"Stuff Fraser Carries" challenge

[sam80853.livejournal.com]

I'm a little nervous here 'cause it's my first one... Not really my first one but... anyway... Hopefully it'll work for you.

 

The Pen Is Mightier Than…
By Sam80853
 
 
I'm sittin' at my desk typing my report which is worse enough 'cause I'm doing like one freakin' word per minute and Fraser who would be able to type that damn report in no time 'cause he's some kind of dream secretary is just sitting in front of me. But he's writing his own thing right now, driving me nuts with that scratching noise he's making with his pen.
 
Fortunately Fraser isn't a guy who would put the pen in his mouth (like I often do – ya, I'm a nervous wreck) to suck on it or somethin'. I wouldn't just be annoyed but turned on like hell by that.
 
Fraser's head is bent down in concentration as I growl at him.
 
"That's one deadly weapon you've got there, Frase."
 
"The pen is mightier than the sword," he tells me with that serious look upon his face. And he knows I didn't mean it like that but he has to go all-symbolic on me. That's Fraser. I'm talking about cutting a throat with that thing in his hand and he comes running with stuff like that.
 
"You really believe that?"
 
"Yes Ray, I do." And I know he means it, Fraser really believes in stuff like that. No doubt about it.
 
I sit back in my chair again, watching him write and I admire him for his view of the world.
 
How can he still believe that he can make a difference? Of all people Fraser has seen enough ugly shit to scream out in protest but it seems like all this violence and dirt never catches up with him. Like he's floating above all that stuff, stayin' clean and innocent.
 
Me? I'm all over it. I'm just tryin' to get through the day, getting' some perps off the street and not thinkin' about what happens next too much. At least I used to do. 'cause since I'm working with Fraser… I dunno… He still fights for his ideals, never givin' up when everybody else thinks it's not worth it. Like when he brought Warfield to justice for slapping a boy in the face. Getting' all beaten up himself.
 
I sigh in my chair still looking at Fraser's bent head.
 
Damn, he is so beautiful!
 
Not just the outside which is quite obvious but inside as well, even more so.
 
I sigh again, I don't want to think about Fraser being beautiful and all. It's dangerous 'cause thinking like that leads to wanting to touch, to taste him and out of all innocence there is no way I could make him believe that touching and tasting him is something we Americans do. Believe me if I could get away with it I would do it!
 
How did I get from a pen to tasting Fraser anyway?
 
"C'mon, Fraser-buddy. Let's get out of here." I push aside my unfinished report and get up, looking impatiently down on him.
 
"But Ray, Lt. Welsh…," he points at my report, not believing I would just walk out of here without finishing it.
 
"C'mon!" I'm slightly bouncing up and down in front of him now.
 
Often I don't really know what to do with all my energy. Must have driven my parents nuts when I was a kid.
 
Fraser is looking at me now with an intensity I can't resist and a huge smile crosses my lips and my voice goes all soft.
 
"You can fight in the morning!"
 
"Alright, Ray," he says, standing up. "It was quite a long but fruitful day."
 
"Right you are, Fraser-buddy," and I'm outside with him and Diefenbaker right on my heels, leading us to the GOAT. "Dinner is on me," I tell him and instantly know that he would argue about it and he does right away.
 
"That's really not necessary, Ray. In fact I'm earning money even if it's funny looking like you used to express more than once but…"
 
"I know you do but I'm paying anyway. So get in the car and shut up!" I cut him off but smile at him and he knows I'm not angry or anythin'. It's just the way we talk to each other.
 
"Understood."
 
Fraser holds the seat for Dief to get into the backseat and gets in the car himself, holding his hat in his lap watching me drive like he wants the wheel himself. And there is really no way I would let him drive my GOAT.
 
Okay, maybe if there would be an emergency or if he would ask really nice but… You've seen him driving? I can tell yer it's no fun.
 
I'm pounding against the wheel catching his glance now and then and I'm going all warm inside. I know what it feels like being watched by Fraser like he wants to tell you some ridiculous Inuit story or somethin' like that. And it's not that look.
 
"You alright?"
 
"I'm quite fine, Ray. Thank you!" He looks straight ahead now.
 
Ahh… the polite thing but I've got no time to think about it 'cause there we are right in front of our favourite Chinese restaurant.
 
"The usual, right?" I ask but don't wait for his answer.
 
I'm out of the car and back in what seems like a second. They knew we were coming, we're just so predictable. It's Wednesday and on Wednesdays we eat Chinese.
 
It's kind of quiet on our way to my apartment just Dief in the backseat trying to get some attention. And it's alright. It's not uncomfortable or anythin'. We can do quiet.
 
~::~::~
 
We're sittin' on my couch, eating and I can't stop looking at Fraser.
 
I think about that look he gave me in the car and I'm almost certain that he wanted to tell me something really important but chickened out.
 
My heart starts pounding fast, watching him eat. All concentrated, his head slightly bent over his plate. His strong hands… I swallow, thinking how those hands would feel on my body.
 
Stop it!
 
I try to look away but can't.
 
It's getting uncomfortable in my tight jeans and suddenly it's too hot in my apartment.
 
I shake my head.
 
He doesn't even know what he's doing to me, he's just sittin' by my side eating and I'm longing for his touch, his taste like a horny teenager. But I'm no teenager anymore but an almost 40 year old male who's in love with Benton Fraser.
 
I can almost watch myself reaching out for him and when I touch his warm soft skin I can't help but whispering.
 
"You're beautiful."
 
And he looks up at me not even surprised but relieved somehow.
 
He lets go of his plate, looking in my eyes and I can see my own feelings in there.
 
"Thank you, Ray!" He whispers and I don't know if he is thanking me for telling him he 's beautiful or for touching him but it isn't really important 'cause his hands are on my face now.
 
His thumps run over my cheeks and I'm shivering. My whole body is on fire in a second and he has just touched my face. What's going to happen when he starts kissing me? Which I'm going to find out just now 'cause one of his hands is on my neck, pulling me closer.
 
"You're the one who's beautiful," he tells me and then kisses me, sweet and gentle.
 
I can't think straight anymore with his lips on mine. My blood runs south and I moan when his lips part and our tongues start a happy dance.
 
One of his hands cup my jaw while the other grips my thigh. Shivers run up and down my body and I have to hold on to him hard to believe that he is really here, touching me.
 
"Please, Ray." Fraser whispers between kisses. "Touch me, please!"
 
And I realise that I'm just stretched out on my back with Fraser on top of me, holding his serge in a deadly grip.
 
I would smile about that if this wouldn't be so damn serious. Buttons, there are buttons somewhere on Fraser's serge and I start fighting to get them off.
 
Finally I can feel his skin under my hands and I sigh happily, running my hands up and down his back.
 
"Thank you!" Fraser whispers again, nuzzling my neck now and my eyes water. No way I'm gonna cry here, no way. But he is so damn sweet and beautiful I almost can't help it.
 
I start thrusting against his hips instead and he moans, kissing me again.
 
Fraser's hot, strong hands starts skimming along my rib cage now and I'm gaspin' for air. I'm close to coming, right here in my pants. Without Fraser's hand on my dick or even under my waistband.
 
I'm fighting for control but I can feel I'm not gonna win this battle and when Fraser finally reaches my waistband and asks for permission to go further I'm coming all over myself like a teenager.
 
Fraser holds and kisses me through my aftershock and than looks at me with amazement like he can't believe that he had made me come in my pants and I start chuckling softly.
 
"Look, what you've done to me," I accuse him smiling, caressing his flushed face with my thumb.
 
He goes pink and I can't believe that he did this to me and is still able to blush like that.
 
"Looks like I'm gonna have to keep you now," I whisper and he gets all serious, looking into my eyes and suddenly starts smiling.
 
Shit, he should get a permit for that smile.
 
"I would like that, Ray," he says and kisses me softly.
 
"Hmm…hmm…" I agree and take his hand in mine, getting' him up from my couch and into my bedroom.
 
Ya, I'm definitely gonna keep him!
 
 
 
The End

Got the line from "Indiana Jones" even I know some wiser man than Marcus Brody brought it up.

Thanx to my dearest friend stormymouse for beta!

Comments

first?

[themoo37.livejournal.com]

Well you've posted many fics so this must be some other kind of first, hee hee. I don't think I've done any with you that had the word "dick". One thing: "worse" is wrongly used at the beginning.

Re: first?

[stormymouse.livejournal.com]

GAH! what kind of beta am i?! that totally slipped my mind which is BAD enough! ::grins::

Re: first?

[sam80853.livejournal.com]

C'mon, you're great and I kind of rushed you!

Re: first?

[themoo37.livejournal.com]

No big. I once got into a lot of trouble on a list for correcting the grammar of someone. Sigh. I never learn.

Re: first?

[sam80853.livejournal.com]

Yeah, some other kind of first ::giggle:: and you're right I never used THAT word before.

[akite.livejournal.com]

The worse enough thing didn't even make me blink. I thought it was a Ray thing. When you're doing dialog in character, the grammar rules go out the window, IMO. I was too busy reading the nice and hot story to worry about it. :g:

[sam80853.livejournal.com]

I wanted it to be hot... and nice as well... I've got both from you. THANK YOU!

[one-traveller.livejournal.com]

"Looks like I'm gonna have to keep you now."

Yes, keep him! Love this, very cool.

-Cyn

[sam80853.livejournal.com]

Thank you kindly!

Who would not want to keep that guy?!

[whitepuppy.livejournal.com]

Oh, this was terrific!... I especially liked:"Please, Ray." Fraser whispers between kisses. "Touch me, please!"

I'm just going to turn on the a/c...Thank you!

[sam80853.livejournal.com]

Thank you very much whitepuppy!
Hope you're not going cold with your a/c turned on:)