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Badfic challenge: "Happily Ever After" by eledhwenlin.
Title: Happily Ever After
Prompt:
When one of Frannie's babies gets a severe case of colic, medical testsuncover the fact her children were not Immaculate Conceptions, but werefathered by six different men.
Ray Vecchio finds out and returnsto Chicago to track down and beat the shit out of each of the men.Fraser tries to talk reason to him and stop him from his mission, butVecchio won't listen to common sense. So Fraser and Ray K join Vecchioon his quest to track down the men, a journey which takes them acrossthe United States, Canada, and a side trip to a small tribal village inAfrica.
Vecchio, upset that his sister is such a whore, is in avery foul mood the entire trip, and Kowalski decides that what Vecchioneeds to snap out of it is some nice hot sex. With Kowalski himself.Because at the very least, it might make Vecchio stop staring atKowalski's crotch all the damn time.
Fraser, confused andbewildered at the changes in Vecchio and the unusual direction Vecchioand Kowalski's relationship seems to be taking, retreats insidehimself, talking only to his dead father and Diefenbaker, who isn'teven on the trip.
Meanwhile back in Chicago, Stella Kowalskioffers her own special brand of comfort and solace to Frannie,upsetting Inspector Thatcher, who has taken quite a shine to Frannieherself.
Set to a soundtrack of Tom Jones songs.
Ray/Ray possible Ray/Fraser/Ray Possible Frannie/Stella, Frannie/Meg, Meg/Stella, Meg/Frannie/Stella
[I got Ray/Ray, Ray/Ray/Fraser, implied RayK/Fraser, Frannie/Stella, implied Frannie/Meg]
Prompt written by:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pixiecatfish
rating/warnings/etc: NC17! Slash! And femmeslash! And bad dialogue. And, because I feel like it, bad English. All my language skills seem to have deserted me during this. Oh my. This is also unbetaed.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to be, Fraser thought, as he lay glumly on his (very hard and quite uncomfortable) bed in his (very cheap and absolutely disgusting) hotel room, trying very hard not to listen to the sounds coming from the room adjoining to his. It just wasn’t fair. Ray was supposed to be in his bed, evoking those delicate noises from Fraser, taking pleasure in Fraser’s body. Fraser and Ray, that was hot it was supposed to go, that was how the story should’ve been told.
The noises grew louder and he groaned as he tried (not very successfully, as he had to admit) to not be turned on by the action he knew was taking place just a scant few meters away from him. With more force than needed, he wrenched his pillow out from under his head and covered his ears. But even through the thick padding he still could hear the moans and muffled screams and it was entirely unbearable. Fraser sighed and thought back a few weeks, to the point when Ray Vecchio had returned to Chicago. Everything had seemed to be all right at the beginning. It had all started so promising for him...
***
Ray Vecchio had surprisingly turned up at Fraser’s and Ray Kowalski’s shared domicile four weeks earlier. Although he’d behaved like his usual self, Fraser had sensed an undercurrent of hidden emotions and hadn’t rested until his former partner confessed what plagued him. So it came about that his two Rays bonded (slightly) over the mutual Stella-related problems - as in her prior marriage to his other Ray, Stella had refused to bear children, a fact that troubled the Italian-American greatly. Apparently the bowling alley hadn’t worked out as well as they thought, which added business problems to their private ones (they hadn’t been short of money, what with Ray’s generous compensation and Stella’s large savings) and as a result both of them had returned to Chicago, to their respective families, to lick their wounds and figure out how to continue with their life - whether together or separated. A divorce would be the second one for each party and neither of them was very willing to take this step. Yet. Fraser soon became aware that Ray Vecchio very much wanted a family of his own - he wouldn’t back down on this at all, not even if it meant losing Stella.
The matter was additionally complicated by Ray worrying about Ray trying to put a move on Stella - he knew that the both of them had had several tête-à-têtes after their divorce and he was afraid that his predecessor would be able to sway Stella in his favour. This was something that Fraser, too, wanted to avoid, for reasons he didn’t dare to tell Ray Vecchio about. Despite his normally open-minded behaviour, Ray was still very much Italian and very much Catholic, so the fact that his best friend was indeed very much bisexual probably wouldn’t sit too well with him. As a result of all this, they spent a lot of time together at the Vecchio house, automatically including Ray Kowalski in all their activities. So it came about that they met up quite often with Francesca. When her youngest child had to be hospitalised, they, of course, took over caring for the remaining five childs, so the young mother could concentrate all her power on being with her sick child. It was during this time that Ray Vecchio - by accident and entirely not deliberately - found the birth certificates of his nieces and nephews hidden away in a drawer, while he was looking for the photo album containing pictures of the legendary Christmas celebration of 1987 - but Fraser and Ray would never find out why it was legendary, as Ray wouldn’t tell until he found the photos and after his discovery of the birth certificates (something rather unspectacular, as Fraser first thought) he forgot about everything else. It turned out he had good reasons for it, too.
***
“You’re a slut!”
“No, I’m not!”
“Yes, you are! Don’t argue with me!”
“Oh, yeah? I’ll argue with you whenever I like, bro, lemme tell you that!”
There were ways in which this conversation could be improved, Ray thought. Like him being not present, for example. Yeah, that would work real well, but unfortunately he had a two years experience of acting as Frannie’s brother. He could only assume that was why Vecchio had insisted he come along to their “confrontation about this unbelievable mess”.
The screaming continued as if Fraser and Ray weren’t even there. Fortunately Ma Vecchio wasn’t at home, but visiting an old friend, so at least the shouting match consisted only of two people - which didn’t make it better really. Fraser had long ago given up on trying to medicate, um, meditate, fuck, MEDIATE between them and was currently sitting with his face in his face, shaking his head in irregular intervals, looking as uncomfortable as Ray felt. Okay, so it had been a shock for everyone included to find out that Frannie’s immaculate conceptions weren’t as immaculate as everyone thought. It had been even worse, when Vecchio had realised that there wasn’t just one guy involved, but six. At about that time Ray had been sure that Vecchio’d pop a blood vessel and die in front of them, but apparently his blood vessels were used to the abuse, so to speak, as he was still able to yell at his baby sister at top volume. They had left behind the arguments that actually held any, y’know, content a while ago and right now it was pretty much only a matter of who could be louder. It reminded Ray of the arguments he and his brother used to have, when they were both in grad school and fighting over the coloured pencils at home. Now he could finally understand why they’d given their mother all those headaches back then. It wasn’t really pretty to listen to.
“Explain how this happened!”
Frannie laughed haughtily - a rather nasty sound, if you asked Ray. Which nobody did, by the way.
“Oh, Ray, considering your tries with Stella, I don’t think I really need to explain how it came about, comprende?”
Vecchio turned first pale, then an alarming shade of red, at which point Ray found it necessary to intervene. And, ohgod, now even the little voice in his head sounded like FRASER and was this day ever going to end? In this century or something?
“Hey, perhaps we all could take a break and cool down a bit.”
That was apparently the wrong thing to say.
“Cool down?! COOL DOWN?!? My sister’s been sleeping around all of Chicago and I’m supposed to COOL DOWN?”
“Perhaps you could just shut up.”
Three pair of eyes widened and three people turned simultaneously to stare open-mouthed at the fourth person in the room. Fraser had stood up and was now pacing in the living room, obviously unaware of the shock he’d induced in the other occupants of the room. Ray shook himself. Benton Fraser, constable of the RCMP, swearing? God, this must’ve been getting on his nerves really badly for Fraser to lose it like that. Still oblivious to them, Fraser ranted on.
“Ray, I don’t really understand why you’re so upset about this - after all what’s done, is done. The children are born and we have no evidence of Francesca being sexually promiscuous at the moment - as I understood it, she’s happy as a single mother. There’s nothing you can change about the situation.
And, Francesca, it doesn’t do any good under these circumstances to be baiting Ray. You see his obvious disapproval and yet you ‘egg him on’, as the common term is, I believe? You add to his aggravation, thus making a friendly reconciliation of your brother-sister-relationship, if not possible, then at least harder to achieve than necessary.
And, thirdly, Ray, you...”
Fraser stopped and turned toward Ray, a frown marring his beautiful face. And if Ray kept thinking of Fraser’s face as beautiful, he was going to have to have himself put into one of those nice institutions where they’d give him lots of happy pills. This wasn’t helped at all by his fingers twitching with the wish to smooth down the frown.
“Ray, I am proud of you that you’re actively trying to assist the Vecchios with settling their argument non-violently, although your attempts have largely unsuccessful.”
No, Ray’s ears weren’t getting warm and he wasn’t about to blush, just because Fraser had complimented him on something he... well, Ray didn’t really have to help them, but he wanted to. After all, he’d BEEN Ray Vecchio for a real long time.
“We’re sorry.”
Francesca sounded as abashed as she looked. Vecchio just nodded once, then he stared out of the window. Apparently they had at least come to a stillstand and no further shouting was to be expected. When you worked with Fraser, you learned to appreciate small favours, like kevlar vests and conveniently placed dumpsters and gangster that were too dump to use a gun.
“Yeah, we are.” Vecchio’s voice still had something scathing about it, but for the most part he pulled the sincere apology off. Good enough for Ray, at least. Fraser bristled a bit, but for once he didn’t say anything. The room fell silent for a few minutes. The crisis was over.
“Are they at least paying?” Ah, apparently not yet.
Frannie stared at her brother like a deer into headlights. That was not a good sign.
“Paying?”
“Yeah, paying. Child support, alimonies, whatever. So, are they?”
Frannie was silent and that was answer enough.
“Oh, GREAT. First they bang you up and then they’re not even supporting their children?!”
“Yeah, so what are you gonna do about them? Beat them up or something?”
Vecchio opened his mouth to yell back at Frannie, but then something strange happen. Suddenly his eyes shone brightly and he nodded vehemently. “Yeah. That’s what I’m gonna do. I’m going to find those bastards and then I’m going to teach them a lesson about what it means to knock up my little sister.”
He took the birth certificates and copied the names down. Frannie just stared at him. Fraser seemed to be not understanding what was going on, so it was up to Ray to bring Vecchio back to his senses.
“Are you out of your mind?” Ray never said he had the best strategy for everything. But it worked. Mostly.
Unfortunately Vecchio didn’t even notice and started talking to Fraser instead.
“I got the names, now I’m gonna head back to the 27th and then I’m going to get their addresses. See you later.”
And then he was gone, leaving them flummoxed behind. Only when they heard the machine of the Riv gearing up (Ray didn’t know where exactly Vecchio had gotten another one and he wasn’t so sure he wanted to know), Frannie broke out of her trance and turned to Fraser.
“Fraser, Fraser, you have to stop him! He can’t do this!”
It took them a while to calm her down and she only would, after they promised to take care of the problem and talk Vecchio out of his stupid plan.
***
Ray rubbed his nose bridge and sighed. “Fraser, exactly how did we end up here?”
His friend and partner shrugged, looking quite uncomfortably. “Well, this is where-”
“Fraser, I know why we’re here in this dingy old apartment. I just wanna know why we’re here. We wanted to talk Vecchio out of this, remember?”
“Well, it would seem that we were unsuccessful in our undertaking.”
Ray snorted. “Yeah, sure.”
They were in Whateverthefucktown in INDIANA, looking for a guy who turned out to be dead for three years. Great confrontation. Vecchio was still inside consoling the guy’s mother. When she’d started bawling at only the mention of her son’s name, they hadn’t dared to tell her that she’d had a grandson. Some things were better left unsaid.
“So what are we gonna do now? We can’t keep doing this.”
Fraser nodded. “You are right, Ray. Unfortunately I seem incapable of thinking up a non-confrontational way how to talk to Ray and persuade him to cease this mission of his and return to Chicago.”
Ray glanced at Fraser. “You mean you don’t know how to tell him that you wanna go back without him popping you or me one.”
“Correct.”
At this moment Vecchio returned. The encounter seemed to have taken away some of his “righteous anger”. Ray hoped that the man would listen to them now. He wanted to go back to his own apartment and jerk off to memories of Fraser sitting right next to him in the Riv (they’d staked out Vecchio from the backseat, a position that Ray would love to spend more time in, but with less Vecchio in the car.
“Let’s get the next one.”
Ray looked at Fraser. Fraser swallowed visibly.
“Ray, don’t you think that we should go back to Chicago?”
Vecchio just looked at them. Wordlessly they got into the car.
***
This was slowly turning out to be quite ridiculous. Both Fraser and Ray tried to best to sway Ray, but nothing they did helped. In fact, Ray’s mood turned fouler and fouler, the longer they spend on this trip. This in turn made his other Ray moody and bad-tempered and the disputes between them became more heated every time they clashed. Which, on the trip to Salt Lake City, Utah, where they found the father of Francesca’s second child, who was now working as a bouncer at the best-known gay bar in the city, had happened five times. Then, on the trip to father number three, they argued virtually all the time. When they found the man, he turned out to be 19 year old college student with a football scholarship. On the way to the fourth one, Fraser had been able to convince Ray that they should rest for the night, which was just as well, since his other Ray hadn’t stopped joking about how his first Ray hadn’t been able to beat anyone up yet. Which had led to a very loud argument in the motel parking lot, which none of the other clients of the establishment seemed to notice.
“You’re just frustrated ‘cause you can’t get it up anymore!”
They had digressed slightly from the original issue.
“Hey! I’m ITALIAN, I always can get it up. And I’m so not frustrated!”
“’Course you are! You’re so sexually frustrated that you’re straying from the straight path!”
“WHAT?!”
Ray laughed.
“Hey, c’mon, give it up. You been checking me out ever since we got back from the bouncer. Didja notice the posters in his bedroom? I bet you did.”
Fraser wondered whether Ray Vecchio could possibly turn any more red. It certainly looked painful.
“I’m NOT GAY!”
“Prove it.”
Silence.
“What?”
Ray walked toward Ray and stood much closer to him than Fraser liked. “Come with me and show me that this is your gun pointing at me and that you’re not happy to see me.”
He turned, opened his room and left it wide open. Ray just stared at the open door for a second before he followed his namesake. Then Fraser was left alone standing in the lot, staring at the now closed door and wondering what the hell had just happened.
***
This wasn’t the partner Ray’d been hoping for, but at least Vecchio showed some interest in him. And, fuck, that guy could kiss. And he had big hands, too. Ray groaned as Vecchio’s mouth settled on his neck, sucking and licking, while his hands were undoing his jeans and slipping inside his boxers. It had simply been too long since he’d gotten laid last and his dick was more than happy to have another hand caressing it, a hand that didn’t belong to Ray himself. He was busy getting Vecchio out of his clothes and damn, that suit was nice, but it had way too many buttons.
But soon they were both naked and then there was his cock rubbing against Vecchio’s cock and Ray whimpered. It felt too good. Vecchio had somehow gotten his hands on some lube and he was pushing a finger into Ray’s ass and Ray’s brain was going into sensory overload. He pushed down mindlessly, letting Vecchio open him up. The slick felt good on his skin and he realised that he wanted this, really wanted this, and then there was something big and hot nudging at this entrance and he was screaming his pleasure. Vecchio’s cock felt too big. When Vecchio entered him, it burned a bit, hurt in all the good ways and Ray never wanted it to end. He clenched his ass around Vecchio, tried to show him that it was okay to thrust now, couldn’t speak, words completely pushed out of his mind with each thrust of that cock into his ass. He screamed and groaned and whimpered and in-between he might also have begged, but he wasn’t so sure of that, could only feel the cock in his ass, could only feel the pleasure when it hit that sweet spot and Vecchio hit it every single time. The man was a genius.
When he felt his orgasm coming, he took his cock into his hand and started to jerk himself off roughly. Vecchio’s hand joined his and that was all he needed. With a sound that didn’t seem to come from him, but from something more primale, he came, shot his load all over their hands and the sheets. Behind him, Vecchio groaned and jerked into his ass. Sated, they both crashed down on the bed and promptly consciousness gained Ray. The last thing he noticed was Vecchio pulling his cock out and then it became dark.
***
Fraser squeezed his eyes shut and denied his hands to stray. Unfortunately keeping them at his sides seemed to take more power than he had left, as his right hand moved down to his groin again and again. Every time he snatched it back like it was burnt, but he knew that he couldn’t keep it up forever. When the sounds the two Rays were producing became even louder, Fraser couldn’t help himself. His hand went straight into his boxershorts and pulled out his penis. He decided to not think about the action going on in the room next to his, but just to satisfy himself quickly. Surely it was just pent-up frustration that had led to his arousal.
But as he started stroking himself, his mind wandered and the image of Ray lying spread out in front of him appeared in front of his inner eye. Fraser groaned and his hand became faster on his penis. Ray, skin glowing golden, panting and sweating, begging for it even... the image was too delicious, wakened too much desire to be stopped and Fraser’s breathing became laboured. Ray, as he smiled up at him and beckoned him to come. Ray, his lips wet and bruised from kissing. Ray, moaning and stroking himself. Ray, panting Fraser’s name, again and again, reaching out for him. Ray’s hand stroking Fraser’s cock.
Then suddenly a scream penetrated the thin wall between the rooms. A scream of pleasure and although Fraser had never heard the voice in this state, he knew exactly whose voice it was. He came with a groan, slowly stroking himself through the aftermath, panting. Afterwards he lay on his bed, cleaned himself up efficiently and went to sleep. His last thought before he succumbed to consciousness was that he should be ashamed of his behaviour, but Fraser couldn’t muster enough anger with himself to be shocked by his own actions.
***
In the meanwhile, Stella Kowalski-Vecchio was looking for her husband, without success. When she had arrived her sister-in-law’s house, she had found Francesca in tears and hysterical. Stella had then tried to calm her down. Kind of successfully. She still wasn’t sure how it had come about that she was sharing a bed with her sister-in-law, but it had helped Francesca. Who was just waking up from a nap. Stella stroked her forehead and marvelled at the soft skin she found there. She simply HAD to ask Francesca what kind of skincare products she was using.
“How are you feeling?”
Francesca smiled at her. “Already a lot better, thanks.”
Stella smiled back. “I’m glad about that.”
“Hm... do you want to know exactly how grateful I am?” There was a strange twinkle in Francesca’s eyes that somehow made it difficult for Stella to breathe.
“What... what do you mean?”
“This.” Francesca leaned forward and kissed her. Stella moaned and let Francesca pull her over her. Nimble fingers made short work of her blouse buttons and sooner than she thought she was stripped down efficiently by slender hands. Never one to turn down a competition, she got Francesca out of her own clothes.
They lied down, touching each other and kissing and caressing. Stella delighted in the pleasure those fingers could offer her and spread her legs slightly. Frannie took the offer for what it was. While she kissed Stella breathless, one hand caressed her breast and the other dived down, finding Stella’s pussy with easy. One finger pushed in and it didn’t take Stella long to achieve her orgasm. When she regained her breath, she kissed her way down on Frannie’s body, until she had her pussy right in front of her and then she began the serious business of eating Frannie out. Her cries showed Stella that what she was doing was indeed appreciated and a pleasure to the woman. When Frannie’s orgasm hit, she shook like an earthquake and Stella eased her through the aftermath. They hold each other for a while, caressing each other, keeping each other aroused for the second round. Then Frannie suddenly broke their kiss.
“What are we going to do about Ray and the others?”
Stella waved lazily. “Let them take care of themselves.”
***
The next morning Fraser didn’t dare to look at any Ray, for fear that his frightful behaviour of the prior night would be detected by one of his sharp-minded friends. It just wouldn’t do. Unfortunately his behaviour was noticed by them, but they interpreted it in a different way. So Fraser found out shortly after they left the fourth man (a travelling salesman for vacuum cleaners who seemed quite intimated by Ray Vecchio, who in turn pitied the man too much to do anything). When they got back into the car, Ray had got into the backseat with Fraser. He squirmed uncomfortably, so close to the object of his affection and yet damned to inactiveness. He started to feel rather hot in his uniform, as Ray sat quite close to him and was observing him like Fraser was an interesting specimen and Ray a researcher. They rode in silence for a while and Fraser started to feel more and more squeamish by each minute that passed. When Ray finally started talking to him, it was a relief - but only a short one, until Fraser realised what they were talking about.
“I’m sorry about last night.”
Fraser swallowed hard. “Nothing has happened that you have to apologise for.”
Shaking his head rapidly, Ray disagreed. “No, I have to. We were really loud and that wasn’t nice to you.”
Oh God, Fraser thought. Please don’t be talking about this. He didn’t say anything. Ray took it as disapproval and started to babble nervously.
“At first I tried to keep it quiet, but you know Vecchio, he’s not really the silent type. And it just happened and I was in the flow and it’s been a really long time, so I guess I was kinda going overboard. Only after we f-, ahem, after we were done, we realised that we must have kept you up all that time, too. And it was kinda late.”
Yes, Fraser wanted to say. Yes, you kept me up, but not in the way you think you did.
“Don’t think anything of it. It’s all right.”
Ray gave him a mournful look.
“Doesn’t it... doesn’t it bother you?”
Such a simple question, but yet so troublesome. Fraser rubbed his eyebrow as he searched for an answer that wasn’t an outright lie. A hand landing on his thigh interrupted his thoughts.
“Or... did it bother you, but in the wrong way?”
Ray’s voice sounded too near and he could feel Ray’s breath ghosting over his neck. Suddenly Fraser’s mouth was too dry to speak and all thoughts fled his mind. The hand slid higher up on his thigh and gently cupped his growing erection.
“Ray, please...” Stop? Don’t stop? Fraser wasn’t sure what he wanted to ask his partner and friend for. Ray leaned even closer and Fraser could feel his grin against his neck, as Ray started to lick his skin.
“Vecchio, find us a motel.
***
Half an hour later, Ray had the most delicious buffet laid out right in front of him. Hungrily he surveyed Fraser lying on the bed, naked and panting slightly. Ray was kneeling beside him, letting his hands roam all that pale skin freely. Lazily he pinched a nipple, then he leaned to lick at it - for amends. Fraser made the most perfect noises and grabbed clumsily at Ray’s arm. He followed all-too willingly, letting Fraser hold him close and devour him. There wasn’t really any other name for how Fraser treated him, for the wild and raw passion the man showed for him - a scrawny cop who spent too much time in the gym without it ever really showing on his body. It turned Ray even more on than Vecchio calmly watching the two of them going at it. He turned his head and winked at Vecchio. The Italian sat on a chair, pants pooling around his feet, hand lazily stroking his cock. He smiled in return and nodded his okay. Ray turned his attention back to Fraser.
They kissed passionately, tongues exploring mouths and necks and any skin they could find. Fraser even smelled like the outdoors - clean and unpolluted. But underneath all that, there still was something purely Fraser - Ray loved it. If it was possible, he decided, he’d never stop licking Fraser. He tasted better than any food Ray had ever eaten.
Vecchio made a quiet noise and Ray smiled against Fraser’s skin. Yeah, that definitely turned his crank. This beautiful man his for the taking and the most obnoxious bastard he’d ever known and who could fuck like hell watching them. It was Heaven on Earth.
Fraser pulled Ray up to kiss him soundly and messily. He let himself fall into the kiss like he was born to do it, his hands idling on Fraser’s stomach, slowly creeping southwards. The almost choking noise Fraser made, when Ray found his cock and started jerking him off was like angels’ bells ringing in his ears. Ray alternated between soft and slow strokes and fast, hard ones, rubbing his thumb across the tip of Fraser’s cock on every stroke. When they had to break their kiss for air, he slowly kissed his way downward, to his prize. At first he was fascinated by just looking at his hand around Fraser’s cock, his other hand moving to fondle his balls. Ray settled down between Fraser’s legs and watched the muscles in Fraser’s leg tensing and relaxing and listened to Fraser murmuring words he couldn’t quite understand, but whose gist he got. Before he leaned down to start sucking, he locked eyes with Fraser and made sure the Mountie was watching his every move. When his lips finally touched his cock, Fraser groaned loud and that was all the encouragement Ray needed. He licked the pre-come from the tip and pulled the foreskin back. There it sat, just waiting to be treasured. Ray didn’t let it wait long. When he sucked the tip into his mouth, he heard Fraser exhale his breath shakily and then he went at it for real. Sucking and licking, he let Fraser’s cock fill his mouth, until he felt the other man breathe jerkily and a hand landed in his hair.
“Ray... please... I’m going to... ah...”
Ray took his cock even deeper into his mouth, felt it brush against the back of his throat and swallowed. Fraser shouted something he didn’t catch and came. Ray readily swallowed it all and licked up the few drops that had escaped him. When he looked up at Fraser, he felt a Cheshire Cat on his face, but he didn’t care. He’d just blown a Mountie, some glee was definitely allowed. Fraser smiled down at him sleepily and definitely satisfied. Then he spread his legs slightly and suddenly Ray couldn’t breathe anymore.
At once he fumbled for the tube of lube they had bought earlier and spread some on his fingers. Fraser lifted one leg and so made it even easier for Ray to slip one finger into his (very, very tight) ass. As soon as Fraser relaxed around it, he added another one and then another one, sliding his fingers in and out of Fraser until he was sure that he wouldn’t hurt Fraser. He pulled on a condom and spread some lube on himself and positioned himself.
“Wait a second.”
Ray turned to look at Vecchio, but he wasn’t sitting in his chair anymore. He was now standing next to the bed, as naked as Fraser and Ray, and he, too, had lube on his fingers.
“Uh, sorry, but this ass is definitely taken.”
Vecchio smiled somewhat predatorily at Ray.
“Wasn’t thinking about the Mountie’s ass, Kowalski.”
And just like that Ray had two fingers up his ass. He moaned and braced himself on the bed, while he himself entered Fraser slowly.
“You’re a kinky bastard, Vecchio.”
A dirty chuckle and another finger was added. “I live to serve.”
Yeah, Ray could definitely dig that. Soon he was ready, still loose from the fuckfest the night before, and Vecchio was kneeling behind him. Ray spread his legs a little, serving room for his own movements against Fraser who was becoming impatient.
“Shhh, just a moment, Frase.”
Fraser looked at him with those big blue Mountie eyes and Ray couldn’t help himself - he had to lean down and kiss him. When Vecchio entered him - smoothly, but ruthlessly-, he groaned into Fraser’s mouth and rocked back. Then he pushed back into the tight heat that was Fraser’s ass and he felt Fraser shaking underneath him. Soon they established a rhythm. It seemed to go on forever, this pushing and pulling back and entering and being entered. Ray hadn’t felt this great in a long time and he didn’t want it to end. But, alas, everything has to end. First Vecchio’s rhythm become a bit irregular, as he thrust forward into Ray harder and harder, then Fraser began making these desperate moans right into Ray’s ears and he started to stroke his own cock. Fascinated Ray tried to watch him, the angle making his neck hurt, but the sight of the Mountie jerking himself off was too good to be passed up.
Ray felt his own orgasm building up slowly, felt it tingling from his toes up to his spine up to his hair and he started to shake slightly from the exercise. His hand sneaked down between himself and Fraser and soon Fraser was begging Ray to make him come. When he finally gave in, Fraser shook from the force of his orgasm and his ass clamped down so tightly on Ray’s cock that it took only one more desperate thrust and Ray was pouring his brain right into that ass through his cock. Vecchio wasn’t much behind them, but to be honest, Ray was too gone by that point to notice much anymore. He had enough common sense left in him that he pulled out and - after Vecchio did the same - he let himself slide to Fraser’s side, one leg thrown over the Mountie and cuddled close. He felt Vecchio lie down next to him and smiled sleepily. Before sleep claimed him, there was just one question he had to ask.
“What about the other guys?”
Vecchio’s reply was groaned rather than spoken.
“Fuck them. I got all the guys I need.”
Yeah, Ray thought. Me too.
***
Fraser woke up first. But before he could panic, Ray pulled him closed and opened his eyes. At the sight of his beautiful smile, Fraser simply couldn’t leave the bed.
“Hey, there. How are you doing?”
He smiled back.
“I’m fine, thank you kindly.”
Ray’s laughter warmed his soul. “Only you. Only you would say that.”
Next to them, Ray Vecchio murmured something. Ray looked back over his shoulder.
“You got something to add to the conversation, you say it loud.”
Loudly, Fraser corrected in his mind, but he didn’t say it. The mood was too perfect to be spoilt by his nitpicking.
“We should get back on the road.”
Fraser suppressed a sigh. “Whereto?”
“Chicago. Let Frannie deal with her mess herself.” Ray stretched and got up.
“I got the first shower.” Without another word the Italian went into the shower and only seconds later they heard the shower being turned on. Fraser turned to Ray and saw him smiling beatifically at him.
“I think I know of a way how to pass the time until he’s done.”
When Ray leaned down to claim Fraser’s mouth in a kiss, Fraser thought that he could stay like this until all eternity.
***
“But where are they?”
Stella paced in the Vecchio living room. Frannie and Meg Thatcher were sitting on the couch, both looking somewhat unconcerned as to the whereabouts of the three men that were most important in their lives. Frannie had called Thatcher this morning, when it had become apparent that neither Ray nor Ray nor the Mountie had returned the night before. Thatcher had arrived shortly afterwards and had reacted somewhat stiffly, when she’d found Stella still in her bathrobe. Why, Stella had no inkling nor did she really care. She wanted to see her husband, goddammit. Sure, they had their problems, but she still loved him. And right now? Right now she was pretty pissed off at him for leaving. Not to mention that she was also pretty scared because all her husbands tended to become stupid in extreme situations. See: Ray Kowalski, ex-husband.
“They will turn up in due time, I’m sure.”
Thatcher was watching Frannie and patting her shoulder. The poor girl had taken it rather harshly and even the events of the prior night had seemed to only help for a short time.
“I didn’t want this.” Frannie sobbed quietly. Stella sighed and gave her another box of tissues. Frannie had already gone through one box and a half. She seemed to have an infinite supply of tears and tissues. Both probably came in handy in an Italian family, Stella assumed, pondering her own experiences with the Vecchio clan. They could be rather emotional.
“Of course, you didn’t intend this, Francesca. I am sure that all three of them are healthy and well and that they’ll return shortly.” Thatcher was almost crooning into Frannie’s ear. Stella wanted to become sick at the sound, but it did seem to help Frannie. Well, each to their own.
“If they don’t turn up by noon, I’ll call the police. This is unacceptable.”
Stella resumed her pacing.
Soon after they heard the front door opening and people arguing.
“Sure, ‘cause I wasn’t driving the damn car, Vecchio. You better watch who you accuse of being a distraction here.”
“Whom, Ray.”
“Whom?”
“Well, he accused you.”
“I know that.”
“I know.”
“Fraser, don’t interfere with this.”
“Understood.”
Frannie stormed out of the living room.
“Ray! And Ray! And Fraser!”
Stella and Thatcher followed at more considerate pace. They heard sobbing coming from the hall.
“I was SO worried about you and I’m SO sorry.”
“I know, Frannie.”
When Stella saw her husband again after spending more than 24 hours worrying about him, he was holding his sister in his arms, comforting her, and all the anger in her just evaporated and what was left was the love she felt for him.
“Hi, Stella.”
“Hi, Ray.”
For several moments all they did was to stare into each other’s eyes and smile at each other. Then someone coughed and Stella blushed.
“Ray, we need to talk.”
He just nodded at her and then disengaged himself from Frannie. He tipped her chin up and looked directly at her as he apologised.
“I’m sorry, Frannie. I shouldn’t have been such an ass about this. It’s your life and your decisions.”
He hugged her one more time and then went over to Stella. Together they entered the living room. For a minute or two they looked at each other. When they started to talk, they did so simultaneously.
“I’m so sorry-”
“I shouldn’t have-”
They smiled at each other and Ray started to talk.
“I’m sorry that I ran away like that. And I’m sorry for all the stuff that happened in Florida, too. Do you take me back and let us try again?”
Stella nodded. “Of course. I love you and you’re my husband. Let us try again.”
When they went out into the hall again, Frannie was smiling at Thatcher, looking surprised and happy.
“Oh, Meg! If only I’d know earlier!”
She took Thatcher’s hand and dragged her upstairs to her room.
“Come on! Let us celebrate this.”
“Hey!” Ray shouted at his sister.
“Where are Benny and Kowalski?”
Frannie didn’t even stop.
“Oh, they left a few minutes ago. Didn’t tell where they were going.”
Then she and Thatcher were gone and shortly after they heard a door slam. Stella looked at Ray with her eyebrows raised, but he just shrugged.
“Trust on this, honey. You really don’t wanna know.”
She shrugged, too, and tugged him into the living room. “Come on, we need to figure out what to do now.”
In the end, Ray and Stella returned to Florida, to a different city, and had a fresh start. They lived happily ever after.
Meg Thatcher and Frannie lived together in sin and raised Frannie’s children together. They also lived happily ever after.
Fraser and Ray Kowalski went to Canada together and fucked like bunnies. Needless to say, they, too, had their happily ever after.
Prompt:
When one of Frannie's babies gets a severe case of colic, medical testsuncover the fact her children were not Immaculate Conceptions, but werefathered by six different men.
Ray Vecchio finds out and returnsto Chicago to track down and beat the shit out of each of the men.Fraser tries to talk reason to him and stop him from his mission, butVecchio won't listen to common sense. So Fraser and Ray K join Vecchioon his quest to track down the men, a journey which takes them acrossthe United States, Canada, and a side trip to a small tribal village inAfrica.
Vecchio, upset that his sister is such a whore, is in avery foul mood the entire trip, and Kowalski decides that what Vecchioneeds to snap out of it is some nice hot sex. With Kowalski himself.Because at the very least, it might make Vecchio stop staring atKowalski's crotch all the damn time.
Fraser, confused andbewildered at the changes in Vecchio and the unusual direction Vecchioand Kowalski's relationship seems to be taking, retreats insidehimself, talking only to his dead father and Diefenbaker, who isn'teven on the trip.
Meanwhile back in Chicago, Stella Kowalskioffers her own special brand of comfort and solace to Frannie,upsetting Inspector Thatcher, who has taken quite a shine to Frannieherself.
Set to a soundtrack of Tom Jones songs.
Ray/Ray possible Ray/Fraser/Ray Possible Frannie/Stella, Frannie/Meg, Meg/Stella, Meg/Frannie/Stella
[I got Ray/Ray, Ray/Ray/Fraser, implied RayK/Fraser, Frannie/Stella, implied Frannie/Meg]
Prompt written by:
pixiecatfishrating/warnings/etc: NC17! Slash! And femmeslash! And bad dialogue. And, because I feel like it, bad English. All my language skills seem to have deserted me during this. Oh my. This is also unbetaed.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to be, Fraser thought, as he lay glumly on his (very hard and quite uncomfortable) bed in his (very cheap and absolutely disgusting) hotel room, trying very hard not to listen to the sounds coming from the room adjoining to his. It just wasn’t fair. Ray was supposed to be in his bed, evoking those delicate noises from Fraser, taking pleasure in Fraser’s body. Fraser and Ray, that was hot it was supposed to go, that was how the story should’ve been told.
The noises grew louder and he groaned as he tried (not very successfully, as he had to admit) to not be turned on by the action he knew was taking place just a scant few meters away from him. With more force than needed, he wrenched his pillow out from under his head and covered his ears. But even through the thick padding he still could hear the moans and muffled screams and it was entirely unbearable. Fraser sighed and thought back a few weeks, to the point when Ray Vecchio had returned to Chicago. Everything had seemed to be all right at the beginning. It had all started so promising for him...
***
Ray Vecchio had surprisingly turned up at Fraser’s and Ray Kowalski’s shared domicile four weeks earlier. Although he’d behaved like his usual self, Fraser had sensed an undercurrent of hidden emotions and hadn’t rested until his former partner confessed what plagued him. So it came about that his two Rays bonded (slightly) over the mutual Stella-related problems - as in her prior marriage to his other Ray, Stella had refused to bear children, a fact that troubled the Italian-American greatly. Apparently the bowling alley hadn’t worked out as well as they thought, which added business problems to their private ones (they hadn’t been short of money, what with Ray’s generous compensation and Stella’s large savings) and as a result both of them had returned to Chicago, to their respective families, to lick their wounds and figure out how to continue with their life - whether together or separated. A divorce would be the second one for each party and neither of them was very willing to take this step. Yet. Fraser soon became aware that Ray Vecchio very much wanted a family of his own - he wouldn’t back down on this at all, not even if it meant losing Stella.
The matter was additionally complicated by Ray worrying about Ray trying to put a move on Stella - he knew that the both of them had had several tête-à-têtes after their divorce and he was afraid that his predecessor would be able to sway Stella in his favour. This was something that Fraser, too, wanted to avoid, for reasons he didn’t dare to tell Ray Vecchio about. Despite his normally open-minded behaviour, Ray was still very much Italian and very much Catholic, so the fact that his best friend was indeed very much bisexual probably wouldn’t sit too well with him. As a result of all this, they spent a lot of time together at the Vecchio house, automatically including Ray Kowalski in all their activities. So it came about that they met up quite often with Francesca. When her youngest child had to be hospitalised, they, of course, took over caring for the remaining five childs, so the young mother could concentrate all her power on being with her sick child. It was during this time that Ray Vecchio - by accident and entirely not deliberately - found the birth certificates of his nieces and nephews hidden away in a drawer, while he was looking for the photo album containing pictures of the legendary Christmas celebration of 1987 - but Fraser and Ray would never find out why it was legendary, as Ray wouldn’t tell until he found the photos and after his discovery of the birth certificates (something rather unspectacular, as Fraser first thought) he forgot about everything else. It turned out he had good reasons for it, too.
***
“You’re a slut!”
“No, I’m not!”
“Yes, you are! Don’t argue with me!”
“Oh, yeah? I’ll argue with you whenever I like, bro, lemme tell you that!”
There were ways in which this conversation could be improved, Ray thought. Like him being not present, for example. Yeah, that would work real well, but unfortunately he had a two years experience of acting as Frannie’s brother. He could only assume that was why Vecchio had insisted he come along to their “confrontation about this unbelievable mess”.
The screaming continued as if Fraser and Ray weren’t even there. Fortunately Ma Vecchio wasn’t at home, but visiting an old friend, so at least the shouting match consisted only of two people - which didn’t make it better really. Fraser had long ago given up on trying to medicate, um, meditate, fuck, MEDIATE between them and was currently sitting with his face in his face, shaking his head in irregular intervals, looking as uncomfortable as Ray felt. Okay, so it had been a shock for everyone included to find out that Frannie’s immaculate conceptions weren’t as immaculate as everyone thought. It had been even worse, when Vecchio had realised that there wasn’t just one guy involved, but six. At about that time Ray had been sure that Vecchio’d pop a blood vessel and die in front of them, but apparently his blood vessels were used to the abuse, so to speak, as he was still able to yell at his baby sister at top volume. They had left behind the arguments that actually held any, y’know, content a while ago and right now it was pretty much only a matter of who could be louder. It reminded Ray of the arguments he and his brother used to have, when they were both in grad school and fighting over the coloured pencils at home. Now he could finally understand why they’d given their mother all those headaches back then. It wasn’t really pretty to listen to.
“Explain how this happened!”
Frannie laughed haughtily - a rather nasty sound, if you asked Ray. Which nobody did, by the way.
“Oh, Ray, considering your tries with Stella, I don’t think I really need to explain how it came about, comprende?”
Vecchio turned first pale, then an alarming shade of red, at which point Ray found it necessary to intervene. And, ohgod, now even the little voice in his head sounded like FRASER and was this day ever going to end? In this century or something?
“Hey, perhaps we all could take a break and cool down a bit.”
That was apparently the wrong thing to say.
“Cool down?! COOL DOWN?!? My sister’s been sleeping around all of Chicago and I’m supposed to COOL DOWN?”
“Perhaps you could just shut up.”
Three pair of eyes widened and three people turned simultaneously to stare open-mouthed at the fourth person in the room. Fraser had stood up and was now pacing in the living room, obviously unaware of the shock he’d induced in the other occupants of the room. Ray shook himself. Benton Fraser, constable of the RCMP, swearing? God, this must’ve been getting on his nerves really badly for Fraser to lose it like that. Still oblivious to them, Fraser ranted on.
“Ray, I don’t really understand why you’re so upset about this - after all what’s done, is done. The children are born and we have no evidence of Francesca being sexually promiscuous at the moment - as I understood it, she’s happy as a single mother. There’s nothing you can change about the situation.
And, Francesca, it doesn’t do any good under these circumstances to be baiting Ray. You see his obvious disapproval and yet you ‘egg him on’, as the common term is, I believe? You add to his aggravation, thus making a friendly reconciliation of your brother-sister-relationship, if not possible, then at least harder to achieve than necessary.
And, thirdly, Ray, you...”
Fraser stopped and turned toward Ray, a frown marring his beautiful face. And if Ray kept thinking of Fraser’s face as beautiful, he was going to have to have himself put into one of those nice institutions where they’d give him lots of happy pills. This wasn’t helped at all by his fingers twitching with the wish to smooth down the frown.
“Ray, I am proud of you that you’re actively trying to assist the Vecchios with settling their argument non-violently, although your attempts have largely unsuccessful.”
No, Ray’s ears weren’t getting warm and he wasn’t about to blush, just because Fraser had complimented him on something he... well, Ray didn’t really have to help them, but he wanted to. After all, he’d BEEN Ray Vecchio for a real long time.
“We’re sorry.”
Francesca sounded as abashed as she looked. Vecchio just nodded once, then he stared out of the window. Apparently they had at least come to a stillstand and no further shouting was to be expected. When you worked with Fraser, you learned to appreciate small favours, like kevlar vests and conveniently placed dumpsters and gangster that were too dump to use a gun.
“Yeah, we are.” Vecchio’s voice still had something scathing about it, but for the most part he pulled the sincere apology off. Good enough for Ray, at least. Fraser bristled a bit, but for once he didn’t say anything. The room fell silent for a few minutes. The crisis was over.
“Are they at least paying?” Ah, apparently not yet.
Frannie stared at her brother like a deer into headlights. That was not a good sign.
“Paying?”
“Yeah, paying. Child support, alimonies, whatever. So, are they?”
Frannie was silent and that was answer enough.
“Oh, GREAT. First they bang you up and then they’re not even supporting their children?!”
“Yeah, so what are you gonna do about them? Beat them up or something?”
Vecchio opened his mouth to yell back at Frannie, but then something strange happen. Suddenly his eyes shone brightly and he nodded vehemently. “Yeah. That’s what I’m gonna do. I’m going to find those bastards and then I’m going to teach them a lesson about what it means to knock up my little sister.”
He took the birth certificates and copied the names down. Frannie just stared at him. Fraser seemed to be not understanding what was going on, so it was up to Ray to bring Vecchio back to his senses.
“Are you out of your mind?” Ray never said he had the best strategy for everything. But it worked. Mostly.
Unfortunately Vecchio didn’t even notice and started talking to Fraser instead.
“I got the names, now I’m gonna head back to the 27th and then I’m going to get their addresses. See you later.”
And then he was gone, leaving them flummoxed behind. Only when they heard the machine of the Riv gearing up (Ray didn’t know where exactly Vecchio had gotten another one and he wasn’t so sure he wanted to know), Frannie broke out of her trance and turned to Fraser.
“Fraser, Fraser, you have to stop him! He can’t do this!”
It took them a while to calm her down and she only would, after they promised to take care of the problem and talk Vecchio out of his stupid plan.
***
Ray rubbed his nose bridge and sighed. “Fraser, exactly how did we end up here?”
His friend and partner shrugged, looking quite uncomfortably. “Well, this is where-”
“Fraser, I know why we’re here in this dingy old apartment. I just wanna know why we’re here. We wanted to talk Vecchio out of this, remember?”
“Well, it would seem that we were unsuccessful in our undertaking.”
Ray snorted. “Yeah, sure.”
They were in Whateverthefucktown in INDIANA, looking for a guy who turned out to be dead for three years. Great confrontation. Vecchio was still inside consoling the guy’s mother. When she’d started bawling at only the mention of her son’s name, they hadn’t dared to tell her that she’d had a grandson. Some things were better left unsaid.
“So what are we gonna do now? We can’t keep doing this.”
Fraser nodded. “You are right, Ray. Unfortunately I seem incapable of thinking up a non-confrontational way how to talk to Ray and persuade him to cease this mission of his and return to Chicago.”
Ray glanced at Fraser. “You mean you don’t know how to tell him that you wanna go back without him popping you or me one.”
“Correct.”
At this moment Vecchio returned. The encounter seemed to have taken away some of his “righteous anger”. Ray hoped that the man would listen to them now. He wanted to go back to his own apartment and jerk off to memories of Fraser sitting right next to him in the Riv (they’d staked out Vecchio from the backseat, a position that Ray would love to spend more time in, but with less Vecchio in the car.
“Let’s get the next one.”
Ray looked at Fraser. Fraser swallowed visibly.
“Ray, don’t you think that we should go back to Chicago?”
Vecchio just looked at them. Wordlessly they got into the car.
***
This was slowly turning out to be quite ridiculous. Both Fraser and Ray tried to best to sway Ray, but nothing they did helped. In fact, Ray’s mood turned fouler and fouler, the longer they spend on this trip. This in turn made his other Ray moody and bad-tempered and the disputes between them became more heated every time they clashed. Which, on the trip to Salt Lake City, Utah, where they found the father of Francesca’s second child, who was now working as a bouncer at the best-known gay bar in the city, had happened five times. Then, on the trip to father number three, they argued virtually all the time. When they found the man, he turned out to be 19 year old college student with a football scholarship. On the way to the fourth one, Fraser had been able to convince Ray that they should rest for the night, which was just as well, since his other Ray hadn’t stopped joking about how his first Ray hadn’t been able to beat anyone up yet. Which had led to a very loud argument in the motel parking lot, which none of the other clients of the establishment seemed to notice.
“You’re just frustrated ‘cause you can’t get it up anymore!”
They had digressed slightly from the original issue.
“Hey! I’m ITALIAN, I always can get it up. And I’m so not frustrated!”
“’Course you are! You’re so sexually frustrated that you’re straying from the straight path!”
“WHAT?!”
Ray laughed.
“Hey, c’mon, give it up. You been checking me out ever since we got back from the bouncer. Didja notice the posters in his bedroom? I bet you did.”
Fraser wondered whether Ray Vecchio could possibly turn any more red. It certainly looked painful.
“I’m NOT GAY!”
“Prove it.”
Silence.
“What?”
Ray walked toward Ray and stood much closer to him than Fraser liked. “Come with me and show me that this is your gun pointing at me and that you’re not happy to see me.”
He turned, opened his room and left it wide open. Ray just stared at the open door for a second before he followed his namesake. Then Fraser was left alone standing in the lot, staring at the now closed door and wondering what the hell had just happened.
***
This wasn’t the partner Ray’d been hoping for, but at least Vecchio showed some interest in him. And, fuck, that guy could kiss. And he had big hands, too. Ray groaned as Vecchio’s mouth settled on his neck, sucking and licking, while his hands were undoing his jeans and slipping inside his boxers. It had simply been too long since he’d gotten laid last and his dick was more than happy to have another hand caressing it, a hand that didn’t belong to Ray himself. He was busy getting Vecchio out of his clothes and damn, that suit was nice, but it had way too many buttons.
But soon they were both naked and then there was his cock rubbing against Vecchio’s cock and Ray whimpered. It felt too good. Vecchio had somehow gotten his hands on some lube and he was pushing a finger into Ray’s ass and Ray’s brain was going into sensory overload. He pushed down mindlessly, letting Vecchio open him up. The slick felt good on his skin and he realised that he wanted this, really wanted this, and then there was something big and hot nudging at this entrance and he was screaming his pleasure. Vecchio’s cock felt too big. When Vecchio entered him, it burned a bit, hurt in all the good ways and Ray never wanted it to end. He clenched his ass around Vecchio, tried to show him that it was okay to thrust now, couldn’t speak, words completely pushed out of his mind with each thrust of that cock into his ass. He screamed and groaned and whimpered and in-between he might also have begged, but he wasn’t so sure of that, could only feel the cock in his ass, could only feel the pleasure when it hit that sweet spot and Vecchio hit it every single time. The man was a genius.
When he felt his orgasm coming, he took his cock into his hand and started to jerk himself off roughly. Vecchio’s hand joined his and that was all he needed. With a sound that didn’t seem to come from him, but from something more primale, he came, shot his load all over their hands and the sheets. Behind him, Vecchio groaned and jerked into his ass. Sated, they both crashed down on the bed and promptly consciousness gained Ray. The last thing he noticed was Vecchio pulling his cock out and then it became dark.
***
Fraser squeezed his eyes shut and denied his hands to stray. Unfortunately keeping them at his sides seemed to take more power than he had left, as his right hand moved down to his groin again and again. Every time he snatched it back like it was burnt, but he knew that he couldn’t keep it up forever. When the sounds the two Rays were producing became even louder, Fraser couldn’t help himself. His hand went straight into his boxershorts and pulled out his penis. He decided to not think about the action going on in the room next to his, but just to satisfy himself quickly. Surely it was just pent-up frustration that had led to his arousal.
But as he started stroking himself, his mind wandered and the image of Ray lying spread out in front of him appeared in front of his inner eye. Fraser groaned and his hand became faster on his penis. Ray, skin glowing golden, panting and sweating, begging for it even... the image was too delicious, wakened too much desire to be stopped and Fraser’s breathing became laboured. Ray, as he smiled up at him and beckoned him to come. Ray, his lips wet and bruised from kissing. Ray, moaning and stroking himself. Ray, panting Fraser’s name, again and again, reaching out for him. Ray’s hand stroking Fraser’s cock.
Then suddenly a scream penetrated the thin wall between the rooms. A scream of pleasure and although Fraser had never heard the voice in this state, he knew exactly whose voice it was. He came with a groan, slowly stroking himself through the aftermath, panting. Afterwards he lay on his bed, cleaned himself up efficiently and went to sleep. His last thought before he succumbed to consciousness was that he should be ashamed of his behaviour, but Fraser couldn’t muster enough anger with himself to be shocked by his own actions.
***
In the meanwhile, Stella Kowalski-Vecchio was looking for her husband, without success. When she had arrived her sister-in-law’s house, she had found Francesca in tears and hysterical. Stella had then tried to calm her down. Kind of successfully. She still wasn’t sure how it had come about that she was sharing a bed with her sister-in-law, but it had helped Francesca. Who was just waking up from a nap. Stella stroked her forehead and marvelled at the soft skin she found there. She simply HAD to ask Francesca what kind of skincare products she was using.
“How are you feeling?”
Francesca smiled at her. “Already a lot better, thanks.”
Stella smiled back. “I’m glad about that.”
“Hm... do you want to know exactly how grateful I am?” There was a strange twinkle in Francesca’s eyes that somehow made it difficult for Stella to breathe.
“What... what do you mean?”
“This.” Francesca leaned forward and kissed her. Stella moaned and let Francesca pull her over her. Nimble fingers made short work of her blouse buttons and sooner than she thought she was stripped down efficiently by slender hands. Never one to turn down a competition, she got Francesca out of her own clothes.
They lied down, touching each other and kissing and caressing. Stella delighted in the pleasure those fingers could offer her and spread her legs slightly. Frannie took the offer for what it was. While she kissed Stella breathless, one hand caressed her breast and the other dived down, finding Stella’s pussy with easy. One finger pushed in and it didn’t take Stella long to achieve her orgasm. When she regained her breath, she kissed her way down on Frannie’s body, until she had her pussy right in front of her and then she began the serious business of eating Frannie out. Her cries showed Stella that what she was doing was indeed appreciated and a pleasure to the woman. When Frannie’s orgasm hit, she shook like an earthquake and Stella eased her through the aftermath. They hold each other for a while, caressing each other, keeping each other aroused for the second round. Then Frannie suddenly broke their kiss.
“What are we going to do about Ray and the others?”
Stella waved lazily. “Let them take care of themselves.”
***
The next morning Fraser didn’t dare to look at any Ray, for fear that his frightful behaviour of the prior night would be detected by one of his sharp-minded friends. It just wouldn’t do. Unfortunately his behaviour was noticed by them, but they interpreted it in a different way. So Fraser found out shortly after they left the fourth man (a travelling salesman for vacuum cleaners who seemed quite intimated by Ray Vecchio, who in turn pitied the man too much to do anything). When they got back into the car, Ray had got into the backseat with Fraser. He squirmed uncomfortably, so close to the object of his affection and yet damned to inactiveness. He started to feel rather hot in his uniform, as Ray sat quite close to him and was observing him like Fraser was an interesting specimen and Ray a researcher. They rode in silence for a while and Fraser started to feel more and more squeamish by each minute that passed. When Ray finally started talking to him, it was a relief - but only a short one, until Fraser realised what they were talking about.
“I’m sorry about last night.”
Fraser swallowed hard. “Nothing has happened that you have to apologise for.”
Shaking his head rapidly, Ray disagreed. “No, I have to. We were really loud and that wasn’t nice to you.”
Oh God, Fraser thought. Please don’t be talking about this. He didn’t say anything. Ray took it as disapproval and started to babble nervously.
“At first I tried to keep it quiet, but you know Vecchio, he’s not really the silent type. And it just happened and I was in the flow and it’s been a really long time, so I guess I was kinda going overboard. Only after we f-, ahem, after we were done, we realised that we must have kept you up all that time, too. And it was kinda late.”
Yes, Fraser wanted to say. Yes, you kept me up, but not in the way you think you did.
“Don’t think anything of it. It’s all right.”
Ray gave him a mournful look.
“Doesn’t it... doesn’t it bother you?”
Such a simple question, but yet so troublesome. Fraser rubbed his eyebrow as he searched for an answer that wasn’t an outright lie. A hand landing on his thigh interrupted his thoughts.
“Or... did it bother you, but in the wrong way?”
Ray’s voice sounded too near and he could feel Ray’s breath ghosting over his neck. Suddenly Fraser’s mouth was too dry to speak and all thoughts fled his mind. The hand slid higher up on his thigh and gently cupped his growing erection.
“Ray, please...” Stop? Don’t stop? Fraser wasn’t sure what he wanted to ask his partner and friend for. Ray leaned even closer and Fraser could feel his grin against his neck, as Ray started to lick his skin.
“Vecchio, find us a motel.
***
Half an hour later, Ray had the most delicious buffet laid out right in front of him. Hungrily he surveyed Fraser lying on the bed, naked and panting slightly. Ray was kneeling beside him, letting his hands roam all that pale skin freely. Lazily he pinched a nipple, then he leaned to lick at it - for amends. Fraser made the most perfect noises and grabbed clumsily at Ray’s arm. He followed all-too willingly, letting Fraser hold him close and devour him. There wasn’t really any other name for how Fraser treated him, for the wild and raw passion the man showed for him - a scrawny cop who spent too much time in the gym without it ever really showing on his body. It turned Ray even more on than Vecchio calmly watching the two of them going at it. He turned his head and winked at Vecchio. The Italian sat on a chair, pants pooling around his feet, hand lazily stroking his cock. He smiled in return and nodded his okay. Ray turned his attention back to Fraser.
They kissed passionately, tongues exploring mouths and necks and any skin they could find. Fraser even smelled like the outdoors - clean and unpolluted. But underneath all that, there still was something purely Fraser - Ray loved it. If it was possible, he decided, he’d never stop licking Fraser. He tasted better than any food Ray had ever eaten.
Vecchio made a quiet noise and Ray smiled against Fraser’s skin. Yeah, that definitely turned his crank. This beautiful man his for the taking and the most obnoxious bastard he’d ever known and who could fuck like hell watching them. It was Heaven on Earth.
Fraser pulled Ray up to kiss him soundly and messily. He let himself fall into the kiss like he was born to do it, his hands idling on Fraser’s stomach, slowly creeping southwards. The almost choking noise Fraser made, when Ray found his cock and started jerking him off was like angels’ bells ringing in his ears. Ray alternated between soft and slow strokes and fast, hard ones, rubbing his thumb across the tip of Fraser’s cock on every stroke. When they had to break their kiss for air, he slowly kissed his way downward, to his prize. At first he was fascinated by just looking at his hand around Fraser’s cock, his other hand moving to fondle his balls. Ray settled down between Fraser’s legs and watched the muscles in Fraser’s leg tensing and relaxing and listened to Fraser murmuring words he couldn’t quite understand, but whose gist he got. Before he leaned down to start sucking, he locked eyes with Fraser and made sure the Mountie was watching his every move. When his lips finally touched his cock, Fraser groaned loud and that was all the encouragement Ray needed. He licked the pre-come from the tip and pulled the foreskin back. There it sat, just waiting to be treasured. Ray didn’t let it wait long. When he sucked the tip into his mouth, he heard Fraser exhale his breath shakily and then he went at it for real. Sucking and licking, he let Fraser’s cock fill his mouth, until he felt the other man breathe jerkily and a hand landed in his hair.
“Ray... please... I’m going to... ah...”
Ray took his cock even deeper into his mouth, felt it brush against the back of his throat and swallowed. Fraser shouted something he didn’t catch and came. Ray readily swallowed it all and licked up the few drops that had escaped him. When he looked up at Fraser, he felt a Cheshire Cat on his face, but he didn’t care. He’d just blown a Mountie, some glee was definitely allowed. Fraser smiled down at him sleepily and definitely satisfied. Then he spread his legs slightly and suddenly Ray couldn’t breathe anymore.
At once he fumbled for the tube of lube they had bought earlier and spread some on his fingers. Fraser lifted one leg and so made it even easier for Ray to slip one finger into his (very, very tight) ass. As soon as Fraser relaxed around it, he added another one and then another one, sliding his fingers in and out of Fraser until he was sure that he wouldn’t hurt Fraser. He pulled on a condom and spread some lube on himself and positioned himself.
“Wait a second.”
Ray turned to look at Vecchio, but he wasn’t sitting in his chair anymore. He was now standing next to the bed, as naked as Fraser and Ray, and he, too, had lube on his fingers.
“Uh, sorry, but this ass is definitely taken.”
Vecchio smiled somewhat predatorily at Ray.
“Wasn’t thinking about the Mountie’s ass, Kowalski.”
And just like that Ray had two fingers up his ass. He moaned and braced himself on the bed, while he himself entered Fraser slowly.
“You’re a kinky bastard, Vecchio.”
A dirty chuckle and another finger was added. “I live to serve.”
Yeah, Ray could definitely dig that. Soon he was ready, still loose from the fuckfest the night before, and Vecchio was kneeling behind him. Ray spread his legs a little, serving room for his own movements against Fraser who was becoming impatient.
“Shhh, just a moment, Frase.”
Fraser looked at him with those big blue Mountie eyes and Ray couldn’t help himself - he had to lean down and kiss him. When Vecchio entered him - smoothly, but ruthlessly-, he groaned into Fraser’s mouth and rocked back. Then he pushed back into the tight heat that was Fraser’s ass and he felt Fraser shaking underneath him. Soon they established a rhythm. It seemed to go on forever, this pushing and pulling back and entering and being entered. Ray hadn’t felt this great in a long time and he didn’t want it to end. But, alas, everything has to end. First Vecchio’s rhythm become a bit irregular, as he thrust forward into Ray harder and harder, then Fraser began making these desperate moans right into Ray’s ears and he started to stroke his own cock. Fascinated Ray tried to watch him, the angle making his neck hurt, but the sight of the Mountie jerking himself off was too good to be passed up.
Ray felt his own orgasm building up slowly, felt it tingling from his toes up to his spine up to his hair and he started to shake slightly from the exercise. His hand sneaked down between himself and Fraser and soon Fraser was begging Ray to make him come. When he finally gave in, Fraser shook from the force of his orgasm and his ass clamped down so tightly on Ray’s cock that it took only one more desperate thrust and Ray was pouring his brain right into that ass through his cock. Vecchio wasn’t much behind them, but to be honest, Ray was too gone by that point to notice much anymore. He had enough common sense left in him that he pulled out and - after Vecchio did the same - he let himself slide to Fraser’s side, one leg thrown over the Mountie and cuddled close. He felt Vecchio lie down next to him and smiled sleepily. Before sleep claimed him, there was just one question he had to ask.
“What about the other guys?”
Vecchio’s reply was groaned rather than spoken.
“Fuck them. I got all the guys I need.”
Yeah, Ray thought. Me too.
***
Fraser woke up first. But before he could panic, Ray pulled him closed and opened his eyes. At the sight of his beautiful smile, Fraser simply couldn’t leave the bed.
“Hey, there. How are you doing?”
He smiled back.
“I’m fine, thank you kindly.”
Ray’s laughter warmed his soul. “Only you. Only you would say that.”
Next to them, Ray Vecchio murmured something. Ray looked back over his shoulder.
“You got something to add to the conversation, you say it loud.”
Loudly, Fraser corrected in his mind, but he didn’t say it. The mood was too perfect to be spoilt by his nitpicking.
“We should get back on the road.”
Fraser suppressed a sigh. “Whereto?”
“Chicago. Let Frannie deal with her mess herself.” Ray stretched and got up.
“I got the first shower.” Without another word the Italian went into the shower and only seconds later they heard the shower being turned on. Fraser turned to Ray and saw him smiling beatifically at him.
“I think I know of a way how to pass the time until he’s done.”
When Ray leaned down to claim Fraser’s mouth in a kiss, Fraser thought that he could stay like this until all eternity.
***
“But where are they?”
Stella paced in the Vecchio living room. Frannie and Meg Thatcher were sitting on the couch, both looking somewhat unconcerned as to the whereabouts of the three men that were most important in their lives. Frannie had called Thatcher this morning, when it had become apparent that neither Ray nor Ray nor the Mountie had returned the night before. Thatcher had arrived shortly afterwards and had reacted somewhat stiffly, when she’d found Stella still in her bathrobe. Why, Stella had no inkling nor did she really care. She wanted to see her husband, goddammit. Sure, they had their problems, but she still loved him. And right now? Right now she was pretty pissed off at him for leaving. Not to mention that she was also pretty scared because all her husbands tended to become stupid in extreme situations. See: Ray Kowalski, ex-husband.
“They will turn up in due time, I’m sure.”
Thatcher was watching Frannie and patting her shoulder. The poor girl had taken it rather harshly and even the events of the prior night had seemed to only help for a short time.
“I didn’t want this.” Frannie sobbed quietly. Stella sighed and gave her another box of tissues. Frannie had already gone through one box and a half. She seemed to have an infinite supply of tears and tissues. Both probably came in handy in an Italian family, Stella assumed, pondering her own experiences with the Vecchio clan. They could be rather emotional.
“Of course, you didn’t intend this, Francesca. I am sure that all three of them are healthy and well and that they’ll return shortly.” Thatcher was almost crooning into Frannie’s ear. Stella wanted to become sick at the sound, but it did seem to help Frannie. Well, each to their own.
“If they don’t turn up by noon, I’ll call the police. This is unacceptable.”
Stella resumed her pacing.
Soon after they heard the front door opening and people arguing.
“Sure, ‘cause I wasn’t driving the damn car, Vecchio. You better watch who you accuse of being a distraction here.”
“Whom, Ray.”
“Whom?”
“Well, he accused you.”
“I know that.”
“I know.”
“Fraser, don’t interfere with this.”
“Understood.”
Frannie stormed out of the living room.
“Ray! And Ray! And Fraser!”
Stella and Thatcher followed at more considerate pace. They heard sobbing coming from the hall.
“I was SO worried about you and I’m SO sorry.”
“I know, Frannie.”
When Stella saw her husband again after spending more than 24 hours worrying about him, he was holding his sister in his arms, comforting her, and all the anger in her just evaporated and what was left was the love she felt for him.
“Hi, Stella.”
“Hi, Ray.”
For several moments all they did was to stare into each other’s eyes and smile at each other. Then someone coughed and Stella blushed.
“Ray, we need to talk.”
He just nodded at her and then disengaged himself from Frannie. He tipped her chin up and looked directly at her as he apologised.
“I’m sorry, Frannie. I shouldn’t have been such an ass about this. It’s your life and your decisions.”
He hugged her one more time and then went over to Stella. Together they entered the living room. For a minute or two they looked at each other. When they started to talk, they did so simultaneously.
“I’m so sorry-”
“I shouldn’t have-”
They smiled at each other and Ray started to talk.
“I’m sorry that I ran away like that. And I’m sorry for all the stuff that happened in Florida, too. Do you take me back and let us try again?”
Stella nodded. “Of course. I love you and you’re my husband. Let us try again.”
When they went out into the hall again, Frannie was smiling at Thatcher, looking surprised and happy.
“Oh, Meg! If only I’d know earlier!”
She took Thatcher’s hand and dragged her upstairs to her room.
“Come on! Let us celebrate this.”
“Hey!” Ray shouted at his sister.
“Where are Benny and Kowalski?”
Frannie didn’t even stop.
“Oh, they left a few minutes ago. Didn’t tell where they were going.”
Then she and Thatcher were gone and shortly after they heard a door slam. Stella looked at Ray with her eyebrows raised, but he just shrugged.
“Trust on this, honey. You really don’t wanna know.”
She shrugged, too, and tugged him into the living room. “Come on, we need to figure out what to do now.”
In the end, Ray and Stella returned to Florida, to a different city, and had a fresh start. They lived happily ever after.
Meg Thatcher and Frannie lived together in sin and raised Frannie’s children together. They also lived happily ever after.
Fraser and Ray Kowalski went to Canada together and fucked like bunnies. Needless to say, they, too, had their happily ever after.