*Sweat-drop*
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ds_flashfictionTitle: Bad Idea
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miriel
Pairing: RayK/Fraser
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Boredom leads to bad things in the office.
Notes: This is unbeta'd (which makes me cringe in my first posting to the community) due to time constraints. I'm currently in the process of road-tripping to Canada and this morning is my last internet access until after the deadline, and I promised myself I'd make an appearance on this one. *Waves* Apologies in advance for any glaring problems that may be present, as well as its length.
It had been a bad idea. He knew that the first time it popped into his head. Sex at work was never a great idea. But he was bored, and he had been sitting in Fraser’s office for close to an hour when the room’s rightful occupant finally returned from a meeting with Thatcher. So he was insistent, and one thing lead to another, and he found himself sweaty and half-naked with an equally half-naked Fraser stumbling back toward Fraser’s cot. Fraser pulled away, tried to say something, but a sharp nip to his neck and he was hard and desperate and whatever it was clearly wasn’t as important as getting horizontal and satisfied so he could think rationally.
He stumbled back, falling onto the cot and pulling Fraser with him. They squirmed and shifted, trying literally to get inside each others’ pants. When Fraser’s hand found his cock, he bucked hard, which was apparently a monumental mistake. The cot frame gave with a sickening crack and they found themselves falling.
He, being the lighter, was of course on the bottom, and landed the worst. He couldn’t muffle the yelp of pain that resulted from his shoulders striking metal. Fraser stared at him wide eyed for a moment, then opened his mouth, no doubt to lecture him about the approved weight-bearing capacity of RCMP cots, when a knock sounded at the door.
“Constable Fraser? Detective Vecchio? Are you all right?”
Author:
mirielPairing: RayK/Fraser
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Boredom leads to bad things in the office.
Notes: This is unbeta'd (which makes me cringe in my first posting to the community) due to time constraints. I'm currently in the process of road-tripping to Canada and this morning is my last internet access until after the deadline, and I promised myself I'd make an appearance on this one. *Waves* Apologies in advance for any glaring problems that may be present, as well as its length.
It had been a bad idea. He knew that the first time it popped into his head. Sex at work was never a great idea. But he was bored, and he had been sitting in Fraser’s office for close to an hour when the room’s rightful occupant finally returned from a meeting with Thatcher. So he was insistent, and one thing lead to another, and he found himself sweaty and half-naked with an equally half-naked Fraser stumbling back toward Fraser’s cot. Fraser pulled away, tried to say something, but a sharp nip to his neck and he was hard and desperate and whatever it was clearly wasn’t as important as getting horizontal and satisfied so he could think rationally.
He stumbled back, falling onto the cot and pulling Fraser with him. They squirmed and shifted, trying literally to get inside each others’ pants. When Fraser’s hand found his cock, he bucked hard, which was apparently a monumental mistake. The cot frame gave with a sickening crack and they found themselves falling.
He, being the lighter, was of course on the bottom, and landed the worst. He couldn’t muffle the yelp of pain that resulted from his shoulders striking metal. Fraser stared at him wide eyed for a moment, then opened his mouth, no doubt to lecture him about the approved weight-bearing capacity of RCMP cots, when a knock sounded at the door.
“Constable Fraser? Detective Vecchio? Are you all right?”
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Date: 2005-07-13 04:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-13 04:36 pm (UTC)Since I didn't have time to fine-tune the voices, I went with none. Glad it didn't turn out too horridly, still wish it were longer!
*Runs out of the hotel to get on the road to Fort MacLeod, AB*
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Date: 2005-07-13 05:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-13 10:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-14 12:33 pm (UTC)