Hard Not To
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ds_flashfictionTitle: Hard Not To
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pocketmouse
Rating: smut
Summary: Summer in Chicago can be very hot.
Notes: This started off as a writing exercise, tried to develop a plot, then kind of just devolved into mindless smut.
He could feel the sweat dripping off of him, beading up to slide down the small of his back unexpectedly. The red serge might hide a multitude of sins, but it also retained heat with undue efficiency. If he were to take off the tunic (not that he would, not while on duty), he was sure he would find his under-shirt soaked in several places.
But right now, sweat was good. Sweat was good, so long as one was in motion. He could feel it sliding through his hair, past the crown of his hat, and down along his temple. The air around him was thick and warm, but managed enough of a breeze as he rushed by to cool the sweat slightly, the slight shock of it helping to keep him on the alert. He pumped his legs harder, the sweat pouring off him lessening the resistance created by his uniform. He could hear Ray’s footsteps behind him increase as well. He wished fleetingly that Diefenbaker was with them as well, but the half-wolf was miserable in the sudden heat wave, even inside the air-conditioned Consulate.
Through the crush of people around them, their quarry’s goal became obvious – Union Station. Ray’s footsteps pounded away as he curved around to try and cut the suspect off. The purse-snatcher dashed down the escalator, shoving past the commuters around him. Bracing himself, Fraser took the staircase, three at a time, until he reached the landing, and vaulted over.
Just as he was reaching into the tuck, however, preparing to disengage, his grip slipped. Sweat-slicked hands lost their purchase on the cool metal, smaller in diameter than he had originally calculated. They snapped closed, blunt nails cutting against the flesh of his palms, and his calculated descent uncoiled into an awkward tumble.
He came down hard on his shoulder, but rolled with it, finding his feet again and springing up into a lunge, the criminal finally within arm’s reach. One arm raised to shove a shoulder, and the other reached forward to wrap around the purse-snatcher’s torso, and he turned on one leg, taking his prey down at last, driving him into the solid barrier of a concrete pylon.
The roar of blood rushing through his veins nearly deafened him, and he could barely hear Ray, as he came around the corner, gun drawn, shouting at the criminal as he cuffed him, and read him a ... rather colorful version of his Miranda Rights. He leaned into the thug, more as a matter of sudden unsteadiness than any intent to threaten or overwhelm. Ray dragged the man down, and Fraser leaned back into the coolness of the pylon, trying to even out his ragged breathing. He closed his eyes and let his head thud back dully. It felt slick against the concrete, and he realized that in his tumble he must have lost his hat. It was surprising he hadn’t lost it earlier. Sweat slipped warmly past his waistband, and he resisted the urge to squirm.
“...ser? Yo, Frase!” His eyes shot open and he snapped upright, realizing Ray had been calling him. For a while, if the intent look on his face was anything to go by.
“Yes, Ray?” His voice came out a dry croak. He grimaced and tried to swallow.
“I was gonna ask if you were OK, but –“ Ray snorted and rolled his head and shoulder in a bit of body language that, loosely translated, meant ‘Fraser’s being an idiot.’ “Yer obviously not. ‘Cmon, let’s get this loser down to the station, and we can go cool off, huh?”
He could only nod. He pushed himself away from the pylon, retrieved his hat, and followed Ray back up the stairs into the thickness of the city heat.
-/-/-/-
In the end, it was almost an hour before they managed to escape to Ray’s apartment, between the long trudge back to the car, and trying to sort out the matter of the marijuana they found in the stolen purse the thief had held onto throughout the chase. Fraser had downed multiple cups of water from the bubbler in the squad room, but the air in the station was the same stifling hot air as outside, simply blown around by the fans on almost every available surface. Ray’s car was little better; they spent most of the ride back with the windows rolled down, eager for the hot breeze rising from the pavement. Fraser felt sure that if he looked at the seat when he rose, there would be a wet, Mountie-shaped impression there.
The apartment was blissfully cool, and dark. All of the curtains were closed, and the air conditioning had been nudged up to full blast the minute they walked in the door. Fraser set his hat down but remained standing. If he sat down now, he didn’t think he’d get up again. His uniform was starting to cling, chafing oddly when he walked.
Ray appeared in front of him suddenly. “Here. Drink this.” He thrust a glass of ice water into his hand. “And sit.” He gave him a pointed glare, then returned to the kitchen.
Fraser shook his head. “Ray, this is hardly my first experience with Chicago weather. I assure you, I –“
Ray snorted, and reappeared from the kitchen. He looked like he had stuck his head directly under the faucet, and shaken it. “Highest temperatures in more than 30 years, Fraser, and it’s only April. I don’t wanna hear it.” There was a drop of water glistening where it clung to his ear. Fraser licked his lips unconsciously. “Now sit.”
He sat.
“Don’t think I don't know what you’re thinking about, there, Frase,” Ray knelt swiftly at his feet, fingers picking surely at the laces of his boots. Ray had already kicked off his own shoes and socks; Fraser could see the pale curves of his feet where they tucked under his legs. Ray caught his eye and grinned at him.
“I’m certain I have no idea what you mean, Ray.” He took a sip of the ice water, suddenly flush with a heat that had nothing to do with the weather. He could feel the cold flooding through him, sinking into his stomach.
“Take that tunic off, you’re like your own personal furnace without that thing, anyway.” With a grunt, Ray slid off one boot and set it aside. He pulled off the sock, too, which clung limply. Fraser unbuttoned and removed the tunic quickly and set it aside, relieved to be out of it. He shrugged out of the suspenders and yanked both shirts off over his head in one move. “Benton Fraser, what the hell were you thinking, wearing three fucking layers?” Ray yanked the other boot off sharply. The use of his first name caught him by surprise momentarily, and made him think of his grandmother, scolding him for tracking snow inside. Though she never cursed. “No one can even tell if you’re wearing anything under the serge at all.” He flicked the second sock at him, irritated.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Ray?” He took a moment to admire the play of muscles across Ray’s shoulders as he leaned forward to tug sharply at the laces of his jodhpurs. He’d stripped to his tank after leaving the station, abandoning his t-shirt to the car.
“You know it, Frase.” Satisfied at last, Ray sprang up, his face alight. Extending a hand, he helped Fraser upright. Fraser leaned into it, enjoying Ray’s scent. Fingers tugging at Ray’s shirt, he licked a broad swatch along his neck from his collarbone up to his ear. Ray inhaled sharply in response, and pulled away. He batted hastily at the pants. “’Cmon, off with ‘em.” Fraser removed them swiftly, and was rewarded with a warm, wet kiss as Ray explored his mouth eagerly, crushing denim to cotton as he ground their hips together. Ray’s back was slick as well as Fraser moved his hands across it easily.
Ray stepped back with another short kiss, and Fraser had to bite back a groan. He leaned forward, and Ray wrapped one arm around his waist, holding his other hand in Fraser’s, in a parody of dancing. He grinned, eyes flicking from Fraser to the rest of the room. “It looks like a Mountie melted all over my apartment.”
“If you don’t do something soon, I think I’m going to explode all over your apartment,” Fraser muttered, biting his lover’s shoulder lightly.
“Mmmm, yeah.” Ray did a careful little backwards shuffle, taking Fraser with him. “Don’t worry, I definitely plan to do something about that.” He let his hand drift down from Fraser’s hip, pressing lightly at his erection.
Fraser let Ray lead him to the bathroom, watching Ray strip as he walked, casually tossing his clothing behind him as he went. He removed his own underwear as well.
“Been thinking about this all day. ‘Cmere.” Ray dragged him under the spray and Fraser went willingly, reaching down greedily to lap up Ray’s scent, before the shower could wash it all away. Ray’s knowing chuckle was almost lost in the scatter of manmade rainfall, the humidity of the air counteracted by the coolness of the water. Fraser could feel the water washing away the stickiness of the sweat, releasing the dullness from his skin, sensitizing it. Goosebumps pricked up along his skin, and he shivered as Ray turned and followed their path with his fingertips, ghosting up his arm, along his collarbone, and down across his chest. Fingers found one nipple, then the other, tweaking them gently. A warm mouth followed, soothing.
Fraser widened his stance, bracing his back against the wall of the shower. He pulled Ray to him, their bodies pressed together from chest to groin. Ray kissed him fiercely, bracing himself against the wall with his arms. Fraser pressed one hand into the hollow of his hip. The other trailed down Ray’s spine, following the droplets path down to the crease of Ray’s ass. As he slid his fingers in, Ray hissed into his mouth and bucked against him, his erection swelling further. He teased Ray’s opening briefly, then retreated.
“Tease,” Ray muttered as he pulled away reluctantly.
“Shh,” Fraser admonished, brushing his thumbs across Ray’s lower lip. He sunk to his knees slowly, and buried his face in Ray’s groin. His scent was strong there, unable to be wholly washed away by the water, and boosted by his arousal. He breathed in deeply. Again. This was it. This was Ray. This was where he wanted to be. He reached out with his tongue, licking along Ray’s balls. Ray shuddered and arched at his touch.
“Jeezus, Fraser. ‘F you don’t do something soon, I’m going to explode.” Ray’s cock was straining upwards eagerly, and Fraser swallowed him to the root before backing off quickly, lapping along the head. The sudden shock of heat had Ray straining not to thrust forward. “Shit!” Ray sagged back against the shower wall, letting one hand fall to tangle in Fraser’s hair. Fraser’s own hands were busy pinning Ray’s hips to the wall.
He had adjusted to the coolness of the water by now, and while it was a welcome relief from the sweltering oppression of earlier, he welcomed the similar slickness as the droplets flowed over Ray’s body and onto his. The air felt charged around him. He lapped his tongue down Ray’s penis, following the flicker of the vein underneath with his tongue.
“God, Fraser, Jeezus, Jeezus, gonna cum all over you...” Ray babbled. His hand fisted in Fraser’s hair. He paused momentarily to enjoy the sensation, then swallowed Ray down all the way again, humming deep in his throat, and Ray gave a choked cry and one more aborted jerk of his hips and he was coming. Fraser drank greedily, letting the shower wash away anything that spilled.
He stood carefully, his knees slightly wobbly. Ray wrapped one arm around him and leaned into him, kissing him deeply, tasting himself.
“God, Fraser, you taste so good...”
“Mmm, Ray...” Ray’s hand found his erection and pumped it eagerly. His mouth latched onto a point just below his collarbone and he sucked hard, marking Fraser.
“Come for me Frase.” He bit the spot lightly. “Come.” Harder.
With a cry, Fraser reached his own orgasm, and reached forward to grip Ray’s shoulder, fighting his reaction to throw his head back.
When he opened his eyes again, Ray was licking his fingers, one by one, a smoldering look in his eyes. He chuckled.
“Sometimes the best way to cool down’s a little hot action, huh?” He did a little shimmy with his hips, then leaned forward to kiss Fraser gently. He made sure they were both clean, then shut off the water.
They toweled off a little, but there wasn’t point in much more, especially with all the moisture in the air. The fan was on in the bedroom, helping to move the air around, and the apartment had by now cooled off nicely. Ray ushered Fraser into bed ahead of him, then flopped down himself. He snapped the top sheet up over their heads with a flick of his wrists, and let it drift down softly, so that it covered them, but didn’t cling too much. Fraser hummed his happiness as Ray dropped a quick kiss on his brow.
“Sleep. Once the sun goes down, it should cool down a little. We’ll go rescue Dief from Turnbull, maybe go take a walk in the park. It’s too early for fireflies, yet, but Dief’ll find something to chase.”
“And we’ll get all nice and sweaty again,” Fraser murmured, hiding his smile in Ray’s hair.
Ray answered with a grin of his own. “And we’ll just have to come back and cool down again.”
“Right you are, Ray. Right you are.”
Author:
pocketmouseRating: smut
Summary: Summer in Chicago can be very hot.
Notes: This started off as a writing exercise, tried to develop a plot, then kind of just devolved into mindless smut.
He could feel the sweat dripping off of him, beading up to slide down the small of his back unexpectedly. The red serge might hide a multitude of sins, but it also retained heat with undue efficiency. If he were to take off the tunic (not that he would, not while on duty), he was sure he would find his under-shirt soaked in several places.
But right now, sweat was good. Sweat was good, so long as one was in motion. He could feel it sliding through his hair, past the crown of his hat, and down along his temple. The air around him was thick and warm, but managed enough of a breeze as he rushed by to cool the sweat slightly, the slight shock of it helping to keep him on the alert. He pumped his legs harder, the sweat pouring off him lessening the resistance created by his uniform. He could hear Ray’s footsteps behind him increase as well. He wished fleetingly that Diefenbaker was with them as well, but the half-wolf was miserable in the sudden heat wave, even inside the air-conditioned Consulate.
Through the crush of people around them, their quarry’s goal became obvious – Union Station. Ray’s footsteps pounded away as he curved around to try and cut the suspect off. The purse-snatcher dashed down the escalator, shoving past the commuters around him. Bracing himself, Fraser took the staircase, three at a time, until he reached the landing, and vaulted over.
Just as he was reaching into the tuck, however, preparing to disengage, his grip slipped. Sweat-slicked hands lost their purchase on the cool metal, smaller in diameter than he had originally calculated. They snapped closed, blunt nails cutting against the flesh of his palms, and his calculated descent uncoiled into an awkward tumble.
He came down hard on his shoulder, but rolled with it, finding his feet again and springing up into a lunge, the criminal finally within arm’s reach. One arm raised to shove a shoulder, and the other reached forward to wrap around the purse-snatcher’s torso, and he turned on one leg, taking his prey down at last, driving him into the solid barrier of a concrete pylon.
The roar of blood rushing through his veins nearly deafened him, and he could barely hear Ray, as he came around the corner, gun drawn, shouting at the criminal as he cuffed him, and read him a ... rather colorful version of his Miranda Rights. He leaned into the thug, more as a matter of sudden unsteadiness than any intent to threaten or overwhelm. Ray dragged the man down, and Fraser leaned back into the coolness of the pylon, trying to even out his ragged breathing. He closed his eyes and let his head thud back dully. It felt slick against the concrete, and he realized that in his tumble he must have lost his hat. It was surprising he hadn’t lost it earlier. Sweat slipped warmly past his waistband, and he resisted the urge to squirm.
“...ser? Yo, Frase!” His eyes shot open and he snapped upright, realizing Ray had been calling him. For a while, if the intent look on his face was anything to go by.
“Yes, Ray?” His voice came out a dry croak. He grimaced and tried to swallow.
“I was gonna ask if you were OK, but –“ Ray snorted and rolled his head and shoulder in a bit of body language that, loosely translated, meant ‘Fraser’s being an idiot.’ “Yer obviously not. ‘Cmon, let’s get this loser down to the station, and we can go cool off, huh?”
He could only nod. He pushed himself away from the pylon, retrieved his hat, and followed Ray back up the stairs into the thickness of the city heat.
-/-/-/-
In the end, it was almost an hour before they managed to escape to Ray’s apartment, between the long trudge back to the car, and trying to sort out the matter of the marijuana they found in the stolen purse the thief had held onto throughout the chase. Fraser had downed multiple cups of water from the bubbler in the squad room, but the air in the station was the same stifling hot air as outside, simply blown around by the fans on almost every available surface. Ray’s car was little better; they spent most of the ride back with the windows rolled down, eager for the hot breeze rising from the pavement. Fraser felt sure that if he looked at the seat when he rose, there would be a wet, Mountie-shaped impression there.
The apartment was blissfully cool, and dark. All of the curtains were closed, and the air conditioning had been nudged up to full blast the minute they walked in the door. Fraser set his hat down but remained standing. If he sat down now, he didn’t think he’d get up again. His uniform was starting to cling, chafing oddly when he walked.
Ray appeared in front of him suddenly. “Here. Drink this.” He thrust a glass of ice water into his hand. “And sit.” He gave him a pointed glare, then returned to the kitchen.
Fraser shook his head. “Ray, this is hardly my first experience with Chicago weather. I assure you, I –“
Ray snorted, and reappeared from the kitchen. He looked like he had stuck his head directly under the faucet, and shaken it. “Highest temperatures in more than 30 years, Fraser, and it’s only April. I don’t wanna hear it.” There was a drop of water glistening where it clung to his ear. Fraser licked his lips unconsciously. “Now sit.”
He sat.
“Don’t think I don't know what you’re thinking about, there, Frase,” Ray knelt swiftly at his feet, fingers picking surely at the laces of his boots. Ray had already kicked off his own shoes and socks; Fraser could see the pale curves of his feet where they tucked under his legs. Ray caught his eye and grinned at him.
“I’m certain I have no idea what you mean, Ray.” He took a sip of the ice water, suddenly flush with a heat that had nothing to do with the weather. He could feel the cold flooding through him, sinking into his stomach.
“Take that tunic off, you’re like your own personal furnace without that thing, anyway.” With a grunt, Ray slid off one boot and set it aside. He pulled off the sock, too, which clung limply. Fraser unbuttoned and removed the tunic quickly and set it aside, relieved to be out of it. He shrugged out of the suspenders and yanked both shirts off over his head in one move. “Benton Fraser, what the hell were you thinking, wearing three fucking layers?” Ray yanked the other boot off sharply. The use of his first name caught him by surprise momentarily, and made him think of his grandmother, scolding him for tracking snow inside. Though she never cursed. “No one can even tell if you’re wearing anything under the serge at all.” He flicked the second sock at him, irritated.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Ray?” He took a moment to admire the play of muscles across Ray’s shoulders as he leaned forward to tug sharply at the laces of his jodhpurs. He’d stripped to his tank after leaving the station, abandoning his t-shirt to the car.
“You know it, Frase.” Satisfied at last, Ray sprang up, his face alight. Extending a hand, he helped Fraser upright. Fraser leaned into it, enjoying Ray’s scent. Fingers tugging at Ray’s shirt, he licked a broad swatch along his neck from his collarbone up to his ear. Ray inhaled sharply in response, and pulled away. He batted hastily at the pants. “’Cmon, off with ‘em.” Fraser removed them swiftly, and was rewarded with a warm, wet kiss as Ray explored his mouth eagerly, crushing denim to cotton as he ground their hips together. Ray’s back was slick as well as Fraser moved his hands across it easily.
Ray stepped back with another short kiss, and Fraser had to bite back a groan. He leaned forward, and Ray wrapped one arm around his waist, holding his other hand in Fraser’s, in a parody of dancing. He grinned, eyes flicking from Fraser to the rest of the room. “It looks like a Mountie melted all over my apartment.”
“If you don’t do something soon, I think I’m going to explode all over your apartment,” Fraser muttered, biting his lover’s shoulder lightly.
“Mmmm, yeah.” Ray did a careful little backwards shuffle, taking Fraser with him. “Don’t worry, I definitely plan to do something about that.” He let his hand drift down from Fraser’s hip, pressing lightly at his erection.
Fraser let Ray lead him to the bathroom, watching Ray strip as he walked, casually tossing his clothing behind him as he went. He removed his own underwear as well.
“Been thinking about this all day. ‘Cmere.” Ray dragged him under the spray and Fraser went willingly, reaching down greedily to lap up Ray’s scent, before the shower could wash it all away. Ray’s knowing chuckle was almost lost in the scatter of manmade rainfall, the humidity of the air counteracted by the coolness of the water. Fraser could feel the water washing away the stickiness of the sweat, releasing the dullness from his skin, sensitizing it. Goosebumps pricked up along his skin, and he shivered as Ray turned and followed their path with his fingertips, ghosting up his arm, along his collarbone, and down across his chest. Fingers found one nipple, then the other, tweaking them gently. A warm mouth followed, soothing.
Fraser widened his stance, bracing his back against the wall of the shower. He pulled Ray to him, their bodies pressed together from chest to groin. Ray kissed him fiercely, bracing himself against the wall with his arms. Fraser pressed one hand into the hollow of his hip. The other trailed down Ray’s spine, following the droplets path down to the crease of Ray’s ass. As he slid his fingers in, Ray hissed into his mouth and bucked against him, his erection swelling further. He teased Ray’s opening briefly, then retreated.
“Tease,” Ray muttered as he pulled away reluctantly.
“Shh,” Fraser admonished, brushing his thumbs across Ray’s lower lip. He sunk to his knees slowly, and buried his face in Ray’s groin. His scent was strong there, unable to be wholly washed away by the water, and boosted by his arousal. He breathed in deeply. Again. This was it. This was Ray. This was where he wanted to be. He reached out with his tongue, licking along Ray’s balls. Ray shuddered and arched at his touch.
“Jeezus, Fraser. ‘F you don’t do something soon, I’m going to explode.” Ray’s cock was straining upwards eagerly, and Fraser swallowed him to the root before backing off quickly, lapping along the head. The sudden shock of heat had Ray straining not to thrust forward. “Shit!” Ray sagged back against the shower wall, letting one hand fall to tangle in Fraser’s hair. Fraser’s own hands were busy pinning Ray’s hips to the wall.
He had adjusted to the coolness of the water by now, and while it was a welcome relief from the sweltering oppression of earlier, he welcomed the similar slickness as the droplets flowed over Ray’s body and onto his. The air felt charged around him. He lapped his tongue down Ray’s penis, following the flicker of the vein underneath with his tongue.
“God, Fraser, Jeezus, Jeezus, gonna cum all over you...” Ray babbled. His hand fisted in Fraser’s hair. He paused momentarily to enjoy the sensation, then swallowed Ray down all the way again, humming deep in his throat, and Ray gave a choked cry and one more aborted jerk of his hips and he was coming. Fraser drank greedily, letting the shower wash away anything that spilled.
He stood carefully, his knees slightly wobbly. Ray wrapped one arm around him and leaned into him, kissing him deeply, tasting himself.
“God, Fraser, you taste so good...”
“Mmm, Ray...” Ray’s hand found his erection and pumped it eagerly. His mouth latched onto a point just below his collarbone and he sucked hard, marking Fraser.
“Come for me Frase.” He bit the spot lightly. “Come.” Harder.
With a cry, Fraser reached his own orgasm, and reached forward to grip Ray’s shoulder, fighting his reaction to throw his head back.
When he opened his eyes again, Ray was licking his fingers, one by one, a smoldering look in his eyes. He chuckled.
“Sometimes the best way to cool down’s a little hot action, huh?” He did a little shimmy with his hips, then leaned forward to kiss Fraser gently. He made sure they were both clean, then shut off the water.
They toweled off a little, but there wasn’t point in much more, especially with all the moisture in the air. The fan was on in the bedroom, helping to move the air around, and the apartment had by now cooled off nicely. Ray ushered Fraser into bed ahead of him, then flopped down himself. He snapped the top sheet up over their heads with a flick of his wrists, and let it drift down softly, so that it covered them, but didn’t cling too much. Fraser hummed his happiness as Ray dropped a quick kiss on his brow.
“Sleep. Once the sun goes down, it should cool down a little. We’ll go rescue Dief from Turnbull, maybe go take a walk in the park. It’s too early for fireflies, yet, but Dief’ll find something to chase.”
“And we’ll get all nice and sweaty again,” Fraser murmured, hiding his smile in Ray’s hair.
Ray answered with a grin of his own. “And we’ll just have to come back and cool down again.”
“Right you are, Ray. Right you are.”
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Date: 2005-07-11 01:24 am (UTC)You've already delayed my overdue bedtime, but..er...like I care? :) Anyway, I like it. I was thinking of the summer I was in Chicago, and how freakin hot and humid it was then, too! Loved the shower scene, very nice sensual description, as well as the chase :) It's nice to read action scenes. (take that however you will :) )
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