The Mute Fraser Challenge - by Sam80853
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ds_flashfictionOkay, I skipped a few challenges because of reasons that don't need to be explained at this juncture but here is my story for mute Fraser.
Thanks to Ampokris for beta!
Body Language
By Sam80853
I should have known that something was off when I first entered the Canadian Consulate this morning, greeted by Turnbull with one of his goofy grins.
I didn’t strike me at first that he hadn’t really welcomed me to Canada but Turnbull is a nut-case anyway so it kinda took me by surprise when he grabbed my arm and pushed me into the Ice Queen’s office, who actually welcomed me to Canada with her icy “Good morning, Detective Vecchio.”
Fraser was standing at parade rest, with his hands behind his back, right by her desk.
“Hey there, Frase!” I said and it was only then, when he looked at me and flashed me a smile that I was taken off my guard.
Bright and joyful.
He must have realised my surprise because he blanked his face immediately, his eyes fixed on something above my right shoulder.
“Detective Vecchio,” the Ice Queen had tried to get my attention and I had had to shake myself to get rid of the weird feeling that something was amiss, as Fraser would say.
“Cat got his tongue?” I had asked her, pointing at statue Fraser.
“Detective Vecchio,” I must have gotten to her ‘cause her tone had became more icy than usual and she had cornered her desk to stand in front of me, blocking my view of Fraser. “Constable Fraser is following a direct order from Ottawa, not to speak for a span of 24 hours…”
“What?” I had almost jumped out of my skin. “You can order someone not to talk? Isn’t that against some Canadian law or somethin’?”
“Our superiors in Ottawa decided that our subordinates have to work on their communication skills…”
“Communication skills,” I’d burst out, interrupting her rudely, making Fraser’s head turn in my direction, squinting at me warningly but I had been on a roll there. “Fraser with his dictionary of a vocabulary,” I had paced up and down in front of the two Canadians. “You can’t be serious.”
“I assure you, Detective Vecchio, that we take orders from Ottawa very seriously here and I request that you continue your work with Constable Fraser as usual, reporting his actions directly to me.” She had waved me off with one hand and I had been ready to fight when I felt Fraser’s hand on my upper arm, pushing me gently out of the Ice Queen’s office.
“Constable Fraser,” she had warningly called out for him again and Fraser’d turned slowly, letting go of my arm, which was kind of a relief ‘cause he was burning my skin there. “I appeal to your honor as a member of the Canadian Mounted Police”, I had heard her saying and my anger had risen again, my body tense. I hate that woman.
How can she question Fraser’s honesty?
Fraser must have felt what I was going to do any second, ‘cause his hand had come down on my shoulder, squeezing gently.
“Okay,” I had shaken off his hand, moving outside with him on my heels. “I’m good.”
In the car I had started to enjoy the silence on Fraser’s side. No complaining about my manner of driving, at least not with words ‘cause his body got tense every time I took a corner faster than the speed limit and he had to brace himself on the dash board for balance more than once.
“You okay there?” I had teased him ‘til we arrived at the station.
First I had passed him a pen and a piece of paper to make him write down anything he wanted to say to me but he had pushed it right back, shaking his head.
“What?” I had looked annoyed at him. “You’re not even allowed to write anything down?”
Again he had shaken his head.
“Damn,” I swore. “How am I supposed to work with a mute partner?” And he had looked at me with a faint smile on his lips. “I got it, Body language!”
That’s when everything had became kinda weird ‘cause, you know, I really had to pay attention to Fraser’s body now.
Not that I hadn’t before. I mean I love his body; I’m a Fraser-body addict.
The way his skin looks in bright sunlight, or even in the glaring light of the department, his broad shoulders, his neck that I’m just able to see when he’s sittin’ in front of me or wearing casual clothes. The way he blushed when Frannie or any other woman made a move on him, his neck cracking, eyebrow rubbing, collar tugging and it had struck me then, that I know his body language but never really thought about exactly what his body is tellin’ me.
Maybe it’s because Fraser knows how to hide behind his $50words, explaining everything ‘til my head spins and I forgot what his body was tellin’ me just a second ago.
He didn’t have that advantage now and I started reading him like an open book.
He loves to watch me in the interrogation room, interviewing a suspect.
He loves how serious I am about my work.
He loves my complaining about everything.
He loves the way I talk, the way my body moves.
He loves to touch me, to be in my personal space.
He loves me.
“You wanna eat somethin’ with me?” I ask him as we’re leaving the station and I see his body tense up, screaming at him to run ‘cause he’s really smart and he got what he had been telling me with his body the whole day.
I gently touch his arm, stopping him from running.
“It’s okay, Frase,” I almost whisper. “We’re good,” and I drag him to the GTO and, minutes later, up the stairs to my apartment.
“We are good at this body language thing,“ I tell him as I give him a cup of tea, sippin’ on my beer while we’re eating the pizza we got on our way home.
His head comes up and his hand is on its way to his right eyebrow when I catch it, gently stroking his wrist, feeling his racing pulse beneath the thin skin.
“I hear you loud and clear,” I whisper, still not lettin’ go of his hand.
I move closer to him then, my lips inches from his mouth now; I can feel his warm breath on my face and a shiver runs down my spine.
“Show me you understand what I’m sayin’ here,” I demand softly and it’s then that his eyes start sparkling and he moves towards me, meeting my lips with his own.
He gently brushes my lips, answering me with each tender touch.
“God. Yeah,” I whisper against his mouth, my tongue slipping out and licking his bottom lip.
He moans as he opens his mouth, meeting my tongue with his own and what started soft and tender immediately becomes urgent and wild.
I’m yanking at his serge, trying to get it off, to touch his skin. I’m so wrapped in trying to get him out of his uniform that I almost missed that his body is talking to me again and it’s not saying ‘go for it’. It’s gone tense and when I look up into Fraser’s eyes I see his insecurity.
His hands are still roaming along my sides, so he doesn’t want to stop what we’re doing but… and I finally got it. I smile at him, kissing his lips softly.
“You never forget somethin’ as important as this,” I push him softly off me and drag him into my bedroom and into my bed.
“Just keep talkin’,” I whisper when I strip off my clothes and start working at the buttons on his serge.
My fingers are kinda clumsy but with Fraser’s help I get them undone and finally we are naked and touching; Fraser’s body never stops talking.
It shivers when I find his nipples, kissing them, wriggles beneath me when our cocks line up and I start humping in earnest, feeling Fraser’s hands all over my body, stroking gently and with more urgency as he gets closer and closer to his climax.
His moans fill me ear and I desperately wish to hear him say my name.
“Talk to me! Talk to me!” I whisper in a husky voice, while I spill all over his stomach. Just one more thrust and he comes too, holding me close to his body and finally I hear him say my name.
“Ray!”
The End
Thanks to Ampokris for beta!
Body Language
By Sam80853
I should have known that something was off when I first entered the Canadian Consulate this morning, greeted by Turnbull with one of his goofy grins.
I didn’t strike me at first that he hadn’t really welcomed me to Canada but Turnbull is a nut-case anyway so it kinda took me by surprise when he grabbed my arm and pushed me into the Ice Queen’s office, who actually welcomed me to Canada with her icy “Good morning, Detective Vecchio.”
Fraser was standing at parade rest, with his hands behind his back, right by her desk.
“Hey there, Frase!” I said and it was only then, when he looked at me and flashed me a smile that I was taken off my guard.
Bright and joyful.
He must have realised my surprise because he blanked his face immediately, his eyes fixed on something above my right shoulder.
“Detective Vecchio,” the Ice Queen had tried to get my attention and I had had to shake myself to get rid of the weird feeling that something was amiss, as Fraser would say.
“Cat got his tongue?” I had asked her, pointing at statue Fraser.
“Detective Vecchio,” I must have gotten to her ‘cause her tone had became more icy than usual and she had cornered her desk to stand in front of me, blocking my view of Fraser. “Constable Fraser is following a direct order from Ottawa, not to speak for a span of 24 hours…”
“What?” I had almost jumped out of my skin. “You can order someone not to talk? Isn’t that against some Canadian law or somethin’?”
“Our superiors in Ottawa decided that our subordinates have to work on their communication skills…”
“Communication skills,” I’d burst out, interrupting her rudely, making Fraser’s head turn in my direction, squinting at me warningly but I had been on a roll there. “Fraser with his dictionary of a vocabulary,” I had paced up and down in front of the two Canadians. “You can’t be serious.”
“I assure you, Detective Vecchio, that we take orders from Ottawa very seriously here and I request that you continue your work with Constable Fraser as usual, reporting his actions directly to me.” She had waved me off with one hand and I had been ready to fight when I felt Fraser’s hand on my upper arm, pushing me gently out of the Ice Queen’s office.
“Constable Fraser,” she had warningly called out for him again and Fraser’d turned slowly, letting go of my arm, which was kind of a relief ‘cause he was burning my skin there. “I appeal to your honor as a member of the Canadian Mounted Police”, I had heard her saying and my anger had risen again, my body tense. I hate that woman.
How can she question Fraser’s honesty?
Fraser must have felt what I was going to do any second, ‘cause his hand had come down on my shoulder, squeezing gently.
“Okay,” I had shaken off his hand, moving outside with him on my heels. “I’m good.”
In the car I had started to enjoy the silence on Fraser’s side. No complaining about my manner of driving, at least not with words ‘cause his body got tense every time I took a corner faster than the speed limit and he had to brace himself on the dash board for balance more than once.
“You okay there?” I had teased him ‘til we arrived at the station.
First I had passed him a pen and a piece of paper to make him write down anything he wanted to say to me but he had pushed it right back, shaking his head.
“What?” I had looked annoyed at him. “You’re not even allowed to write anything down?”
Again he had shaken his head.
“Damn,” I swore. “How am I supposed to work with a mute partner?” And he had looked at me with a faint smile on his lips. “I got it, Body language!”
That’s when everything had became kinda weird ‘cause, you know, I really had to pay attention to Fraser’s body now.
Not that I hadn’t before. I mean I love his body; I’m a Fraser-body addict.
The way his skin looks in bright sunlight, or even in the glaring light of the department, his broad shoulders, his neck that I’m just able to see when he’s sittin’ in front of me or wearing casual clothes. The way he blushed when Frannie or any other woman made a move on him, his neck cracking, eyebrow rubbing, collar tugging and it had struck me then, that I know his body language but never really thought about exactly what his body is tellin’ me.
Maybe it’s because Fraser knows how to hide behind his $50words, explaining everything ‘til my head spins and I forgot what his body was tellin’ me just a second ago.
He didn’t have that advantage now and I started reading him like an open book.
He loves to watch me in the interrogation room, interviewing a suspect.
He loves how serious I am about my work.
He loves my complaining about everything.
He loves the way I talk, the way my body moves.
He loves to touch me, to be in my personal space.
He loves me.
“You wanna eat somethin’ with me?” I ask him as we’re leaving the station and I see his body tense up, screaming at him to run ‘cause he’s really smart and he got what he had been telling me with his body the whole day.
I gently touch his arm, stopping him from running.
“It’s okay, Frase,” I almost whisper. “We’re good,” and I drag him to the GTO and, minutes later, up the stairs to my apartment.
“We are good at this body language thing,“ I tell him as I give him a cup of tea, sippin’ on my beer while we’re eating the pizza we got on our way home.
His head comes up and his hand is on its way to his right eyebrow when I catch it, gently stroking his wrist, feeling his racing pulse beneath the thin skin.
“I hear you loud and clear,” I whisper, still not lettin’ go of his hand.
I move closer to him then, my lips inches from his mouth now; I can feel his warm breath on my face and a shiver runs down my spine.
“Show me you understand what I’m sayin’ here,” I demand softly and it’s then that his eyes start sparkling and he moves towards me, meeting my lips with his own.
He gently brushes my lips, answering me with each tender touch.
“God. Yeah,” I whisper against his mouth, my tongue slipping out and licking his bottom lip.
He moans as he opens his mouth, meeting my tongue with his own and what started soft and tender immediately becomes urgent and wild.
I’m yanking at his serge, trying to get it off, to touch his skin. I’m so wrapped in trying to get him out of his uniform that I almost missed that his body is talking to me again and it’s not saying ‘go for it’. It’s gone tense and when I look up into Fraser’s eyes I see his insecurity.
His hands are still roaming along my sides, so he doesn’t want to stop what we’re doing but… and I finally got it. I smile at him, kissing his lips softly.
“You never forget somethin’ as important as this,” I push him softly off me and drag him into my bedroom and into my bed.
“Just keep talkin’,” I whisper when I strip off my clothes and start working at the buttons on his serge.
My fingers are kinda clumsy but with Fraser’s help I get them undone and finally we are naked and touching; Fraser’s body never stops talking.
It shivers when I find his nipples, kissing them, wriggles beneath me when our cocks line up and I start humping in earnest, feeling Fraser’s hands all over my body, stroking gently and with more urgency as he gets closer and closer to his climax.
His moans fill me ear and I desperately wish to hear him say my name.
“Talk to me! Talk to me!” I whisper in a husky voice, while I spill all over his stomach. Just one more thrust and he comes too, holding me close to his body and finally I hear him say my name.
“Ray!”
The End
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