Sizzle by Sue Castle. Rated NC17,
not meant for minors. I don't own the Due South characters,
I'm just playing with them.
August.
Dog days.
And no damned air conditioning.
Ray Vecchio was a tough guy. He'd proven it to
everyone around him as often as he could in as many different ways as he could.
But there were just some things that brought even a tough guy to his knees.
Benny was, of course, oblivious. The Mountie
waited, patiently sitting at attention next to his desk, for his shift to end.
His creamy features shone with perspiration and a flush mounted from his throat
along that square jaw up those sculptured cheekbones to highlight those
dazzling cerulean eyes ...
Vecchio gulped. You'd think
after two years it'd be easier. Not easy, but at least easier. He sighed, large
dark eyes going liquid at the thought of what he'd like to be doing at that
moment, instead of idiot paperwork on a fucking scumbag of a murderer who
should have gone down years ago but kept slipping through the cracks in the
justice system, thanks to the way the legal profession interpreted it. He'd
like to be chasing that single bead of sweat that had the balls to slide down
that perfect curve of cheek, chase it with his tongue, he could almost feel it
sizzling on the tip of his tongue, follow the trail as it led to the point of
Benny's jawbone, down that neck to--
"Ray?" There was a mixture of disbelief, confusion and
something undefinable in Constable Fraser's question.
Ray tore his eyes from the neckline of his friend's bright red serge jacket and
nearly gave himself whiplash trying to pretend he had been staring at the file
in front of him.
"Yeah, Benny, what? Can't ya see I'm busy here? Not all of us spit out reports like we got a
computer embedded in our brains, ya know." Maybe if he babbled long enough
Benny'd forget what he'd meant to ask. It usually
worked.
"What is the matter, Ray?"
Then again, maybe not.
"Whassamatter with
what?"
He didn't quite believe it when a strong, square hand appeared in front
of his face, then cupped his jaw and gently but inexorably turned his head
until he was forced to meet determined blue eyes. Pure shock kept him immobile.
He couldn't believe Fraser was touching him like this ... at the precinct! The
two men stayed frozen in place for what felt like an eternity before an
incredulous throat-clearing behind them broke whatever spell had been binding
them.
"You okay, boys?" Elaine sounded like she was stifling a laugh.
Fraser dropped Ray's jaw, but he could have sworn he felt the fingertips linger
as they trailed away. The detective had to swallow, twice, before mustering his
usual sarcastic comeback.
"Yeah, sure, he was just checking my mandibles for TMJ. It's a Mountie thing. You got that report I needed yet, Elaine? I sorta need the info if I'm ever going to be able to close
this thing and get it out of my hair."
Elaine shot him a patented 'what hair?' look
before handing him the sheets he needed. She gave Fraser another searching
stare before returning to her computer desk, but the Mountie
didn't notice. Ray determinedly scanned the statistics, trying not to blow it,
waiting to see what Benny would do next.
Ben, damn his eyes, didn't say a word, just stared at him in that faraway
kind of way he had when he was about to launch into another Inuit story. Ray's
chest was beginning to feel tight, like he was having problems breathing, when
Fraser's eyes suddenly refocussed sharply on him. He
watched as the broad, red and leather and brass adorned chest rose in a deep
breath, then tossed the papers down in frustration and slammed the file closed.
No way on earth was he gonna get anything done today,
not with Benny sitting there, breathing, for gods' sakes, distracting him. It
was close enough to quitting time. He had to get the Mountie
home, then maybe he could take his mind off his frustrations
some other way. Maybe shoot some hoops. Watch some television.
Yank off to a particularly vivid daydream he only pulled out on days like
this, days when the heat made his best friend shimmer and reminded him that he
couldn't have him the way that he wanted him. Except, for a little bit, in a
fantasy daydream.
"C'mon, Benny, time to go home." He reached out to forestall
Fraser as he automatically picked the file up to straighten the contents.
"Leave it." His tone was rougher than he intended but he couldn't
seem to control it. "God, you are so anal sometimes!"
Fraser flinched just a little, and Ray felt momentary chagrin for being
unnecessarily cruel to his friend. Then mental images coupling 'Benny' and
'anal' started to present themselves in vivid detail, and he shrugged violently
into his jacket and swung out the door, leaving it to Fraser to follow or not.
The Constable did, with a thoughtful expression on his face and an decided gleam in his eyes.
The drive home was an unusually silent one. Ray thought it would take at
least four years. Fraser stared out the side window, apparently lost in
thought. When they pulled to a stop outside the building, the cop turned to his
friend with a deep sigh and a false smile.
"Here ya go, Benny. Rat trap, sweet rat
trap."
Ben looked at him for a moment as if he'd lost his mind, then shook his head slightly as if it wasn't important. With
stern resolve in the set of his shoulders, he swivelled
in his seat to face Vecchio.
"Please come upstairs with me, Ray. I need to ... show you
something."
This was not what he'd expected to hear. "Huh?" Not that
visiting his friend's apartment, if you could call it that, was so unusual, but
right at the moment he had an erection that he had to, er,
see to. Badly. And staring into Fraser's handsome,
determined face, while a hell of a lot of fun, wasn't helping the problem. If
anything it was making it worse. "I mean, I'd love to, Frasier, but I, uhm, I got these plans that I can't really get out
of--"
That strong, square hand did it to him again. One long finger pressed
lightly across his moving lips, scattering his thoughts and tempting him almost
beyond reason to open them a little further and suck it in, taste it, wrap his
tongue around it like he wanted to wrap his tongue around ... other things.
Only the strong conviction that Benton Fraser, RCMP, would faint from shock if
he did kept his lips from following through on that temptation.
"Please."
That did it. Vecchio yanked the key from the
ignition, for once uncaring of possible damage to his precious Riv. He had to get out of that car. Too close. Too, too
close to forgetting, saying to hell with it and just giving in and grabbing him
and kissing him senseless. Right there in front of God and the winos. He
lurched from his seat and closed the door, leaning against it and drawing in a
deep breath. He missed the half nervous, half concerned stare his friend shot
him before leading the way into the building.
Knowing there was no lock to stop him, Ray bounded into the room ahead of
the Mountie. Normally he wouldn't be quite so rude --
his mother would have had a fit -- but he was wired, and turned on, and anxious
to get out of there to do something about it. "So, Benny, what is it you
needed to sh-"
Before he got the chance to complete the sentence his mind registered the
wolf bounding off the bed to sit under the table, the sound of the door
slamming decisively behind him, two hands clasping his upper arms like vises
and turning him around and a hot, firm, surprisingly soft mouth descending on
his. His head was swimming from lack of oxygen and sheer, unadulterated shock
by the time the all too brief kiss ended.
Ben stood there, holding Ray precisely sixteen centimeters away from his
chest, watching him closely for signs of an impending blackout or, conversely,
an incoming fist. Ray gulped a few times, manfully ignored the erection now
nearly bursting from the front of his slacks, thanked God he preferred baggy
suits, and considered his options. His best friend stared back at him with a
completely unreadable expression on his face. Finally, he couldn't stand it
anymore.
"Why'd-" his voice caught, and he cleared his throat roughly
before starting again. "Why'd ya do a thing like that for, Frasier?"
Tried to sound tough, insulted, angry. It came out
plaintive.
"Because I needed to do it, Ray. And given certain indications, I believed my advances would not be
unwelcome." Ben's voice was sure, but his watchful eyes still gave nothing
away.
"Oh yeah?" Now Ray was getting pissed. He'd been so careful, and now this big
galoot was telling him he'd been giving off signals? He didn't THINK so.
"Like what 'indications' did you think you saw, huh? And what do ya mean
you 'needed' to? " He was leaning forward
unconsciously at this point, and he felt as much as heard Fraser's indrawn
breath.
"Given your particular background and current circumstances, your
upbringing as a Catholic male of strong Italian heritage currently employed as
an officer of the law in a traditionally very masculine arena, I refrained from
acting on my attraction to you, Ray. I feared it would be unwelcome and didn't
wish to risk our friendship by offending you." As Fraser spoke his body
posture gradually softened, curving his arms, shoulders and upper body until he
was nearly surrounding Ray. The detective was still in his face, which helped
the process considerably. "Then, today in the squadroom,
you were watching me with a particular intensity that even I couldn't
misinterpret." The wry, self directed humor drew an answering half smile
from Ray before he remembered he was pissed, and opened his mouth to continue
the argument. Before he could, Fraser slipped one broad palm against his ass
and pushed their groins together firmly. The feel of an unmistakable erection pushing
into his own put the words right out of his head. Standing there with his mouth
hanging open, his hard-on pushing of its own accord into Ben's, he listened in
disbelief as the other man continued. "The final and most telling evidence
was the not inconsiderable erection you were sporting when you rose to head
from the room. I knew it wasn't Elaine who precipitated that state of
arousal." The Mountie's voice was growing quite
ragged now as his own hips were moving in an instinctive counter rhythm to Ray's
short, sharp thrusts against him. By the time he finished explaining his
deductive reasoning he had slid his other hand around Ray's torso to come to
rest between his shoulder blades.
The hand on Ray's ass and the other on his back were pinning him nicely
to the larger man's frame. Vecchio wasn't sure what
else to do with his hands, so he gave up the fight and simply let them do what
they had been wanting to do for ages ... explore.
The Stetson was the first to go. It landed somewhere on the table. The
belts with the buckles that were digging into his abdomen were next, and he
became aware that the thrusting had to be interrupted if they were ever going
to get naked together. And they HAD to get naked together. Now.
With considerable effort, he managed to wedge a scant inch between their
bodies. Fraser resisted for a moment, then pulled back
to look at him, trepidation in his face. He hurried to reassure him.
"It's okay, Benny. Hell, it's a lot more
than okay, but we're both a little overdressed for this party, ya know what I
mean?"
Fraser allowed his hands to drop, then his lips
curled in a wicked smile. Ray stared in fascination at the utterly alien
expression on his friend's face, then lost his breath
and his concentration as Ben began to tug his tunic apart. He was stripping for
Ray, and the cop was entranced. As each accoutrement was slowly stripped away
and laid gently on the counter, his eyes got wider. By the time the Mountie was slipping his suspenders off his wide shoulders
his eyes had nearly swallowed his face. When Fraser eased his zipper down on
his form fitting pants, Ray had to actually shut his eyes for a moment, for fear that he would literally drool. The soft
sound of material puddling on the floor caused them
to pop open again. Benny stood gloriously nude in front of him, penis so hard
it curved out and shook with each breath the Mountie
took. Ray nearly came right there. Fraser arched one eyebrow at him.
"Am I the only one at this particular 'party', Ray?"
Hell, no! Vecchio meant to say, but all that
came out was a garbled moan. He had himself undressed in moments, not giving a
damn if he tore his silk shirt, ignoring the fact that the fine linen suit he
just threw on the floor cost a month's salary. Pre-cum was already leaking down
practically onto his thighs and if he didn't take what was offered right NOW it
might very well be taken away, and he'd just curl up and die if that happened.
Ray nearly tripped over his own shoes kicking them off and crossing the floor
to press Benny up against the counter with his body. His arms circled the solid
waist, roaming freely, delighting in the soft skin and tensile muscle. His open
mouth met Fraser's hungrily, lips working to meld him as closely as he could to
himself. His tongue slid between Ben's lips, testing the smoothness of his
palate, the sharp ridge of his teeth, the strength of his tongue gliding
against his own. Ben wasn't idle, either. His hands were smoothing the long
muscles up and down Ray's back, pausing at last to cup the slender buttocks and
knead them firmly.
Ray finally broke the kiss long enough for them both to gasp for breath.
Leaning his chin on Fraser's shoulder he breathed, "Some things my family
and my church don't need to know, Benny. Who I love and how I love 'em is one of them." He punctuated the sentence by
sliding one hand down the other man's torso and encircling his straining penis
with it. Milking it slightly, drawing a quivering moan from Fraser, he reached
over and began to nibble slightly on the creamy cord running alongside the Mountie's neck. "You DO have a bed, ya know."
Fraser gasped at the sibilant whisper in his ear, and wasted no further
time. Pushing Ray forward with his body, he concentrated on not being
distracted by the slide of bare skin on skin until he had walked them both to
his low bed. The edge caught Ray at the tops of his calves and he tumbled
backward, pulling the larger man down on top of him.
Ray rolled over, carrying Benny with him and barely staying on the bed,
then began to trial wet, hot kisses from the point of Ben's shoulder across his
collarbone down to a nipple, nibbling and sucking as he went. He paused to
suckle for a moment on the hard nub, delighting in the steady moaning his
partner couldn't quite control. One broad hand lifted to cradle his skull,
pressing him insistently into his chest, but that wasn't what Ray had in mind.
Lifting the hand from his nape, he twined his fingers with the paler ones, and
Fraser clutched at him like a lifeline. Ray continued downward, leaving a trail
of moisture along the line of his ribcage and the hollow of his pelvic bone
that evaporated in the heat of the unairconditioned
room. When he reached his eventual target, he avoided the straining penis
pushing insistently at his face and went lower still. Gently lifting the heavy
sac, spreading the muscled thighs, he dove right in, running his lips along the
soft skin, feeling the balls draw up under his enthusiastic tongue. He sucked
one into the warmth of his mouth, carefully avoiding nipping his friend, then
widened his lips further and added the other. His free hand was busily seperating the creamy ass cheeks below his chin, rubbing
the sensitive perineum and circling the edges of Fraser's anus before returning
to complete the circuit. The steady, strong suckling at his balls and the
teasing at his asshole combined with the complete lack of attention to his
straining penis were too much for Ben's normally iron control. His erection was
so hard it was curving almost straight up, a strand of ejaculate glistening
between the head and his stomach where it intermittently touched when it jerked
in response to Ray's clever hand and mouth. His fingers
tightened on Ray's other hand until he though he might break the
fingers, and he found himself forming words through his moans.
"Please..." His voice sounded raspy, and nearly breaking with
need. "Please, Ray ..." His tormentor didn't bother answering in
words, merely sucked harder, rolling the testes in the sac from side to side
with the tip of his tongue. "Oh, for God's sake, Ray, please suck my
cock!"
Ray nearly lost it, then, hearing such a ribald plea from his normally
stoic friend. He considered ignoring the cry, interested to see if Benny would
actually come from having his balls sucked, but his own rampant erection was
screaming for relief and he didn't want to be cruel. So he let the sac slip
from his mouth and ran the flat of his tongue up the front of Ben's penis,
tasting the pre-cum along the shaft, parting his ass cheeks firmly at the same
time. When he finally arrived at the head, he pulled back and looked searchingly
at his friend. Ben's head was thrown back on the pillow, the tendons in his
throat, chest and shoulders showing in stark relief. His eyes had darkened to
near black and were wide, dazed, unseeing. He was
incredibly beautiful and so close to the edge. Ray positioned himself
carefully, then plunged Fraser's entire erection into his mouth, feeling the
head bump the back of his throat and concentrating on not gagging. It had been
a very long time since he had deep throated anyone. At the same moment he plunged
a finger deeply in Ben's ass, pressing up toward the pelvic bone, finding the
bump of his prostate and pushing firmly, rotating his fingertip in time with
his sucking.
Ben screamed. His entire body arched off the bed, only his shoulders and
heels still making contact with the sheets. He convulsed, once, twice, again,
nearly losing consciousness with the force of his climax. Ray pulled back
enough to try to hold his friend down with his chest against Ben's thighs, kept
the pressure steady in his ass, and swallowed as fast as he could. When the
shattering orgasm finally subsided, Ray drew a shaking finger from its place in
Benny's body and gave his spent cock one last, affectionate lick.
Pulling himself up Fraser's body using their still clenched hands, he had
to peel his fingers apart from the Mountie's. Shaking
away the pins and needles, Benny had one hell of a grip,
he leaned over his partner and pushed his tongue into Ben's mouth. The taste of
his own ejaculate and the warmth of the mouth on his revived the other man
slightly and he took a shuddering breath before joining the kiss, sucking
lightly on Ray's tongue, savoring the taste. He almost didn't notice when Ray
settled between his thighs, but the rampant erection poking at his own softened
penis reminded him that one of the participants hadn't gotten his satisfaction.
Ray was starting to rock gently into his pelvis, content to masturbate into
Benny's warmth, but Ben wanted more than that.
He spread his thighs even wider, and drew his knees up. Ray stopped,
staring a question into Fraser's face. Wide, wanting blue eyes answered him. "Really, Benny? You want this?" The answering nod
was almost imperceptible. Ray was so aroused he had to take a deep, calming
breath, but he wanted to be absolutely clear. And, after all, Benny had managed
to surprise him once. He could say the words, this time. This might just be too
much for the Mountie to ask. "You want me to
fuck you, Benny? That what you want?" he whispered, his mouth a breath
away from Fraser's. In response, Ben lunged up to him and nipped sharply at his
lips, then caught his mouth in a soul deep kiss. When he finally broke away,
Ray grinned, blindlingly. "I'll take that as a
yes, then. Uhm, you got anything? Any, you know,
lube?"
Fraser reached toward the small stand beside his bed, nearly upsetting
the lantern in his search. Ray took the hint and pulled open the single drawer,
his hand falling on a tube of aloe gel. It would work, he decided. Before he
could get the top off, gentle hands took the tube from him and flipped the top
open. Those same capable hands spread the gel, warm from the heat of the day,
onto his hard flesh. Ray had to concentrate fiercely to control himself.
Finally, he pushed Ben's hands away and reached down to tilt his pelvis upward,
pushing Benny's knees back and angling him so that his shins rested in the
hollow of his shoulders. Reaching lower, he spread a generous amount of gel
onto his fingers and pushed steadily into Ben's anus with two fingers. The
already loosened ring gave easily, as Fraser made a concerted effort to relax.
His erection began to return at the stimulation to his prostate, and that
delicious, uncontrolled moaning began again.
Ray looked into the passion glazed features of his partner, drinking in
the softness of a normally firm mouth, the slackness in his jaw, the wild short
curls covering his head, the film of sweat glistening over his straining
muscles, the hard, tight nipples. He added a third finger, stretching, partly
to hear Benny moan and partly to ensure that he was ready. When he withdrew his
hand Fraser whimpered in disappointment, quickly replaced by a gasp of arousal
as Ray placed the head of his penis against Ben's hole and pushed as hard as he
could. The gasp turned to a keening wail as Ray buried himself to the balls in
his ass, then rested there for a bare moment before pulling almost all the way
out and slamming in again. For an instant he feared that he was being too rough
with his partner, but Benny was pushing to meet his thrusts as hard as he was
slamming down, and he let go of his hesitation and settled into a hard, driving
rhythm that would satisfy them both. He gripped Fraser's hips hard enough to
leave marks, and fucked him as thoroughly as he could.
He had been ready for a long time, and bringing Benny off so completely
had only added to his excitement, so it wasn't long before Ray felt his climax
approaching. He let go of Fraser's hip and closed his fist around his slick
cock, pumping it in time with his own increasingly frantic thrusts. Ben fisted
the sheets on both sides of the bed, trying to hold on to something in an
uncontrollably chaotic universe. The pressure built until Fraser came,
screaming hoarsely again and jerking into Ray's hand, semen splattering over
the dark fingers clenching his cock and across his chest. The spasming muscles
in his ass milked Ray fiercely, tearing the last of his control from him, and
he joined Benny in his climax, a low, guttural wail the only sound he made as
he threw back his head and thrust as deeply as he could into his Mountie's body.
When he came to himself again, he was lying on top of Fraser, his
softening penis just slipping out of his partner's ass, Benny's legs and arms
wrapped tightly around him, sticky semen binding their chests together. One of
his hands was buried in Benny's thick hair, the other
was curved tightly around an ass cheek, holding him closely. As he drifted off
to sleep, snuggling contentedly against his friend, he decided that sometimes,
heat waves could be a good thing.
Fraser listened to the soft snuffling as Ray snuggled up against him and
smiled to himself. There were times when his deductive skills were the only
things he could rely on, and he was certainly glad that this had been one of
them. He listened to the traffic going by on the hot roads and tightened his
arms around his partner. It had been a sizzling day, but the evening had been
even hotter, and the forecast promised many more such nights...
END