Sex in Public Challenge
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ds_flashfictionHere's a little Ray/Ray story. It's kind of a sidebar to a bigger story that's a WIP. Big thanks to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nowlive and Karen/S for beta services and general hand holding. I call this one
Bad Day at the 2-7
It'd been a long day. Hell, they'd all been long since I came back to Chicago without Fraser, but this was a bad day going to total shit. My partner, what Welsh had in his head assigning me to be Vecchio's, I don't know, but my partner hit my limit that day.
We were questioning a witness; one that I suspected was the perp. I was trying to get him to roll over, but Vecchio was screwing it up. I tried to nudge the guy down the road to a full confession. Vecchio, he was a fucking bulldozer. The more he pushed, the quieter my murder suspect got. It wasn't even a case of good cop-bad cop. It was more like good cop-total nut case.
Vecchio had that superior sneer going on. I think of it as his Armando look. He had that look when he turned to me and said, "Stanley, why don't you go get us some coffee while I finish up with Mr. Michaels here?" He was dismissing me, like I was the one screwing up. Plus he called me Stanley. I go by Ray, damn it. He was doing it with that Armando Languistini sneering, condescending attitude.
I grabbed Vecchio's arm and pushed him toward the door. I snatched it open and snarled at the uniform lounging outside, "Watch him," meaning Michaels. I kept on pushing Vecchio, right into the men's room and up against the partition to the stalls. I was going to punch him. I swear I was going to punch him one right on that big schnoz of his.
I grabbed his tie and caught something in his eyes. Yeah, he was scared, but Vecchio was also turned on. I smiled. Vecchio flinched and closed those gorgeous green eyes of his. Instead of hitting him, I leaned in and kissed him - hard and mean with just a brush of tongue at the end. I pulled back, and I'll be damned if he didn't try to follow. He humped against my leg, and there was no mistaking that he was turned on.
Vecchio moaned a little when I kissed him again. He bucked harder against the thigh I'd pressed between his legs. He was kissing me back, all hungry and horny, fighting my tongue with his own. I opened my eyes, and it hit me just where we were. Anybody could have walked through that door. I grabbed Vecchio and pushed him into the last stall in the row. The one that I knew the latch worked.
Vecchio was leaning against the side wall, panting like Dief after a doughnut. Don't ask me what I was thinking because I really couldn't tell you. All I knew is that Vecchio had been pushing me since I got back and Welsh made me his partner. This time I was the one pushing. I knelt down in front of him and opened his pants. I looked up at Vecchio and for once there was no sneer on his face.
I'll say this for Vecchio, his face may not be pretty, but he has a nice cock. He was cut, like me - not too big and not too small either. It fit in my hand just right. A drop of pre-come welled up from the tip, and I licked it off. He bucked, trying to cram his dick in my mouth. No way was I going to put up with that. I gave him a little scrape with my teeth, just enough for him to get that I was in charge.
The pre-come and the fact that his chest was heaving told me he was close, and I went to it. I sucked Vecchio's dick hard and fast. I really hadn't thought about my own, but it was throbbing and aching trapped in my jeans. I reached down to give it a squeeze, and I'll be damned if I didn't come right then and there.
Vecchio have one little muffled groan, and he was coming too. When he was done I reached past him and grabbed some toilet paper to clean myself off. I wiped my mouth, and I opened my pants to see how much damage I'd done. It wasn't too bad. I was quick enough that it didn't spread. I stood up and did up my pants. Vecchio was doing the same. We washed our hands and went back to work. I didn't see that sneer again for a few days, and now I had a sure-fire cure for it.
End
nowlive and Karen/S for beta services and general hand holding. I call this one Bad Day at the 2-7
It'd been a long day. Hell, they'd all been long since I came back to Chicago without Fraser, but this was a bad day going to total shit. My partner, what Welsh had in his head assigning me to be Vecchio's, I don't know, but my partner hit my limit that day.
We were questioning a witness; one that I suspected was the perp. I was trying to get him to roll over, but Vecchio was screwing it up. I tried to nudge the guy down the road to a full confession. Vecchio, he was a fucking bulldozer. The more he pushed, the quieter my murder suspect got. It wasn't even a case of good cop-bad cop. It was more like good cop-total nut case.
Vecchio had that superior sneer going on. I think of it as his Armando look. He had that look when he turned to me and said, "Stanley, why don't you go get us some coffee while I finish up with Mr. Michaels here?" He was dismissing me, like I was the one screwing up. Plus he called me Stanley. I go by Ray, damn it. He was doing it with that Armando Languistini sneering, condescending attitude.
I grabbed Vecchio's arm and pushed him toward the door. I snatched it open and snarled at the uniform lounging outside, "Watch him," meaning Michaels. I kept on pushing Vecchio, right into the men's room and up against the partition to the stalls. I was going to punch him. I swear I was going to punch him one right on that big schnoz of his.
I grabbed his tie and caught something in his eyes. Yeah, he was scared, but Vecchio was also turned on. I smiled. Vecchio flinched and closed those gorgeous green eyes of his. Instead of hitting him, I leaned in and kissed him - hard and mean with just a brush of tongue at the end. I pulled back, and I'll be damned if he didn't try to follow. He humped against my leg, and there was no mistaking that he was turned on.
Vecchio moaned a little when I kissed him again. He bucked harder against the thigh I'd pressed between his legs. He was kissing me back, all hungry and horny, fighting my tongue with his own. I opened my eyes, and it hit me just where we were. Anybody could have walked through that door. I grabbed Vecchio and pushed him into the last stall in the row. The one that I knew the latch worked.
Vecchio was leaning against the side wall, panting like Dief after a doughnut. Don't ask me what I was thinking because I really couldn't tell you. All I knew is that Vecchio had been pushing me since I got back and Welsh made me his partner. This time I was the one pushing. I knelt down in front of him and opened his pants. I looked up at Vecchio and for once there was no sneer on his face.
I'll say this for Vecchio, his face may not be pretty, but he has a nice cock. He was cut, like me - not too big and not too small either. It fit in my hand just right. A drop of pre-come welled up from the tip, and I licked it off. He bucked, trying to cram his dick in my mouth. No way was I going to put up with that. I gave him a little scrape with my teeth, just enough for him to get that I was in charge.
The pre-come and the fact that his chest was heaving told me he was close, and I went to it. I sucked Vecchio's dick hard and fast. I really hadn't thought about my own, but it was throbbing and aching trapped in my jeans. I reached down to give it a squeeze, and I'll be damned if I didn't come right then and there.
Vecchio have one little muffled groan, and he was coming too. When he was done I reached past him and grabbed some toilet paper to clean myself off. I wiped my mouth, and I opened my pants to see how much damage I'd done. It wasn't too bad. I was quick enough that it didn't spread. I stood up and did up my pants. Vecchio was doing the same. We washed our hands and went back to work. I didn't see that sneer again for a few days, and now I had a sure-fire cure for it.
End
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Date: 2004-05-03 05:21 pm (UTC)LOL! What is it with these guys just wanting to screw each other silly?
*repeats mantra*
I will not get into Ray/Ray, I will *not* get into Ray/Ray...
...Oh, shit. I'm getting into Ray/Ray. *g*
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Date: 2004-05-03 05:43 pm (UTC)*repeats mantra*
I will not get into Ray/Ray, I will *not* get into Ray/Ray...
...Oh, shit. I'm getting into Ray/Ray. *g*
I know, they're insidious, aren't they? ::there they go again, like rabbits, I tell you::
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Date: 2004-05-03 06:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-04 04:00 am (UTC)::g:: Thanks, Lynn
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Date: 2004-05-03 07:14 pm (UTC)And, yum.
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Date: 2004-05-04 04:03 am (UTC)And read to catch at a moment's notice.
And, yum.
Glad you liked it. Thank you, Shay.
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Date: 2004-05-03 07:46 pm (UTC)That is just evil. In the very best and most uplifting way, of course.
EE, joining the other zombies chanting, "Ray/Ray, Ray/Ray"
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Date: 2004-05-04 04:06 am (UTC)EE, joining the other zombies chanting, "Ray/Ray, Ray/Ray"
Hee! I'm so happy that you liked my evilness. ;) Thanks for commenting.
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Date: 2004-05-03 10:08 pm (UTC)Great one, babe! I loved it!
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Date: 2004-05-04 04:08 am (UTC)Hee! So true.
Great one, babe! I loved it!
Yay! Jenny loved my story! Now I can go to work happy. ::g::
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Date: 2004-05-04 07:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-04 12:19 pm (UTC)Thanks, Estrella. ::g::
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Date: 2004-05-04 03:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-04 04:42 pm (UTC)Thanks, Mergatrude. The other story is called Shards, right now, and is told from Ray Vecchio's POV. I'm sure hoping that doing this turn-around on the Point of View will kick me into finishing that one. ::g::
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Date: 2004-05-04 06:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-05 03:57 am (UTC)Oh, dear. Sorry, Ches. I certainly didn't mean to do you bodily harm. ;)
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Date: 2004-07-06 02:44 pm (UTC)Looking forward to the rest of the story...
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Date: 2004-07-06 02:50 pm (UTC)Looking forward to the rest of the story...
Thank you kindly, vamp! I'm looking for a beta reader for the rest of the story, but so far no takers. :(