Ray and the Stupid Stubborn Mountie Man

Ray and the Stupid Stubborn Mountie Man

Rating: NC-17 for graphic male-male sex

Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski

Disclaimer: "due South," with its related characters and themes, does not belong to me. I make no money from this venture.

Dedication: This slashfic is for Ewan McGregor.

Wherein you'll find what was supposed to be a sequel to "A Fine Evening," was supposed to be well-written, and doesn't fulfill either of those expectations.

        Ray winced, trying not to groan as Fraser's teeth found his neck. "Ben."

        Fraser nibbled a path to Ray's collarbone, pushing Ray's shirt out of his way.

        They weren't supposed to be doing this. Shouldn't be doing this. Couldn't do this; really, really, really could not do this. Ray knew that Fraser knew better. They'd talked about it. But Fraser, stupid stubborn Mountie man, went ahead and did stuff anyway. Kissed Ray. Sucked his neck, nibbled his fingers, licked him wherever. Didn't bother to ask first, oh, no, just moved right in like Ray was a twenty-four-hour all-you-can-eat buffet, and Fraser was a regular customer.

        Fraser was a gentleman about it, for the most part. Didn't touch the X-rated areas. All foreplay, no down-and-dirty. Left Ray hard and aching. Like if he kept pushing and kept teasing, Ray would give in. Ray wasn't giving in. No meant no, and Ray had said no. There were limits.

        Fraser's mouth was hot on Ray's skin, leaving an aching, damp trail down Ray's neck, over Ray's shoulder. He was going to rip Ray's shirt if he kept trying to get at any more naked flesh.

        Ray sighed, pushed Fraser away, pulled off his shirt, and changed the channel.

        Fraser came back for more. Ray stroked his soft, thick hair and tried not to moan too much when Fraser's mouth found a nipple.

        Ray pulled up before the Consulate. "Been thinking."

        "Oh?"

        "Yeah." Ray's thumbs drummed on the steering wheel. "We're partners."

        "Yes, Ray."

        "You coming over tonight?"

        "Yes, Ray."

        Ray fidgeted.

        "Is anything bothering you, Ray?"

        "No."

        "Are you certain?"

        "Partners."

        "Yes, Ray."

        Ray turned and faced Fraser. "Ben."

        "Yes, Ray."

        "Right now, right this second, sitting here, long hard day, stuff on your mind, probably got a broken kneecap, in front of where you live and work."

        "Yes, Ray?"

        "Do you want to kiss me?"

        "Yes, Ray."

"I mean really kiss me, the hot kind with lots of tongue like you were giving me last night."

        "Yes, Ray."

        Ray nodded. "Okay. See you tonight."

        "Is that all, Ray?"

        "Yeah. Go on, get out, I got stuff to do. See you later."

        Ray got up and paced through his apartment.

        Fraser watched him. "Is something bothering you, Ray?"

        "I think we should be having sex."

        "I wasn't aware of that fact."

        "Yeah, well, I changed my mind. I've been saying no, and now I'm saying yes. Come on." Ray switched directions and headed for his bedroom. In the doorway, he stopped and turned. "You coming?"

        "You wish to make love right this moment, Ray?"

        "Yeah."

        "Are you certain?"

        "Yeah."

        Fraser absorbed this new information.

        Ray went into the bedroom and started to undress.

        Fraser stood and walked to the bedroom doorway. "Ray?"

        "Yeah?" Ray dropped his jeans.

        "I...ah...my..." Fraser tried to begin again, at the same time making every attempt to keep his gaze above Ray's neck. Lovely neck. Lovely - - "I respect your decision-making abilities, Ray. If you are certain, quite certain, that you wish to make love with me, then-"

        "Bed's getting cold, Ben." Ray stretched onto his back, one arm behind his head, the other hand running down his chest. "Come and get it." He grinned.

Fraser licked his way into Ray's body.

        Tight, hot, clenching muscle. Fraser pushed deep, controlling his hips, denying his need for orgasm. Beneath him, Ray gave a breathless moan, head back, neck exposed.

        The sight of Ray's suffering pleasure made Fraser's hips buck forward. Lashes fluttering, Ray exerted pressure on Fraser's shoulders and rocked his pelvis, sending Fraser deeper within him.

        No, oh, god, Ray... Fraser didn't want to come now, not yet; he had to keep his control and give Ray this beautiful thing.

        "Oh, Ben." Ray moaned, trying to press himself closer to Fraser. "More, more."

        Fraser could do this. He would do this. He was going to make love to Ray, not reach orgasm in the first ten seconds and leave Ray's pleasures unfulfilled. He thrust into Ray.

        Ray's mouth opened, neck stretched, hips tilted, hands twisted in the bedclothes.

        Fraser came.

        Ray panted.

        Fraser tried not to moan that loudly.

        "Oh, god, Ben."

        Fraser stared down at him, waiting for the shuddering to stop, unable to look away from the draw of Ray's gaze.

        "Look at you," Ray said, voice soft and rough.

        Fraser caught his breath. "I'm sorry, Ray."

        "Look at you, god, Ben..." Ray's breath hitched. "Oh, no, don't, where are you going?"

        Fraser eased himself free of Ray's body. "I'm sorry, Ray."

        Ray grabbed Fraser's hand. "Don't be sorry, that was, you're, you have to see yourself sometime, Ben. So hot and so intense and so beautiful and so deep in it, involved, you're so there, you-"

        Fraser lowered Ray's legs to the mattress.

        "Ben-"

        Fraser kissed Ray's mouth. Bearing his weight on his left arm, sucking on Ray's lower lip, he tested the slick entrance to Ray's body with one finger.

        "Yeah," Ray panted. "Yeah, Ben, give me that."

        Fraser popped his finger inside, pushing as deep as he could. Ray moaned against his kiss, thighs spreading. It was hot in here, and tight, and wet from his love. Fraser twisted his finger, making Ray's hips rise. He watched in almost breathless silence as Ray bucked, panting, sweating, stretching, seeking pleasure. It could have lasted forever. Fraser had never seen such beauty and ecstasy in one human being. Had never seen such beauty and ecstasy, ever.

        Ray groaned, fucking himself onto Fraser's finger, trying to keep his eyes open, trying to keep his grasp on sanity.

        Fraser watched Ray's muscles flex, watched Ray's chest heave, watched Ray's hips rock, watched Ray twist and suffer.

        "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh god, oh god oh-" Ray choked on his cry, muscles taut, cum jetting. After several unsteady breaths, he collapsed. His head rolled to one side. His fingers relaxed. His foot rose and pushed at Fraser, dislodging Fraser's finger. "Damn."

        Fraser was almost afraid to touch him now.

        Ray relaxed. Touched the sticky whiteness on his chest. Licked his lips. Hummed a little. "That was good. We oughta do that again, Ben."

        "Ray?"

        "Hunh?" Ray squirmed a little, finding a more comfortable position. He ran idle fingers down Fraser's arm.

        "Are you...do you...was this a normal sexual experience for you?"

        "Yeah, Ben, I always let you do me, didn't you notice? What do you mean, normal? Sex with guys isn't normal, at least for me, you know. Let's not get into that debate. Any time you're in the room, no matter what's going on, nothing's normal. So, no, this wasn't really normal, Ben."

        "No, Ray, I... Are your climaxes often a source of unlimited pleasure?"

        "Do I like orgasms? Yeah. Who doesn't?"

        Fraser gave up. "I love you, Ray."

        "You wanna do me again, don't you?" Ray grinned. "Let me wash up and take five." He kissed Fraser. "I love you, too, Ben." Another kiss. "And not just 'cause you're good in bed, either." Another kiss. "We make good partners, Ben. You and me. You and I. Fraser and Kowalski. Ben and Ray. Hey, why do you always come first?" Ray frowned, then burst into laughter.

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