for the mute fraser challenge

[doll-revolution.livejournal.com]

i wrote this as a 'thank you' for the lovely lynnmonster for another matter entirely, but i realized it fit here.

and god alone knows the last time i managed to do a challenge, so here it is:

The late afternoon silence of Stetson Avenue was broken by the low, rumbling growl of a powerful engine. A glossy black Pontiac GTO roared down the street, made a perfect 180-degree turn, and slid to a stop directly in front of the Canadian Consulate with a spray of gravel.

Ray flung himself out of the car, slammed the door, and slid across the left corner of the hood, stumbling to a stop directly in front of Fraser, who was standing still and motionless on guard duty. Ray took deep breaths and cracked his neck, obviously trying to regain his composure. He opened his mouth two or three times, trying to speak, and then suddenly he was shouting.

“I don’t know what kind of Mountie crack you’re on, Frase, but I’m not buying it, do you understand?” He emphasized his words with a sharp poke to Fraser’s shoulder. “I know this is a low blow, when you’re on guard duty, but it’s the only time I can be sure you’re listening to me, with none of that blah-blah-blah, Inuit, caribou crap you’re always spouting.”

Ray flung up his hands, spun in a circle, and poked Fraser in the chest. “I don’t want it, okay? I don’t know what you’re thinking, God forbid you should tell me what you’re thinking, so I don’t know what’s going on, okay? I mean, maybe you think you’re being noble, maybe you think you’re not worth it, maybe you think I’m not worth it, who the fuck knows?”

Ray leaned in and put his face right in front of Fraser’s. “But I do know this, Fraser: you can take your ‘freedom’ and shove it! I don’t want it! I don’t want to play around, I just want you!”

Ray froze, an expression of horror on his face. He threw up his hands again. “Look at this! Do you see how completely bugfuck you make me? I’m trying to have a serious relationship talk with you, and I’m quoting fucking ‘Wham!’ lyrics! I don’t believe this! My love life is reduced to a crappy 80’s song!”

He poked Fraser again. “Do you see what you do to me, do you? Do you think you could piss me off this much if I didn’t love you? I swear, Fraser, I swear to God, if I find myself consorting with supermodels and sucking off undercover police officers, it’s going to be your fault! I have never met a more aggravating, annoying—“

Ray’s tirade was interrupted by church bells striking five o’clock. As the last note faded, Fraser grabbed Ray by his shirt, took two steps forward, and shoved Ray up against the side of his car. He leaned his full weight into Ray, shoved his hands in Ray’s hair, and began kissing him slowly, with intent. In between kisses he murmured, “Never going to give you up, never going to let you down, never going to run around and hurt you.”

Ray smiled against Fraser’s mouth. “You got the wrong femmey English singer there, Frase.” Fraser halted his kisses and slowly, deliberately placed his hat Ray’s head. “Shut up and kiss me,” he said, and once again late afternoon on Stetson Avenue was silent.



536 words of barely-edited F/K fluff

Comments

[calathea.livejournal.com]

Oh help! I just had a terrible flashback to Rick Astley (who lives down the road from my mum, and who I occasionally see buying vegetables and whisky at the corner shop).

But! Shoving-up-against-the-car kissing! So I'll forgive the Rick Astley part.

[doll-revolution.livejournal.com]

dude! i would give money to see rick astley buying veg and whisky!

(but then i would probably laugh and point, and that would be rude)