Sex in Public Challenge - Company's Coming
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ds_flashfiction1882 words of Ray/Ray (what is the world coming to?) inspired the previous series of stories by jenboo, lynnmonster, akite, et al who have made me see the possibilities.
“Whaddya mean you can’t come over?!” Ray was pissed, but so it goes.
“Listen, Stanley, it’s not like I got a lotta options here.”
“Of course you got options. You say ‘Sorry, Ma, I got options’ then you get in that ugly green car and get your ass over here. How hard can that be?”
“Ri-i-ight. So says the man who still has his ma doing his ironing--”
“Hey, I never asked her to. I told her not to--”
“And she does it anyway. Moms are like that, especially ours.” He was whining, but I let it slide. I wasn’t exactly thrilled either. I’d been looking forward to a Cubs game and some serious fucking, and not necessarily in that order. Made me wonder when I actually started enjoying rain delays...
“So what’s she suckered you into this time?”
“Some of a friend of a friend of a cousin of a niece of a woman that Frannie knows from Lamaze class is stopping by the house to pick up the old sleeper sofa, and you know there’s no way Ma was gonna let two pregnant ladies wrestle a couch out of the house.” Damn thing weighed a ton.
“And of course Tony has some excuse. What is it this time, his back?”
“Nah, his knee. Says he hurt it at work. And Marie is pregnant again, too.” Guess his knee didn’t hurt that much.
“You know any women who aren’t pregnant, Vecchio?”
“Don’t need to know women when I got you, Stanley.”
Call me Stanley one more time, and you won’t know me either.”
“What, you want me to call you sweetie, instead?”
“When she coming over?” Nice change of subject there, Stanley.
“Not a clue - and until she shows up I’m hiding in the basement. Frannie and Marie are in the kitchen with dueling cravings and Ma’s trying to keep them from killing each other.”
I hope you enjoy your afternoon.”
“You - ah - want to keep me company?”
“Let me get this straight. You want me to give up a Cubs game and pizza --”
“--and sex, don’t forget the sex...”
“--and sex, to come over to a house full of hormonal women--”
“--and Ma in full voice--”
“--and kids--
“and the puppy--”
“--and the damn puppy--”
--which is not housebroken--”
“which you shouldn’t be complaining about because it wasn’t your car that got peed in--”
“--I wasn’t the one who thought Frannie needed another dog, even if it is one of Dief’s kids--”
“--No, but you were the one who blew a tire on the way to the airport to pick him up from quarantine so we had to take my car--”
“--only because you made me run over crap on the shoulder--”
“--because you haven’t learned to steer under pressure--”
“You try steering with your cock down someone’s fucking larynx and see how well you steer, Stanley!”
“And it was still the best blow job you’ve ever had.” He laughed at me. I mean, yeah, it’s funny now, but still. Come to think of it, I never did pay him back for that one...
“Well, probably in the top five anyway. So yeah, come on over. Maybe we can get some of Ma’s rigatoni for lunch before the battling madonnas inhale it for breakfast.”
********
Ray made it in record time - I’d say he used his siren, but I’ve learned he always drove like that. Minutes later, he was surrounded by the Vecchio women, maternal hormones in overdrive, trying to figure out the best way to put some meat on those bones of his. I didn’t have the guts to tell them where all those calories went. He was the poster child for perpetual motion. Sometimes it made me nuts, but it definitely had its benefits.
I finally grabbed him and the rigatoni and hightailed it down to the basement. The old TV there didn’t get the best reception, and the color faded in and out, but the Cubs looked better in black and white anyway.
Being in the basement didn’t get us away from the noise. The sound of kids screaming, dogs barking, Marie who got shrill when she was carrying, Frannie who got louder, and Tony calling from the bedroom for more beer was barely muffled, even after we closed the door.
Ray stared at the ceiling. “Doesn’t all that drive you crazy?”
“That’s why I unload my gun before I get out of the car.”
He was leaning against my dad’s poker table, ankles and arms crossed. “So what’s the plan here, Ray?”
“Well, I could bend you over and fuck you stupid.”
He just stared at me, then gave the ceiling a nod. “Like that’s gonna happen.”
“Why shouldn’t it happen? We’ve done it just about everywhere else.” Sure seemed like it anyway. The precinct bathroom, his car, my car, alleys, a dark corner of a dance hall once, and let’s not forget the 294 toll way to O’Hare. It would serve the bastard right if I did.
‘Maybe, but not in your Mom’s house. I’d never be able to face her again.” He dropped his eyes, shook his head.
“She’ll never hear it. Hell, I can barely hear you with all the noise upstairs.”
“She’s a ‘MOM’, Ray. She’ll hear it, trust me.”
“And right now she’s trying to keep the rest of the crew from premature labor. Come on, where’s your sense of adventure?”
“Probably climbing up inside me along with my balls. You know how noisy I get.”
“You think I’m gonna let that keep me from sliding up that tight ass of yours? Just bite your lip.” He was fighting me, but I knew he wanted it. The bulge pushing against those tight button flys was a dead giveaway.
“And then I get to explain to your family why I’m limping around with a bleeding lip.”
I could always gag you.” I smiled as his eyes went wide. Well, thought is the mother to the action, I think Fraser said once. I set the rigatoni down on the TV, grabbed the smug bastard by his t-shirt and spun him around. Before he could even squeak, he was bent over the table and I was grinding a very impressive hardon into his denim covered ass. The t-shirt came off next and I handed it to him.
"Stuff it in your mouth if you think it will help.” He was grinding right back at me. I could tell by the flush on the back of his neck that he was as turned on as I was.
“Anyone could come down, Ray. What if--”
“Ma never comes down the basement, and the preggos aren’t allowed - the steps make Ma nervous.” I ran my tongue along the jugular and my hands across his chest. He didn’t like to admit it, but his nipples were hard-wired to his dick (there’s a reason I got the air conditioning in the Riv fixed).
“I’m gonna spread you wide open and fuck you til you scream.”
“Christ, Vecchio, you’re nuts.” True, but then who wouldn’t be with Ray Kowalski’s ass probably only three layers of fabric away. The heat was pouring off him. If he was this hot on the outside...
“Jesus --“ I’m pretty sure I set a new land speed record for button flys. It didn’t take much longer to get my cock free. And I was right about the three layers - Ray always goes commando on his days off.
“Vecchio - you can’t be serious! Your mom’s up there. Frannie’s up there!”
“This serious enough for you?” I found his cock dripping down his thigh and covered my hand with it. I’d have to be careful - come was a bitch to clean. I figured I could use it for lube.
I ran a wet finger up past his balls, across that tight little hole of his and that’s when I realized I’d been set up. The slut was already lubed. Well, fuck that, and fuck him for the maiden act. I yanked my finger out and slammed into him hard.
I just loved the groan I got in response. Damn he was tight. Even after months of screwing every chance we got, he still felt like a virgin.
You done teasing me, sweetie?” I pulled all the way out and slammed in again.
“Don’t call me sweetie!”
“I’ll call you anything I want to, sweetie, and you won’t care as long as I keep pounding in.”
“You call this pounding?” He raised his chest off the table with his arms, pushed back hard against me. “I’ve been ridden harder than this--”
“Not likely, Stanley.” I grabbed his hips and threw all my weight behind the next thrust - it lifted him off his feet and flattened him back down against the table. I liked that. I liked that a lot. So I did it again, and again.
“You’ve never been ridden this hard before - and no one else gets the chance to, hear me?” His ass was hot and tight and clenching at me. I was gonna leave bruises on his hips where my hands were holding him up off the floor. His hands clamped onto the table were the only things keeping him from falling. Well, that and my cock.
“Yeah, ride me, babe, ride my ass!” He gasped for breath, and kept trying to push back, but I had all the leverage, and I used it. At that moment, he was mine to use any way I wanted. And I wanted to spend the rest of the day buried right where I was.
Couldn’t though. Couldn’t hold back much longer. I was close, but he was closer, and I hadn’t even laid a hand on his cock since I climbed inside him.
“Ohhhh, god, faster, harder! come on!” I could feel his balls bouncing against mine as his ass contracted with each stroke. I don’t know how either of us could stand it.
"Take it," I rasped, trying to keep my voice down, "take it up that tight little ass. Take it!"
He whimpered, shuddered from head to toe, and that’s when I saw him biting down on the t-shirt. That was it for me. I stabbed into him one last time and filled his ass to overflowing. God, it was amazing coming while he muffled his cries with the shirt.
********
“You planned that.” I said after we cleaned up at the laundry’s deep sink.
He laughed at me again. Seemed like Kowalski was always laughing at me. “You need to read more of Frannie’s books, Ray. You’d be amazed at how many ways you can seduce someone.”
“You could have just asked.” I will never understand why I think I’m in control of a situation I have absolutely no control over.
“And where is the fun in that?” He looked just like like he had when we first came to the basement, except for the odd damp spots on his t-shirt.
“Is this what we have? Fun?” Hell, I didn’t know what we had. Except for the great sex.
A thump from above brought his head up and he finally met my eyes. “Fun is more than most people have. We can get to a lot of places from there.”
Note: Just for your edification... I’m figuring this one was worth a cheesecake, at least!
http://www.reallyweirdstuff.com/howmanycaloriesdoweburnduringsex.htm
“Whaddya mean you can’t come over?!” Ray was pissed, but so it goes.
“Listen, Stanley, it’s not like I got a lotta options here.”
“Of course you got options. You say ‘Sorry, Ma, I got options’ then you get in that ugly green car and get your ass over here. How hard can that be?”
“Ri-i-ight. So says the man who still has his ma doing his ironing--”
“Hey, I never asked her to. I told her not to--”
“And she does it anyway. Moms are like that, especially ours.” He was whining, but I let it slide. I wasn’t exactly thrilled either. I’d been looking forward to a Cubs game and some serious fucking, and not necessarily in that order. Made me wonder when I actually started enjoying rain delays...
“So what’s she suckered you into this time?”
“Some of a friend of a friend of a cousin of a niece of a woman that Frannie knows from Lamaze class is stopping by the house to pick up the old sleeper sofa, and you know there’s no way Ma was gonna let two pregnant ladies wrestle a couch out of the house.” Damn thing weighed a ton.
“And of course Tony has some excuse. What is it this time, his back?”
“Nah, his knee. Says he hurt it at work. And Marie is pregnant again, too.” Guess his knee didn’t hurt that much.
“You know any women who aren’t pregnant, Vecchio?”
“Don’t need to know women when I got you, Stanley.”
Call me Stanley one more time, and you won’t know me either.”
“What, you want me to call you sweetie, instead?”
“When she coming over?” Nice change of subject there, Stanley.
“Not a clue - and until she shows up I’m hiding in the basement. Frannie and Marie are in the kitchen with dueling cravings and Ma’s trying to keep them from killing each other.”
I hope you enjoy your afternoon.”
“You - ah - want to keep me company?”
“Let me get this straight. You want me to give up a Cubs game and pizza --”
“--and sex, don’t forget the sex...”
“--and sex, to come over to a house full of hormonal women--”
“--and Ma in full voice--”
“--and kids--
“and the puppy--”
“--and the damn puppy--”
--which is not housebroken--”
“which you shouldn’t be complaining about because it wasn’t your car that got peed in--”
“--I wasn’t the one who thought Frannie needed another dog, even if it is one of Dief’s kids--”
“--No, but you were the one who blew a tire on the way to the airport to pick him up from quarantine so we had to take my car--”
“--only because you made me run over crap on the shoulder--”
“--because you haven’t learned to steer under pressure--”
“You try steering with your cock down someone’s fucking larynx and see how well you steer, Stanley!”
“And it was still the best blow job you’ve ever had.” He laughed at me. I mean, yeah, it’s funny now, but still. Come to think of it, I never did pay him back for that one...
“Well, probably in the top five anyway. So yeah, come on over. Maybe we can get some of Ma’s rigatoni for lunch before the battling madonnas inhale it for breakfast.”
********
Ray made it in record time - I’d say he used his siren, but I’ve learned he always drove like that. Minutes later, he was surrounded by the Vecchio women, maternal hormones in overdrive, trying to figure out the best way to put some meat on those bones of his. I didn’t have the guts to tell them where all those calories went. He was the poster child for perpetual motion. Sometimes it made me nuts, but it definitely had its benefits.
I finally grabbed him and the rigatoni and hightailed it down to the basement. The old TV there didn’t get the best reception, and the color faded in and out, but the Cubs looked better in black and white anyway.
Being in the basement didn’t get us away from the noise. The sound of kids screaming, dogs barking, Marie who got shrill when she was carrying, Frannie who got louder, and Tony calling from the bedroom for more beer was barely muffled, even after we closed the door.
Ray stared at the ceiling. “Doesn’t all that drive you crazy?”
“That’s why I unload my gun before I get out of the car.”
He was leaning against my dad’s poker table, ankles and arms crossed. “So what’s the plan here, Ray?”
“Well, I could bend you over and fuck you stupid.”
He just stared at me, then gave the ceiling a nod. “Like that’s gonna happen.”
“Why shouldn’t it happen? We’ve done it just about everywhere else.” Sure seemed like it anyway. The precinct bathroom, his car, my car, alleys, a dark corner of a dance hall once, and let’s not forget the 294 toll way to O’Hare. It would serve the bastard right if I did.
‘Maybe, but not in your Mom’s house. I’d never be able to face her again.” He dropped his eyes, shook his head.
“She’ll never hear it. Hell, I can barely hear you with all the noise upstairs.”
“She’s a ‘MOM’, Ray. She’ll hear it, trust me.”
“And right now she’s trying to keep the rest of the crew from premature labor. Come on, where’s your sense of adventure?”
“Probably climbing up inside me along with my balls. You know how noisy I get.”
“You think I’m gonna let that keep me from sliding up that tight ass of yours? Just bite your lip.” He was fighting me, but I knew he wanted it. The bulge pushing against those tight button flys was a dead giveaway.
“And then I get to explain to your family why I’m limping around with a bleeding lip.”
I could always gag you.” I smiled as his eyes went wide. Well, thought is the mother to the action, I think Fraser said once. I set the rigatoni down on the TV, grabbed the smug bastard by his t-shirt and spun him around. Before he could even squeak, he was bent over the table and I was grinding a very impressive hardon into his denim covered ass. The t-shirt came off next and I handed it to him.
"Stuff it in your mouth if you think it will help.” He was grinding right back at me. I could tell by the flush on the back of his neck that he was as turned on as I was.
“Anyone could come down, Ray. What if--”
“Ma never comes down the basement, and the preggos aren’t allowed - the steps make Ma nervous.” I ran my tongue along the jugular and my hands across his chest. He didn’t like to admit it, but his nipples were hard-wired to his dick (there’s a reason I got the air conditioning in the Riv fixed).
“I’m gonna spread you wide open and fuck you til you scream.”
“Christ, Vecchio, you’re nuts.” True, but then who wouldn’t be with Ray Kowalski’s ass probably only three layers of fabric away. The heat was pouring off him. If he was this hot on the outside...
“Jesus --“ I’m pretty sure I set a new land speed record for button flys. It didn’t take much longer to get my cock free. And I was right about the three layers - Ray always goes commando on his days off.
“Vecchio - you can’t be serious! Your mom’s up there. Frannie’s up there!”
“This serious enough for you?” I found his cock dripping down his thigh and covered my hand with it. I’d have to be careful - come was a bitch to clean. I figured I could use it for lube.
I ran a wet finger up past his balls, across that tight little hole of his and that’s when I realized I’d been set up. The slut was already lubed. Well, fuck that, and fuck him for the maiden act. I yanked my finger out and slammed into him hard.
I just loved the groan I got in response. Damn he was tight. Even after months of screwing every chance we got, he still felt like a virgin.
You done teasing me, sweetie?” I pulled all the way out and slammed in again.
“Don’t call me sweetie!”
“I’ll call you anything I want to, sweetie, and you won’t care as long as I keep pounding in.”
“You call this pounding?” He raised his chest off the table with his arms, pushed back hard against me. “I’ve been ridden harder than this--”
“Not likely, Stanley.” I grabbed his hips and threw all my weight behind the next thrust - it lifted him off his feet and flattened him back down against the table. I liked that. I liked that a lot. So I did it again, and again.
“You’ve never been ridden this hard before - and no one else gets the chance to, hear me?” His ass was hot and tight and clenching at me. I was gonna leave bruises on his hips where my hands were holding him up off the floor. His hands clamped onto the table were the only things keeping him from falling. Well, that and my cock.
“Yeah, ride me, babe, ride my ass!” He gasped for breath, and kept trying to push back, but I had all the leverage, and I used it. At that moment, he was mine to use any way I wanted. And I wanted to spend the rest of the day buried right where I was.
Couldn’t though. Couldn’t hold back much longer. I was close, but he was closer, and I hadn’t even laid a hand on his cock since I climbed inside him.
“Ohhhh, god, faster, harder! come on!” I could feel his balls bouncing against mine as his ass contracted with each stroke. I don’t know how either of us could stand it.
"Take it," I rasped, trying to keep my voice down, "take it up that tight little ass. Take it!"
He whimpered, shuddered from head to toe, and that’s when I saw him biting down on the t-shirt. That was it for me. I stabbed into him one last time and filled his ass to overflowing. God, it was amazing coming while he muffled his cries with the shirt.
********
“You planned that.” I said after we cleaned up at the laundry’s deep sink.
He laughed at me again. Seemed like Kowalski was always laughing at me. “You need to read more of Frannie’s books, Ray. You’d be amazed at how many ways you can seduce someone.”
“You could have just asked.” I will never understand why I think I’m in control of a situation I have absolutely no control over.
“And where is the fun in that?” He looked just like like he had when we first came to the basement, except for the odd damp spots on his t-shirt.
“Is this what we have? Fun?” Hell, I didn’t know what we had. Except for the great sex.
A thump from above brought his head up and he finally met my eyes. “Fun is more than most people have. We can get to a lot of places from there.”
Note: Just for your edification... I’m figuring this one was worth a cheesecake, at least!
http://www.reallyweirdstuff.com/howmanycaloriesdoweburnduringsex.htm
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Date: 2004-05-08 04:33 am (UTC)Oh, god. I'm starting to like Ray/Ray. Is there a support group for that? :D
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Date: 2004-05-08 07:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-08 07:32 am (UTC)Lalalala IcantHEARyou...!
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Date: 2004-05-08 07:48 am (UTC)Now look where I am! I've developed kinks for canoes, panty hose, Krispy Kremes, Journey, hand-holding, Dead!Bob, gay turtle sex, and Ray/Ray.
You people are worse than the Borg!
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Date: 2004-05-08 07:58 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-05-08 05:04 am (UTC)Whew! No kidding. I think I burned off at least a slice just reading it. :g:
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Date: 2004-05-08 07:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-08 05:23 am (UTC)Love love love love this.
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Date: 2004-05-08 07:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-08 07:02 am (UTC)Dear god. I love you people. A whole, whole lot. Thank you so freaking much for writing this - it was perfect. I just love how you write the Vecchio clan - you do it so well, we don't even see them, we don't have to, it's wonderful.
And the snark! Man, you bring good snark! In-the-car blowjobs, Ray going commando, bent-over-the-table sex, god, god, this was wonderful stuff! I'm so damn happy right now!
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Date: 2004-05-08 07:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-08 09:53 am (UTC)What a *perfect* last line. Wow! I love the idea that there's more here than a hot fuck in the basement, as excellent as that was.*g*
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Date: 2004-05-08 10:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-09 12:14 am (UTC)“Is this what we have? Fun?” Hell, I didn’t know what we had. Except for the great sex.
Oooh, nice Vecchio, there. Really nice.
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Date: 2004-05-09 07:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-10 11:57 am (UTC)Best. Line. Ever.
Love this!
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Date: 2004-05-10 02:57 pm (UTC)Ches
wandering off to reminisce...
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Date: 2004-05-14 11:42 am (UTC)I've always had a fondness for Ray/Ray smutlets, but I really got enough of it for a lifetime during this challenge. So I thought I was sick of Ray/Ray - and maybe I am, but this fic is obviously an exception, because I just re-read it and absolutely loved it, as much as I had the first time around. The sex is as hot as it comes and so in-character, the banter and comeptitiveness are fantastic and again, totally in-character, and I love the feeling beneath it all, too - it somehow manages to be sweet even though there isn't an iota of sugar or schmoop in it anywhere, and for me that is the highest possible praise and truly an accomplishment.
Really, a wonderful, wonderful job - I loved it on first reading and loved it still when I read it again! And the smut - it's fantastic!
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Date: 2004-05-14 04:19 pm (UTC)I probably won't do much Ray/Ray - I'm a RayK/Fraser kind o' gal, but I wanted to at least try. Strangely enough, the smut was easier to write with these two. I think it's the dialog. Somehow I can't hear Fraser saying "Fuck" let alone, "Pound it into me, Ray!" But these two, I bet they wouldn't shut up at all if their mouths weren't involved with something else.
Thanks for taking the time to comment. I really appreciate it!
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Date: 2004-05-14 08:13 pm (UTC)LOL! Yes, I'm totally with you on that. A number of the writers I chat with and/or beta for, like
Yeehah!
Date: 2004-05-14 04:43 pm (UTC)What a great way to end a great week - an all clear from the eye surgeon, new job going brilliantly, and I made someone's rec page!
::happy dance, happy dance::
Re: Yeehah!
Date: 2004-05-14 08:08 pm (UTC)And I tend to use "rec'ed" as the past tense for rec, but truly I have no idea!
Glad to be part of your great week :-)