and desire. That was what did it.
He took Fraser deep, tongue pressed against the shaft as Ray began sucking his partner's cock in earnest. Not holding back as he nearly choked on the thick flesh, hand twisting at the base until he was cupping the weight of his balls. Every suck brought a squeeze, every shuddering breath Ray was forced to take exhaled over wet skin and tight abs.
Fraser writhed, fighting to keep his hips from bucking with his shoulders pushed against the wall. Struggling against his bindings, he worked to free one hand to try and control both himself and Ray's actions. The soft pleas and whispered repetitions of Ray's name left Ray aching, shifting to grinding himself against the polished shaft of Fraser's knee high boots. He took more, choking himself to try and take those last few inches, to feel his nose against the tight curls of hair and feel Fraser moving in his throat.
Maybe that was all it took, the erotic sensation of slim hips working a hard cock against supple leather in a desperate need for more. Between moans, Ray rolled his eyes back and looked up at Fraser, delighting in the look of pleasure and concentration on his face. Maybe it was that absolute desperate desire for that one step more. Whatever the reason, patience was quickly becoming an issue. Fraser jerked hard against his bindings, the elastic snapping and falling with to the carpet with the hiss of fabric against skin.
Without hesitation, his hands were gripping the back of Ray's head and pulling hard, giving a sharp moan as he began fucking Ray's mouth He pushed deep enough to feel him choke but not holding it long enough to make oxygen an issue, reveling in the tight sensation and wet heat. If Ray didn't think he had it in him, then he was going to show him otherwise. Growling softly, shifting to plant his feet wider as Fraser eagerly fucked the tight heat of Ray's mouth. Every moan, every roll of Ray's hips against the leather boot, every time he saw the roll of those eyes, hands clutching at red serge over strong thighs.
"Ray... Ray, I..." It was as much warning of how tight his body was, pleading even as Fraser's hand tightened against the back of his partner's head, nails lightly clawing at his scalp. Fraser's legs were trembling with exertion, his chest heaving with every breath, and "Ray!" was the only sound he made.
That was all the warning he gave, his entire body tensing as Fraser came in Ray's mouth. At the least minute he tried to pull away, tried to withdraw but Ray's hands were tight on the back of his thighs, swallowing hard and fast to try and catch it all. Still he choked, moaning as he looked up at Fraser with bright eyes. Despite the rough sound of his moan, the way his throat felt all gravelly and used and the sting of tears in his eyes, Ray didnt' stop licking and sucking until he felt Fraser begin to soften in his mouth.
Licking his lips, he stared up at his partner, hips still rolling to grind his aching cock against denim and boot leather. Ray's strong, calloused hands caressed the back of Fraser's thigh, liking the feel of springy hairs over smooth skin and powerful muscles. Still trembling above him, Fraser managed a small smile that held a lot more more mischief than most thought he was capable of.
"If you make a mess on my boots, Ray, I am going to require you to clean them up."
Author: faycequevoudras
Rating: For mature audiences only
For: nos4a2no9 at One Night Stand ficathon by inlovewithnight
Prompt: a. due South, Fraser/Kowalski, prompt: hotel room. R/NC-17 preferred.
Warnings: For Adults Only
Ray hadn't been expecting a lot of things when they'd been called to Detroit to testify. A lot of grief from the local cops. A lot of run-throughs of the great speech of how one of Chicago's finest had a Mountie for a partner. He'd even hoped that maybe he'd meet a cute Detroit cop to show him around the city one of the nights they were there. What Ray hadn't thought of in a million years was that while he was destined to end up in the bed with a law enforcement official, said person was neither cute, petite, American, or even female.
Of course they hadn't ended up in bed. Not yet. Fraser had been telling one of his stories, something involving a frozen lake and an Inuit legend and someone with a name that Ray couldn't even pronounce, nonetheless spell, and then one thing had led to another. It had started with Ray saying there had to be something else they could be doing with their time, and Fraser asking what that might be. Ray was still trying to figure out how that had ended up with him pressed between the hard flat lines of the wall and the hard, curved lines of Fraser's chest.
Somewhere between a crack about going out and picking up girls and how lost would Dief get in a new city if they used him to help them pick up some chicks, talk had turned to what they really wanted and trusting one another. Trust. It was something that Ray didn't worry about in a few drinks and a possible one night stand but it meant everything to Fraser. Ray pushed and asked Fraser what that meant about their evening and the next thing he knew he was learning something very important. Fraser kissed like he did everything else. Strong, sure and determined. It wasn't like being kissed, it was being claimed.
"What... Wait..." Ray fumbled with words even as his hand gripped hard at the leather strap that crossed Fraser's chest. "Are we..."
"Aren't we?" Fraser's expression hadn't changed even as his fingers brushed through Ray's spiked hair. "Isn't this what you were asking for?" It wasn't uncommon for him to misunderstand another person's desires, though it was usually the other way around when he made that mistake. "Or were you asking for this?" Without hesitation Fraser's hand ran along the zippered fly of Ray's pants, cupping the cop's cock with a curious expression. "Isn't this what you want?"
"Yes. No. Dammit, Fraser, I don't know." The words came out in a rush, breathless and reflecting the confusion that showed on his face. Yet his fingers were still tight on the leather, white knuckled and seemingly unwilling to let go. Ray stared up into Fraser's eyes, licking his own lips and tasting Fraser on them. They were in a hotel and out of Chicago, and this was how things happened, things that changed lives. "Yeah, that's what I want."
Diving headlong into this union between them, Ray didn't wait for Fraser to kiss him again, or even realize what he said. Immediately his hands were working to try and get the straps off, to undo the belt, to find a way to his hands under the red serge and onto soft skin over hard muscle. He tugged and jerked at the leather, the hem of the fabric, finally giving an exasperated growl.
"Jesus, no wonder you never get laid. It's too much damn trouble getting out of that thing." Falling back against the wall, Ray's fist hit the wall with a hard thump. "Well?"
A small smile ghosted Fraser's lips.. If Ray didn't know better he might have thought Fraser was teasing him. "Well what?"
Yeah, Fraser was teasing him. Bad.
"Take off the damn suit,' Ray growled. He worked to make his voice rough, wanting to try and get Fraser worked up like his kisses had done for Ray. "If we're going to do this then let's do this."
That earned Ray little more than a laugh. "That is very romantic of you, Ray,' he proclaimed, but Fraser began undoing the straps.
He took his time, spending as much effort and care as he did every day, the pride he took in the uniform outshining even the lust that had been there a moment ago. That was hot too, watching Fraser slowly removing layer after layer. There was something about watching the straps pulled away, hearing the his of them against the jacket. Something so erotic about the shine of the buttons popping through the serge as they were pushed through to bare the white Henley beneath. He turned to hang it on the chair and Ray couldn't help but groan. It was so sexy, that broad expanse of shoulders framed by the black lines of suspenders.
"How come I never noticed how hot you were before?" Blurting out the words, Ray winced and looked away. The glance away only lasted a moment before he looked back, needing to see more as the suspenders were slid down, hanging from the clips at Fraser's waist.
"Maybe, Ray, that was because you were busy trying to seduce Frannie, and Marie in records, and Katherine at the court house and..."
"It was a hypotorical question, Fraser. I didn't mean for you to answer." Ray smirked, giving a nod of his head. "Come here."
"One moment, Ray. Why would you ask a question and not want to know the answer? In a moment like this especially."
"Because it hit me that you're pretty hot, and yeah that might have to do with the kisses because I really didn't think you had that in you to be kissing a guy like that. Or a girl. Or anyone short of, well..." He glanced towards the bathroom door. As if he was aware that he was being spoken of there was a whine from the other side of the door. "Shut it, Wolf. So, I was saying..."
"You were explaining that you didn't think I would be capable of some great passion,' Fraser supplied generously. "At least with men. Possibly with women as well. Not that you've seen me with either, not in a passionate, love making sense. I'm quite capable of passion. Passion is, after all, about desire and determination. We have both here. My desire for you, because as I said I have noticed before just how attractive you are as well as my determination. It is part of being a member of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. After all it takes determination to doggedly track and apprehend killers such as the men that killed my father which led me here in the first..."
Patience might be a virtue, but later Ray was going to have to remind Fraser there was such a thing as brevity. Or maybe he'd remind him now.
He moved suddenly, slamming Fraser back against the wall and kissing him, hard. It was all teeth and tongue, his own lip caught between their teeth and bringing the sharp tang of blood. Nimble fingers yanked at the black straps of the suspenders, pulling them down around Fraser's arm with a thought in mind. Using that kiss to distract, to tease, Ray looped the elastic around Fraser's wrist once, twice, the third time was hard, pulling the straps tight at the small of Fraser's back and securing them about his wrists.
"Ray..." Despite the precise diction, curiosity mixing with a hint of warning. Ray shook his head.
"Not now, Fraser. Later you can tell me all about your passion and drive. Later." Stepping back he couldn't stop staring the image before him. Sure Fraser wasn't completely at his mercy, not unless he wanted to be, and that was what made it so hot. He wasn't the only one that wanted this, wasn't the only one hard from just kissing. Ray groaned, fingers lightly running over the outline of Fraser cock. It twitched beneath his touch and Fraser groaned. "Maybe I should gag you,' he teased, fingers slowly undoing each button on the fly until the pull of the suspenders stretched it open enough to show the boxers beneath.
"Ray, it would be easier for me to participate if you undid my hands." Careful words and yet the tone had changed, deeper and huskier and definitely breathless. It was exactly what Ray wanted to hear.
Still smirking that dangerous grin, Ray pressed himself against Fraser's captive body, stretching up to grind himself against his partner. Pressing soft kisses against the side of Fraser's neck, his fingers brushed against the soft fabric of Fraser's boxers until he found the opening he sought. The first touch of calloused fingers against silky flesh and Ray couldn't stand it anymore.
He hit his knees with a thud, both hands gripping the elastic of boxers to wriggle them down. It didn't matter to him that he was still fully dressed, or that Fraser was only half undressed with his hands bound at his back. All that mattered in that moment was the first taste, was the need that coiled in the pit of his stomach and the knowledge that he had to do this right here, right now.
"Ray, maybe we should..."
Ray wasn't going to wait and hear what they should or shouldn't do. He knew what he was going to do and unless Fraser got aggressive, it was going to happen. Not that he thought he would. Not when Fraser was hard, cock twitching against the cool air in the room as Ray leaned in to softly nuzzle along his length.
Part of him didn't want to do it this way. He wanted to just just take and have and feel the sensation without a thought for anything but pure and utter pleasure. That's what he would have done if this didn't matter, if this was a one night stand or even a regular thing he knew he could have again next week. But this wasn't. It was him and Fraser and who the hell knew if when they got back to Chicago if it would even be mentioned again. If this was going to be the one shot he had, Ray was going to damn well make the most of it.
That was why he took his time. Lips running from base to tip and back before he slowly dragged his tongue along the vein at the underside of Fraser's cock. Taking it slow was worth it though for Fraser's reaction. The sharp intake of breath, the way he shifted, trying to widen his stance, broad shoulders pressed to the wall for leverage. From the corner of his eye, Ray watched those big hands flex, tightening into fists when there was nothing to grasp.
"I could learn to like this,' he admitted, smirking up at Fraser as he stroked Fraser's cock. "This what you wanted, Fraser?"
"Well actually Ray, it is..." Before he could launch into another spiel that was likely to just make Ray hotter than he was, Ray ran his tongue over the head of Fraser's cock in a quick swipe before wrapping his lips around the head and sucking. The thunk of Fraser's head falling back against the wall was nearly as satisfying as the feel of his thick cock in Ray's mouth.
He loved this moment, the taste and feel of it. Flesh still dry, hard and satiny at the same time. The first musky moment that was untainted by his own taste. Purely Fraser, just like the red serge and hat. Not that he could stay like that for long. No matter how he might want to, there would be something;u the twitch of thick flesh, the subtle press of hips eager for more. Hearing, once more, his name from Fraser, all twisted up with lust and desire. That was what did it.
He took Fraser deep, tongue pressed against the shaft as Ray began sucking his partner's cock in earnest. Not holding back as he nearly choked on the thick flesh, hand twisting at the base until he was cupping the weight of his balls. Every suck brought a squeeze, every shuddering breath Ray was forced to take exhaled over wet skin and tight abs.
Fraser writhed, fighting to keep his hips from bucking with his shoulders pushed against the wall. Struggling against his bindings, he worked to free one hand to try and control both himself and Ray's actions. The soft pleas and whispered repetitions of Ray's name left Ray aching, shifting to grinding himself against the polished shaft of Fraser's knee high boots. He took more, choking himself to try and take those last few inches, to feel his nose against the tight curls of hair and feel Fraser moving in his throat.
Maybe that was all it took, the erotic sensation of slim hips working a hard cock against supple leather in a desperate need for more. Between moans, Ray rolled his eyes back and looked up at Fraser, delighting in the look of pleasure and concentration on his face. Maybe it was that absolute desperate desire for that one step more. Whatever the reason, patience was quickly becoming an issue. Fraser jerked hard against his bindings, the elastic snapping and falling with to the carpet with the hiss of fabric against skin.
Without hesitation, his hands were gripping the back of Ray's head and pulling hard, giving a sharp moan as he began fucking Ray's mouth He pushed deep enough to feel him choke but not holding it long enough to make oxygen an issue, reveling in the tight sensation and wet heat. If Ray didn't think he had it in him, then he was going to show him otherwise. Growling softly, shifting to plant his feet wider as Fraser eagerly fucked the tight heat of Ray's mouth. Every moan, every roll of Ray's hips against the leather boot, every time he saw the roll of those eyes, hands clutching at red serge over strong thighs.
"Ray... Ray, I..." It was as much warning of how tight his body was, pleading even as Fraser's hand tightened against the back of his partner's head, nails lightly clawing at his scalp. Fraser's legs were trembling with exertion, his chest heaving with every breath, and "Ray!" was the only sound he made.
That was all the warning he gave, his entire body tensing as Fraser came in Ray's mouth. At the least minute he tried to pull away, tried to withdraw but Ray's hands were tight on the back of his thighs, swallowing hard and fast to try and catch it all. Still he choked, moaning as he looked up at Fraser with bright eyes. Despite the rough sound of his moan, the way his throat felt all gravelly and used and the sting of tears in his eyes, Ray didnt' stop licking and sucking until he felt Fraser begin to soften in his mouth.
Licking his lips, he stared up at his partner, hips still rolling to grind his aching cock against denim and boot leather. Ray's strong, calloused hands caressed the back of Fraser's thigh, liking the feel of springy hairs over smooth skin and powerful muscles. Still trembling above him, Fraser managed a small smile that held a lot more more mischief than most thought he was capable of.
"If you make a mess on my boots, Ray, I am going to require you to clean them up."