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lynnmonster I give you 1013 words...
Interlude with Chinese
by JennyB.
“Well, that was a bust.” I lean my head against the brick wall and pound gently a couple of times. My head hurt from the near hour Vecchio and I spent interviewing this old lady without getting anything out of her we could use. “I think it’s time to call it a day.”
“It was that time forty-five minutes ago, Kowalski. You just didn’t get the clue.”
“I didn’t get the clue? You were the one who kept going back to her damn dog. You sounded like Fraser. Next thing you know you’ll be tracking wolf piss.”
“No, it was a lhasa apso.”
The annoyed, tossed-off comment gets me to actually look at him and he looks about as beat as I feel. I don’t even ask what the hell he meant by that because I’m not sure I want to know and I’m too frustrated to care.
“You want to stop by Mei Wang’s and get dinner?”
“What the hell. Ma’s got bingo tonight so it’s just leftovers at the house.”
I look in his eyes and feel that zing again. Just a couple of days ago in the supply closet, Vecchio was all over me, but still couldn’t get that I was there with him because it was my choice. So as I open the passenger door to the GTO, I finally decide it’s time for the old girl to see some action.
I pull away from the depressed little house and take the most indirect way I can to the restaurant.
“Aren’t you gonna call in the order?”
“Patience, Vecchio. It’s gonna take a while to get there and I want the food to be fresh.”
I take a quick look over at him and he’s looking at me like I grew another head or something. I just smile and turn back to watch the road. I can almost hear the wheels turning in Vecchio’s head, wondering what the hell I’m up to, wondering when he’s going to get a chance to make another move on me.
I get to a pretty deserted neighborhood just a few blocks from Wang’s and pull over, away from the two street lights on this block that actually work. I can feel his suspicion and nervousness climb when I release my seatbelt from the catch.
“What the hell is going on here, Kowalski?”
“I got something you should know, Vecchio.”
“Oh, yeah? What’s that?”
My answer is to dive for his mouth, awkward as it is with the brake and steering wheel in my way. I lick my way past his lips and grin when he makes fists in the soft leather of my coat.
I take control, balancing on my knees so I can palm his dick through his pants. It’s already nearly all the way hard. He must have wanted it bad to be this far this fast. It’s not going to take any time at all to get him off.
“What the–“ He tries to talk when I pull back for a breath, but I don’t give him the chance to say much. I go back to kissing him, moving to straddle him as best I can so I can pull out his dick and stroke it with my right hand. My dominant hand. Dominant. Heh.
He tries to spread his legs, tries to give me more room to work, but it’s cramped in here. I decide to fall back and attack head first instead. When I go down on him, his moans fill the car. We had to be quiet in the station, but here he can make all the noise he wants. I think I might go deaf before it’s over, but what a way to go.
Still trying to be in charge, he finally puts a hand on my head, doing what he can to guide the rhythm, but we’ve jerked each other off enough times that I know what he needs. I just don’t want to give it to him yet. I want him to try and push his dick down my throat.
I sputter and cough because I didn’t think he could move that much, but it’s worth it to see him, his head back against the seat, eyes closed, mouth open and panting. I pull off and watch him for a second, my hand keeping pace on his dick.
Vecchio’s hazel eyes open and he stares at me through the haze of horndoggedness. I lick my lips and grin at him, lean in to kiss him quickly. Then I see a flicker in his eyes and they go wide. I want to scream hallelujah, but all I do is bend to take his dick in my mouth again. I hear the thump of his head against he seat again and feel his hand in my hair, stroking and caressing this time.
“Ray!” His voice is thick with passion, his hand tightens in my hair and this time I’m ready when his hips lift off the seat. A groan fills my ears and his come fills my mouth.
When the pulses stop, I sit up and swallow, grin still on my face. Less than comfortably, I move to sit back behind the wheel, adjusting my hard-on. I start the car and pull away from the curb. Vecchio still hasn’t said a word by the time we get to Mei Wang’s.
I shut off the car and turn to face him. “You’re buying. Kung Pao chicken, shrimp fried rice and an order of spring rolls. We’ll go to my place and eat and then you can fuck me. How’s that for an evening?”
He’s still so stunned that he can’t say anything for a minute. He leans over, kisses me gently, more gentle and soft than I ever expected from him, and says, “Potstickers.”
I lick his chin and answer, “Okay, fine. Potstickers. Now go on. Get out of the car and leave me alone for a few minutes or my dick’s never going to get soft.”
Vecchio’s smile lights up the whole block. “I hope not.”
~end~
lynnmonster I give you 1013 words...Interlude with Chinese
by JennyB.
“Well, that was a bust.” I lean my head against the brick wall and pound gently a couple of times. My head hurt from the near hour Vecchio and I spent interviewing this old lady without getting anything out of her we could use. “I think it’s time to call it a day.”
“It was that time forty-five minutes ago, Kowalski. You just didn’t get the clue.”
“I didn’t get the clue? You were the one who kept going back to her damn dog. You sounded like Fraser. Next thing you know you’ll be tracking wolf piss.”
“No, it was a lhasa apso.”
The annoyed, tossed-off comment gets me to actually look at him and he looks about as beat as I feel. I don’t even ask what the hell he meant by that because I’m not sure I want to know and I’m too frustrated to care.
“You want to stop by Mei Wang’s and get dinner?”
“What the hell. Ma’s got bingo tonight so it’s just leftovers at the house.”
I look in his eyes and feel that zing again. Just a couple of days ago in the supply closet, Vecchio was all over me, but still couldn’t get that I was there with him because it was my choice. So as I open the passenger door to the GTO, I finally decide it’s time for the old girl to see some action.
I pull away from the depressed little house and take the most indirect way I can to the restaurant.
“Aren’t you gonna call in the order?”
“Patience, Vecchio. It’s gonna take a while to get there and I want the food to be fresh.”
I take a quick look over at him and he’s looking at me like I grew another head or something. I just smile and turn back to watch the road. I can almost hear the wheels turning in Vecchio’s head, wondering what the hell I’m up to, wondering when he’s going to get a chance to make another move on me.
I get to a pretty deserted neighborhood just a few blocks from Wang’s and pull over, away from the two street lights on this block that actually work. I can feel his suspicion and nervousness climb when I release my seatbelt from the catch.
“What the hell is going on here, Kowalski?”
“I got something you should know, Vecchio.”
“Oh, yeah? What’s that?”
My answer is to dive for his mouth, awkward as it is with the brake and steering wheel in my way. I lick my way past his lips and grin when he makes fists in the soft leather of my coat.
I take control, balancing on my knees so I can palm his dick through his pants. It’s already nearly all the way hard. He must have wanted it bad to be this far this fast. It’s not going to take any time at all to get him off.
“What the–“ He tries to talk when I pull back for a breath, but I don’t give him the chance to say much. I go back to kissing him, moving to straddle him as best I can so I can pull out his dick and stroke it with my right hand. My dominant hand. Dominant. Heh.
He tries to spread his legs, tries to give me more room to work, but it’s cramped in here. I decide to fall back and attack head first instead. When I go down on him, his moans fill the car. We had to be quiet in the station, but here he can make all the noise he wants. I think I might go deaf before it’s over, but what a way to go.
Still trying to be in charge, he finally puts a hand on my head, doing what he can to guide the rhythm, but we’ve jerked each other off enough times that I know what he needs. I just don’t want to give it to him yet. I want him to try and push his dick down my throat.
I sputter and cough because I didn’t think he could move that much, but it’s worth it to see him, his head back against the seat, eyes closed, mouth open and panting. I pull off and watch him for a second, my hand keeping pace on his dick.
Vecchio’s hazel eyes open and he stares at me through the haze of horndoggedness. I lick my lips and grin at him, lean in to kiss him quickly. Then I see a flicker in his eyes and they go wide. I want to scream hallelujah, but all I do is bend to take his dick in my mouth again. I hear the thump of his head against he seat again and feel his hand in my hair, stroking and caressing this time.
“Ray!” His voice is thick with passion, his hand tightens in my hair and this time I’m ready when his hips lift off the seat. A groan fills my ears and his come fills my mouth.
When the pulses stop, I sit up and swallow, grin still on my face. Less than comfortably, I move to sit back behind the wheel, adjusting my hard-on. I start the car and pull away from the curb. Vecchio still hasn’t said a word by the time we get to Mei Wang’s.
I shut off the car and turn to face him. “You’re buying. Kung Pao chicken, shrimp fried rice and an order of spring rolls. We’ll go to my place and eat and then you can fuck me. How’s that for an evening?”
He’s still so stunned that he can’t say anything for a minute. He leans over, kisses me gently, more gentle and soft than I ever expected from him, and says, “Potstickers.”
I lick his chin and answer, “Okay, fine. Potstickers. Now go on. Get out of the car and leave me alone for a few minutes or my dick’s never going to get soft.”
Vecchio’s smile lights up the whole block. “I hope not.”
~end~
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Date: 2004-05-07 02:59 am (UTC)Hot.
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Date: 2004-05-07 10:17 am (UTC)Thank you! I'm glad you liked it!!
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Date: 2004-05-07 05:03 am (UTC)Potstickers, yay!
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Date: 2004-05-07 10:23 am (UTC)And yeah, potstickers. Vecchio had to assert *something* after that. *g*
So I think the question is, who's going to write the next installment of the Ray/Ray sex in public serial? And where will it be? Back yard of the Vecchio house? Consulate function (because in your world, Fraser's in Chicago, right? I can't remember.)? Court house?
The possibilities are endless. *g*
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Date: 2004-05-07 06:30 am (UTC)Guuuuuuuuh
“What the hell is going on here, Kowalski?”
“I got something you should know, Vecchio.”
“Oh, yeah? What’s that?”
This is perfect, perfect Ray/Ray. Love it! Thanks for posting!
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Date: 2004-05-07 10:26 am (UTC)Lynnmonster provided the inspiration. The Rays just wanted to have more sex. :o)
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Date: 2004-05-07 08:24 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-05-07 02:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-07 04:02 pm (UTC)You'll have to wait until this massive thunderstorm passes though. I'm going off-line before the lightning moves through in about three minutes. I'm about two hours away from finishing it off, but this is a pretty nasty storm coming in fast.
the haze of horndoggedness
Date: 2004-05-07 07:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-09 01:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-09 02:15 pm (UTC)*snicker*
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Date: 2004-05-11 08:00 am (UTC)