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brooklinegirl's birthday.
Er. Hello. it's the Slasher Formerly Known as Byob! For reasons that don't need exploring at this juncture, I will now be writing under this name. *g*
Here's my entry into the Public Sex challenge, written for my dearestbrooklinegirl.
Jesus. This morning, Ray lost Stella. And now, if he didn’t watch himself, he was going to get on his knees and blow Stanley fucking Kowalski right here in this nasty bathroom. This was turning out to be one goddamned peach of a day.
>>
Earlier
Ray Vecchio was nobody in this bar. But there were enough mooks who recognized Armando Langoustini that he got a bottle of Scotch and a corner table without any hassle. He had been there for about an hour, drinking steadily, when Kowalski came in.
“Vecchio! What the fuck did you do to my wife?”
Ray turned and signaled for the mooks to step back. This was private.
Kowalski didn’t even bother with talking; he just tossed one of the chairs aside and swung at Ray. His fist connected with a thud, rattling Ray’s teeth and blanking out the bar for a few welcome seconds. Ray figured he deserved that. Shit, he probably deserved more than that, but he wasn’t about to let Stanley kick his ass in a bar fight, for Christ’s sake.
He braced himself against the wall with one hand and held up the other. “Kowalski, liste –“
“I’m not listening to shit! I saw the bruise, asshole.” Kowalski grabbed his collar. “Tell. Me.”
“Not. Here.”
Ray tossed the bartender a fifty, gave him a nod, and sauntered into the bathroom. Kowalski followed, rolling his shoulders and fidgeting in his pocket. Jesus, how did this guy get to be an undercover cop without learning how to play it cool?
He turned around. “Kowalski, it was an accident.”
“How does your fist accidentally connect with my wife’s face? Let me tell you –“ He strode forward and shoved Ray up against the wall. “The only reason you’re still alive is because Fraser trusts you.”
Ray smirked. “Speaking of wives.”
“Fuck. Off.”
“Hey, I just report the rumors, I don’t make ‘em up.”
Kowalski twitched back, like maybe he was going to throw another punch, then surged forward again, pointing his finger in Ray’s face. “Well, that’s what it is. A fucking rumor, unlike the fucking bruise on Stella’s face. Now, explain.”
Ray sighed. He wasn’t nearly drunk enough to have this conversation. “She surprised me, okay?”
“Remind me to never throw you a birthday party. What the fuck—“
“Will you shut the fuck up for a second? I was sleeping. She tried to wake me up. She fucking startled me.”
“Yeah, well I don’t –“
“Jesus, are you dumb as well as deaf?” Ray leaned casually against the wall and straightened his cuffs. “So, how was it being me? Pretty sweet assignment.”
“Yeah, you’re a fucking prince.”
“Beautiful car, nice family, good boss, a pay raise, the Mountie…”
Kowalski had the balls to snort, like Benny wasn’t the best damned thing to happen to him. “Yeah, and you got to live the high life in Vegas.”
Ray tensed. “Yeah, the high life. That’s right, Stanley.” He shook off the sudden chill and grinned. “Fancy cars, Champagne, people who try and kill you in your sleep. Granted, those people talked in full sentences and knew how to dress…”
“What is this, some kind of dick-measuring contest?” Kowalski growled.
They stared at each other for a long moment, eye-to-eye, Ray-to-fucking-Ray.
“Cause I think I’ve got you beat.” Kowalski offered; with a grin that made him look ten years younger, gone as soon as it appeared.
Ray shook his head. Oh, please.
Kowalski cocked his head to one side. “You don’t think so?” He grabbed Ray’s hand and pressed it against the front of his jeans.
Ray froze. Kowalski was hot, hard, and if he had to admit it, (which he would not) pretty damned sizeable.
The moment hung there, both of them waiting to see what Ray would do. He couldn’t hear the noise from the bar anymore, just their rasping breaths echoing around the bathroom.
Ray hooked his fingers over the top of Kowalski’s jeans and pulled him forward suddenly. He was a graceful little bastard though, and stepped forward in one smooth move, trapping Ray’s hand between them. Ray shifted his stance a little wider and bucked forward. Jesus, this isn’t happening.
There were a few moments of fumbling where Ray worked his hand down into Kowalski’s jeans. He wrestled with the buttons and tried not to think about the strong hands skimming his back and brushing across the front of his pants. He finally got in and gripped Kowalski’s cock, feeling the hard length jump and strain behind the damp cotton. Tighty whities? Damn, this guy had no fuckin’ class.
That was his last thought for a while, because Kowalski had worked his hand into Ray’s pants and past the opening of his boxers and was jacking him fast and sure. Ray bit his lip to keep from moaning and shoved Kowalski’s underwear down further. He finally got hold of his slick cock and slid his hand up and down the length, tight and slow.
Ray leaned back against the bathroom wall and bit his lip. He was starting to sweat. He could feel his mouth watering and his knees went soft. Oh God, Ray wanted to suck him off. Shit, he had already given this guy everything, everything, and now this too…
In the split second before Ray dropped to his knees and ruined yet another goddamned suit, Kowalski clapped a hand over his mouth and pinned him to the wall.
“Do you ever shut up?”
Ray hadn’t realized he was moaning. He responded by licking slowly up the inside of Kowalski’s palm.
Kowalski shivered. “Just keep quiet.” And then he dropped to his knees and dove in for Ray’s cock.
Ray clamped his mouth shut and gripped the sink with one hand and the back of Stanley’s – no, Ray, he goes by Ray’s – head. Ray fucked his mouth for a few sweet seconds before his hand was slapped away.
“I’m not your bitch, Vecchio.”
It didn’t matter, because as soon as he brought his hot mouth back to Ray’s cock, Ray forgot everything except biting his lip and coming, shaking, moaning, until he was spent and gasping against the cold tile wall.
Kowalski got up and smirked. “Knew you couldn’t keep quiet.”
“Fuck off, Stanley.” Ray was too spent to put any heat behind it.
Kowalski crossed his arms and stared at a point just behind Ray’s shoulder. “Listen …Stella gets the cop thing, the bad dreams. Buy her flowers or something.”
“I was thinking jewelry myself.”
“Yeah, that’s probably why she’s with you and not me.” Kowalski shrugged. “See you around, Vecchio.”
“Yeah, see ya.”
Ray washed his hands and straightened his tie. It was time to go win back his woman.
His woman.
.
Eeek! Edited to add thatestrella30 Did a fantastic job betaing this! Thank you, hon!
brooklinegirl's birthday.Er. Hello. it's the Slasher Formerly Known as Byob! For reasons that don't need exploring at this juncture, I will now be writing under this name. *g*
Here's my entry into the Public Sex challenge, written for my dearest
brooklinegirl.Jesus. This morning, Ray lost Stella. And now, if he didn’t watch himself, he was going to get on his knees and blow Stanley fucking Kowalski right here in this nasty bathroom. This was turning out to be one goddamned peach of a day.
>>
Earlier
Ray Vecchio was nobody in this bar. But there were enough mooks who recognized Armando Langoustini that he got a bottle of Scotch and a corner table without any hassle. He had been there for about an hour, drinking steadily, when Kowalski came in.
“Vecchio! What the fuck did you do to my wife?”
Ray turned and signaled for the mooks to step back. This was private.
Kowalski didn’t even bother with talking; he just tossed one of the chairs aside and swung at Ray. His fist connected with a thud, rattling Ray’s teeth and blanking out the bar for a few welcome seconds. Ray figured he deserved that. Shit, he probably deserved more than that, but he wasn’t about to let Stanley kick his ass in a bar fight, for Christ’s sake.
He braced himself against the wall with one hand and held up the other. “Kowalski, liste –“
“I’m not listening to shit! I saw the bruise, asshole.” Kowalski grabbed his collar. “Tell. Me.”
“Not. Here.”
Ray tossed the bartender a fifty, gave him a nod, and sauntered into the bathroom. Kowalski followed, rolling his shoulders and fidgeting in his pocket. Jesus, how did this guy get to be an undercover cop without learning how to play it cool?
He turned around. “Kowalski, it was an accident.”
“How does your fist accidentally connect with my wife’s face? Let me tell you –“ He strode forward and shoved Ray up against the wall. “The only reason you’re still alive is because Fraser trusts you.”
Ray smirked. “Speaking of wives.”
“Fuck. Off.”
“Hey, I just report the rumors, I don’t make ‘em up.”
Kowalski twitched back, like maybe he was going to throw another punch, then surged forward again, pointing his finger in Ray’s face. “Well, that’s what it is. A fucking rumor, unlike the fucking bruise on Stella’s face. Now, explain.”
Ray sighed. He wasn’t nearly drunk enough to have this conversation. “She surprised me, okay?”
“Remind me to never throw you a birthday party. What the fuck—“
“Will you shut the fuck up for a second? I was sleeping. She tried to wake me up. She fucking startled me.”
“Yeah, well I don’t –“
“Jesus, are you dumb as well as deaf?” Ray leaned casually against the wall and straightened his cuffs. “So, how was it being me? Pretty sweet assignment.”
“Yeah, you’re a fucking prince.”
“Beautiful car, nice family, good boss, a pay raise, the Mountie…”
Kowalski had the balls to snort, like Benny wasn’t the best damned thing to happen to him. “Yeah, and you got to live the high life in Vegas.”
Ray tensed. “Yeah, the high life. That’s right, Stanley.” He shook off the sudden chill and grinned. “Fancy cars, Champagne, people who try and kill you in your sleep. Granted, those people talked in full sentences and knew how to dress…”
“What is this, some kind of dick-measuring contest?” Kowalski growled.
They stared at each other for a long moment, eye-to-eye, Ray-to-fucking-Ray.
“Cause I think I’ve got you beat.” Kowalski offered; with a grin that made him look ten years younger, gone as soon as it appeared.
Ray shook his head. Oh, please.
Kowalski cocked his head to one side. “You don’t think so?” He grabbed Ray’s hand and pressed it against the front of his jeans.
Ray froze. Kowalski was hot, hard, and if he had to admit it, (which he would not) pretty damned sizeable.
The moment hung there, both of them waiting to see what Ray would do. He couldn’t hear the noise from the bar anymore, just their rasping breaths echoing around the bathroom.
Ray hooked his fingers over the top of Kowalski’s jeans and pulled him forward suddenly. He was a graceful little bastard though, and stepped forward in one smooth move, trapping Ray’s hand between them. Ray shifted his stance a little wider and bucked forward. Jesus, this isn’t happening.
There were a few moments of fumbling where Ray worked his hand down into Kowalski’s jeans. He wrestled with the buttons and tried not to think about the strong hands skimming his back and brushing across the front of his pants. He finally got in and gripped Kowalski’s cock, feeling the hard length jump and strain behind the damp cotton. Tighty whities? Damn, this guy had no fuckin’ class.
That was his last thought for a while, because Kowalski had worked his hand into Ray’s pants and past the opening of his boxers and was jacking him fast and sure. Ray bit his lip to keep from moaning and shoved Kowalski’s underwear down further. He finally got hold of his slick cock and slid his hand up and down the length, tight and slow.
Ray leaned back against the bathroom wall and bit his lip. He was starting to sweat. He could feel his mouth watering and his knees went soft. Oh God, Ray wanted to suck him off. Shit, he had already given this guy everything, everything, and now this too…
In the split second before Ray dropped to his knees and ruined yet another goddamned suit, Kowalski clapped a hand over his mouth and pinned him to the wall.
“Do you ever shut up?”
Ray hadn’t realized he was moaning. He responded by licking slowly up the inside of Kowalski’s palm.
Kowalski shivered. “Just keep quiet.” And then he dropped to his knees and dove in for Ray’s cock.
Ray clamped his mouth shut and gripped the sink with one hand and the back of Stanley’s – no, Ray, he goes by Ray’s – head. Ray fucked his mouth for a few sweet seconds before his hand was slapped away.
“I’m not your bitch, Vecchio.”
It didn’t matter, because as soon as he brought his hot mouth back to Ray’s cock, Ray forgot everything except biting his lip and coming, shaking, moaning, until he was spent and gasping against the cold tile wall.
Kowalski got up and smirked. “Knew you couldn’t keep quiet.”
“Fuck off, Stanley.” Ray was too spent to put any heat behind it.
Kowalski crossed his arms and stared at a point just behind Ray’s shoulder. “Listen …Stella gets the cop thing, the bad dreams. Buy her flowers or something.”
“I was thinking jewelry myself.”
“Yeah, that’s probably why she’s with you and not me.” Kowalski shrugged. “See you around, Vecchio.”
“Yeah, see ya.”
Ray washed his hands and straightened his tie. It was time to go win back his woman.
His woman.
.
Eeek! Edited to add that
estrella30 Did a fantastic job betaing this! Thank you, hon!
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Date: 2004-05-10 11:50 am (UTC)You already know how much I love this, but I'll say it again:
I.
Love.
This.
:smooches you:
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Date: 2004-05-11 07:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-10 12:00 pm (UTC):fails::
Dear lord. I'm sort of just sitting here in stunned amazement. I'll have you know, I read this twice. In a row. Immediately. Because it's just the hottest, most desperate, most real thing. I - okay, guh.
:deep breath:
Let's try to be coherant, shall we? Okay. All right. Man. This is - this works for me on a number of levels. You made this work. The aspect, with knowing this is nothing more than bathroom sex? That Vecchio is of course going to get Stella back, and Kowalski helps him? It's just - it's not an AU! It's how something like this would happen. It's wonderful.
The whole set-up was *fabulous*, the snark was *dead on*, but it was here:
They stared at each other for a long moment, eye-to-eye, Ray-to-fucking-Ray.
That you had me HOOKED. Guh.
I loved this description a whole hell of a lot:
a grin that made him look ten years younger, gone as soon as it appeared.
because I know JUST the grin you're talking about.
Ray hooked his fingers over the top of Kowalski’s jeans and pulled him forward suddenly. He was a graceful little bastard though, and stepped forward in one smooth move, trapping Ray’s hand between them. Ray shifted his stance a little wider and bucked forward. Jesus, this isn’t happening.
:whimpers happily: Oh god, yes, it is, and it's fucking HOT. Dear GOD, I love this mental image so freaking much. And god, this:
Ray leaned back against the bathroom wall and bit his lip. He was starting to sweat. He could feel his mouth watering and his knees went soft. Oh God, Ray wanted to suck him off. Shit, he had already given this guy everything, everything, and now this too…
I just love the MOTIVATION here. I just love this NEED, not even desire, just sheer, animal NEED here, that Vecchio gonna get on his knees whether he wants to or not. Only god, GOD, I love that Kowalski goes for it first. And here:
It didn’t matter, because as soon as he brought his hot mouth back to Ray’s cock, Ray forgot everything except biting his lip and coming, shaking, moaning, until he was spent and gasping against the cold tile wall.
::fans self and looks around to make sure no one notices her panting::
They are so. Damn. Hot together. Seriously. I'm in HEAVEN here.
I love you! So much! Thank you for this - it is JUST what I wanted. Perfection. Loveliness. I know you suffered like hell to write this and I (and, um, I'm sure Ray and Ray) appreciate it a whole lot. A whole whole lot. Yes. ::nodsnods::
::Tries to be strong::
::Fails::
::Goes to re-read::
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Date: 2004-05-11 07:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-10 12:44 pm (UTC)Okay, I was actually a little disappointed that Vecchio went back to Stella. But this really does work, as BLG said. And this probably isn't the end of things. I can see this as a single incident in a complex, confusing time. Who knows what'll happen the next time they see each other, the next time Ray and Stella get into it, whatever.
Very, very hot, m'dear. Go you!
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Date: 2004-05-11 07:29 am (UTC)Heh. or that could just be me.
Thank you!
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Date: 2004-05-10 03:06 pm (UTC)Seriously, I found this disturbingly entertaining. It isn't that I didn't like it, because I definitely did, but I'm a little wibbly about it. I can't explain it any better than that.
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Date: 2004-05-11 07:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-10 03:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-11 07:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-10 03:50 pm (UTC)Oh, too real, too hot, too hard and fast and right in that wrong so wrong way.
Really just amazing.
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Date: 2004-05-11 07:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-10 04:12 pm (UTC)::loves::
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Date: 2004-05-11 07:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-10 04:18 pm (UTC):::deep breath:::
Um. Yeah. Okay.
Work now.
:::re-reads fanning face:::
Wow.
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Date: 2004-05-11 07:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-13 12:06 am (UTC)Tighty whities? Damn, this guy had no fuckin’ class.
That's a great line--so RayV to be thinking fashion while in the middle of sex.
This was hothothot, and I think I like best that Ray is resolved to get Stella back.
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Date: 2004-05-13 07:45 pm (UTC)