Just like this.

[thete1.livejournal.com]

With thanks to Queen Cesca for beta.



Ray didn't think it would be like this. Which, as far as he's concerned, is better proof than anyone could ask for of why he shouldn't be allowed to think without a chaperone. Not that he'll admit that anywhere Fraser can hear, but still.

Because really, it's not like he and Fraser hadn't been fighting like cats in a sack since they *met*. There was even a rhythm to it (one of many reasons he'd stayed around *to* fight with the contrary sonofabitch): talk, talk, snark, talk, snark, insult, fight.

Like clockwork, so that most days they never even paused what they were doing to fight, just kept right on driving, or handcuffing perps, or eating lunch, while ripping each other new ones. Jesus.

But he'd really, truly thought they'd do a little better once they started fucking.

It made sense, though. All that energy. If they burned it off fucking at night, then surely...

Surely they'd be a calmer, more functional unit -- and it *kills* him that he'd actually managed to think that with a straight face, because he sure as hell can't get through the thought *now* without laughing.

"Ray."

Very pissy, but not loud. Had to be the third 'Ray,' maybe the fourth.

"*Ray*."

Louder, and Ray taps his fingers to the beat of the random incomprehensible salsa coming from the radio. He probably shouldn't enjoy himself this much.

"Are you listening to me? *Ray*!"

Don't smile, don't smile, wait for it...

"Ray --"

"*What*?" Just in time for the red light, and Ray swivels his head in that slow, sliding, bratty way that he *knows* makes Fraser --

Get just a little pink. "You weren't listening to a word I was saying," Fraser says, with a strange sort of triumph.

Ray smiles his wettest, nastiest smile. "What are you gonna do about it, Benton?"

Fraser's lip curls in that way it does, and Fraser's eyes glitter in that way *they* do, and all of it outshines even that perfect row of perfectly gleaming buttons. It's a look Ray knows well, the way his body knows the lowering of barometric pressure and the smell of ozone.

Oh yeah. It's that kind of day. And if he's reading *this* weather correctly, there'll be split-lips and dick sucking by... five-thirty.

Six, if Fraser gets verbose.

Ray kinda hopes Fraser gets verbose.

He suspects that's what makes it love.

At the green, Ray leaves a trail of rubber and *feels* Fraser tighten up at the waste of it. He grins, hard and real, at the thought of loosening him up all over again.

Yeah, it's love.

Comments

[bethbethbeth.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah. It's that kind of day. And if he's reading *this* weather correctly, there'll be split-lips and dick sucking by... five-thirty.

Six, if Fraser gets verbose.

Ray kinda hopes Fraser gets verbose.

He suspects that's what makes it love.

Very, very groovy, Te! All bitchy and pissy and...romantic. *g*

-Beth

[thete1.livejournal.com]

I have a schmoopy soul. *g*

[planetalyx.livejournal.com]

That is so sweet I could develop insulin poisoning. You know, the happy kind?

[thete1.livejournal.com]

*ha* Their love is *pure*

[helvirago]

He grins, hard and real, at the thought of loosening him up all over again.

Oh yeah, baby. That's what makes them so Hard Core Love.

Hey, how long's it been since you wrote one of these? Regardless, welcome! And thanks... this is the smirky Ray I love. The one that brings out the smirky Fraser.

[thete1.livejournal.com]

*grins* I don't think I ever entirely left Due South fandom. I just kind of went on hiatus. Technically, I'm still on hiatus, but Ces is Pimp Daddy Number One. *g*

[thete1.livejournal.com]

*heee* Yeah. There's always one couple who makes no sense to anyone but themselves.

[lamardeuse.livejournal.com]

Oh. Oh my.

"But he'd really, truly thought they'd do a little better once they started fucking."

I love your snarky, sexy Ray, striking sparks off of snarky, sexy Fraser. Fabulous give-and-take, which was always what made these boys sizzle.

Glad you got it in under the wire!

[thete1.livejournal.com]

*beam* Thanks! Snarky boys *are* the sexiest boys, I think. Something about brattiness really just... *does* it for me.

[kassrachel.livejournal.com]

Whoooo!

That was delicious and spot-on; thank you for posting.

Mmm. I love it when the boys get snarky.

[thete1.livejournal.com]

Thank *you*. And yeah, snark is just one of the great, unsung aphrodesiacs.

[lynnmonster.livejournal.com]

...so that most days they never even paused what they were doing to fight, just kept right on driving, or handcuffing perps, or eating lunch, while ripping each other new ones. Jesus.

"Jesus," indeed! I love the two of them like this. Sigh. Swoon.

[thete1.livejournal.com]

*swoons with you*

[laurakaye.livejournal.com]

this story makes *me* feel a strange sort of triumph, too. Hooooooray!

[thete1.livejournal.com]

*beam*