More Than a Cliche
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ds_flashfictionAt approximately 2200 words. OK, the first 1100 words are the actual story, the rest is just smut :) I decided it was time to make an attempt at it, anyway... They still don’t play the X-files drinking game, but at least it got a mention this time.
“Come on Frase, you gotta play, it’s the law.” Ray practically skipped up the stairs to his apartment.
“I know of no statuatory requirements that necessitate my participation in such a bizarre and hazardous pastime.”
“It’s a law of nature, Frase, an unspoken law of the benevolent brotherhood of badass cops.” Ray opened the lock on his third attempt - way to go, Ray!
“Don’t be silly, Ray, there’s no such organization.”
“Yeah so there is. You just aren’t badass enough to know. Now me, I am a badass. I am badass to the bone.” Also drunk to the bone. It was a righteous bust and he was celebrating, even if he’d had to troll the streets to finally get the goods on Guillen.
Actually, he didn’t mind that part. He’d ID the johns, bring ‘em up to the flophouse, and the duck boys would bag ‘em while he returned to his stretch of pavement. That was OK, but what really made it fun was knowing Fraser was watching his back - with way more intent than he should have.
But Ray knew his Fraser, yes he did. Knew Mister Constable Benton Robert Fraser, RCMP of Inu-Inot-Inawhosafutzit, in the great frozen northern reaches of the back of beyond Canada. Knew Mr. Mountie man would never make the moves Ray was wanting, knew Fraser thought Ray was as straight as any arrow. Yep, Ray knew all sorts of things. And he wanted to teach Fraser some of them.
So he had a plan, a good plan. He just had to get Big Red to play. Big Red, big, red, big and red - was he really? Didn’t know, but Ray was gonna find out.
“You’re my partner--”
"Ray.”
“and you’re gonna celebrate with me--”
"Ray.”
“--cuz we did good work, and it’s a tradition--”
"Ray.”
“--and it’s raining and I won’t drive you home--”
"Ray.”
“--cuz I had some drinks, an’ I don’t drink and drive--”
“Ray!”
“What! Oh, hey Frase, how ya doing?”
“Ray, I believe you have already consumed enough alcohol to make the game injurous to you.”
Ray was looking for the remote. He was gliding across the apartment, humming a discordant theme to the X-Files. “Only if I lose, Fraser buddy, and I won’t. Now sit down, and prepare to be amazed.”
“Ray, what would amaze me is if you are conscious at the end of the episode. In addition to the alcohol, you’ve had little food and no sleep. “
“That just may be true, you know? But I can’t sleep, not yet, because I have plans, Mister Mountie Man, and I’m not leaving!”
“Mister - what did you call me?”
“Mister Mountie Man, mountie man.” Ray cackled as he bounced down on the couch next to his partner. Felt good, so he bounced a couple more times. “Mountie man. Ben, Ben, the mountie man - finds the crooks when no one can. You are one great mountie, mountie man, know all sorts of useful stuff.”
“I appreciate the compliment, Ray, but--”
“I mean you speak languages that aren’t even written in English! How amazing is that? An’ you taste things, an’ smell things, an’ lick things--”
“Ray--”
“--man, I just love to watch you lick things, sockets an’ stuff. Wish you were licking other things, wish you were licking, like, my neck or something--”
“Ray!”
“--cuz I bet it would feel so-o-o good, just right along here--” Ray slid a finger slowly up and down the tendon behind his left ear, “--and the way you smell things, you’d be sniffing me, and smelling me, and all the time that tongue would be sliding down my neck, and I’d feel your mouth and your nose and your tongue just--”
Ray’s jeans were way too tight for this, he decided, so he figured he should take them off. Fraser hadn’t taken his off, like in the plan, but Ray could be flexible. Ray really liked flexible. He tried to wriggle out of his pants, squirming as he yanked and pulled on the skin-tight denim. “Hey, Frase, I could use a little help here.”
“Ray, I truly believe it would be best if you went to bed.”
Ray broke into the biggest smile Fraser had ever seen. “Man, it worked! I knew it would, just like I said. I said, you know, all I need is for Fraser to get just a little loose--” His shoulders gave a shimmy, “--and bam, I got ‘im. Do I got you, Ben?”
“Not until you confirm this conversation when you’re sober, Ray. A gentleman does not take advantage of someone under the influence of alcohol.”
Ray just blinked at him. “Love listenin’ to you talk. You think I ignore ya when you talk about the Inanouts, but really, you know, I’m just trying to stop from jumping your bones.”
Fraser grasped his hand, pulled him off the couch, into the bedroom, and down on the bed. “Ray, I’m going to get you water and aspirin. You will take the aspirin, drink the water, and go to sleep.”
Ray bounced on the bed, cackling again. “You forgot the sex, mountie man. How about I take you, then drink the water, then sleep? Cuz I would really, really like that.”
Yeah, Fraser was in the house, Fraser was in the bedroom, Fraser was pulling off Ray’s shoes and jeans and shirt. And then Fraser wasn’t in the bedroom. Ray was sure that was not in the plan, but before he could wrap his head around that, Fraser was back, handing him a glass and some aspirin. Ray gushed over the pills like they were chocolates. “I knew you loved me.”
“Take the aspirin, Ray.” Ray popped them, and followed them down by guzzling the entire glass of water. By magic, Fraser filled it again - from a pitcher! Damn he was good!
“Hey Fraser, why you still wearing clothes? The plan is for some naked mountie ‘bout now.”
“I will admit to some curiosity about this plan. Why don’t you lay down and explain it to me?”
“Can I? Cuz I’ve been working on this for months, cuz, it had to be complicated, cuz I didn’t think simple would work, cuz then you’d guess, an then it couldn’t be a surprise. Did I surprise you, Frase?”
“Very much so. Although I still don’t know the details, I’m certain it was a truly splendid plan.”
Ray smiled as his eyes shut. “Splendid. I like that. It’s like being greatness.”
“Being greatness? Yes, I suppose so. Sleep, Ray, and we’ll be greatness in the morning.”
No response from the bed.
Fraser smiled and stretched out on the bed. After all, no sense in walking home in the rain.
********
Ray awoke to an empty apartment, and since he wasn’t suffering from temporary amnesia, knew why it was empty. He hit the head, brushed his teeth, took a shower and two more aspirin, then did the only sensible thing - he climbed back under the covers and pulled them over his head.
The next time he woke up, something was weird. Maybe it was the bright sun shining on his eyes, maybe it was the quiet sound of a ballgame playing on the living room TV, or maybe it was the weight of an arm draped across his chest. Thought about that a second or two - definitely, it was the arm.
He turned his head just a little, but that was enough to alert the man resting next to him. “Good afternoon, Ray.”
“Uh-h, afternoon, Frase.”
“And how are you feeling? No headache? No nausea?”
“Nope, no headache, no stomache ache, no ache-ache.” OK, this was now officially weird.
“Are you fully awake?”
“Yeah.” Really, really, weird.
“And are you sober?”
“Pretty much.” Unfortunately.
“Ah. Well then.” Fraser moved just a little behind him, then leaned in and licked his neck slowly up and down the tendon behind his left ear. Ray could feel Fraser’s mouth and nose and tongue. And it was way better than he thought it would be.
“Frase, did you just lick me?” Ray was proud of how calmly he asked that question.
“Yes, Ray.”
“Why?”
“I’m following the plan, Ray.” Fraser bit down lightly on Ray’s shoulder. “You smell just wonderful, clean and sleepy warm.” He kissed the pink mark left behind, then moved to the next spot.
“You’re - you’re following the plan?!” Ray broke free of Fraser’s arm and rolled over to face him.
“Oh, yes, with some modifications, of course.” Fraser peppered his face with light kisses, alternating them with small bites on his neck and ears.
“Modifications? What modifications?” Ray was kind of offended. Great plans didn’t need modification, particularly ones that felt this good. Fraser freed them from the tangled bedding.
“Necessary modifications, Ray. For example, you didn’t mention kissing. Licking, yes, kissing, no.”
“Wha-a-a--”
It was pretty hard to respond when he had a tongue that wasn’t his checking out his teeth. God, that was amazing.
Fraser pulled back, just a little. “And you didn’t mention nipples. I’m certain there was no mention of nipples.” He lowered his mouth to one of Ray’s aforementioned nipples and clamped down on it with his teeth.
Damn, Fraser was right - he hadn’t mentioned nipples. “Sorry - oh, man - I guess I forgot.” Ray ran a hand through Fraser’s hair and held him to his chest.
“That’s all right, Ray. I couldn’t expect you to take my plan into account.”
“You had a plan?!” Damn, Fraser found the other one, the left one, the sensitive one. His back bowed as a strangled gasp escaped him.
“Well, not quite a plan - more a fantasy, really. I’ve fantasized about so many things.” Fraser’s hands rubbed along Ray’s spine, at which point Ray discovered two things: Fraser was as naked as he was, and Big Red was a pretty accurate description.
“Frase -”
“Mm-m. I’ve wondered what you would do - in the car - I’ve wondered if I could just reach over and pull your cock out of your jeans. If you’d let me stroke you, taste you.”
Fraser wrapped him tightly in those two strong arms, pulled him as close as could be, and just - just inhaled him! Wet, hungry, noisy liplocks. Well, Ray was slow in some ways, but not about this. He threw his arms around his mountie man and responded. “I’d let you, Ben. I think about it all the time.”
They were rocking back and forth, grinding their bodies together. Ray could feel Fraser’s cock pulsing against his own, hard and wet like his. That wonderful tongue moved back to his neck.
“I’ve thought about - oh yes, Ray, it’s - move just - yes, like that,” Ben held on tightly and rolled them so Ray was on top, “let me spread - ah-h, thought about your - in my mouth, throbbing against my tongue...”
“Jesus, Ben!” Ray fit perfectly in the cradle of Fraser’s hips, and his cock seemed to know exactly it’s place in the world, sliding along side Ben’s.
“Thought about - about what it would - your chest pressed against my back, your arms holding me - your-your - Dear God, Ray, you inside me - I want - please, Ray!”
Ray heard the desperation in Ben’s voice even if he hadn’t actually heard the word. Ben was shaking with it. And suddenly, for the first time that day, Ray was in charge. It was his plan again. “You want me to fuck you, Ben? Is that what you want?” Wasn’t going to happen this time, they were too close, but later. He used one of his hands to rub their cocks together.
“Yes! Please, Ray, I can’t -”
Chest heaving, eyes wild, lips wet and swollen, Fraser had never looked so, “beautiful, you’re beautiful. God, I can’t wait to fuck you. I’m gonna - so hard. Ben!” Ray was going to lose it - he could feel his balls drawing up. Fraser’s were already up, Ray watched Fraser bite his lip as the crest of the wave hit. “No, let me hear you. Scream for me, Ben!”
Fraser didn’t scream, but only because he’d pulled Ray down by the hair and kissed him. Ray captured the scream against his mouth and released one of his own as they came, drenching each other with their come.
********
“Good plan,” Ray gasped out, still trying to catch his breath, “but am I hearing a baseball game?”
“Dief,” Fraser was still winded, guess that extra lung capacity wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. “Bribed him. Baseball, donuts.”
“Benton, you bribed the wolf for me.” Ray thought it was very romantic.
“It worked - unlike the drinking game.”
“Now wait a second.” First Fraser modified the plan, then he insulted it. “Are you naked? Am I naked? Did we not just have some seriously amazing sex? The plan worked, mountie man!”
“I stand corrected, Ray.”
Ray smirked. Sometimes Fraser made it too easy. “You ain’t standing, Benton, and if you’re good, you won’t be sitting either, at least not without a pillow.”
Fraser blushed then smiled. “Understood.”
“Come on Frase, you gotta play, it’s the law.” Ray practically skipped up the stairs to his apartment.
“I know of no statuatory requirements that necessitate my participation in such a bizarre and hazardous pastime.”
“It’s a law of nature, Frase, an unspoken law of the benevolent brotherhood of badass cops.” Ray opened the lock on his third attempt - way to go, Ray!
“Don’t be silly, Ray, there’s no such organization.”
“Yeah so there is. You just aren’t badass enough to know. Now me, I am a badass. I am badass to the bone.” Also drunk to the bone. It was a righteous bust and he was celebrating, even if he’d had to troll the streets to finally get the goods on Guillen.
Actually, he didn’t mind that part. He’d ID the johns, bring ‘em up to the flophouse, and the duck boys would bag ‘em while he returned to his stretch of pavement. That was OK, but what really made it fun was knowing Fraser was watching his back - with way more intent than he should have.
But Ray knew his Fraser, yes he did. Knew Mister Constable Benton Robert Fraser, RCMP of Inu-Inot-Inawhosafutzit, in the great frozen northern reaches of the back of beyond Canada. Knew Mr. Mountie man would never make the moves Ray was wanting, knew Fraser thought Ray was as straight as any arrow. Yep, Ray knew all sorts of things. And he wanted to teach Fraser some of them.
So he had a plan, a good plan. He just had to get Big Red to play. Big Red, big, red, big and red - was he really? Didn’t know, but Ray was gonna find out.
“You’re my partner--”
"Ray.”
“and you’re gonna celebrate with me--”
"Ray.”
“--cuz we did good work, and it’s a tradition--”
"Ray.”
“--and it’s raining and I won’t drive you home--”
"Ray.”
“--cuz I had some drinks, an’ I don’t drink and drive--”
“Ray!”
“What! Oh, hey Frase, how ya doing?”
“Ray, I believe you have already consumed enough alcohol to make the game injurous to you.”
Ray was looking for the remote. He was gliding across the apartment, humming a discordant theme to the X-Files. “Only if I lose, Fraser buddy, and I won’t. Now sit down, and prepare to be amazed.”
“Ray, what would amaze me is if you are conscious at the end of the episode. In addition to the alcohol, you’ve had little food and no sleep. “
“That just may be true, you know? But I can’t sleep, not yet, because I have plans, Mister Mountie Man, and I’m not leaving!”
“Mister - what did you call me?”
“Mister Mountie Man, mountie man.” Ray cackled as he bounced down on the couch next to his partner. Felt good, so he bounced a couple more times. “Mountie man. Ben, Ben, the mountie man - finds the crooks when no one can. You are one great mountie, mountie man, know all sorts of useful stuff.”
“I appreciate the compliment, Ray, but--”
“I mean you speak languages that aren’t even written in English! How amazing is that? An’ you taste things, an’ smell things, an’ lick things--”
“Ray--”
“--man, I just love to watch you lick things, sockets an’ stuff. Wish you were licking other things, wish you were licking, like, my neck or something--”
“Ray!”
“--cuz I bet it would feel so-o-o good, just right along here--” Ray slid a finger slowly up and down the tendon behind his left ear, “--and the way you smell things, you’d be sniffing me, and smelling me, and all the time that tongue would be sliding down my neck, and I’d feel your mouth and your nose and your tongue just--”
Ray’s jeans were way too tight for this, he decided, so he figured he should take them off. Fraser hadn’t taken his off, like in the plan, but Ray could be flexible. Ray really liked flexible. He tried to wriggle out of his pants, squirming as he yanked and pulled on the skin-tight denim. “Hey, Frase, I could use a little help here.”
“Ray, I truly believe it would be best if you went to bed.”
Ray broke into the biggest smile Fraser had ever seen. “Man, it worked! I knew it would, just like I said. I said, you know, all I need is for Fraser to get just a little loose--” His shoulders gave a shimmy, “--and bam, I got ‘im. Do I got you, Ben?”
“Not until you confirm this conversation when you’re sober, Ray. A gentleman does not take advantage of someone under the influence of alcohol.”
Ray just blinked at him. “Love listenin’ to you talk. You think I ignore ya when you talk about the Inanouts, but really, you know, I’m just trying to stop from jumping your bones.”
Fraser grasped his hand, pulled him off the couch, into the bedroom, and down on the bed. “Ray, I’m going to get you water and aspirin. You will take the aspirin, drink the water, and go to sleep.”
Ray bounced on the bed, cackling again. “You forgot the sex, mountie man. How about I take you, then drink the water, then sleep? Cuz I would really, really like that.”
Yeah, Fraser was in the house, Fraser was in the bedroom, Fraser was pulling off Ray’s shoes and jeans and shirt. And then Fraser wasn’t in the bedroom. Ray was sure that was not in the plan, but before he could wrap his head around that, Fraser was back, handing him a glass and some aspirin. Ray gushed over the pills like they were chocolates. “I knew you loved me.”
“Take the aspirin, Ray.” Ray popped them, and followed them down by guzzling the entire glass of water. By magic, Fraser filled it again - from a pitcher! Damn he was good!
“Hey Fraser, why you still wearing clothes? The plan is for some naked mountie ‘bout now.”
“I will admit to some curiosity about this plan. Why don’t you lay down and explain it to me?”
“Can I? Cuz I’ve been working on this for months, cuz, it had to be complicated, cuz I didn’t think simple would work, cuz then you’d guess, an then it couldn’t be a surprise. Did I surprise you, Frase?”
“Very much so. Although I still don’t know the details, I’m certain it was a truly splendid plan.”
Ray smiled as his eyes shut. “Splendid. I like that. It’s like being greatness.”
“Being greatness? Yes, I suppose so. Sleep, Ray, and we’ll be greatness in the morning.”
No response from the bed.
Fraser smiled and stretched out on the bed. After all, no sense in walking home in the rain.
********
Ray awoke to an empty apartment, and since he wasn’t suffering from temporary amnesia, knew why it was empty. He hit the head, brushed his teeth, took a shower and two more aspirin, then did the only sensible thing - he climbed back under the covers and pulled them over his head.
The next time he woke up, something was weird. Maybe it was the bright sun shining on his eyes, maybe it was the quiet sound of a ballgame playing on the living room TV, or maybe it was the weight of an arm draped across his chest. Thought about that a second or two - definitely, it was the arm.
He turned his head just a little, but that was enough to alert the man resting next to him. “Good afternoon, Ray.”
“Uh-h, afternoon, Frase.”
“And how are you feeling? No headache? No nausea?”
“Nope, no headache, no stomache ache, no ache-ache.” OK, this was now officially weird.
“Are you fully awake?”
“Yeah.” Really, really, weird.
“And are you sober?”
“Pretty much.” Unfortunately.
“Ah. Well then.” Fraser moved just a little behind him, then leaned in and licked his neck slowly up and down the tendon behind his left ear. Ray could feel Fraser’s mouth and nose and tongue. And it was way better than he thought it would be.
“Frase, did you just lick me?” Ray was proud of how calmly he asked that question.
“Yes, Ray.”
“Why?”
“I’m following the plan, Ray.” Fraser bit down lightly on Ray’s shoulder. “You smell just wonderful, clean and sleepy warm.” He kissed the pink mark left behind, then moved to the next spot.
“You’re - you’re following the plan?!” Ray broke free of Fraser’s arm and rolled over to face him.
“Oh, yes, with some modifications, of course.” Fraser peppered his face with light kisses, alternating them with small bites on his neck and ears.
“Modifications? What modifications?” Ray was kind of offended. Great plans didn’t need modification, particularly ones that felt this good. Fraser freed them from the tangled bedding.
“Necessary modifications, Ray. For example, you didn’t mention kissing. Licking, yes, kissing, no.”
“Wha-a-a--”
It was pretty hard to respond when he had a tongue that wasn’t his checking out his teeth. God, that was amazing.
Fraser pulled back, just a little. “And you didn’t mention nipples. I’m certain there was no mention of nipples.” He lowered his mouth to one of Ray’s aforementioned nipples and clamped down on it with his teeth.
Damn, Fraser was right - he hadn’t mentioned nipples. “Sorry - oh, man - I guess I forgot.” Ray ran a hand through Fraser’s hair and held him to his chest.
“That’s all right, Ray. I couldn’t expect you to take my plan into account.”
“You had a plan?!” Damn, Fraser found the other one, the left one, the sensitive one. His back bowed as a strangled gasp escaped him.
“Well, not quite a plan - more a fantasy, really. I’ve fantasized about so many things.” Fraser’s hands rubbed along Ray’s spine, at which point Ray discovered two things: Fraser was as naked as he was, and Big Red was a pretty accurate description.
“Frase -”
“Mm-m. I’ve wondered what you would do - in the car - I’ve wondered if I could just reach over and pull your cock out of your jeans. If you’d let me stroke you, taste you.”
Fraser wrapped him tightly in those two strong arms, pulled him as close as could be, and just - just inhaled him! Wet, hungry, noisy liplocks. Well, Ray was slow in some ways, but not about this. He threw his arms around his mountie man and responded. “I’d let you, Ben. I think about it all the time.”
They were rocking back and forth, grinding their bodies together. Ray could feel Fraser’s cock pulsing against his own, hard and wet like his. That wonderful tongue moved back to his neck.
“I’ve thought about - oh yes, Ray, it’s - move just - yes, like that,” Ben held on tightly and rolled them so Ray was on top, “let me spread - ah-h, thought about your - in my mouth, throbbing against my tongue...”
“Jesus, Ben!” Ray fit perfectly in the cradle of Fraser’s hips, and his cock seemed to know exactly it’s place in the world, sliding along side Ben’s.
“Thought about - about what it would - your chest pressed against my back, your arms holding me - your-your - Dear God, Ray, you inside me - I want - please, Ray!”
Ray heard the desperation in Ben’s voice even if he hadn’t actually heard the word. Ben was shaking with it. And suddenly, for the first time that day, Ray was in charge. It was his plan again. “You want me to fuck you, Ben? Is that what you want?” Wasn’t going to happen this time, they were too close, but later. He used one of his hands to rub their cocks together.
“Yes! Please, Ray, I can’t -”
Chest heaving, eyes wild, lips wet and swollen, Fraser had never looked so, “beautiful, you’re beautiful. God, I can’t wait to fuck you. I’m gonna - so hard. Ben!” Ray was going to lose it - he could feel his balls drawing up. Fraser’s were already up, Ray watched Fraser bite his lip as the crest of the wave hit. “No, let me hear you. Scream for me, Ben!”
Fraser didn’t scream, but only because he’d pulled Ray down by the hair and kissed him. Ray captured the scream against his mouth and released one of his own as they came, drenching each other with their come.
********
“Good plan,” Ray gasped out, still trying to catch his breath, “but am I hearing a baseball game?”
“Dief,” Fraser was still winded, guess that extra lung capacity wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. “Bribed him. Baseball, donuts.”
“Benton, you bribed the wolf for me.” Ray thought it was very romantic.
“It worked - unlike the drinking game.”
“Now wait a second.” First Fraser modified the plan, then he insulted it. “Are you naked? Am I naked? Did we not just have some seriously amazing sex? The plan worked, mountie man!”
“I stand corrected, Ray.”
Ray smirked. Sometimes Fraser made it too easy. “You ain’t standing, Benton, and if you’re good, you won’t be sitting either, at least not without a pillow.”
Fraser blushed then smiled. “Understood.”
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