Naked Without Sex challenge - by estrella
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ds_flashfictionHey there! 997 words of nearly naked Ray/Ray for my darling ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
brooklinegirl who's having a bitch of a day today. Love roooooooo.
Special thanks tocalathea who did an awesome, awesome, beta job, on this mildy porny, only technically half naked, little fic. Thank you, dear!
Drip Dry
The warehouse is dark, and smells like mold and dust and Ray's old gym locker from high school. Ray can hear the faint murmur of voices outside on the dock, and he taps his foot and waits for Kowalski to finish drying himself off so they can get the hell out of there for the night. The bust went down almost exactly as planned, and right now Huey and Welsh and a whole shit-load of other guys from the 2-7 Ray can't even name are out there, reading the Morano family their rights before transporting them all to the station.
"Vecchio, you toss me that towel?" Kowalski asks from his seat on a wooden crate. Vecchio grabs the small towel he had found in one of the supply closets, and tosses it at Kowalski's head.
"Can you tell me how - exactly - you wound up in the water out there?" Ray asks. Kowalski shrugs and drapes the towel over his head, rubbing his hair vigorously.
"I already told you," Kowalski says, but his voice is muffled and Ray can barely make out the words. "Trust me, Vecchio. You do not want to know."
Ray crosses his arms over his chest and leans back against the wall. Kowalski's probably right. The one thing he knows for certain is that he isn't in the mood for another one of Kowalski's dumb-ass explanations.
"I was in the car with Huey, watching the building," Kowalski starts saying. And thanks so much for not giving me all the details, Ray thinks to himself meanly. "And we heard something outside of the car. So I get out..."
Ray's barely paying attention though, just letting the sound of Kowalski's voice wash over him as he narrows his eyes, watching Kowalski, who's still sitting on that stupid crate, drying his hair.
Kowalski's jeans are wet and sticking to his skinny legs, and his shirt is lying in a heap on the floor. His skin is pale and looks soft from where Ray is standing, and Ray curls his hands into fists to keep from going over there and touching him - not knowing why the fuck he even wants to.
"...so then I'm running across the dock, and Johnny The Fish Morano yells out, 'Cop!', so I turn..."
It's not as if Ray's ever thought about it. About him and Kowalski. Because he hasn't. Just because he knows Kowalski how Kowalski is, knows about the things Kowalski's done, doesn't necessarily mean Ray wants any part of that. Ray heard what everyone said when Kowalski stayed up in Canada with Fraser, and he heard them again when Kowalski came back. Ray had pretty much heard enough.
"...and I'm in the water, I got my arms around Johnny's neck, right? But then I can hear fucking gunshots..."
Kowalski is hunched over, still drying that stupid dyed blond mop of his, and Ray closes his eyes and can see the smooth bend of Kowalski's spine - the faint lines of his ribs and the muscles in his back. Kowalski's jeans are open - just the top button popped - but that's enough that Ray can see the grey elastic of Kowalski's briefs, and he wonders if Kowalski's skin would be cold if he touched it.
Ray doesn't even realize he's doing it, but then he's crossing the room, grabbing Kowalski by the arms, and hauling him to his feet. Kowalski's eyes widen and he drops the towel on the ground. "Vecchio, what the fuck-"
And Ray is pushing him - pushing his back against the wall, filling his hands with that cold, damp skin. Kowalski isn't moving under him - he's perfectly fucking still. His lips are cold, but Ray won't stop - he just keeps going - and finally Kowalski opens his mouth and all Ray can feel is heat.
There are still people outside - Ray can hear them - but he doesn't much care anymore. All he wants is to keep feeling Kowalski's cold, damp skin, pressing against him, chilling him through the thin silk of his shirt. Ray reaches up and slides his fingers into Kowalski's hair and he can feel water squeeze out and run down his fingers as he tightens his grip and tilts Kowalski's head.
Kowalski reaches down, grabs Ray's hips and pulls Ray harder against him, and Ray shivers and tries to stop the desperate sounding moan that's trying to claw its way out of his throat.
"Vecchio," Kowalski murmurs against his mouth, and Ray just leans in and kisses him harder. "Vecchio," Kowalski says again, and Ray thinks to himself, Shut up, shut up, Jesus, shut the fuck up, except maybe he's saying it, because when Kowalski pulls away, his lips are slick and wet but he's smiling.
"I'm shutting up," Kowalski says, smirking. "But I think maybe getting out of here before we fuck would be a good decision."
Ray takes a deep breath and steps back, rubbing a hand over his face. "Yeah. Yeah, okay."
The voices outside are moving away, and Ray can hear cars starting and gravel kicking up as they pull out of the lot. He walks over and grabs Kowalski's shirt from the floor.
"So, Vecchio," Kowalski says casually, grabbing his shirt that Ray had tossed to him and pulling it over his head. He tucks the shirt in and buttons his jeans, and when he looks at Ray again smirks and wiggles his eyebrows. "Your place or mine?"
Ray rolls his eyes. "You're such an asshole, Kowalski."
"Yeah," Kowalski says, smiling and heading for the door. "That's what they tell me. So you coming?"
They could leave this all here. Chalk it up to the night or the bust or the adrenaline. They can walk out that door exactly how they walked in and no one would ever know the difference.
Kowalski is watching him - he knows the deal as well as Ray - but then he cocks his head to the side and grins. "Come on, Vecchio," he says quietly.
Ray doesn't answer him, but when he meets Kowalski at the door, they walk out together.
brooklinegirl who's having a bitch of a day today. Love roooooooo.Special thanks to
calathea who did an awesome, awesome, beta job, on this mildy porny, only technically half naked, little fic. Thank you, dear!Drip Dry
The warehouse is dark, and smells like mold and dust and Ray's old gym locker from high school. Ray can hear the faint murmur of voices outside on the dock, and he taps his foot and waits for Kowalski to finish drying himself off so they can get the hell out of there for the night. The bust went down almost exactly as planned, and right now Huey and Welsh and a whole shit-load of other guys from the 2-7 Ray can't even name are out there, reading the Morano family their rights before transporting them all to the station.
"Vecchio, you toss me that towel?" Kowalski asks from his seat on a wooden crate. Vecchio grabs the small towel he had found in one of the supply closets, and tosses it at Kowalski's head.
"Can you tell me how - exactly - you wound up in the water out there?" Ray asks. Kowalski shrugs and drapes the towel over his head, rubbing his hair vigorously.
"I already told you," Kowalski says, but his voice is muffled and Ray can barely make out the words. "Trust me, Vecchio. You do not want to know."
Ray crosses his arms over his chest and leans back against the wall. Kowalski's probably right. The one thing he knows for certain is that he isn't in the mood for another one of Kowalski's dumb-ass explanations.
"I was in the car with Huey, watching the building," Kowalski starts saying. And thanks so much for not giving me all the details, Ray thinks to himself meanly. "And we heard something outside of the car. So I get out..."
Ray's barely paying attention though, just letting the sound of Kowalski's voice wash over him as he narrows his eyes, watching Kowalski, who's still sitting on that stupid crate, drying his hair.
Kowalski's jeans are wet and sticking to his skinny legs, and his shirt is lying in a heap on the floor. His skin is pale and looks soft from where Ray is standing, and Ray curls his hands into fists to keep from going over there and touching him - not knowing why the fuck he even wants to.
"...so then I'm running across the dock, and Johnny The Fish Morano yells out, 'Cop!', so I turn..."
It's not as if Ray's ever thought about it. About him and Kowalski. Because he hasn't. Just because he knows Kowalski how Kowalski is, knows about the things Kowalski's done, doesn't necessarily mean Ray wants any part of that. Ray heard what everyone said when Kowalski stayed up in Canada with Fraser, and he heard them again when Kowalski came back. Ray had pretty much heard enough.
"...and I'm in the water, I got my arms around Johnny's neck, right? But then I can hear fucking gunshots..."
Kowalski is hunched over, still drying that stupid dyed blond mop of his, and Ray closes his eyes and can see the smooth bend of Kowalski's spine - the faint lines of his ribs and the muscles in his back. Kowalski's jeans are open - just the top button popped - but that's enough that Ray can see the grey elastic of Kowalski's briefs, and he wonders if Kowalski's skin would be cold if he touched it.
Ray doesn't even realize he's doing it, but then he's crossing the room, grabbing Kowalski by the arms, and hauling him to his feet. Kowalski's eyes widen and he drops the towel on the ground. "Vecchio, what the fuck-"
And Ray is pushing him - pushing his back against the wall, filling his hands with that cold, damp skin. Kowalski isn't moving under him - he's perfectly fucking still. His lips are cold, but Ray won't stop - he just keeps going - and finally Kowalski opens his mouth and all Ray can feel is heat.
There are still people outside - Ray can hear them - but he doesn't much care anymore. All he wants is to keep feeling Kowalski's cold, damp skin, pressing against him, chilling him through the thin silk of his shirt. Ray reaches up and slides his fingers into Kowalski's hair and he can feel water squeeze out and run down his fingers as he tightens his grip and tilts Kowalski's head.
Kowalski reaches down, grabs Ray's hips and pulls Ray harder against him, and Ray shivers and tries to stop the desperate sounding moan that's trying to claw its way out of his throat.
"Vecchio," Kowalski murmurs against his mouth, and Ray just leans in and kisses him harder. "Vecchio," Kowalski says again, and Ray thinks to himself, Shut up, shut up, Jesus, shut the fuck up, except maybe he's saying it, because when Kowalski pulls away, his lips are slick and wet but he's smiling.
"I'm shutting up," Kowalski says, smirking. "But I think maybe getting out of here before we fuck would be a good decision."
Ray takes a deep breath and steps back, rubbing a hand over his face. "Yeah. Yeah, okay."
The voices outside are moving away, and Ray can hear cars starting and gravel kicking up as they pull out of the lot. He walks over and grabs Kowalski's shirt from the floor.
"So, Vecchio," Kowalski says casually, grabbing his shirt that Ray had tossed to him and pulling it over his head. He tucks the shirt in and buttons his jeans, and when he looks at Ray again smirks and wiggles his eyebrows. "Your place or mine?"
Ray rolls his eyes. "You're such an asshole, Kowalski."
"Yeah," Kowalski says, smiling and heading for the door. "That's what they tell me. So you coming?"
They could leave this all here. Chalk it up to the night or the bust or the adrenaline. They can walk out that door exactly how they walked in and no one would ever know the difference.
Kowalski is watching him - he knows the deal as well as Ray - but then he cocks his head to the side and grins. "Come on, Vecchio," he says quietly.
Ray doesn't answer him, but when he meets Kowalski at the door, they walk out together.
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Date: 2004-11-28 07:44 am (UTC)Ray's barely paying attention though, just letting the sound of Kowalski's voice wash over him as he narrows his eyes, watching Kowalski, who's still sitting on that stupid crate, drying his hair.
God. Why is the image of Kowalski all hunched over, grumpily scrubbing his hair, such a turn-on? It shouldn't be, but it is, and it's increased ten-fold by Vecchio watching him like that.
Kowalski's jeans are wet and sticking to his skinny legs, and his shirt is lying in a heap on the floor. His skin is pale and looks soft from where Ray is standing, and Ray curls his hands into fists to keep from going over there and touching him - not knowing why the fuck he even wants to.
Nrrrgh. Um. *breathes* WHY IS THAT SO HOT??? Fucking skinny-ass Kowalski, but my GOD, that wet, pale skin all exposed, and his skinny little legs, and man - again, with Vecchio watching him is so, so freaking hot - and the clenched fists? Yeah. That's - uh. Nrrrgh.
Just because he knows Kowalski: how Kowalski is, knows about the things Kowalski's done, doesn't necessarily mean Ray wants any part of that. Ray heard what everyone said when Kowalski stayed up in Canada with Fraser, and he heard them again when Kowalski came back. Ray had pretty much heard enough.
I love that right there a whole fucking lot. I mean, I love the physical nature of the rest of the fic, which I expound upon at length below, but man - this, I think, is a very big part of why I love Kowalski and Vecchio together so damn much - this knowing each other, just enough. Not a Deep True Love Understanding - more, looking at each other with narrowed eyes, and thinking, "I know your game. I know everything about your game." And what you put here - the tiny reference to Kowalski in Canada, and Kowalski coming back - speaks volumes without you ever having to put it into specific words. I love it.
Kowalski is hunched over, still drying that stupid dyed blond mop of his, and Ray closes his eyes and can see the smooth bend of Kowalski's spine - the faint lines of his ribs and the muscles in his back. Kowalski's jeans are open - just the top button popped - but that's enough that Ray can see the grey elastic of Kowalski's briefs, and he wonders if Kowalski's skin would be cold if he touched it.
Ooooh, my dear god. Just that one. Top. Button. Opened. It's - it's that, plus his spine, his ribs, the grey elastic of his briefs - it's so fucking hot, and I, for one, do not fucking blame Vecchio for what happened next one fucking bit.
And Ray is pushing him - pushing his back against the wall, filling his hands with that cold, damp skin. Kowalski isn't moving under him - he's perfectly fucking still. His lips are cold, but Ray won't stop - he just keeps going - and finally Kowalski opens his mouth and all Ray can feel is heat.
Oh god. I love Kowalski letting Vecchio push him around. I'm a HUGE BIG FAN of Kowalski getting off on being pushed around. I love that Vecchio can't stop - cannot stop - and the heat when he finally gets in and - yeah. Uh. Guh.
All he wants is to keep feeling Kowalski's cold, damp skin, pressing against him, chilling him through the thin silk of his shirt. Ray reaches up and slides his fingers into Kowalski's hair and he can feel water squeeze out and run down his fingers as he tightens his grip and tilts Kowalski's head.
See, this is what I was talking about - the physical nature of the story, where reading it makes you feel it - god, the water seeping through Vecchio's silk shirt, the water from Kowalski's hair running down his fingers, the whole damn thing, dear lord. You just - you HAVE to love Ray and Ray, the fucking slutty boys that they are. They? Are slutty boys with heart, and you capture it perfectly here.
*loves on you*
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Date: 2004-12-01 08:59 am (UTC)You give wonderful feedback. You know this. I? Am far to cranky to express how much I love this feedback, which you also know.
However! I so LOVE this:
this, I think, is a very big part of why I love Kowalski and Vecchio together so damn much - this knowing each other, just enough. Not a Deep True Love Understanding - more, looking at each other with narrowed eyes, and thinking, "I know your game. I know everything about your game."
Because just YES. That's definitely the thing between them. The familiarity, the snark, the hotness - man. I love me some Ray/Ray *g*
*smooches you*
*drags you into bed*