Can I Help You Get Out Of That? Bernice Title from the pilot of Due South. I wrote this for the Peach Team, in an e-mail, before someone pointed out the concepts of staying with one character's point of view, sorry about that. This is just a silly story, the only type I'm putting on line at this time, so I'm not keen on going in and fixing up the three or four odd POV changes. This was published in Due Frisky Four, from Frisky Business Press. -oo0oo- Ray sat on the floor of the backroom bar, holding his head. Shit, he thought, then wondering if he could stand the noise, he said it, too: "Shit." That didn't hurt, so he indulged in the rare pleasure of swearing again, "Shit!" with more emphasis, and tried to stand up, but that was a mistake, so he slid down to the floor again.
"I am really starting to hate undercover work," Ray grumbled, getting his legs under himself again, and trying once more to get upright. A simple job, an exchange of territories between two gangs. One gang lord gets a little more territory, one other gang lord gets a list of mid-level pushers to add to his stable. One carrier gets to take this information – which is encoded on a micro chip because the damn bastards had better access to technology than all law enforcement agencies of the United States of America – between the gang lords in exchange for a nice wad of cash. And if this carrier later turned out to be a cop... all the better. One cop gets a list of all the mid-level pushers in downtown Chicago, maybe even some evidence on whoever was bringing the stuff into the country, and maybe two gang lords kill each other over the betrayal. But right now, one cop was feeling very sorry for himself, and pretty damned angry at the whole damned set up. Sometimes things never go right. Sometimes things always go wrong, no matter how carefully I plan them, he grouched to himself. Now he was supposed to find the next gang lord, let them drug him again to remove the microchip from wherever the hell it had been hidden on him, and, knowing this particular guy, get his head blown off or a pair of cement overshoes as his pay-off. Using one hand against the wall, and the other waving in the air to retain his balance, he made his way out of the bar, hailed a cab, and told the big bald taxi driver to take him to the precinct. Although he didn't know where, somewhere on his person he was carrying enough evidence to make 15, maybe 20 arrests. Twenty arrests on his record, that was gonna look good! By himself too, no help from Fraser. Whatever it took he was gonna get those arrests. He greeted Fraser at the station, the Mountie waiting for him to get off duty, as he always did, and Ray filled him in on the case, chatting happily now that it was almost over. One of the duty officers accompanied the two of them into one of the medical/scientific labs, running a metal detector over Ray, trying to find a trace of the chip. Ray kept chatting, telling Fraser how clever he'd been, ignoring the search, waiting for the ping from something metal other than his crucifix. "Er, Detective...." the young officer interrupted unhappily. "What?" Ray snapped, annoyed at the interruption. "I’m not getting anything, it's not on your clothes. We can take them and have them searched, but there is no reading whatsoever." "No!" Ray was furious with disappointment. This had taken months to set up, he wasn't going to all that work, all that effort and the unpleasantness of the Mickey Finn in his drink to have nothing to show for it now. "It has to be there! Do it again." "Ray," Fraser interrupted, "your contact said it was on your person, he didn't necessarily say it was in your clothing." Ray turned angrily, about to snap, ‘What the hell difference does it make what he said?' when Fraser’s embarrassed body language, the slight flush, and the sense of his words sank in. "Jeez! He wouldn't... I mean, my clothes weren't… was there time? I was out for... half an hour... they wouldn't do that... would they?" his voice rose through the scales, pleading on the last notes. The young officer backed away, "I'll get one of the medical officers "No way! I'm not having someone do that to me! Like I was some criminal!" Ray had found excuses to avoid this in all his medical exams, he was hardly going to allow himself to be embarrassed like this now. "Do you want to find the evidence, Ray?" Fraser asked, reasonable as always. Ray's mouth worked silently, furious with the foul hand life had dealt him, once again, before he nodded in defeat. "Ray...." Fraser started, then hesitated. He looked towards the young officer. "Perhaps I could ask you to delay retrieving the medical officer? I would like to talk to my partner." The young woman smiled in relief, and left hurriedly; she had been on the receiving end of one of Vecchio's tirades before, and did not want to go through that again. Ray stood with his arms crossed, looking at the floor, obviously in a deep funk. Fraser took a deep loin girding breath. "Ray, would it be better if I did this? It may be easier to accept from a friend than from a stranger... and I have seen you in a state of undress before. Ray thought of that, a stranger doing that, searching him so intimately, and then probably laughing about it with the rest of the squad; no, Fraser was right. "You do it," he said decisively, before thinking, Oh no, Fraser? If Fraser was going to touch him like that... this could get to be very embarrassing indeed, But he'd committed himself now, the words were out. And it would be totally professional, Fraser would make sure of that, and if Ray just thought of it that way, just like taking a medical.... "You have done this before, haven't you, Frasier?" "Yes," Fraser lied easily, as he'd learned to do lately. He'd seen it done often enough, he'd seen the training videos. There was no reason for Ray to be made any more nervous than necessary, he justified to himself. Ray turned, locked the door, then started, slowly, hesitatingly, to unbutton his flamboyant silk shirt. As the bright colours were shed like butterfly wings, Fraser realised what a huge mistake he'd made, and turned to fuss with the equipment. He set up the stirrups by the table, put the speculum into the steriliser to warm, and tried to control his raging metabolism. Already a sheen of sweat was breaking out over his skin, prickling under the heat and weight of his dress uniform, and his heart sped up, as he heard the tell tale signs of Ray removing his undershirt. It wouldn't have been so bad, Fraser thought, if he hadn't been lusting after Ray for so long. He was never quite sure why, but something about the way Ray moved, the way he filled his clothes, his fluid grace, easy style and warm smile had always left Fraser confused, wanting, sometimes aching with the need to hold his friend. And Ray's joie de vie, his generosity, unquestioning friendship, loyalty had left Fraser desperately in love. And now he was going to betray that friendship. No, he pulled himself together as the fabric of Ray's trousers whispered their removal; he was protecting Ray from a stranger's touch, cling to that thought and you'll stay sane, Fraser, he told himself. Tugging the gloves so they would fit over the red serge of his uniform sleeves, he took a deep breath and turned around. Oh, bad timing. Benton... His latex gloves snapped loudly in the silent room as he turned to catch the sight of Ray removing his underwear, back to Fraser. Very bad timing. Fraser bit his lip, watching Ray straighten, feeling himself fill out and heat up, and moved until the waist high table was between them. He watched the muscles in Ray's elegant back move as Ray folded his clothes neatly, placing them on the counter. Ray turned around; his hands fluttered for a moment as if he felt he should cover himself, but then rested at his side. Pointless, Ray thought, he’s going to see everything anyway, no reason to try and protect any modesty now. Not making eye contact, Ray came around the table to stand by Fraser. "Okay, so how do you want me?" Oh, every way, my love, Fraser thought, and had to clear his throat nervously before he could answer. "Shake out your hair," he started. Ray gave him a wry look; Fraser may be doing thus by the book, but honestly, what hair? Fraser realised, then raised his hands to rub over Ray's short hair; the Peach fuzz on Ray's head felt odd against the latex gloves, but he rubbed firmly, looking for any trace of anything that may have been stuck there, just in case. He took Ray's jaw gently in hand, turning his friend's head this way and that as he investigated ears, eyes, nose, and finally mouth. Although it was likely Ray would notice something as large as a microchip if it was on his teeth, Fraser knew the drill, and used his fingers to gently rub Ray's teeth and gums, the inside of his lips, under his tongue, before pronouncing him clear. "Good," Ray said with a grin. "Wouldn't have wanted to have had to strip naked only to find the damn thing had been shoved up my nose!" Fraser tried to find a smile for his friend's attempt at lightening the mood, but it had to be dredged up, and hung on his face unconvincingly. "Put your hands on your head, please, Ray." Ray did so, and Fraser ran his hands through Ray's armpits, before shaking his head negative. "Ready, Ray?" he asked, knowing Ray would have seen this done enough times to know what came next. Ray just nodded, looking away as Fraser dropped to one knee in front of him. He combed through Ray's silky pubic hair thoroughly, before carefully taking Ray's penis in his hand, and running his hand down the shaft. Again, Ray would probably feel something here, but then again, if placed in just the right spot... and besides, when would Fraser get this chance again? He very carefully lifted and inspected each of the low hanging balls, the heat burning his hands, as he hefted their weight, parting them, smoothing the wrinkled skin absently. Realising he was turning this into a caress he dropped them suddenly, earning a grunt from Ray. "Sorry," he apologised, chagrined at himself. "S'okay," Ray said easily, obviously trying to ignore what was happening. Both of them tried to ignore what else was happening. Fraser took the slowly filling penis back into his hand, watching in fascination as it started to swell from the bottom. Slightly darker skinned than the rest of him, the head hooded and not much thicker than the rest of the shaft, skin smooth and inviting, Fraser couldn't stand it, but was fascinated by each throb as it thickened and lifted away from Ray's body. "Russian tractors ain't doing it, Benny," Ray said, his voice high pitched and becoming slightly hysterical. "That's okay, Ray," Fraser said, noncommittally, impressed with himself that he could keep his own voice so steady. "That's just a normal physiological reaction to what's happening, to being touched like this." And again, although it was certain Ray would have felt it had it been placed just here, something perverse in Fraser made him rest two fingers against Ray's foreskin, and slowly slide it back, revealing glans that shone moistly in the fluorescent lighting. Fraser's mouth filled with saliva, as the scent wafted faintly to him. The concentrated scent of Ray, of growing arousal. He couldn't take this any longer and stood up suddenly, gesturing to the examination table. Ray slid back onto the table, and lay, knees bent, face tight and pinched, staring at the over-head lights. Fraser went to the end of the table, and was struck once more by what great legs Ray had as he took each heel and lifted Ray's legs into the stirrup braces to either side of himself. Supported under the calf, this was supposed to give the best access for a visual examination, and probably designed to give the greatest humiliation to the one being examined. He sighed, picking up the tube of medical lube. It had to be done, but did he have to enjoy it so much? Fraser kept telling himself he vas doing his friend a kindness, but he knew that was a lie as he prepared his fingers with the lubrication. He was doing himself a kindness. "Scoot your, uh, I mean, down towards me," Fraser asked, and Ray moved down until his buttocks just hung over the edge of the table. Ray raised his head to look between his legs at the Mountie. Fraser was applying the lubrication to his fingers with all the care and attention to detail he gave to everything he did. Ray tensed up involuntarily as he thought of where those fingers were about to go. Fraser's face was flushed, his lips moving slightly as he appeared to work out some private problem in his own mind, and, framed by Ray's long legs, Ray thought his friend had never looked more desirable and was horrified by what was raising its relentless head to obstruct his view. Russian tractors… stepping on slugs... murder... mayhem... someone scratching the Riv.... Ray tried to fill his mind with the most horrible images he could think of, anything to distract himself from what was happening. Throb. No good. Every move Fraser made, even though he wasn't touching Ray, turned Ray on more. Just the anticipation of those hands on him was starting to drive him out of his mind. Throb. Butterflies fluttered maniacally and a certain light-headedness was taking root. Not enough blood left in his body to flow to his brain with an erection like he was getting. Inadvertent physiological reaction, cling to that thought. Fraser rubbed his fingers together just below Ray's line of vision. Throb. The first touch was cold, and Ray gasped, muscles clenching. "Too cold?" Fraser paused, one gloved and lubed finger just touching. "No, it's fine, go ahead, I can take it." So much for being cool, if that voice had been any more strangled you'd have asphyxiated, Ray chastised himself. All my fault, he thought, if I hadn't been fantasising about this man for the past two years I wouldn't be in such trouble right now. All those self indulgent fantasies, late at night, getting arthritis in the fingers from too many visits with mother fist while imagining the Mountie in his uniform committing un-Mountie-like acts. All the times Ray had mounted the Mountie in his dreams came back to haunt him as Fraser very carefully and very gently started to lubricate the opening. Every muscle in Ray's body from the waist down went rigid as the first knuckle penetrated, and a fine sheen of sweat gleamed under the harsh lighting. Fraser stood there, looking at the finger that violated his friend, aware of a blush so violent it was burning his skin. He’d look like he’d had sun burn tomorrow, he just knew it. He stole a look at Ray's face, the grimace, the flush of embarrassment, the sweat, the rigid muscles, and realised… he likes it! That erection isn't just an involuntary physiological reaction, Ray likes this. He wants this. He wants... me? That was the question - was it that Ray just wanted this touch, as much as he was trying to hide it, or was it more personal than that? "One moment, Ray," he pulled his finger out, quietly removed his gloves - making sure Ray didn't see him do so - readjusted himself more comfortably in his jodhpurs, re-lubed his now naked fingers, and slowly started to insert them again. "Is it uncomfortable, Ray?" he asked, admiring the way Ray's muscles clenched, the way the long muscles in Ray's thighs tightened with the strain of not moving as the thick finger slowly breached his body. "No, it's fine, Fraser. Can you feel anything?" Ray asked, his voice even more strained. Yes, I can feel your muscles grab and pull, I can feel your moist heat increasing as you squeeze and undulate, I can imagine how they would feel on more than just a finger, I can feel your soft silky insides, I can feel your heat... "No, Ray." Fraser manipulated the finger, rotating gently, using the sensitive pad of his finger to see if something had been shoved up inside of Ray. He didn't want to voice the opinion that if it had, it would most likely have been done in such a way that Ray would still be sore when he woke up, or that more than likely, it would have been placed inside of some easily removed suppository, but as he watched Ray's stomach muscles clench, and his back arch just slightly, he knew he wasn't going to say anything to jeopardise this moment. So much for Mountie honour, he thought, pushing up slightly against the small walnut sized bump he had discovered. Ray arched back, nearly snapping the stirrups under the pressure, then suddenly curled forward, grabbing Fraser's arm, holding on hard to support himself in the awkward position. His pupils were dilated, his breathing loud and harsh in the quiet of the room. Ray's hand slid down slightly, until his fingers met the gloveless wrist, his eyes locked with Fraser's. Making sure Fraser knew what Ray was doing, Ray tightened his muscles, shifting his hips just slightly until he had taken the finger just a little deeper. Fraser had to ask, "Ray, are you sure?" "Yes," a deliberate whisper. Without breaking eye contact, Fraser licked his lips to moisten them, fascinated as Ray unconsciously mirrored the gesture. Deliberately, Fraser removed that finger, taking note of Ray's fingers tightening on his wrist as he did so. Holding Ray's eyes with his own, very slowly, very carefully, he replaced it with two fingers, and pressed both of them up against that secret spot. Delightfully, Ray's eyes hooded, his breath shortened, and his lips parted moistly. Very slowly, letting his fingers trail all die way down Fraser's wrist to where the fingers joined his body, Ray lay back down. We should discuss this, Fraser thought, we should have a long talk about how this will affect our relationship… but there was no mistaking the look in Ray's eyes, and no way Fraser was going to lose this opportunity. Too many times in the past he'd acted in the proper and correct manner, and regretted it. Too many times he'd let opportunities slip past without acting upon them. But not this time. Not with Ray hot and sexy, his body long and perfect, and obviously wanting this as much as Fraser. He opened his mouth to ask, to confirm, but instead added another finger to the first two. There was nothing there, nothing that shouldn't be, but there was going to be. Oh, very soon now there was going to be something in there that many people would say shouldn't be. Giving Ray every opportunity to put a halt to proceedings, Fraser slowly withdrew the fingers, shifted his jacket out of the way, moving to undo just enough of the buttons of his uniform pants to get the job done. Despite Ray's nakedness, despite the way Fraser was sweating already under all that serge, it didn't seem right to remove the uniform entirely just now. Making sure Ray knew exactly what he was doing he started to lubricate himself. He thought, say the word, Ray, and it stops. I'll carry on as if nothing happened, we'll go back to how we were before, and never mention it again. Instead Ray ran two fingers from the base to the tip of his own erection, and Fraser watched in fascination as they traced the blue vein that throbbed there. He felt his mouth water as they trailed slowly over the head of Ray’s penis, smearing a little of the precum that had gathered there. Fraser squeezed a little more of the lubrication onto his fingers, then offered the dollop to Ray, who gathered it on his fingers, and proceeded to make a show of smearing it over himself, letting Fraser get a good view as he coated his own shaft thoroughly. There was absolutely no mistaking Ray's intent. And no misunderstanding that walking away at this point would humiliate his friend beyond all repair. Not that he had any intention of doing so. Fraser smiled, a small crooked smile - which Ray returned with interest - and used two fingers to hook himself out of his uniform. He took the thick shaft, letting the lubrication glide easily over his flesh. Ray's butt was at just the perfect height and angle here, he wondered if the designers of this examination room had realised just how this table was going to be put to use, He let die head of his shaft press against the entrance to Ray's body, waiting again for permission. Ray wiggled just ever so slightly, sighing gently. "Push out," Fraser whispered. "I know," Ray whispered back, just as softly. There would be time later to discover just how Ray knew, and for confessions of how Fraser knew to give that direction. Right now there were more pressing concerns, and Fraser pressed ahead with them. He watched in fascination as Ray's tensed muscles pushed against him, then suddenly relaxed, letting the crown of his penis suddenly slip inside. They both froze; Ray's breathing sounded so loud to Fraser - surely those passing in the corridors could hear... Fraser dropped his hands down, gently holding Ray's hips, letting his thumb slide into the crease at the top of Ray's thighs. The thought occurred that at no time had he really caressed Ray's body. There had been no foreplay, no discussion, simply the attaining of perfect communion; much as they worked together on a case, they had reached their understanding together. He turned to brush his cheek against the foot suspended by his face, ran his tongue down the instep, and smiled as Ray's toes twitched in reaction. Steadying Ray's body, he continued to push forward, watching in fascination as his own flesh disappeared, as he became part of Ray, as he gave himself into Ray's protective custody. Ray arched back, accepting more into himself, grunting slightly with the effort. Fraser was utterly charmed to see a tiny tongue-tip appear at the corner of Ray's mouth, his eyes scrunched tight with concentration as he paid all of his attention to what was happening between them. A long sigh was released as Fraser finally came to a halt; he could feel the heat from the back of Ray's thighs through the fabric of his uniform, and vaguely regretted not taking the time, nor having the opportunity to get naked with Ray. Conversely, having Ray prone, naked, partially restrained, yet still so totally open to him, was giving him a measure of perverse pleasure. He slow1y opened his mind to the physical experience, Ray was so very hot, so very tight around his flesh. And even with the minimum of preparation, it was obvious from Ray's slow motion undulations he was feeling no pain. The sucking pulling motion against his flesh was starting to drive Fraser closer to the edge; he withdrew slowly, feeling the tight ring of muscle pull down his cock like a small fiery fist. Ray had reacted so well to his well placed fingers earlier, Fraser pushed very slowly in again, until the fat head of his cock was just perfectly aligned, until he imagined he could feel that soft bump in Ray's smooth anal wall, and very very carefully, very firmly moved back and forth. Just an inch each way, until Ray's thigh muscles clenched, until his teeth chattered with the intensity of the sensation. "Enough!" Ray huffed and again tried to sit up, almost dislodging Fraser from his new found haven. "Sorry, Frasier," Ray said with a grin, "that was just a little too intense just then," and lowered himself back down. Fraser firmly rubbed Ray's thighs and stomach, easing any cramp that may have developed, worried if Ray was becoming chilled, but the heat coming off Ray's skin put pay to that idea, and smiling a little wider Fraser started again to rock gently back and forth. The edge of Fraser's jacket rubbed against Ray's balls with every thrust - the rough uniform tickled the back of Ray's thighs. A little harder, a little faster, Fraser picked up the rhythm. A little looser, a little more abandoned, Ray followed. "Ray, shhh," Fraser hissed, and Ray put several fingers into his own mouth, mumbling soft epithets around them as he tried to keep quiet. His other hand had stolen down again and he continued to mimic Fraser's rhythms, pulling his own flesh with heated fingers. Fraser watched the ways Ray caressed himself, watching those lovely fingers as they dipped down to stroke over Ray's own balls where they were pulled up tight against his body, then the sure caress of the shaft. Fraser was determined he'd be touching Ray like that in the not too distant future, and made sure he noted the way Ray liked to be touched. Ah, Fraser thought to himself, the thumb to press against the head, the finger tips to tease the sensitive underside. He filed the information away greedily, like a child with the key to a candy store. Careful to stay as quiet as possible, Fraser increased his rhythm, trying not to push Ray forward, clutching his thighs to hold him still, but still stepping forward to follow the wheeled table's movements. Ray had all four fingers in his mouth now, but they were barely smothering his excited yelps as Fraser found every pleasure centre from deep inside his body. Oh god, Ray thought with the last rational thought he could muster, This is Fraser! This is Fraser, Benton Fraser RCMP, fucking my ass in a police suspect examination room! But then he wasn't thinking any more. The explosion started deep in his ass, travelling up to his suspended knees, and outwards to force its way through the head of his penis. He closed his fingers, letting the first jet build up, before plunging his hand down the root of his penis and jerking sharply upwards, letting the build-up burst out of his body like his penis was being torn in two, he could see the cream spurt upwards in a perfect arch, and screwed his body down onto Fraser, letting the bulk intensify the feeling of the second jet, before the first hit his chest with a scalding splat. Fraser watched the show, knowing it was put on for his own benefit, and leaned forward, raising himself on his toes to get the maximum force behind his thrusts - he finally let go. A life time of restraint. A life time of doing the proper thing. A life time of being the good son, of being the good student, of being the good police officer. A life time of ‘no' was abandoned in those few seconds. Every moral he had he would have gladly thrown out of the window right then and there had it been necessary, as he watched Ray's face twist with the ecstasy of his coming, and plunged down into his own. Immersed in his own coming he thrust hard enough to raise Ray's ass from the table with each stroke, plunging in with his full strength - feeling the quivering of Ray's muscles caressing his flesh as he poured his seed deep into his friend's body. Pulse after pulse was accepted by Ray's hungry body, and Fraser let out a long sigh - a sigh that spoke of the release of a life time of repression, of sublimation of passion, of redirection of desire - desire that had finally found a warm and welcome home. Ray's body was still vibrating with the last of his passing orgasm as he watched Fraser slowly come down from cloud nine. They exchanged lazy smiles; Ray was surprised at the gratitude that showed in Fraser's eyes, and touched as Fraser slowly bent over to place a gentle and loving kiss on Ray's navel. Our first kiss and he kisses me there? Ray giggled ever so softly. Trust Fraser to do things differently from everybody else in the world. Fraser slipped out of Ray's body with a soft sucking sound, and using a soft rag, Fraser cleaned and put himself away. Apart from the flush on his cheeks he was as impeccably neat as ever. Enviously Ray considered that he himself must look like a reject from clearance sale at a sex shop. "How are you feeling, Ray? Any discomfort?" Fraser's fingers carefully checked if he'd done any damage in his enthusiasm. He'd been thrusting hard enough to push the examination table up against the door, but apparently not enough to injure his friend's flexible body. He lowered Ray's legs till they dangled from the table edge, and rubbed the circulation back into Ray's legs, calves and thighs. Trailing his finger tips from Ray's legs, along slender thighs, across the taut stomach, through the hair on Ray's chest, Fraser walked around until he stood by Ray's head. He sighed softly. Ray's eyes were even more beautiful now, soft with post coital relaxation, glistening softly. Very gently, scratching through the silky hair with his lingers, he bent to drop a soft kiss on Ray's soft lips. He fondled the crucifix that rested on Ray's throat, enjoying the contrast of cold metal against heated skin. Noted that it was just a little.... Fraser stood upright suddenly, "Oh dear!" "What is it? Fraser? What's wrong? Did someone hear? Is someone coming?" In a panic over the possibility of being caught, despite knowing the door was locked, Ray struggled to free himself of the stirrups before Fraser gently pressed him down again. "No, Ray, I found the microdot." "What? Where?" "Here, Ray," Fraser held up the crucifix, where, by going almost cross-eyed, Ray could make out the tiny black square on the small gold charm, lie flopped back on the table, his expression rueful. "I'm sorry, Ray. The metal detector would only have detected your crucifix, it didn't differentiate between the two metals. It appears that the search was quite unnecessary..." he trailed off, embarrassed at his own incompetence. Ray snorted with laughter, "Oh, I don't know, Benny, I'm sure it was quite necessary." He took the crucifix back, letting it dangle, the light from the fluorescent over-heads glinting slightly. "Maybe this time it was meant to be, huh, Benny? A little good omen?" He beamed wider. Oh, a good 15 or 20 arrests, a definite set of brownie points with Welsh, and being Mounted by a Mountie - all in one day? Sometimes, Ray Vecchio, every now and then, something goes... just... right! |
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