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ds_flashfictionTitle: Undergarments
Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: Due South
Pairing: RayV/RayK
Rating: PG
Summary: The Rays, undershirts, and an aisle.
Dis: Not mine.
Author's Notes: For all you fine people who swing both Rays.
Undergarments
By Perpetual Motion
“Vecchio?!”
Ray froze at the sound of his name, and he cursed as he recognized the voice. He turned away from the rack of undershirts he was perusing and glared hard. “Gotta problem, Stanley?”
“It’s Kowalski.”
“Yeah, whatever. What the hell do you want?”
“What the hell are you doing here?” Kowalski looked around like he was trying to find a secret door or magical entrance.
“I’m buying undershirts. You know, those things you wear as actual shirts? What’s it to you?” Ray turned back to the undershirt display and tried to find his size.
“You’re a style pig.” Kowalski spoke like that cleared up the whole issue.
“Just because I know how to work a tie and dress shoes doesn’t make me a style pig.”
“No, the prissy suits handle that part just fine.” Kowalski leaned over and brushed imaginary lint off of the suit in question. “How do you afford these things anyway? You don’t make any more than me.”
Ray shoved Kowalski’s hand away. “I’ve got my ways.” He didn’t add that living at home with a mother who didn’t make him pay rent or food helped out where his suit purchases were concerned. “And get your hands off my suit.”
“You’ve got no right to be an asshole. Look where you are.”
Ray looked around. “I’m at a store. Buying undershirts.”
Kowalski grinned. “You’re not a real style pig.”
“I’m standing here in head-to-toe Armani.”
“Wearin’ undershirts from K-Mart.”
“So?”
“So, a real style pig would wear Armani undershirts.” Kowalski crossed his arms and gave Ray a smug look. “Poser.”
Ray picked up two packages of undershirts and tucked them under his arm. “At least I dress the part. You barely dress.” Ray moved to leave the aisle, and he found himself blocked by Kowalski. “We’re not on the clock. I’ll punch you.”
“And ruin your pretty suit? Nah, you won’t.” Kowalski got into Ray’s personal space. “Tell me somethin’; where do you buy your underwear?”
Ray seriously considered punching Kowalski to get him out of his way, but he suddenly got a better idea. “I don’t.” He waited. He watched Kowalski’s eyes go wide, and he grinned, glad to score a hit.
“Oh, yeah?” Kowalski’s eyes narrowed to slits, and he leaned further into Ray’s space. “Prove it.”
Ray couldn’t quite come up with an answer. A shiver worked its way up his spine and fizzled into his head. There was something about Kowalski’s eyes that was vaguely familiar to Ray. Something that told him that any answer he gave would lead to a line of double entendres and Kowalski grabbing his ass. He didn’t know what to do, so he took a step back. Kowalski let him go. “Not for you.”
“You sure?”
Ray tried not to look at Kowalski’s thin T-shirt and well-worn jeans. He tried not to imagine how soft that shirt would feel under his hands. “Positive. I only prove it to people who can dress themselves.” Ray watched Kowalski grin at him. He slid the packages of undershirts out from under his arm so that his hand could have something to clench.
“Guess you’ll have to catch me on court day. I’ve got a pretty nice suit for days like that.”
Ray swallowed hard. “Guess so.” He breathed a sigh of relief when Kowalski cleared the aisle and let him pass. His relief died quickly when Kowalski managed to cop a feel.
“Style pig.”
“Stupid Pollock.”
Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: Due South
Pairing: RayV/RayK
Rating: PG
Summary: The Rays, undershirts, and an aisle.
Dis: Not mine.
Author's Notes: For all you fine people who swing both Rays.
Undergarments
By Perpetual Motion
“Vecchio?!”
Ray froze at the sound of his name, and he cursed as he recognized the voice. He turned away from the rack of undershirts he was perusing and glared hard. “Gotta problem, Stanley?”
“It’s Kowalski.”
“Yeah, whatever. What the hell do you want?”
“What the hell are you doing here?” Kowalski looked around like he was trying to find a secret door or magical entrance.
“I’m buying undershirts. You know, those things you wear as actual shirts? What’s it to you?” Ray turned back to the undershirt display and tried to find his size.
“You’re a style pig.” Kowalski spoke like that cleared up the whole issue.
“Just because I know how to work a tie and dress shoes doesn’t make me a style pig.”
“No, the prissy suits handle that part just fine.” Kowalski leaned over and brushed imaginary lint off of the suit in question. “How do you afford these things anyway? You don’t make any more than me.”
Ray shoved Kowalski’s hand away. “I’ve got my ways.” He didn’t add that living at home with a mother who didn’t make him pay rent or food helped out where his suit purchases were concerned. “And get your hands off my suit.”
“You’ve got no right to be an asshole. Look where you are.”
Ray looked around. “I’m at a store. Buying undershirts.”
Kowalski grinned. “You’re not a real style pig.”
“I’m standing here in head-to-toe Armani.”
“Wearin’ undershirts from K-Mart.”
“So?”
“So, a real style pig would wear Armani undershirts.” Kowalski crossed his arms and gave Ray a smug look. “Poser.”
Ray picked up two packages of undershirts and tucked them under his arm. “At least I dress the part. You barely dress.” Ray moved to leave the aisle, and he found himself blocked by Kowalski. “We’re not on the clock. I’ll punch you.”
“And ruin your pretty suit? Nah, you won’t.” Kowalski got into Ray’s personal space. “Tell me somethin’; where do you buy your underwear?”
Ray seriously considered punching Kowalski to get him out of his way, but he suddenly got a better idea. “I don’t.” He waited. He watched Kowalski’s eyes go wide, and he grinned, glad to score a hit.
“Oh, yeah?” Kowalski’s eyes narrowed to slits, and he leaned further into Ray’s space. “Prove it.”
Ray couldn’t quite come up with an answer. A shiver worked its way up his spine and fizzled into his head. There was something about Kowalski’s eyes that was vaguely familiar to Ray. Something that told him that any answer he gave would lead to a line of double entendres and Kowalski grabbing his ass. He didn’t know what to do, so he took a step back. Kowalski let him go. “Not for you.”
“You sure?”
Ray tried not to look at Kowalski’s thin T-shirt and well-worn jeans. He tried not to imagine how soft that shirt would feel under his hands. “Positive. I only prove it to people who can dress themselves.” Ray watched Kowalski grin at him. He slid the packages of undershirts out from under his arm so that his hand could have something to clench.
“Guess you’ll have to catch me on court day. I’ve got a pretty nice suit for days like that.”
Ray swallowed hard. “Guess so.” He breathed a sigh of relief when Kowalski cleared the aisle and let him pass. His relief died quickly when Kowalski managed to cop a feel.
“Style pig.”
“Stupid Pollock.”
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Date: 2005-03-24 09:04 pm (UTC)The beginning of every good Ray/Ray relationship.
Also, Vecchio in KMart? You are a mean, mean girl. ::g::
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Date: 2005-03-24 09:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-24 09:28 pm (UTC)Ray tried not to look at Kowalski’s thin T-shirt and well-worn jeans. He tried not to imagine how soft that shirt would feel under his hands.
Guh. That's part of what is so hot about this pairing - suits vs. jeans, dressy vs. casual, snark vs. snark...
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Date: 2005-03-24 10:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-24 11:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-24 11:21 pm (UTC)Loved by the way :)
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Date: 2005-03-25 03:29 am (UTC)I can believe the K-mart unsershirts. Given the number of immaculate conceptions Frannie's had in fanfic, Ray would have to make sacrifices somewhere. Armani babygrows do not grow on trees. We can never start style pig jr. too young and all that. :-)
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Date: 2005-03-25 02:02 pm (UTC)“I’m standing here in head-to-toe Armani.”
“Wearin’ undershirts from K-Mart.”
dude - *fantastic* ray/ray banter. this is wonderful. thanks for posting!
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Date: 2005-03-25 03:00 pm (UTC)And yay for no-underpants!Ray...hee!
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Date: 2005-03-26 03:01 am (UTC)“And ruin your pretty suit? Nah, you won’t.” Kowalski got into Ray’s personal space. “Tell me somethin’; where do you buy your underwear?”
Ray seriously considered punching Kowalski to get him out of his way, but he suddenly got a better idea. “I don’t.” He waited. He watched Kowalski’s eyes go wide, and he grinned, glad to score a hit.
“Oh, yeah?” Kowalski’s eyes narrowed to slits, and he leaned further into Ray’s space. “Prove it.”
Oh, how much do I love this exchange? Great, wonderful, fabulous job! So, any chance of a more porny sequel where RayV proves it? Eh?