Fic: "Before the Night is Through (I Wanna Do Bad Things to You)", due South, Ray/Ray/Stella, MA
Title: Before the Night is Through (I Wanna Do Bad Things to You)
Author: Sionnain
Fandom: due South
Pairing: Ray/Ray/Stella
Rating: Oh, my God, so very, very MA.
Summary: Ray and Vecchio meet Stella for dinner. Then they have a threesome. I don't really think this needs a complicated summary, y/y? :D
AN: For snoopypez, who was having a bit of a rough day. I asked her if I could write her something to cheer her up, and she said she would like some Ray/Ray/Stella non-angsty, threesome porn. With pegging. I do hope this meets with your approval, James. ::mwah:: Title is from Jace Everett's Bad Things. :D Thanks, as ever, to belmanoir and Meresy, who both went above and beyond when I presented them with 7K words of smut to beta. You're both fabulous and made out of hearts and things that are sparkly and good!
Before the Night is Through (I Wanna Do Bad Things To You)
For reasons that do not need exploring at this juncture, Ray and Vecchio are in a hotel room with their mutual ex-wife.
Well, perhaps there is one obvious reason.
Alcohol.
Isn't that always the best one?
Stella's in town for some conference of which Ray promptly forgot the details of, and she called to see if Ray and Vecchio wanted to meet for her a late dinner. And things between Ray and Stella ended badly, sure, but they are fine now. Better than fine, actually. They’re friends, exactly how they started, and Ray is glad about that. He sort of forgot that he and Stella make really great friends, in the middle of all the making out and marrying and moving out and divorcing.
She is cool with him and Vecchio--confused, maybe, but who isn’t--which is excellent, because Ray and Vecchio are good together. Very good, and they just kept keep getting better. So when Stella called and said, "You and your boyfriend should meet me for dinner," Ray said, "Okay, yeah, I'll see if we got plans."
Dinner was fine--maybe a little awkward at first, but things settled down over a bottle of wine and some good food. Vecchio teased him--Stella teased him--Ray defended himself manfully and teased them both in return. They avoided topics like Ray's former tendency to try and arrest guys Stella happened to be dating, and talked about Fraser and things that made them all laugh. Stella and Vecchio even talked about some of the people they'd known in Florida and tales about their short-lived bowling alley venture. Ray found himself laughing because they were funny stories, and Stella and Vecchio had a past just like Ray and Stella did, and it was okay, it wasn't weird at all.
One bottle of wine turned into another, and Vecchio--who usually didn't drink all that much more than a couple of beers during the game or a glass of wine or two at dinner--was doing that thing he did when he was relaxed and happy (and a little tipsy), the grinning and laughing and talking with his hands a lot. And grabbing Ray's knee under the table, fingers sliding up Ray's thigh and squeezing lightly.
That was also pretty great.
"God, I still can't believe this," Stella said finally, shaking her head and leaning back in her chair. "You two. You two. How did this happen?"
So they ended up telling her about how it had happened, him and Vecchio--and maybe it was because they were closing the place out and still drinking--but it got a little bawdy and suddenly they were talking about sex and blowjobs and him and Vecchio kissing in the Riv on a stakeout and all kinds of things they really shouldn't be telling their ex-wife about but seemed to be saying anyway. When the restaurant staff starting giving them the pointed you don't have to go home but you can't drink here looks, they called a cab because there was no way any of them could drive.
Now they are in the hotel room and there's no more wine. Just Stella with her heels kicked off, make-up a little blurry, smile just a bit wicked in a way Ray remembers always meant something really good was going to happen, usually to his dick. So he likes that smile, even if he and Stella are just friends now and Ray's dick gets nice things from Vecchio instead.
"So," she says, crossing her legs and uncrossing them (and Ray knows Vecchio is looking, or at least he's pretty sure, because he sure as fuck is looking), leans back on her elbows. "Show me."
"Wha?" Vecchio asks, gaping a bit, and Ray loves Vecchio when he's smooth, but he also loves Vecchio when he's silly, when he makes the coffee pot talk and make fun of Ray's crazy morning hair on Saturday mornings. And when he's kind of speechless, like he is now, staring at Stella like he's never seen her before.
"Maybe I think you're joking," Stella says, grinning at Ray. "About, you know." She waves her hand indicating the two of them. "All that stuff you were saying at dinner."
"Why would we do that?" Vecchio asks, looking at Ray with a what the hell? sort of expression.
Ray shrugs, giving Vecchio a hey, you were married to her, too one in return. They weren't married that long, sure, but if it wasn't long enough for Vecchio to recognize that Stella is teasing him, well, Ray feels kind of sorry for the guy. Vecchio must be drunker than Ray thought he was.
"Let's play a joke on the ex-wife? Maybe this is some set-up for Maxim," Stella says, smirking. The top of her tongue touches her upper lip as she regards them both thoughtfully. Ray notices that a few buttons on her shirt have come undone, which means he can see the lacy edge of her bra against her fair skin. And this, ogling Stella, isn't the same as it was when he was desperate and miserable, because he's neither of those things. He's happy--really happy--with Vecchio, and this--
This is just ogling because Stella is fucking hot.
"We're really not joking, Stell," Ray says, then looks over at Vecchio. And he's hot, too, in his suit and tie and one hand casually in his pocket, suit jacket pushed out of the way and damn, did someone turn up the temperature, here?
"Then prove it," Stella says, her voice a challenge, the one she used to use when she'd say I bet you're not that tired, Ray. And it should be weird, remembering all these happy sorts of things about sex with his ex-wife with his boyfriend in the room, but his boyfriend probably has memories of his own and whoa, why is that suddenly the hottest thing ever?
Ray snorts. "You think I'm easy enough to fall for that?"
"Like she doesn't know just how easy you are, Kowalski," Vecchio says, recovering his cool, grinning at Ray. And fuck, okay--that grin, that little smirky half-smile thing Vecchio does, it always makes Ray feel really stupid in the head even without wine. And then Vecchio jerks his chin in an obvious come here motion, and that's pretty much it.
Ray takes a few steps until he's next to Vecchio, grabs him by his tie and pulls him closer--slowly, because they have an audience--and makes sure they are standing directly in Stella's line of sight. He kisses Vecchio all hot and open mouthed, tasting wine and the tiramisu Vecchio had for dessert. Which is nice, 'cause hey, Vecchio's dessert had been better than the one Ray ordered and Vecchio would only share a few bites.
"Oh," he hears Stella say, and Ray feels Vecchio's fingers grab at the belt loops on his jeans and Vecchio pulls him in tighter, closer. And they are good at kissing, they do a lot of kissing, but this is even better. Because someone's watching, and that's weird enough on its own, but that someone is Stella.
Ray makes a happy noise in his throat because--well, yay, kissing Vecchio--and he feels Vecchio's hand slide up his back, and Ray is sucking on Vecchio's tongue and his hips push just a little. His thigh slides between Vecchio's legs.
"Jesus Christ," Stella says, breathless. "Ray. I--okay, you're definitely not joking."
Ray pulls back, and he looks over a little guiltily, worried she's suddenly going to be mad about the way they're obviously showing off, but--
She's got one hand down her skirt, and that is definitely not mad. Ray stares, panting, still pressed up tight against Vecchio and oh, Vecchio's watching, too. Good.
Stella gives them both a look. "Don't stop on my account," she says, sounding playful but also kind of like she's ordering them to keep going. Which, yeah, she sort of is.
Ray pauses, because he did not agree to this dinner thinking then we'll go do something kinky in a hotel room afterward, but then he stops thinking because Vecchio has started kissing him again.
Ray decides Vecchio is wearing too many clothes, so he lets go of Vecchio’s tie and pushes his jacket off. Then he pulls at Vecchio's tie, undoing the knot and sliding it slow out of the shirt, tossing it down with the jacket. Vecchio pushes away a little after that and leans down, picking up his jacket and his tie and walking over to drape them over a chair. And for a second, Ray is worried this is code, that this means I don't want to do this, but then Vecchio turns to him and smirks, lazily undoing the cuffs of his shirt.
"He doesn't have any patience," Vecchio drawls in that voice of his, tossing a smile over at Stella.
"Still fucks like the end of the world is imminent?" Stella asks, tilting her head, and now she is undoing her buttons and did they plan this? Ray just sort of stands there, staring at both of them, thinking he maybe won the lottery even if this is unexpected and kind of weird.
Vecchio laughs, then gives look a Ray that is both fond and exasperated. Ray sees that look a lot. "Oh, yeah."
"Whatever, Vecchio, you're not exactly Mr. Bossanova yourself," Ray snaps, and Stella giggles.
"Casanova. And it apparently worked for you," she says, sliding her blouse off her shoulders so that she's just wearing stockings and a skirt and her pretty, lacy blue bra.
"You, too," Ray points out, and Stella shrugs and they share a grin. And then Ray stops grinning, because Vecchio has crossed the room and has his hand on Ray's shirt and is hauling him closer to kiss him again.
"Mmm," says Stella. "You both still have more clothes on than me."
"Can fix that," Vecchio says agreeably, and tugs Ray's shirt until he's pulling it over his head. Ray obediently raises his arms, and when Vecchio tosses his shirt away (on the floor, but Ray doesn’t bother to pick his up) he tries to catch Vecchio's eyes, because things are progressing very quickly from making-out to getting-naked. And Ray likes the idea of where this is going; he likes it a whole, whole lot, but he has to make sure he's not messing something up with Vecchio.
Which he has got to check on soon, because Vecchio is sucking on his neck. And before Ray can say anything (more than the sort of "nrgh" sound he's making at the moment), Vecchio's mouth moves up to his ear, and he says, "This okay, Stanley?" Ray knows he's not talking about the neck-licking or the ear-licking or the way Vecchio is sliding his hand down Ray's naked back towards his ass.
Vecchio is checking on him.
Ray's hands slide down Vecchio's waist and he nods, pressing closer in an embrace that's more about communicating than it is about sex. "Yeah," he says, low, tilting his head back. "You?"
"Hell yes," Vecchio says, and laughs right against Ray's ear, and Ray--he just can't handle that so he grabs Vecchio's shoulder and kisses him, wet and messy and wild, and starts struggling with the buttons on Vecchio's shirt and so what if he's popped some off? He's learned how to sew buttons back on, even if he sort of sucks at it.
And while he and Vecchio are kissing, he hears Stella say, "It's a big bed over here, boys," and he reluctantly pulls back to look over at her. And he must look--something--from kissing Vecchio, face flushed, mouth swollen, holding onto Vecchio by his belt and pressed right up against him, because Stella exhales sharply and says, "Jesus Christ, Ray," and he imagines Vecchio looks much the same so hey, she's probably just saying that to both of them.
"I hate disappointing ladies," Vecchio says, untangling Ray just a little so he can walk over to the bed.
"I can say from experience that you never disappointed this lady," Stella says with a grin, wriggling out of her skirt and pushing it down. And she's wearing thigh-highs with a garter belt and cute little boy-cut panties (Ray was married long enough to learn the terminology), and fuck, she looks so hot he can't even stand it.
Ray climbs on the bed, on her other side. "What kind of a lady ends up with two guys in a bed?" Ray teases her, and he carefully, carefully reaches out to trace his fingers over the curve of her shoulder. Her skin is soft, smooth beneath his fingers. He’s remembering a thousand nights with Stella, touching her with shaking hands in the GTO with the windows all fogged-up, that breathless feeling like he might die as each new inch of skin was exposed. Their first apartment, with the upstairs neighbor who never turned off her television and banged on the floor when they got too loud in bed. He watches his fingers slide down her body and thinks about sex in the shower and sex on hot summer days, the way her skin would flush and how she felt riding him, hands sweaty and braced for balance on his chest.
This was the part they always got right. It was the living together part that got tricky, and even though Ray is in love with someone else (dumb, stupid in love at that), there is no denying their chemistry is as strong as its ever been. Without the anger of the divorce clouding the air between them, Ray is pretty sure this is going to be amazing. Because there was never, ever such a thing as bad sex with him and Stella, and there’s no amount of time in the universe that could pass and change that.
"A lucky one," Stella answers him, and winks. Vecchio laughs, and Ray stops thinking.
Vecchio is behind Stella, but he's not doing anything. He's taken off his dress shirt and his undershirt so he's just wearing his suit pants and his belt, and Ray is momentarily distracted by how nice that looks. And Ray himself is in jeans and boots and moves up so he's kneeling in front of Stella, who has her back to Vecchio, caught between them. "Stell?" he asks, soft, his hand tracing down towards the blue lace of her bra. She's breathing fast, he can feel her heart racing.
She looks up at him and smiles. "Yes, Ray," she says, and looks up at Vecchio, who gives a small nod, and that means they're really doing this. And then Vecchio leans down and kisses Stella, and okay, when Vecchio first came back to Chicago Ray used to think about it sometimes, how they must have been together, and it used to make him angry and want to punch things.
That is not how it actually feels to see it, though. Vecchio kisses her slow, one hand curved on her upper arm. Stella throat is bared as she kisses Vecchio back, and Ray actually has a hard time breathing for a second while he watches them. He moves closer and touches his mouth to Stella's skin, and she tastes good; like a girl, sure, but his girl, tangy and sweet, like that citrus-y fragrance she wore all the time, the one that always showed up on her Christmas list and he always forget about buying until Christmas Eve. Ray's hand covers her breast, thumb rubbing over her nipple as he finds the spot she always liked on her neck and breathes out slow. He grins against her skin as she shivers, making a small sound.
Impatient, Ray's fingers move to her back and find Vecchio's working at her bra. Their fingers tangle together ineffectually, and then Stella sits up and wriggles around a little. "Forgotten skill, is it? I'm disappointed in you both." She reaches behind her back and unfastens her bra with ease.
"Been a while, yeah," Ray says, then he's distracted because Stella tosses her bra aside and, well, it's been a while. He doesn't look up to see if Vecchio is looking, too, because that would be dumb. Of course he is. Stella has great breasts. If he wasn't looking, Ray would knock him upside the head and ask him what the hell his problem was.
And then Ray's doing more than looking, running his fingers over the swell of her breasts and taking one of Vecchio's hands in his. He grins at Stella and sucks Vecchio's fingers into his mouth, making a show of it because, hey, why not? Stella watches with heavy-lidded eyes as Ray runs his tongue over three of Vecchio's fingers, licking them with slow strokes, and then Ray rubs Vecchio's wet fingers over Stella's nipple and watches at is hardens.
Stella moans, and Ray leans forward and kisses her, sliding his tongue in her mouth and leaning forward a little to stroke her skin as he kisses her, tastes her with his tongue.
"Fuck, Kowalski," Vecchio says roughly, and Ray feels Vecchio's hand slide over his shoulder and grab at his back. Knowing Vecchio likes this makes Ray even harder, if that's possible. Ray moves away and leans down, sucking on Stella's nipple, using his tongue and making her gasp and writhe and push back against Vecchio, who hisses a little in response.
"Okay," Stella says, her hands on Ray's jeans, her voice breathy as she undoes the buttons and pulls his zipper down carefully. "C'mon. We're going to do this, we're going to do this." She looks over her shoulder at Vecchio. "Yeah?"
"God, you sound just like him." Vecchio grins and kisses her again, one hand playing with her breast. Ray is watching and almost doesn't notice when Stella's hand slides in his jeans until her hand is expertly stroking his cock, and it seems she hasn’t forgotten him, either.
Ray throws his head back as Stella and Vecchio--Christ, they're both undressing him, undoing the laces on his boots, throwing them to the floor with two soft thunks, pulling at his jeans.
"God, I always loved straddling him when he was wearing jeans and no shirt," says Stella, pulling his jeans and boxers off his hips. "He looked so hot walking around the apartment like that." Ray throws a cocky grin at her, which turns into a snort when Vecchio says,
"Yeah? You know he does that 'cause he's too lazy to do laundry, right?" But then Vecchio palms his cock and crawls up to lie next to him and kiss his neck, so okay, that's better.
Ray puts his hands behind his head and just watches. He's beginning to feel like maybe he drank so much at dinner he passed out, and he's going to wake up with sticky jeans and a hangover with his head on the table. But then Stella moves and sits right on top of him--still wearing her little lace panties--settling right over his erection and moving her hips. She's gasping, little breathless cries, and it feels so fucking good.
He turns to look at Vecchio and okay, that might have been a mistake. Vecchio is lying on his back next to him, the button on his pants undone, rubbing himself with his palm while he watches them. His eyes have gone all dark and blurry.
Stella leans down and runs her tongue up the shell of his ear. "I want to fuck you."
"Whatever you want," Ray agrees, fingers tightening on her hips. He's not really paying attention to what she's saying, or what that might actually mean.
"Feel good?" Vecchio asks him, and it seems he can talk, after all.
"Fuck yes," Ray moans, shifting, and pulls Stella harder against him, back and forth, and she's soft and wet and the lace is damp and oh, God he really wants to make this last but it's not looking like superhuman stamina is in the cards, here.
"Do that thing again, with his fingers," Stella demands, but she's panting so it doesn't sound as bossy as it might have. Which also would have been fine.
And Ray is just about to say something like, "You gotta use names, pronouns are confusing," but he can't actually make himself say that because of the moaning, so he just turns his head and Vecchio's fingers are there, and Ray starts sucking on them hard.
"Mmm. Want to watch him suck your cock," Stella says to Vecchio. "Is he good at it? I always figured he would be."
"Oh--Christ, yes, yes," Vecchio answers, voice sounding kind of strangled and two octaves lower than usual. "Like a fucking champion."
Ray sucks hard at his fingers as a thank-you for the compliment, and Stella leans down and kisses his arm, licks over the tattoo that says that very thing.
"Can I see?" Stella asks, and her hands are braced on his chest as she rides him, biting her lip, making little sounds that means she's really fucking close. He knows those sounds from her just like he’s starting to know them from Vecchio.
Ray finds his voice enough to start talking, because he's a talker everywhere else, and bed is no exception. "You want to watch me suck him off?" he asks, slowing her down a little by tightening his fingers on her hips. She's easier to move around that Vecchio is, and hey, that's fun.
Stella gives him a glare but nods, her hair sweaty and damp. Ray can feel her thigh-highs rubbing against his outer thighs, which is maddening in the best way ever. "God. Yes. Fuck, this is--I'm--faster, goddamn it, goddamn it, let me move faster."
Ray leans up and nips at her neck and whispers, "Ask me nice," in her ear, grinning when she shoves him down hard.
Vecchio gets up on his knees behind Stella, nudging at Ray's legs wider to give him room, and then he knocks Ray's hands off her hips and he's moving her, murmuring something Ray can't hear in her ear, kissing her neck and pushing her back and forth on Ray's cock. Ray takes this opportunity to slide his hands up and cover Stella's breasts, fingers pulling at her nipples, rubbing and twisting just a little because she likes that.
Stella's thighs tighten and she throws her head back, and Vecchio kisses her and pushes her hard, harder. Stella's panties are very wet now against his cock, the slide of the damp fabric pushing him closer to the edge. Just when he thinks he's about to lose it completely, she cries out and slumps forward on his chest, panting and shuddering and saying, "God, God, Ray," to both of them.
Vecchio is grinning at him over Stella's back. "You like feeling her come on your cock like that?"
Ray has a Thing for Vecchio talking dirty in that voice, which is why instead of answering, his hips push up and he thrusts against Stella once more, and then he comes so hard he thinks he might be seeing stars, or maybe planets, or maybe entire universes behind his tightly-closed eyes. His whole body feels wrung out with it.
"I'm going to have to wash these," Stella says, and Ray opens his eyes to find his arms around her and her sucking enthusiastically on his neck. "Thanks a lot, Ray. Warn a girl, next time."
"Hey," Ray protests weakly. "You climb on my cock like that, you get what you get."
"Wow, is this the kind of sweet-talking that got you into bed?" Stella asks Vecchio, climbing off Ray after kissing him, sweet and light. She pushes her panties down and kicks them off, leaving the garter and stockings and the rest of her naked, skin flushed and damp with sweat. And if Ray hadn't come already, that sight might have done it on its own. Damn. Damn.
"Kind of, yeah," Vecchio says. "I mean, I already knew he didn't have genius language skills--"
"Oh, shut up." Ray's eyes have drifted closed again, and he flings a hand out somewhere in the general direction of Vecchio's voice.
"--but his mouth is sure good for other stuff," Vecchio allows, and rubs Ray's thigh, which is sticky with come.
Mollified, Ray opens his eyes. Vecchio is right there, and Stella is--rummaging through her bag, which doesn't make sense, but she's a girl and maybe she wants like, a new pair of panties to put on or something, who knows.
"Good. I expect to be entertained." Stella sounds very smug. "You know me, Ray. I can get off a lot, if I want. And I want. So just keep that in mind.”
Ray knows that, and Vecchio knows that, and that’s kind of a really hot thing they both know, right there. Ray hooks a hand around Vecchio's neck and pulls him down to kiss him.
They’re kissing pretty intensely, and Vecchio is pushing his cock against Ray's hip. Ray missed the part where Vecchio got naked entirely, which is kind of a shame, but he’s glad there are no clothes between them. Ray grins a little against Vecchio's mouth. "I like it when she’s bossy."
"I can see that, yeah," Vecchio says, then shoves him down and lays half on top of him, rubbing himself against Ray's body which is still slick with come and sweat. Vecchio pins his arms above his head, biting at Ray's shoulder, his cock hard and hot against Ray's skin.
"Hey! I've got plans for you, Ray, stop that. I have something else I want to see, so you can't come yet." Stella comes back near the bed and Vecchio stops what he's doing, though he kind of groans a little and doesn't seem entirely happy about it.
Ray can't resist pulling a little at Vecchio's grip, saying, "Looks like you like it, too," and reaching up to bite him.
And then Vecchio starts grinning. Ray likes this grin because--well, Vecchio has a damn nice smile--but it sometimes makes him nervous, because it usually means he's amused at Ray's expense. It's his grin for when the Sox pull ahead of the Cubs or when he gets a suspect to confess before Ray does, or makes six shots in a row playing the Trashcan Game at work, or finds a good song on the radio that he knows will get stuck in Ray's head for days and that he'll end up singing, badly, in the shower.
Or when he sees Stella standing next to the bed, wearing a strap-on; black harness wrapping around her smooth skin, and a purple sparkly dildo sticking out of the center, which is what Ray sees when he turns his head to see what's making Vecchio smile like that.
"You always bring that with you to conferences? Your packing list is fucked up," Ray tells her, and Stella laughs and climbs back on the bed again, placing lube and a condom on the bedside table.
"Come on. I hear you're good at sucking cock, let me see." Stella runs her fingers over the purple dildo, and it's a little weird, but Ray likes girls and Ray likes cock and so it's not as weird as it could be.
So then there is some shifting around, with Vecchio lying against the headboard and Stella on her knees, and Ray sucking the head of the purple dildo deep into his mouth. It tastes like slick plastic and it's not the same but yet it kind of is, and Stella grabs his hair with her hands and bucks her hips and fucks his mouth and that sure feels real enough to be pretty fucking hot.
"Oh, Jesus fuck," Vecchio says in a strangled voice. "Jesus that's hot."
"Wow. Impressive." Stella moves away and crawls, a little gracelessly, so she is kneeling over Vecchio. "Your turn. See if you do it as well as your boyfriend."
Vecchio is jacking himself and he stops to open his mouth, letting Stella brace herself with her palms against the wall. And Ray has to kind of laugh at the sight of the purple sparkly plastic cock sliding into Vecchio's open mouth, but he stops laughing after a bit because, wow, Vecchio looks really hot sucking cock. And that must be how he looks when Ray is braced above him, gasping and moaning and fucking Vecchio's mouth.
Only, you know. Less sparkly.
"Mmm. You're good at it, too." Stella leans forward and kisses Vecchio, then moves down his body, kissing him and licking at his navel, down his thighs. Ray watches as she licks a long slow line up Vecchio's cock, making him moan and thrust up towards her mouth. Stella takes his cock in easy as anything, and Ray watches, transfixed.
Eventually, Stella pulls back and looks at Ray again. "I want to fuck you while you blow him and make him come. Okay?"
"You--" Ray doesn't even get a chance to finish.
"Say yes, Kowalski," Vecchio interjects, panting, stroking himself again. "Just say yes."
Well, how can Ray say no to that?
So there is some more maneuvering, Ray getting on his hands and knees on the mattress in front of Vecchio, reclining back on the bed. Stella is kneeling behind him, messing with the tube of lubricant and putting on a condom before slicking up the plastic cock, gasping like she's actually feeling the slide of her hand over skin. And he starts sucking Vecchio's cock, knows just how to do it, start slow and grasp at the base and use lots of tongue. And Stella is making appreciative noises and Vecchio's hands are in his hair, fingers tight, hips thrusting a little upwards.
"Think we can get him to start babbling in Italian?" Stella asks behind him, running a finger down the cleft of his ass.
Ray hums an answer and gives a brief nod, pulling away to lick at the head of Vecchio's cock like it's an ice cream cone on a hot summer day. "Think he's gonna forget he ever knew English." And then Ray feels Stella's lube-slicked fingers pressing against him, and they're different than Vecchio's because hers are slender and tipped with nails, which makes him hiss and clench a little. Stella presses up against him, breasts warm against his back, and that's different, too. She murmurs against his skin and Ray takes a few deep breaths, and then goes back to sucking Vecchio's cock while Stella opens him up.
The press of the dildo against him is a momentary surprise; it's not as warm as actual skin and it's a little too smooth, but it's good, very good. She eases in, slow, and he breathes out and lets her in, keeps himself relaxed, doesn’t tense up as she pushes inside. They’ve done this once or twice before, and though it’s been awhile, he still trusts her, still knows that she’s not going to go too fast or hurt him. When she’s all the way in, she starts moving and Ray moans around Vecchio's cock. Vecchio's fingers are so tight in his hair, it's almost painful. Vecchio is talking in a steady stream of words, things like "Kowalski, you look so good getting fucked," and "Fuck, Stella, do him, hard," and "Suck me, c'mon."
Stella's hands are on his hips and she's bucking, driving into him, hitting that sweet spot over and over while Ray takes Vecchio as deep as he can in his mouth. She's making noises that aren't words, but every now and then she gives a breathless little laugh. Her nails are digging into his hips and he's going to have marks there in the morning, but who cares. Every now and then she falters a little with the rhythm, the angle sometimes more painful than good, but she gets it back every time. Ray's not eighteen so he doesn't think he can get hard and get off again, but it doesn't matter, because this is still really fucking good.
Ray feels Stella's hand on his neck and then she pushes his head down, and Vecchio's cock hits the back of his throat and Ray sucks hard even as he chokes a little. Vecchio groans, loud, and his hips push once, twice, and then he's coming in Ray's mouth. And Ray's blood is kind of roaring in his ears but he can hear Vecchio saying something, words that definitely aren't English. Ray pulls off and watches Vecchio, his chest heaving, eyes closed as he fights for breath.
Eventually, Stella stills behind him and pulls out, gentle, and then leans down to kiss Ray on the back. "I don't know how you guys do that," she teases, lying on the bed next to Vecchio. "It's tiring."
"S'why we make you get on top sometimes," Vecchio mumbles, but it sounds kind of like, "S'why wmke yotpsmtimes." Luckily, Ray and Stella both can speak post-sex Vecchio.
"You can do that with two guys, right?" Stella asks, rubbing a hand over her sweaty, flushed face. She pauses, looking interested. "I thought you could."
"Sure," Ray says, moving up Vecchio's body to kiss him, slow and sweet. When he turns to look at Stella, he points at her and says, "You wanna try that, get Vecchio to do it.”
Vecchio snorts. "You gotta give me a few minutes if you want that." He looks up at Ray, runs his thumb over Ray's lower lip. "Fuck, Ray," he says gruffly.
Stella laughs. "I did." She sits up, removes the harness and the dildo, putting them on the nightstand after disposing of the condom. She lies back down and unselfconsciously puts her hand between her legs, starting to rub. It doesn't take her long before her thigh muscles tense and she comes with a soft moan.
"I got an idea," Vecchio says when she's finished, and starts bossily directing Ray to move back and take his place next to the headboard. Then Vecchio extends a hand to Stella--more polite with the ladies, it seems--and she gives him the one that was just between her legs, which okay, that's hot. And Vecchio moves her so that she's half-reclining against Ray, her legs on the outside of his, all spread open and then Vecchio kisses her and moves down her body, licking and taking his time, until he's--
Oh. Oh. Now Ray has a bird's-eye view of Vecchio settling between Stella's thighs, opening her with his fingers and using his mouth. Stella gasps and turns her head, looking up at Ray with dazed eyes. "He's got a good mouth," she says huskily.
Ray smiles down at her and rubs his thumb over her lip, much like Vecchio did to him, earlier. "I know," he says, amused, and slides his fingers in her mouth. And then he watches as Vecchio drives her crazy, as Stella sucks hard on his fingers and writhes and moves and grabs Vecchio's head, pushing him where she wants him.
When she does that, Vecchio lifts his head and grins, his mouth wet, and Ray is going to have that image happily burned in his brain for anytime he needs it, thank you very much. "That's familiar," Vecchio says.
Stella hits him on the side of the head and mumbles around Ray's fingers.
"I think that was don't fucking stop, Ray," Ray says, and Stella nods a little wildly and then bites lightly at his fingers and Vecchio goes back to work.
Ray watches her, thinks how many times he’s seen this, knows exactly what it means when she bites her lip and whimpers like that. At one point he reaches down and pushes Vecchio’s head a little to the left, which earns him a quick smile from Stella as she settles back against him. The curve of her back fits perfectly against him, like it always did. She reaches out with one hand and twines her fingers around his free hand, holding on tight. Ray rubs at her knuckles with his thumb, squeezing her hand back. Ray nuzzles at her neck, smoothes her damp hair off her face with his free hand, talks low in her ear. Tells her how good Vecchio looks between her legs, how good it's going to feel when she comes, how much he liked getting fucked by her. And once, soft and quiet, he breathes out I missed you in her ear, because it’s true.
Vecchio finds just the right spot and then she's shaking, back arching as she presses against him, his fingers falling from his mouth as she comes. It goes on a long time and then she falls back, pushing weakly at Vecchio's head and mumbling something about sensitive, turning her head and panting against Ray's chest. Ray rests his chin on top of her head, feeling the weight of her in his arms, savoring the unexpected thrill of having her there again.
Vecchio sits up, looking incredibly pleased with himself, as he should. Ray holds up his hand and makes a fist behind Stella's head, and Vecchio bumps it solemnly with his own.
"Stop it," Stella says, as if she could tell what they'd just done with her eyes closed, but she's smiling.
Vecchio moves to sit next to Ray. Ray puts his head on his shoulder, and Vecchio reaches out and strokes his fingers down Stella's shoulder and arm. They sit there for a minute, quiet, and then Stella stretches and shoves at Ray's leg so she can move away and stand up.
"That," Stella says, naked and disheveled, her garters unfastened and both of her thigh highs slipping down her legs, "Was fantastic." She pauses in the midst of taking off the garter belt and raises one eyebrow at the both of them. "Well?"
"Yes, God," Vecchio says, laughing. "Right, Kowalski?"
"Mmm," Ray says, eyes sliding closed. Vecchio smells good, like him and Ray and Stella. Ray wants to go to sleep now.
"He still falls asleep right after sex, huh?"
"In about four seconds," Vecchio answers, and smacks Ray kind of hard on the leg. "Wake up, Stanley. Time to go home."
Ray yawns and sits up. "Are we gonna take a cab back to the restaurant to get your car, or leave it there and go home?" he asks hopefully, because he knows he won't be driving but damn, he's tired and his place is really not that far from here.
Vecchio levels a look at him. "What do you think?"
"Good thing you're driving," Ray says with a sigh, and goes to find his jeans. It’s weird, because he does love Stella and he loves Vecchio, but he wants to go home with Vecchio and lay with his head in his lap on the couch and listen to Vecchio make fun of the sportscaster he hates on the nightly news.
Stella goes into the bathroom and comes out in a robe, and they're all quiet for a minute as they get dressed. Ray looks over at the bedside table where the purple dildo rests next to the ugly hotel lamp and a room service menu. "Stella, I gotta know. Did you plan this? 'Cause I am still having trouble figuring out why you brought this with you."
"Yes, Ray," Stella says dryly, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I planned to have a hot threesome with both my ex-husbands. That's the conference I'm at, didn't I tell you?"
"Ha, ha." Ray rolls his eyes. "Seriously, c'mon. I know you always used to take a vibrator on business trips--"
"Ray!"
"Oh, what, that's going to embarrass you? After what we just did? You're a funny girl, Stella. You just thought you might pick up some guy who liked getting fucked?"
"Not some guy, Ray." Stella smirks, looking extremely pleased with herself. "You remember Mackenzie King?"
"The journalist?" He blinks, startled. "What about her?"
Stella's smile widens. "We have a date tomorrow night. That's why I brought it.”
Ray and Vecchio both gape at her.
"Is she gonna be okay that you just fucked two guys?"
Stella throws her head back and laughs. "Oh, I think she'll find it very...stimulating."
"As long as it doesn’t end up in the paper. Hey! Did you just use us to improve your sex life?" Ray asks, and then puts his hands up. "You should know I am one-hundred-percent okay with that. Vecchio?"
"One-hundred and ten," Vecchio agrees cheerfully, tucking in his shirt and going to find his shoes.
Ray gazes at her thoughtfully, trying to put on his boots while he's still standing up. "You're dating girls, now?"
"Sure," Stella stands up and finds his shirt, tossing it at him. Ray pulls it over his head, scowls when he realizes it's on inside out, but he's too tired to fix it. "Hey, being bi worked out so well for you two, maybe I'll be just as lucky."
Ray winks at her. "So that’s why you were test-driving the fancy underwear-I should have known, that’s not your usual style.” He grins. You want we should meet you both for dinner tomorrow?"
Stella pats him on the cheek. "I think maybe not, Ray."
"You're gonna tell us how it goes, though, right?"
"Yeah. I'll call you when I get back and fill you in." She leans up and presses a quick kiss to his cheek, then his mouth. Her arms tighten around her, and Ray feels a sweet ache in his chest, but it’s all right. "I’m so glad I got to see you. I’m really glad you’re happy.”
Ray hugs her back, and it's easier than he ever thought it would be to let her go. "It was great to see you, too. And thanks."
Stella walks over and hugs Vecchio, kissing him. "God help you," she says with mock seriousness, nodding at Ray. "And thank you. Ray's a lucky guy. For a lot of reasons."
Vecchio laughs, and Ray thinks maybe he's blushing a little. "Yeah? Thanks." Vecchio kisses Stella on both her cheeks, like he's some kind of Italian patriarch. Which technically he is, but it still makes Ray laugh. "And, hey, good luck to you, too. Mackenzie’s…well. You know."
Stella looks pleased. "What can I say, I like a challenge. Now, I want a shower and I'm not sharing, so get out of here." She says it nicely, though Ray can tell she means it. And it's okay. He wants to go home, back to his place or Vecchio's, and go to sleep. Maybe have a snack first. Threesomes are tiring. They never mention that in Penthouse.
Sex with Stella is greatness, but he wants to go home and sleep with Vecchio. And then wake up in the morning, talk about what a fucking fantastic night this was, and have sex again.
Vecchio walks over and puts his hand on Ray's back; he can feel the steady, warm weight of it through his shirt and leans into it, a little. "You ready, Stanley?"
"Sure am, Raimundo."
Vecchio huffs a sigh, but Ray can tell he doesn't mean it. They leave Stella's room after a final farewell and head down to the lobby to get a cab. They're quiet, but every now and then, they look at each other and grin.
"Damn good seeing Stella," Vecchio says, and if he were smirking any wider, Fraser could see it in Canada. "Told you that'd go well."
"Yeah, I'm sure you meant we'll have a hot threesome when you said that." Ray laughs. "Jesus. Jesus. When you were--"
Vecchio holds up a hand. "Please, Kowalski, let's wait until we're home to rehash all the details. The cab's here." He opens the door to the cab, sliding over, giving the cab driver directions to the restaurant where the Riv's parked.
"But we can do that when we get home, right?" Ray follows him in, shutting the door behind him. "The rehashing part."
Vecchio gives him a look like Ray's an idiot. "Um, yes. Obviously."
"Good." Ray grins at him, sliding his hand up Vecchio's thigh. "Because I think I've recovered. Y'know?"
Vecchio's eyes are dark in the cab, and his voice is suddenly husky. "Yeah?"
"Yeah."
Vecchio nods, then leans over and kisses him, quick and hard. Then he leans forward and says, "Change of plans," and gives the cab driver Ray's address instead.
Author: Sionnain
Fandom: due South
Pairing: Ray/Ray/Stella
Rating: Oh, my God, so very, very MA.
Summary: Ray and Vecchio meet Stella for dinner. Then they have a threesome. I don't really think this needs a complicated summary, y/y? :D
AN: For snoopypez, who was having a bit of a rough day. I asked her if I could write her something to cheer her up, and she said she would like some Ray/Ray/Stella non-angsty, threesome porn. With pegging. I do hope this meets with your approval, James. ::mwah:: Title is from Jace Everett's Bad Things. :D Thanks, as ever, to belmanoir and Meresy, who both went above and beyond when I presented them with 7K words of smut to beta. You're both fabulous and made out of hearts and things that are sparkly and good!
Before the Night is Through (I Wanna Do Bad Things To You)
For reasons that do not need exploring at this juncture, Ray and Vecchio are in a hotel room with their mutual ex-wife.
Well, perhaps there is one obvious reason.
Alcohol.
Isn't that always the best one?
Stella's in town for some conference of which Ray promptly forgot the details of, and she called to see if Ray and Vecchio wanted to meet for her a late dinner. And things between Ray and Stella ended badly, sure, but they are fine now. Better than fine, actually. They’re friends, exactly how they started, and Ray is glad about that. He sort of forgot that he and Stella make really great friends, in the middle of all the making out and marrying and moving out and divorcing.
She is cool with him and Vecchio--confused, maybe, but who isn’t--which is excellent, because Ray and Vecchio are good together. Very good, and they just kept keep getting better. So when Stella called and said, "You and your boyfriend should meet me for dinner," Ray said, "Okay, yeah, I'll see if we got plans."
Dinner was fine--maybe a little awkward at first, but things settled down over a bottle of wine and some good food. Vecchio teased him--Stella teased him--Ray defended himself manfully and teased them both in return. They avoided topics like Ray's former tendency to try and arrest guys Stella happened to be dating, and talked about Fraser and things that made them all laugh. Stella and Vecchio even talked about some of the people they'd known in Florida and tales about their short-lived bowling alley venture. Ray found himself laughing because they were funny stories, and Stella and Vecchio had a past just like Ray and Stella did, and it was okay, it wasn't weird at all.
One bottle of wine turned into another, and Vecchio--who usually didn't drink all that much more than a couple of beers during the game or a glass of wine or two at dinner--was doing that thing he did when he was relaxed and happy (and a little tipsy), the grinning and laughing and talking with his hands a lot. And grabbing Ray's knee under the table, fingers sliding up Ray's thigh and squeezing lightly.
That was also pretty great.
"God, I still can't believe this," Stella said finally, shaking her head and leaning back in her chair. "You two. You two. How did this happen?"
So they ended up telling her about how it had happened, him and Vecchio--and maybe it was because they were closing the place out and still drinking--but it got a little bawdy and suddenly they were talking about sex and blowjobs and him and Vecchio kissing in the Riv on a stakeout and all kinds of things they really shouldn't be telling their ex-wife about but seemed to be saying anyway. When the restaurant staff starting giving them the pointed you don't have to go home but you can't drink here looks, they called a cab because there was no way any of them could drive.
Now they are in the hotel room and there's no more wine. Just Stella with her heels kicked off, make-up a little blurry, smile just a bit wicked in a way Ray remembers always meant something really good was going to happen, usually to his dick. So he likes that smile, even if he and Stella are just friends now and Ray's dick gets nice things from Vecchio instead.
"So," she says, crossing her legs and uncrossing them (and Ray knows Vecchio is looking, or at least he's pretty sure, because he sure as fuck is looking), leans back on her elbows. "Show me."
"Wha?" Vecchio asks, gaping a bit, and Ray loves Vecchio when he's smooth, but he also loves Vecchio when he's silly, when he makes the coffee pot talk and make fun of Ray's crazy morning hair on Saturday mornings. And when he's kind of speechless, like he is now, staring at Stella like he's never seen her before.
"Maybe I think you're joking," Stella says, grinning at Ray. "About, you know." She waves her hand indicating the two of them. "All that stuff you were saying at dinner."
"Why would we do that?" Vecchio asks, looking at Ray with a what the hell? sort of expression.
Ray shrugs, giving Vecchio a hey, you were married to her, too one in return. They weren't married that long, sure, but if it wasn't long enough for Vecchio to recognize that Stella is teasing him, well, Ray feels kind of sorry for the guy. Vecchio must be drunker than Ray thought he was.
"Let's play a joke on the ex-wife? Maybe this is some set-up for Maxim," Stella says, smirking. The top of her tongue touches her upper lip as she regards them both thoughtfully. Ray notices that a few buttons on her shirt have come undone, which means he can see the lacy edge of her bra against her fair skin. And this, ogling Stella, isn't the same as it was when he was desperate and miserable, because he's neither of those things. He's happy--really happy--with Vecchio, and this--
This is just ogling because Stella is fucking hot.
"We're really not joking, Stell," Ray says, then looks over at Vecchio. And he's hot, too, in his suit and tie and one hand casually in his pocket, suit jacket pushed out of the way and damn, did someone turn up the temperature, here?
"Then prove it," Stella says, her voice a challenge, the one she used to use when she'd say I bet you're not that tired, Ray. And it should be weird, remembering all these happy sorts of things about sex with his ex-wife with his boyfriend in the room, but his boyfriend probably has memories of his own and whoa, why is that suddenly the hottest thing ever?
Ray snorts. "You think I'm easy enough to fall for that?"
"Like she doesn't know just how easy you are, Kowalski," Vecchio says, recovering his cool, grinning at Ray. And fuck, okay--that grin, that little smirky half-smile thing Vecchio does, it always makes Ray feel really stupid in the head even without wine. And then Vecchio jerks his chin in an obvious come here motion, and that's pretty much it.
Ray takes a few steps until he's next to Vecchio, grabs him by his tie and pulls him closer--slowly, because they have an audience--and makes sure they are standing directly in Stella's line of sight. He kisses Vecchio all hot and open mouthed, tasting wine and the tiramisu Vecchio had for dessert. Which is nice, 'cause hey, Vecchio's dessert had been better than the one Ray ordered and Vecchio would only share a few bites.
"Oh," he hears Stella say, and Ray feels Vecchio's fingers grab at the belt loops on his jeans and Vecchio pulls him in tighter, closer. And they are good at kissing, they do a lot of kissing, but this is even better. Because someone's watching, and that's weird enough on its own, but that someone is Stella.
Ray makes a happy noise in his throat because--well, yay, kissing Vecchio--and he feels Vecchio's hand slide up his back, and Ray is sucking on Vecchio's tongue and his hips push just a little. His thigh slides between Vecchio's legs.
"Jesus Christ," Stella says, breathless. "Ray. I--okay, you're definitely not joking."
Ray pulls back, and he looks over a little guiltily, worried she's suddenly going to be mad about the way they're obviously showing off, but--
She's got one hand down her skirt, and that is definitely not mad. Ray stares, panting, still pressed up tight against Vecchio and oh, Vecchio's watching, too. Good.
Stella gives them both a look. "Don't stop on my account," she says, sounding playful but also kind of like she's ordering them to keep going. Which, yeah, she sort of is.
Ray pauses, because he did not agree to this dinner thinking then we'll go do something kinky in a hotel room afterward, but then he stops thinking because Vecchio has started kissing him again.
Ray decides Vecchio is wearing too many clothes, so he lets go of Vecchio’s tie and pushes his jacket off. Then he pulls at Vecchio's tie, undoing the knot and sliding it slow out of the shirt, tossing it down with the jacket. Vecchio pushes away a little after that and leans down, picking up his jacket and his tie and walking over to drape them over a chair. And for a second, Ray is worried this is code, that this means I don't want to do this, but then Vecchio turns to him and smirks, lazily undoing the cuffs of his shirt.
"He doesn't have any patience," Vecchio drawls in that voice of his, tossing a smile over at Stella.
"Still fucks like the end of the world is imminent?" Stella asks, tilting her head, and now she is undoing her buttons and did they plan this? Ray just sort of stands there, staring at both of them, thinking he maybe won the lottery even if this is unexpected and kind of weird.
Vecchio laughs, then gives look a Ray that is both fond and exasperated. Ray sees that look a lot. "Oh, yeah."
"Whatever, Vecchio, you're not exactly Mr. Bossanova yourself," Ray snaps, and Stella giggles.
"Casanova. And it apparently worked for you," she says, sliding her blouse off her shoulders so that she's just wearing stockings and a skirt and her pretty, lacy blue bra.
"You, too," Ray points out, and Stella shrugs and they share a grin. And then Ray stops grinning, because Vecchio has crossed the room and has his hand on Ray's shirt and is hauling him closer to kiss him again.
"Mmm," says Stella. "You both still have more clothes on than me."
"Can fix that," Vecchio says agreeably, and tugs Ray's shirt until he's pulling it over his head. Ray obediently raises his arms, and when Vecchio tosses his shirt away (on the floor, but Ray doesn’t bother to pick his up) he tries to catch Vecchio's eyes, because things are progressing very quickly from making-out to getting-naked. And Ray likes the idea of where this is going; he likes it a whole, whole lot, but he has to make sure he's not messing something up with Vecchio.
Which he has got to check on soon, because Vecchio is sucking on his neck. And before Ray can say anything (more than the sort of "nrgh" sound he's making at the moment), Vecchio's mouth moves up to his ear, and he says, "This okay, Stanley?" Ray knows he's not talking about the neck-licking or the ear-licking or the way Vecchio is sliding his hand down Ray's naked back towards his ass.
Vecchio is checking on him.
Ray's hands slide down Vecchio's waist and he nods, pressing closer in an embrace that's more about communicating than it is about sex. "Yeah," he says, low, tilting his head back. "You?"
"Hell yes," Vecchio says, and laughs right against Ray's ear, and Ray--he just can't handle that so he grabs Vecchio's shoulder and kisses him, wet and messy and wild, and starts struggling with the buttons on Vecchio's shirt and so what if he's popped some off? He's learned how to sew buttons back on, even if he sort of sucks at it.
And while he and Vecchio are kissing, he hears Stella say, "It's a big bed over here, boys," and he reluctantly pulls back to look over at her. And he must look--something--from kissing Vecchio, face flushed, mouth swollen, holding onto Vecchio by his belt and pressed right up against him, because Stella exhales sharply and says, "Jesus Christ, Ray," and he imagines Vecchio looks much the same so hey, she's probably just saying that to both of them.
"I hate disappointing ladies," Vecchio says, untangling Ray just a little so he can walk over to the bed.
"I can say from experience that you never disappointed this lady," Stella says with a grin, wriggling out of her skirt and pushing it down. And she's wearing thigh-highs with a garter belt and cute little boy-cut panties (Ray was married long enough to learn the terminology), and fuck, she looks so hot he can't even stand it.
Ray climbs on the bed, on her other side. "What kind of a lady ends up with two guys in a bed?" Ray teases her, and he carefully, carefully reaches out to trace his fingers over the curve of her shoulder. Her skin is soft, smooth beneath his fingers. He’s remembering a thousand nights with Stella, touching her with shaking hands in the GTO with the windows all fogged-up, that breathless feeling like he might die as each new inch of skin was exposed. Their first apartment, with the upstairs neighbor who never turned off her television and banged on the floor when they got too loud in bed. He watches his fingers slide down her body and thinks about sex in the shower and sex on hot summer days, the way her skin would flush and how she felt riding him, hands sweaty and braced for balance on his chest.
This was the part they always got right. It was the living together part that got tricky, and even though Ray is in love with someone else (dumb, stupid in love at that), there is no denying their chemistry is as strong as its ever been. Without the anger of the divorce clouding the air between them, Ray is pretty sure this is going to be amazing. Because there was never, ever such a thing as bad sex with him and Stella, and there’s no amount of time in the universe that could pass and change that.
"A lucky one," Stella answers him, and winks. Vecchio laughs, and Ray stops thinking.
Vecchio is behind Stella, but he's not doing anything. He's taken off his dress shirt and his undershirt so he's just wearing his suit pants and his belt, and Ray is momentarily distracted by how nice that looks. And Ray himself is in jeans and boots and moves up so he's kneeling in front of Stella, who has her back to Vecchio, caught between them. "Stell?" he asks, soft, his hand tracing down towards the blue lace of her bra. She's breathing fast, he can feel her heart racing.
She looks up at him and smiles. "Yes, Ray," she says, and looks up at Vecchio, who gives a small nod, and that means they're really doing this. And then Vecchio leans down and kisses Stella, and okay, when Vecchio first came back to Chicago Ray used to think about it sometimes, how they must have been together, and it used to make him angry and want to punch things.
That is not how it actually feels to see it, though. Vecchio kisses her slow, one hand curved on her upper arm. Stella throat is bared as she kisses Vecchio back, and Ray actually has a hard time breathing for a second while he watches them. He moves closer and touches his mouth to Stella's skin, and she tastes good; like a girl, sure, but his girl, tangy and sweet, like that citrus-y fragrance she wore all the time, the one that always showed up on her Christmas list and he always forget about buying until Christmas Eve. Ray's hand covers her breast, thumb rubbing over her nipple as he finds the spot she always liked on her neck and breathes out slow. He grins against her skin as she shivers, making a small sound.
Impatient, Ray's fingers move to her back and find Vecchio's working at her bra. Their fingers tangle together ineffectually, and then Stella sits up and wriggles around a little. "Forgotten skill, is it? I'm disappointed in you both." She reaches behind her back and unfastens her bra with ease.
"Been a while, yeah," Ray says, then he's distracted because Stella tosses her bra aside and, well, it's been a while. He doesn't look up to see if Vecchio is looking, too, because that would be dumb. Of course he is. Stella has great breasts. If he wasn't looking, Ray would knock him upside the head and ask him what the hell his problem was.
And then Ray's doing more than looking, running his fingers over the swell of her breasts and taking one of Vecchio's hands in his. He grins at Stella and sucks Vecchio's fingers into his mouth, making a show of it because, hey, why not? Stella watches with heavy-lidded eyes as Ray runs his tongue over three of Vecchio's fingers, licking them with slow strokes, and then Ray rubs Vecchio's wet fingers over Stella's nipple and watches at is hardens.
Stella moans, and Ray leans forward and kisses her, sliding his tongue in her mouth and leaning forward a little to stroke her skin as he kisses her, tastes her with his tongue.
"Fuck, Kowalski," Vecchio says roughly, and Ray feels Vecchio's hand slide over his shoulder and grab at his back. Knowing Vecchio likes this makes Ray even harder, if that's possible. Ray moves away and leans down, sucking on Stella's nipple, using his tongue and making her gasp and writhe and push back against Vecchio, who hisses a little in response.
"Okay," Stella says, her hands on Ray's jeans, her voice breathy as she undoes the buttons and pulls his zipper down carefully. "C'mon. We're going to do this, we're going to do this." She looks over her shoulder at Vecchio. "Yeah?"
"God, you sound just like him." Vecchio grins and kisses her again, one hand playing with her breast. Ray is watching and almost doesn't notice when Stella's hand slides in his jeans until her hand is expertly stroking his cock, and it seems she hasn’t forgotten him, either.
Ray throws his head back as Stella and Vecchio--Christ, they're both undressing him, undoing the laces on his boots, throwing them to the floor with two soft thunks, pulling at his jeans.
"God, I always loved straddling him when he was wearing jeans and no shirt," says Stella, pulling his jeans and boxers off his hips. "He looked so hot walking around the apartment like that." Ray throws a cocky grin at her, which turns into a snort when Vecchio says,
"Yeah? You know he does that 'cause he's too lazy to do laundry, right?" But then Vecchio palms his cock and crawls up to lie next to him and kiss his neck, so okay, that's better.
Ray puts his hands behind his head and just watches. He's beginning to feel like maybe he drank so much at dinner he passed out, and he's going to wake up with sticky jeans and a hangover with his head on the table. But then Stella moves and sits right on top of him--still wearing her little lace panties--settling right over his erection and moving her hips. She's gasping, little breathless cries, and it feels so fucking good.
He turns to look at Vecchio and okay, that might have been a mistake. Vecchio is lying on his back next to him, the button on his pants undone, rubbing himself with his palm while he watches them. His eyes have gone all dark and blurry.
Stella leans down and runs her tongue up the shell of his ear. "I want to fuck you."
"Whatever you want," Ray agrees, fingers tightening on her hips. He's not really paying attention to what she's saying, or what that might actually mean.
"Feel good?" Vecchio asks him, and it seems he can talk, after all.
"Fuck yes," Ray moans, shifting, and pulls Stella harder against him, back and forth, and she's soft and wet and the lace is damp and oh, God he really wants to make this last but it's not looking like superhuman stamina is in the cards, here.
"Do that thing again, with his fingers," Stella demands, but she's panting so it doesn't sound as bossy as it might have. Which also would have been fine.
And Ray is just about to say something like, "You gotta use names, pronouns are confusing," but he can't actually make himself say that because of the moaning, so he just turns his head and Vecchio's fingers are there, and Ray starts sucking on them hard.
"Mmm. Want to watch him suck your cock," Stella says to Vecchio. "Is he good at it? I always figured he would be."
"Oh--Christ, yes, yes," Vecchio answers, voice sounding kind of strangled and two octaves lower than usual. "Like a fucking champion."
Ray sucks hard at his fingers as a thank-you for the compliment, and Stella leans down and kisses his arm, licks over the tattoo that says that very thing.
"Can I see?" Stella asks, and her hands are braced on his chest as she rides him, biting her lip, making little sounds that means she's really fucking close. He knows those sounds from her just like he’s starting to know them from Vecchio.
Ray finds his voice enough to start talking, because he's a talker everywhere else, and bed is no exception. "You want to watch me suck him off?" he asks, slowing her down a little by tightening his fingers on her hips. She's easier to move around that Vecchio is, and hey, that's fun.
Stella gives him a glare but nods, her hair sweaty and damp. Ray can feel her thigh-highs rubbing against his outer thighs, which is maddening in the best way ever. "God. Yes. Fuck, this is--I'm--faster, goddamn it, goddamn it, let me move faster."
Ray leans up and nips at her neck and whispers, "Ask me nice," in her ear, grinning when she shoves him down hard.
Vecchio gets up on his knees behind Stella, nudging at Ray's legs wider to give him room, and then he knocks Ray's hands off her hips and he's moving her, murmuring something Ray can't hear in her ear, kissing her neck and pushing her back and forth on Ray's cock. Ray takes this opportunity to slide his hands up and cover Stella's breasts, fingers pulling at her nipples, rubbing and twisting just a little because she likes that.
Stella's thighs tighten and she throws her head back, and Vecchio kisses her and pushes her hard, harder. Stella's panties are very wet now against his cock, the slide of the damp fabric pushing him closer to the edge. Just when he thinks he's about to lose it completely, she cries out and slumps forward on his chest, panting and shuddering and saying, "God, God, Ray," to both of them.
Vecchio is grinning at him over Stella's back. "You like feeling her come on your cock like that?"
Ray has a Thing for Vecchio talking dirty in that voice, which is why instead of answering, his hips push up and he thrusts against Stella once more, and then he comes so hard he thinks he might be seeing stars, or maybe planets, or maybe entire universes behind his tightly-closed eyes. His whole body feels wrung out with it.
"I'm going to have to wash these," Stella says, and Ray opens his eyes to find his arms around her and her sucking enthusiastically on his neck. "Thanks a lot, Ray. Warn a girl, next time."
"Hey," Ray protests weakly. "You climb on my cock like that, you get what you get."
"Wow, is this the kind of sweet-talking that got you into bed?" Stella asks Vecchio, climbing off Ray after kissing him, sweet and light. She pushes her panties down and kicks them off, leaving the garter and stockings and the rest of her naked, skin flushed and damp with sweat. And if Ray hadn't come already, that sight might have done it on its own. Damn. Damn.
"Kind of, yeah," Vecchio says. "I mean, I already knew he didn't have genius language skills--"
"Oh, shut up." Ray's eyes have drifted closed again, and he flings a hand out somewhere in the general direction of Vecchio's voice.
"--but his mouth is sure good for other stuff," Vecchio allows, and rubs Ray's thigh, which is sticky with come.
Mollified, Ray opens his eyes. Vecchio is right there, and Stella is--rummaging through her bag, which doesn't make sense, but she's a girl and maybe she wants like, a new pair of panties to put on or something, who knows.
"Good. I expect to be entertained." Stella sounds very smug. "You know me, Ray. I can get off a lot, if I want. And I want. So just keep that in mind.”
Ray knows that, and Vecchio knows that, and that’s kind of a really hot thing they both know, right there. Ray hooks a hand around Vecchio's neck and pulls him down to kiss him.
They’re kissing pretty intensely, and Vecchio is pushing his cock against Ray's hip. Ray missed the part where Vecchio got naked entirely, which is kind of a shame, but he’s glad there are no clothes between them. Ray grins a little against Vecchio's mouth. "I like it when she’s bossy."
"I can see that, yeah," Vecchio says, then shoves him down and lays half on top of him, rubbing himself against Ray's body which is still slick with come and sweat. Vecchio pins his arms above his head, biting at Ray's shoulder, his cock hard and hot against Ray's skin.
"Hey! I've got plans for you, Ray, stop that. I have something else I want to see, so you can't come yet." Stella comes back near the bed and Vecchio stops what he's doing, though he kind of groans a little and doesn't seem entirely happy about it.
Ray can't resist pulling a little at Vecchio's grip, saying, "Looks like you like it, too," and reaching up to bite him.
And then Vecchio starts grinning. Ray likes this grin because--well, Vecchio has a damn nice smile--but it sometimes makes him nervous, because it usually means he's amused at Ray's expense. It's his grin for when the Sox pull ahead of the Cubs or when he gets a suspect to confess before Ray does, or makes six shots in a row playing the Trashcan Game at work, or finds a good song on the radio that he knows will get stuck in Ray's head for days and that he'll end up singing, badly, in the shower.
Or when he sees Stella standing next to the bed, wearing a strap-on; black harness wrapping around her smooth skin, and a purple sparkly dildo sticking out of the center, which is what Ray sees when he turns his head to see what's making Vecchio smile like that.
"You always bring that with you to conferences? Your packing list is fucked up," Ray tells her, and Stella laughs and climbs back on the bed again, placing lube and a condom on the bedside table.
"Come on. I hear you're good at sucking cock, let me see." Stella runs her fingers over the purple dildo, and it's a little weird, but Ray likes girls and Ray likes cock and so it's not as weird as it could be.
So then there is some shifting around, with Vecchio lying against the headboard and Stella on her knees, and Ray sucking the head of the purple dildo deep into his mouth. It tastes like slick plastic and it's not the same but yet it kind of is, and Stella grabs his hair with her hands and bucks her hips and fucks his mouth and that sure feels real enough to be pretty fucking hot.
"Oh, Jesus fuck," Vecchio says in a strangled voice. "Jesus that's hot."
"Wow. Impressive." Stella moves away and crawls, a little gracelessly, so she is kneeling over Vecchio. "Your turn. See if you do it as well as your boyfriend."
Vecchio is jacking himself and he stops to open his mouth, letting Stella brace herself with her palms against the wall. And Ray has to kind of laugh at the sight of the purple sparkly plastic cock sliding into Vecchio's open mouth, but he stops laughing after a bit because, wow, Vecchio looks really hot sucking cock. And that must be how he looks when Ray is braced above him, gasping and moaning and fucking Vecchio's mouth.
Only, you know. Less sparkly.
"Mmm. You're good at it, too." Stella leans forward and kisses Vecchio, then moves down his body, kissing him and licking at his navel, down his thighs. Ray watches as she licks a long slow line up Vecchio's cock, making him moan and thrust up towards her mouth. Stella takes his cock in easy as anything, and Ray watches, transfixed.
Eventually, Stella pulls back and looks at Ray again. "I want to fuck you while you blow him and make him come. Okay?"
"You--" Ray doesn't even get a chance to finish.
"Say yes, Kowalski," Vecchio interjects, panting, stroking himself again. "Just say yes."
Well, how can Ray say no to that?
So there is some more maneuvering, Ray getting on his hands and knees on the mattress in front of Vecchio, reclining back on the bed. Stella is kneeling behind him, messing with the tube of lubricant and putting on a condom before slicking up the plastic cock, gasping like she's actually feeling the slide of her hand over skin. And he starts sucking Vecchio's cock, knows just how to do it, start slow and grasp at the base and use lots of tongue. And Stella is making appreciative noises and Vecchio's hands are in his hair, fingers tight, hips thrusting a little upwards.
"Think we can get him to start babbling in Italian?" Stella asks behind him, running a finger down the cleft of his ass.
Ray hums an answer and gives a brief nod, pulling away to lick at the head of Vecchio's cock like it's an ice cream cone on a hot summer day. "Think he's gonna forget he ever knew English." And then Ray feels Stella's lube-slicked fingers pressing against him, and they're different than Vecchio's because hers are slender and tipped with nails, which makes him hiss and clench a little. Stella presses up against him, breasts warm against his back, and that's different, too. She murmurs against his skin and Ray takes a few deep breaths, and then goes back to sucking Vecchio's cock while Stella opens him up.
The press of the dildo against him is a momentary surprise; it's not as warm as actual skin and it's a little too smooth, but it's good, very good. She eases in, slow, and he breathes out and lets her in, keeps himself relaxed, doesn’t tense up as she pushes inside. They’ve done this once or twice before, and though it’s been awhile, he still trusts her, still knows that she’s not going to go too fast or hurt him. When she’s all the way in, she starts moving and Ray moans around Vecchio's cock. Vecchio's fingers are so tight in his hair, it's almost painful. Vecchio is talking in a steady stream of words, things like "Kowalski, you look so good getting fucked," and "Fuck, Stella, do him, hard," and "Suck me, c'mon."
Stella's hands are on his hips and she's bucking, driving into him, hitting that sweet spot over and over while Ray takes Vecchio as deep as he can in his mouth. She's making noises that aren't words, but every now and then she gives a breathless little laugh. Her nails are digging into his hips and he's going to have marks there in the morning, but who cares. Every now and then she falters a little with the rhythm, the angle sometimes more painful than good, but she gets it back every time. Ray's not eighteen so he doesn't think he can get hard and get off again, but it doesn't matter, because this is still really fucking good.
Ray feels Stella's hand on his neck and then she pushes his head down, and Vecchio's cock hits the back of his throat and Ray sucks hard even as he chokes a little. Vecchio groans, loud, and his hips push once, twice, and then he's coming in Ray's mouth. And Ray's blood is kind of roaring in his ears but he can hear Vecchio saying something, words that definitely aren't English. Ray pulls off and watches Vecchio, his chest heaving, eyes closed as he fights for breath.
Eventually, Stella stills behind him and pulls out, gentle, and then leans down to kiss Ray on the back. "I don't know how you guys do that," she teases, lying on the bed next to Vecchio. "It's tiring."
"S'why we make you get on top sometimes," Vecchio mumbles, but it sounds kind of like, "S'why wmke yotpsmtimes." Luckily, Ray and Stella both can speak post-sex Vecchio.
"You can do that with two guys, right?" Stella asks, rubbing a hand over her sweaty, flushed face. She pauses, looking interested. "I thought you could."
"Sure," Ray says, moving up Vecchio's body to kiss him, slow and sweet. When he turns to look at Stella, he points at her and says, "You wanna try that, get Vecchio to do it.”
Vecchio snorts. "You gotta give me a few minutes if you want that." He looks up at Ray, runs his thumb over Ray's lower lip. "Fuck, Ray," he says gruffly.
Stella laughs. "I did." She sits up, removes the harness and the dildo, putting them on the nightstand after disposing of the condom. She lies back down and unselfconsciously puts her hand between her legs, starting to rub. It doesn't take her long before her thigh muscles tense and she comes with a soft moan.
"I got an idea," Vecchio says when she's finished, and starts bossily directing Ray to move back and take his place next to the headboard. Then Vecchio extends a hand to Stella--more polite with the ladies, it seems--and she gives him the one that was just between her legs, which okay, that's hot. And Vecchio moves her so that she's half-reclining against Ray, her legs on the outside of his, all spread open and then Vecchio kisses her and moves down her body, licking and taking his time, until he's--
Oh. Oh. Now Ray has a bird's-eye view of Vecchio settling between Stella's thighs, opening her with his fingers and using his mouth. Stella gasps and turns her head, looking up at Ray with dazed eyes. "He's got a good mouth," she says huskily.
Ray smiles down at her and rubs his thumb over her lip, much like Vecchio did to him, earlier. "I know," he says, amused, and slides his fingers in her mouth. And then he watches as Vecchio drives her crazy, as Stella sucks hard on his fingers and writhes and moves and grabs Vecchio's head, pushing him where she wants him.
When she does that, Vecchio lifts his head and grins, his mouth wet, and Ray is going to have that image happily burned in his brain for anytime he needs it, thank you very much. "That's familiar," Vecchio says.
Stella hits him on the side of the head and mumbles around Ray's fingers.
"I think that was don't fucking stop, Ray," Ray says, and Stella nods a little wildly and then bites lightly at his fingers and Vecchio goes back to work.
Ray watches her, thinks how many times he’s seen this, knows exactly what it means when she bites her lip and whimpers like that. At one point he reaches down and pushes Vecchio’s head a little to the left, which earns him a quick smile from Stella as she settles back against him. The curve of her back fits perfectly against him, like it always did. She reaches out with one hand and twines her fingers around his free hand, holding on tight. Ray rubs at her knuckles with his thumb, squeezing her hand back. Ray nuzzles at her neck, smoothes her damp hair off her face with his free hand, talks low in her ear. Tells her how good Vecchio looks between her legs, how good it's going to feel when she comes, how much he liked getting fucked by her. And once, soft and quiet, he breathes out I missed you in her ear, because it’s true.
Vecchio finds just the right spot and then she's shaking, back arching as she presses against him, his fingers falling from his mouth as she comes. It goes on a long time and then she falls back, pushing weakly at Vecchio's head and mumbling something about sensitive, turning her head and panting against Ray's chest. Ray rests his chin on top of her head, feeling the weight of her in his arms, savoring the unexpected thrill of having her there again.
Vecchio sits up, looking incredibly pleased with himself, as he should. Ray holds up his hand and makes a fist behind Stella's head, and Vecchio bumps it solemnly with his own.
"Stop it," Stella says, as if she could tell what they'd just done with her eyes closed, but she's smiling.
Vecchio moves to sit next to Ray. Ray puts his head on his shoulder, and Vecchio reaches out and strokes his fingers down Stella's shoulder and arm. They sit there for a minute, quiet, and then Stella stretches and shoves at Ray's leg so she can move away and stand up.
"That," Stella says, naked and disheveled, her garters unfastened and both of her thigh highs slipping down her legs, "Was fantastic." She pauses in the midst of taking off the garter belt and raises one eyebrow at the both of them. "Well?"
"Yes, God," Vecchio says, laughing. "Right, Kowalski?"
"Mmm," Ray says, eyes sliding closed. Vecchio smells good, like him and Ray and Stella. Ray wants to go to sleep now.
"He still falls asleep right after sex, huh?"
"In about four seconds," Vecchio answers, and smacks Ray kind of hard on the leg. "Wake up, Stanley. Time to go home."
Ray yawns and sits up. "Are we gonna take a cab back to the restaurant to get your car, or leave it there and go home?" he asks hopefully, because he knows he won't be driving but damn, he's tired and his place is really not that far from here.
Vecchio levels a look at him. "What do you think?"
"Good thing you're driving," Ray says with a sigh, and goes to find his jeans. It’s weird, because he does love Stella and he loves Vecchio, but he wants to go home with Vecchio and lay with his head in his lap on the couch and listen to Vecchio make fun of the sportscaster he hates on the nightly news.
Stella goes into the bathroom and comes out in a robe, and they're all quiet for a minute as they get dressed. Ray looks over at the bedside table where the purple dildo rests next to the ugly hotel lamp and a room service menu. "Stella, I gotta know. Did you plan this? 'Cause I am still having trouble figuring out why you brought this with you."
"Yes, Ray," Stella says dryly, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I planned to have a hot threesome with both my ex-husbands. That's the conference I'm at, didn't I tell you?"
"Ha, ha." Ray rolls his eyes. "Seriously, c'mon. I know you always used to take a vibrator on business trips--"
"Ray!"
"Oh, what, that's going to embarrass you? After what we just did? You're a funny girl, Stella. You just thought you might pick up some guy who liked getting fucked?"
"Not some guy, Ray." Stella smirks, looking extremely pleased with herself. "You remember Mackenzie King?"
"The journalist?" He blinks, startled. "What about her?"
Stella's smile widens. "We have a date tomorrow night. That's why I brought it.”
Ray and Vecchio both gape at her.
"Is she gonna be okay that you just fucked two guys?"
Stella throws her head back and laughs. "Oh, I think she'll find it very...stimulating."
"As long as it doesn’t end up in the paper. Hey! Did you just use us to improve your sex life?" Ray asks, and then puts his hands up. "You should know I am one-hundred-percent okay with that. Vecchio?"
"One-hundred and ten," Vecchio agrees cheerfully, tucking in his shirt and going to find his shoes.
Ray gazes at her thoughtfully, trying to put on his boots while he's still standing up. "You're dating girls, now?"
"Sure," Stella stands up and finds his shirt, tossing it at him. Ray pulls it over his head, scowls when he realizes it's on inside out, but he's too tired to fix it. "Hey, being bi worked out so well for you two, maybe I'll be just as lucky."
Ray winks at her. "So that’s why you were test-driving the fancy underwear-I should have known, that’s not your usual style.” He grins. You want we should meet you both for dinner tomorrow?"
Stella pats him on the cheek. "I think maybe not, Ray."
"You're gonna tell us how it goes, though, right?"
"Yeah. I'll call you when I get back and fill you in." She leans up and presses a quick kiss to his cheek, then his mouth. Her arms tighten around her, and Ray feels a sweet ache in his chest, but it’s all right. "I’m so glad I got to see you. I’m really glad you’re happy.”
Ray hugs her back, and it's easier than he ever thought it would be to let her go. "It was great to see you, too. And thanks."
Stella walks over and hugs Vecchio, kissing him. "God help you," she says with mock seriousness, nodding at Ray. "And thank you. Ray's a lucky guy. For a lot of reasons."
Vecchio laughs, and Ray thinks maybe he's blushing a little. "Yeah? Thanks." Vecchio kisses Stella on both her cheeks, like he's some kind of Italian patriarch. Which technically he is, but it still makes Ray laugh. "And, hey, good luck to you, too. Mackenzie’s…well. You know."
Stella looks pleased. "What can I say, I like a challenge. Now, I want a shower and I'm not sharing, so get out of here." She says it nicely, though Ray can tell she means it. And it's okay. He wants to go home, back to his place or Vecchio's, and go to sleep. Maybe have a snack first. Threesomes are tiring. They never mention that in Penthouse.
Sex with Stella is greatness, but he wants to go home and sleep with Vecchio. And then wake up in the morning, talk about what a fucking fantastic night this was, and have sex again.
Vecchio walks over and puts his hand on Ray's back; he can feel the steady, warm weight of it through his shirt and leans into it, a little. "You ready, Stanley?"
"Sure am, Raimundo."
Vecchio huffs a sigh, but Ray can tell he doesn't mean it. They leave Stella's room after a final farewell and head down to the lobby to get a cab. They're quiet, but every now and then, they look at each other and grin.
"Damn good seeing Stella," Vecchio says, and if he were smirking any wider, Fraser could see it in Canada. "Told you that'd go well."
"Yeah, I'm sure you meant we'll have a hot threesome when you said that." Ray laughs. "Jesus. Jesus. When you were--"
Vecchio holds up a hand. "Please, Kowalski, let's wait until we're home to rehash all the details. The cab's here." He opens the door to the cab, sliding over, giving the cab driver directions to the restaurant where the Riv's parked.
"But we can do that when we get home, right?" Ray follows him in, shutting the door behind him. "The rehashing part."
Vecchio gives him a look like Ray's an idiot. "Um, yes. Obviously."
"Good." Ray grins at him, sliding his hand up Vecchio's thigh. "Because I think I've recovered. Y'know?"
Vecchio's eyes are dark in the cab, and his voice is suddenly husky. "Yeah?"
"Yeah."
Vecchio nods, then leans over and kisses him, quick and hard. Then he leans forward and says, "Change of plans," and gives the cab driver Ray's address instead.