One Night Stands Challenge
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ds_flashfictionIt's kind of uneven and didn't go anywhere near where I wanted it to go- no sex, but here's my attempt- Just over 1000 words.
One night stands stretched, nigh infinite, between me and the dawn. The dawn brings the distraction of duty and routine, bearing me through to the afternoon. The afternoon brings the challenges of police work or, at the very least, the opportunity to assist Ray with his reports. I must admit, if only to myself, I relish the afternoons, the chance to see Ray and bask in his joie de vivre.
Tonight however, is still before me. As so many previous nights have and as so many future nights promise to, this night stands, seemingly impenetrable, between where, or rather when, I want to be and when I am. It is early yet, perhaps I could call Ray, just to be sure he returned home safely, just to hear his voice. I have dialed before I'm conscious of having made the decision. The telephone has not finished but half a ring before Ray's voice flashes over the line.
"What?"
"Hello Ray. I hope I'm not disturbing you."
"Oh, hey! Sorry Frase. What's up?"
"I was calling to make certain you had reached home without incident, what with the slickness of the roads . . ."
"Yeah, no problem, the Goat did me just fine."
"Of course, I meant no disrespect to the GTO."
"Good 'cause I wouldn't want to have to come over there and kick some sense into you. That all?"
"Yes, Ray, what else might there be?"
"I don't know. Maybe there could be something else, some Inuit story you've been meaning to tell me or something."
"Ray, you hate my stories."
"No, I don't. I just don't think you need to tell them to every scumbag we meet, while they're shooting at us."
"Point taken. We did apprehend the suspects, Ray."
"Yeah, yeah, we did good. So, goodnight, Frase."
"Goodnight, Ray"
"Frase?"
"Yes Ray?"
"You want to do something. I mean, I'm still wired from the case. I'm not going to sleep for a while."
"What did you have in mind?”
“I don't know, maybe just a little conversation.”
“Conversation?”
“Yeah, it's kinda' nice to talk without anybody shooting at us. Like we're normal buddies.”
“Normal? I was under the impression you considered me a freak.”
“Well yeah, okay, I meant normal for us, which is, let's face it, out an out bizarre on a good day.”
“True.”
“So, my normally freakish buddy, anything on your mind. How's Trix?”
“Trix, Ray?”
“Yeah, you know how you doing? Chicago driving you extra batty this week or are you dealing okay?”
“I admit, Ray, I have been a bit homesick recently.”
“Umm . . . anything I can do? I'm guessing taking you out for Eskimo Pies ain't gonna do it.”
“No, there is a surprising paucity of Eskimo Pies in the Territories.”
“Maybe you need to get outta your skin, you know what I mean. I know I gotta do that every once in a while. What do you think?”
“What do you suggest?”
“Sex.”
“Ah.”
“Sorry, which 'ah' is that- the 'Ray's got a point ah' or the 'Ray's astonishingly crude and I'm amazed I can stand to be his friend ah'?”
“Uh . . . either, both.”
“You want go somewhere and cruise chicas?”
“Good Lord Ray, no!”
“No? Uh, you got an old girlfriend you could . . . never mind.”
“You want to pretend we didn't have this conversation and come over to watch the game?”
“Yes.”
***
One knight stands between me and mating Fraser. Scratch that; make that checkmating Fraser. I'm pretty sure that all I have to do is sacrifice my rook and that will open him up for my queen and he's going down- er . . . I mean I can take him- Dammit! I can't keep out of the gutter thinking about Fraser. Knowing that he's hurting for uh, affection's got my imagination in overdrive. The cable going out so we can't see the Hawks lose ain't helping that much either.
He sounded so damn forlorn on the phone; I couldn't do anything but go get him and take him home with me and love him and squeeze him and call him George. Okay, not George. And I'm not going to squeeze him either, as much as I might want to. And the loving part- well I can't help doing that any more than I can quit doing that pesky breathing thing. And just like the breathing thing, even if I think I might stop, he does something freakish to make me start up again- standard procedure.
So, here we are, an hour and a half after I first dropped him off, two moves from putting this game to bed. Bed- Ben in my bed- God, I've got to stop thinking about him before I mess this up.
The thing about Fraser is that, as well as he can see things and smell things and frickin taste things when it comes to catching the scumbags, that's how bad he is at seeing and smelling and tasting things when it come to friendships or any ship type things involving people. That's why getting the whole partnership thing right's been such work.
“It's your move, Ray.” He spooks me from too much thinking. I didn't even see him take the bait and capture my rook. I take his knight.
“Oh no, you lost your little horsey what are you gonna do- a Mountie without a horse? And oh look, my queen's all set up. Checkmate. Guess my queen's better than yours, eh Benton-buddy?”
“Congratulations, Ray. As always, you are a humble and gracious winner.”
“Just kidding, buddy. Your queen's the best out there. Good game.” I offer my hand in congratulations. He takes it and we sort of lean in to a half hug across the coffee table. He smells really, really good so I rub my nose along his neck just above his collar just a little, you know, sort of accidentally on purpose. He stiffens up real fast, but he's not pulling away.
“Ray, did you just nuzzle my neck?”
“Nuzzle?”
“Yes, Ray, nuzzle, as in snuggle or cuddle, a caress.”
“Oh. Uh, yeah, you wanna make something of it?”
“Yes.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Cool.”
“Indeed.”
Muffled kissing noises.
One night stands stretched, nigh infinite, between me and the dawn. The dawn brings the distraction of duty and routine, bearing me through to the afternoon. The afternoon brings the challenges of police work or, at the very least, the opportunity to assist Ray with his reports. I must admit, if only to myself, I relish the afternoons, the chance to see Ray and bask in his joie de vivre.
Tonight however, is still before me. As so many previous nights have and as so many future nights promise to, this night stands, seemingly impenetrable, between where, or rather when, I want to be and when I am. It is early yet, perhaps I could call Ray, just to be sure he returned home safely, just to hear his voice. I have dialed before I'm conscious of having made the decision. The telephone has not finished but half a ring before Ray's voice flashes over the line.
"What?"
"Hello Ray. I hope I'm not disturbing you."
"Oh, hey! Sorry Frase. What's up?"
"I was calling to make certain you had reached home without incident, what with the slickness of the roads . . ."
"Yeah, no problem, the Goat did me just fine."
"Of course, I meant no disrespect to the GTO."
"Good 'cause I wouldn't want to have to come over there and kick some sense into you. That all?"
"Yes, Ray, what else might there be?"
"I don't know. Maybe there could be something else, some Inuit story you've been meaning to tell me or something."
"Ray, you hate my stories."
"No, I don't. I just don't think you need to tell them to every scumbag we meet, while they're shooting at us."
"Point taken. We did apprehend the suspects, Ray."
"Yeah, yeah, we did good. So, goodnight, Frase."
"Goodnight, Ray"
"Frase?"
"Yes Ray?"
"You want to do something. I mean, I'm still wired from the case. I'm not going to sleep for a while."
"What did you have in mind?”
“I don't know, maybe just a little conversation.”
“Conversation?”
“Yeah, it's kinda' nice to talk without anybody shooting at us. Like we're normal buddies.”
“Normal? I was under the impression you considered me a freak.”
“Well yeah, okay, I meant normal for us, which is, let's face it, out an out bizarre on a good day.”
“True.”
“So, my normally freakish buddy, anything on your mind. How's Trix?”
“Trix, Ray?”
“Yeah, you know how you doing? Chicago driving you extra batty this week or are you dealing okay?”
“I admit, Ray, I have been a bit homesick recently.”
“Umm . . . anything I can do? I'm guessing taking you out for Eskimo Pies ain't gonna do it.”
“No, there is a surprising paucity of Eskimo Pies in the Territories.”
“Maybe you need to get outta your skin, you know what I mean. I know I gotta do that every once in a while. What do you think?”
“What do you suggest?”
“Sex.”
“Ah.”
“Sorry, which 'ah' is that- the 'Ray's got a point ah' or the 'Ray's astonishingly crude and I'm amazed I can stand to be his friend ah'?”
“Uh . . . either, both.”
“You want go somewhere and cruise chicas?”
“Good Lord Ray, no!”
“No? Uh, you got an old girlfriend you could . . . never mind.”
“You want to pretend we didn't have this conversation and come over to watch the game?”
“Yes.”
***
One knight stands between me and mating Fraser. Scratch that; make that checkmating Fraser. I'm pretty sure that all I have to do is sacrifice my rook and that will open him up for my queen and he's going down- er . . . I mean I can take him- Dammit! I can't keep out of the gutter thinking about Fraser. Knowing that he's hurting for uh, affection's got my imagination in overdrive. The cable going out so we can't see the Hawks lose ain't helping that much either.
He sounded so damn forlorn on the phone; I couldn't do anything but go get him and take him home with me and love him and squeeze him and call him George. Okay, not George. And I'm not going to squeeze him either, as much as I might want to. And the loving part- well I can't help doing that any more than I can quit doing that pesky breathing thing. And just like the breathing thing, even if I think I might stop, he does something freakish to make me start up again- standard procedure.
So, here we are, an hour and a half after I first dropped him off, two moves from putting this game to bed. Bed- Ben in my bed- God, I've got to stop thinking about him before I mess this up.
The thing about Fraser is that, as well as he can see things and smell things and frickin taste things when it comes to catching the scumbags, that's how bad he is at seeing and smelling and tasting things when it come to friendships or any ship type things involving people. That's why getting the whole partnership thing right's been such work.
“It's your move, Ray.” He spooks me from too much thinking. I didn't even see him take the bait and capture my rook. I take his knight.
“Oh no, you lost your little horsey what are you gonna do- a Mountie without a horse? And oh look, my queen's all set up. Checkmate. Guess my queen's better than yours, eh Benton-buddy?”
“Congratulations, Ray. As always, you are a humble and gracious winner.”
“Just kidding, buddy. Your queen's the best out there. Good game.” I offer my hand in congratulations. He takes it and we sort of lean in to a half hug across the coffee table. He smells really, really good so I rub my nose along his neck just above his collar just a little, you know, sort of accidentally on purpose. He stiffens up real fast, but he's not pulling away.
“Ray, did you just nuzzle my neck?”
“Nuzzle?”
“Yes, Ray, nuzzle, as in snuggle or cuddle, a caress.”
“Oh. Uh, yeah, you wanna make something of it?”
“Yes.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Cool.”
“Indeed.”
Muffled kissing noises.
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