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Prompt: Fuck or Die. Evil criminal mastermind sends henchpersons to take over the 2-7 and "make Fraser and Vecchio fuck" in public. Evil mastermind hasn't specified which Vecchio, so Frannie tries to convince the bandits it should be her. Fraser refuses on the grounds that it would compromise the lady's reputation, and Frannie relents because sex really messes up her hair. Fraser chooses RayK instead, who is a faux-Vecchio, but the crooks don't know that, and whose hair is already experimental anyway, and they fuck. On RayK's desk. In front of the usual residents of the bullpen and anybody else who would be interesting (or interested). Later, somebody has to talk Fraser out of arresting himself for public lewdness. Turns out the henchpersons garbled the instructions; they really were supposed to "fuck over Fraser and Vecchio." Oops.
Warnings: NC-17, public sex, voyeurism, stupidity, really bad coffee
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j_s_cavalcante
rating/warnings/etc: NC-17 unbetaed PWP. Warnings for a multitasking Fraser and less-than-perfect punctuation.
"Lie back and think of the Queen," Ray whispered in Fraser's ear and slid down to his knees.
If he was honest with himself (and Fraser) he'd admit that his reasons for agreeing (and insisting) were far from noble. On more than one occasion he's imagined unbuttoning Fraser's pants and sucking him off right there in the bullpen. Fraser had the habit of standing right behind Ray as they were looking over files, his crotch pressed against the back of Ray's chair. It always seemed like a great (if queer) idea to turn around and just do it.
Ray didn't actually think about it. Just sometimes. Little flashes, images that went straight to his cock, shelved for much later.
Ray didn't think about it because Ray never allowed himself to believe anything like that could happen. Not in private and most certainly not in public. Which was probably his first mistake, because he should have known by now that anything can happen where the Mountie's concerned.
Fraser had his eyes closed, his knuckles white where he was gripping the desk. Rubbing the front of his pants, it surprised Ray to find hardness beneath his palm. He thought (or hoped) that Fraser wanted it, wanted him, but he knew none of it really mattered because this wasn't something that could happen. As he worked on the buttons, he leaned forward and licked Fraser's tense fingers and felt them uncurl under his tongue.
It must have been the right thing to do, because Fraser gained some of his composure back, nervousness leaving him long enough to tug at his collar in a struggle for more air. Take it off, let me see you Ray thought, but said nothing because he had a beautiful cock in his hand, begging to be licked.
Ray didn't know what to do first. He wanted to take it all in his mouth but hated the thought of not looking. Every stroke was beautiful, the head coming out every time Ray's hand stretched the skin. A drop of liquid had gathered at the tip and Ray swiped at it with his tongue, quickly leaning back to watch Fraser's cock harden even more. After that his choices seemed limited, because he couldn't not taste and lick and suckle on every inch of skin presented to him.
When he felt a hand on his shoulder, Ray looked up and almost came from the desire in Fraser's eyes. Forced to close his eyes, his mouth instinctively took in the head of Fraser's cock and sucked lightly, taking more of his length with every little thrust of hips. It wasn't very elegant, but he knew that it was wet and hot, and that sometimes it's enough and, sometimes it's more than enough and, sometimes it's just greatness. He couldn't be sure which this was because Fraser was muttering above him, something that sounded way too eloquent for someone on the receiving end of a blowjob.
Not that Ray could hear any of it, what with all his blood having a picnic at his crotch, leaving his head numb.
Relaxing his throat, he started sucking harder, swallowing the length as best as he could. By the time he had all of Fraser in his mouth, the hand had moved from his shoulder and was intently gripping the back of his head. Fraser tugged and pushed and didn't seem to care about Ray's hair all that much. And, fuck yeah, that would definitely mess up Frannie's hair, but Ray didn't mind, wanted it, really. Didn't want Frannie's hair messed up at all. Good thing Fraser (picked Ray and) decided they should do this, instead.
Altruism was overrated.
Fraser had stopped muttering and was calling his name. Ray looked up (it was only polite) and found his eyes unfocused, vaguely following the movement of his cock fucking Ray's mouth. The repeated, "Ray, Ray, f... Ray," that came out was more like a breathless mantra.
The sound of it almost made him cream his pants, but he wasn't a teenager and he was a little too desperate and afraid that this will be his last and only chance of Fraser ever touching him. If it was, he was going to savor it, claim Fraser as his in front of everyone. It only made the whole thing more exciting, knowing that he'll have Fraser at least once and people will know it. Even if they don't know the significance.
The moan that broke out of Fraser's lips echoed through the room, deep and hoarse, louder than the phones that never stopped ringing. Ray dreamed of that moan and always felt empty when he couldn't remember in the morning. He sucked harder, slipping a hand to cup Fraser's balls, hoping to get another moan. The second one was different, higher, but not as good as the third that came when they're eyes locked. It held Ray's name in it and it was the only warning he had before Fraser spilled in his mouth.
Warm come coated his tongue, sliding down his throat with Fraser's thrusts. Ray licked and swallowed all of it, hunting stray flavor all over the softening cock. This. This was his new favorite flavor. The lingering taste of bad coffee mixed (and greatly improved) with Fraser's come. Better than pizza. Better than Stella's shoulder in a summer dress. He couldn't get enough of it, his tongue poking out even after Fraser has pulled him off.
"Ray," -- "Fraser," they said at the same time, both their voices hoarse.
Fraser still looked too stunned for coherence, so Ray decided to get up and kiss him. By the way Fraser kissed him back, it looked like Fraser found a new favorite flavor as well. Ray had no problem sharing because Fraser's mouth was perfect (as he just knew it would be).
When they broke off, they were both still breathless. Ray didn't remember ever seeing the Serge so messy. (Fuckable.) It was almost enough to distract him from the silence around them.
"Why is everyone asleep?" he asked, looking around the room
"I..." Fraser started and choked a little, blushing now, and not when he has his cock down his partner's throat. "As I'm sure you remember, I have some experience in hypnosis, though never on such a mass audience. It turns out that the administration manual has a rather powerful pull and I managed to lull them all into a deep enough sleep."
"While I was sucking you?" Ray asked just to snap Fraser out of the apologetic mode he was getting in.
"Ah. Yes, well. My mind seemed to clear easily and engage creatively while you were..." he said and straightened, tucking his equipment back in his pants as a distraction from finishing that sentence. "You're very good at that," he added, obviously meant as a compliment, too deadpan and formal to be mocking.
"Thank you, Fraser," Ray said, bemused.
"Would you like me to, ah, that is to say --"
Ray stopped him with a press of lips. "No. Tell me about the henchmen."
That seemed to settle him down, so he stood up straighter and took a deep breath. "I managed to convince them that they got their instructions wrong. A small adjustment to the original phrasing and now they believe they were sent to 'fuck over Fraser and Vecchio' I sent them back with the memory of this day erased. They will probably come back tomorrow, but we should be adequately prepared and have the mastermind of the whole operation in custody by then."
"Whose name and address you already got from them," Ray said.
Fraser nodded though it wasn't a question. "Now, despite the circumstances, I must insist that I be arrested for a number of charges including indecent exposure and sexual harassment," he said.
"Sexual harassment. By you?"
"Yes, Ray. I resolved the situation and didn't -- couldn't stop you from continuing an act that must have been humiliating to your person. In fact, I willfully manipulated the situation by insuring that we wouldn't be interrupted. I have a legal and moral responsibility for an official penalty, if only in hope that after my debt is paid you would still consider me a friend."
Ray thought about that for a moment, grabbed Fraser's hand and pressed it against the front of his jeans. "Don't feel very harassed," he said. Then he kissed him, only to feel Fraser groan in his mouth before he starts babbling about natural physical reactions.
"I wanted it, Fraser. Wanted you," Ray said, thinking this is it. "Hell, I jumped at the chance." Fraser hadn't stopped rubbing and it only helped encourage Ray. "Want you bent over my desk." The last came out as a strangled whisper, drowned out by Fraser's Yes.
Well, fuck. Not like Ray's gonna get another shot at this.
Prompt: Fuck or Die. Evil criminal mastermind sends henchpersons to take over the 2-7 and "make Fraser and Vecchio fuck" in public. Evil mastermind hasn't specified which Vecchio, so Frannie tries to convince the bandits it should be her. Fraser refuses on the grounds that it would compromise the lady's reputation, and Frannie relents because sex really messes up her hair. Fraser chooses RayK instead, who is a faux-Vecchio, but the crooks don't know that, and whose hair is already experimental anyway, and they fuck. On RayK's desk. In front of the usual residents of the bullpen and anybody else who would be interesting (or interested). Later, somebody has to talk Fraser out of arresting himself for public lewdness. Turns out the henchpersons garbled the instructions; they really were supposed to "fuck over Fraser and Vecchio." Oops.
Warnings: NC-17, public sex, voyeurism, stupidity, really bad coffee
Prompt written by:
j_s_cavalcanterating/warnings/etc: NC-17 unbetaed PWP. Warnings for a multitasking Fraser and less-than-perfect punctuation.
"Lie back and think of the Queen," Ray whispered in Fraser's ear and slid down to his knees.
If he was honest with himself (and Fraser) he'd admit that his reasons for agreeing (and insisting) were far from noble. On more than one occasion he's imagined unbuttoning Fraser's pants and sucking him off right there in the bullpen. Fraser had the habit of standing right behind Ray as they were looking over files, his crotch pressed against the back of Ray's chair. It always seemed like a great (if queer) idea to turn around and just do it.
Ray didn't actually think about it. Just sometimes. Little flashes, images that went straight to his cock, shelved for much later.
Ray didn't think about it because Ray never allowed himself to believe anything like that could happen. Not in private and most certainly not in public. Which was probably his first mistake, because he should have known by now that anything can happen where the Mountie's concerned.
Fraser had his eyes closed, his knuckles white where he was gripping the desk. Rubbing the front of his pants, it surprised Ray to find hardness beneath his palm. He thought (or hoped) that Fraser wanted it, wanted him, but he knew none of it really mattered because this wasn't something that could happen. As he worked on the buttons, he leaned forward and licked Fraser's tense fingers and felt them uncurl under his tongue.
It must have been the right thing to do, because Fraser gained some of his composure back, nervousness leaving him long enough to tug at his collar in a struggle for more air. Take it off, let me see you Ray thought, but said nothing because he had a beautiful cock in his hand, begging to be licked.
Ray didn't know what to do first. He wanted to take it all in his mouth but hated the thought of not looking. Every stroke was beautiful, the head coming out every time Ray's hand stretched the skin. A drop of liquid had gathered at the tip and Ray swiped at it with his tongue, quickly leaning back to watch Fraser's cock harden even more. After that his choices seemed limited, because he couldn't not taste and lick and suckle on every inch of skin presented to him.
When he felt a hand on his shoulder, Ray looked up and almost came from the desire in Fraser's eyes. Forced to close his eyes, his mouth instinctively took in the head of Fraser's cock and sucked lightly, taking more of his length with every little thrust of hips. It wasn't very elegant, but he knew that it was wet and hot, and that sometimes it's enough and, sometimes it's more than enough and, sometimes it's just greatness. He couldn't be sure which this was because Fraser was muttering above him, something that sounded way too eloquent for someone on the receiving end of a blowjob.
Not that Ray could hear any of it, what with all his blood having a picnic at his crotch, leaving his head numb.
Relaxing his throat, he started sucking harder, swallowing the length as best as he could. By the time he had all of Fraser in his mouth, the hand had moved from his shoulder and was intently gripping the back of his head. Fraser tugged and pushed and didn't seem to care about Ray's hair all that much. And, fuck yeah, that would definitely mess up Frannie's hair, but Ray didn't mind, wanted it, really. Didn't want Frannie's hair messed up at all. Good thing Fraser (picked Ray and) decided they should do this, instead.
Altruism was overrated.
Fraser had stopped muttering and was calling his name. Ray looked up (it was only polite) and found his eyes unfocused, vaguely following the movement of his cock fucking Ray's mouth. The repeated, "Ray, Ray, f... Ray," that came out was more like a breathless mantra.
The sound of it almost made him cream his pants, but he wasn't a teenager and he was a little too desperate and afraid that this will be his last and only chance of Fraser ever touching him. If it was, he was going to savor it, claim Fraser as his in front of everyone. It only made the whole thing more exciting, knowing that he'll have Fraser at least once and people will know it. Even if they don't know the significance.
The moan that broke out of Fraser's lips echoed through the room, deep and hoarse, louder than the phones that never stopped ringing. Ray dreamed of that moan and always felt empty when he couldn't remember in the morning. He sucked harder, slipping a hand to cup Fraser's balls, hoping to get another moan. The second one was different, higher, but not as good as the third that came when they're eyes locked. It held Ray's name in it and it was the only warning he had before Fraser spilled in his mouth.
Warm come coated his tongue, sliding down his throat with Fraser's thrusts. Ray licked and swallowed all of it, hunting stray flavor all over the softening cock. This. This was his new favorite flavor. The lingering taste of bad coffee mixed (and greatly improved) with Fraser's come. Better than pizza. Better than Stella's shoulder in a summer dress. He couldn't get enough of it, his tongue poking out even after Fraser has pulled him off.
"Ray," -- "Fraser," they said at the same time, both their voices hoarse.
Fraser still looked too stunned for coherence, so Ray decided to get up and kiss him. By the way Fraser kissed him back, it looked like Fraser found a new favorite flavor as well. Ray had no problem sharing because Fraser's mouth was perfect (as he just knew it would be).
When they broke off, they were both still breathless. Ray didn't remember ever seeing the Serge so messy. (Fuckable.) It was almost enough to distract him from the silence around them.
"Why is everyone asleep?" he asked, looking around the room
"I..." Fraser started and choked a little, blushing now, and not when he has his cock down his partner's throat. "As I'm sure you remember, I have some experience in hypnosis, though never on such a mass audience. It turns out that the administration manual has a rather powerful pull and I managed to lull them all into a deep enough sleep."
"While I was sucking you?" Ray asked just to snap Fraser out of the apologetic mode he was getting in.
"Ah. Yes, well. My mind seemed to clear easily and engage creatively while you were..." he said and straightened, tucking his equipment back in his pants as a distraction from finishing that sentence. "You're very good at that," he added, obviously meant as a compliment, too deadpan and formal to be mocking.
"Thank you, Fraser," Ray said, bemused.
"Would you like me to, ah, that is to say --"
Ray stopped him with a press of lips. "No. Tell me about the henchmen."
That seemed to settle him down, so he stood up straighter and took a deep breath. "I managed to convince them that they got their instructions wrong. A small adjustment to the original phrasing and now they believe they were sent to 'fuck over Fraser and Vecchio' I sent them back with the memory of this day erased. They will probably come back tomorrow, but we should be adequately prepared and have the mastermind of the whole operation in custody by then."
"Whose name and address you already got from them," Ray said.
Fraser nodded though it wasn't a question. "Now, despite the circumstances, I must insist that I be arrested for a number of charges including indecent exposure and sexual harassment," he said.
"Sexual harassment. By you?"
"Yes, Ray. I resolved the situation and didn't -- couldn't stop you from continuing an act that must have been humiliating to your person. In fact, I willfully manipulated the situation by insuring that we wouldn't be interrupted. I have a legal and moral responsibility for an official penalty, if only in hope that after my debt is paid you would still consider me a friend."
Ray thought about that for a moment, grabbed Fraser's hand and pressed it against the front of his jeans. "Don't feel very harassed," he said. Then he kissed him, only to feel Fraser groan in his mouth before he starts babbling about natural physical reactions.
"I wanted it, Fraser. Wanted you," Ray said, thinking this is it. "Hell, I jumped at the chance." Fraser hadn't stopped rubbing and it only helped encourage Ray. "Want you bent over my desk." The last came out as a strangled whisper, drowned out by Fraser's Yes.
Well, fuck. Not like Ray's gonna get another shot at this.
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