Cave In Challenge- by shoemaster
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ds_flashfictionTitle: Caving
Author: Allison/![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Word Count: 513
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Loosest definition of a cave in ever, but there is porn? A thousand thanks tokalpurna who ignored homework to poke the porn, and hermionemalfoy who tried to get me to think of a real title, but it's 1 am and I'm tired, y0.
"Fraser, we shouldn’t be doing this here."
"Oh, I agree, Ray."
"Then, uh, oh, fuck-" Ray let out a long sigh. "As long as we agree this is a bad idea."
"Absolutely terrible."
It wasn’t Ray’s fault that Fraser had come in to the station thirty minutes ago, or that he’d sat with him at the desk for thirty minutes, twitching for twenty eight, before he snapped and hauled Ray off to the supply closet. It wasn’t Fraser’s fault, either. The black jeans that Ray was wearing were quite fetching, and certainly drew the eye. Perhaps he had gotten a bit carried away, but they were already in the closet and Fraser had Ray pressed up against the supply racks, his shirt pulled out of his waistband and the top two buttons undone.
"Fraser. Fraser. Fraser," Ray panted.
"Yes, Ray?" Fraser lifted his mouth away from the pulse of Ray’s neck but kept his hand wrapped around Ray’s cock, still half inside his boxers.
"Don’t—ah—don’t stop."
"Understood." Fraser continued to stroke him, thumb sliding over the head of his cock as Ray’s head slammed back against the metal shelves, hips thrusting forward into Fraser’s hand.
Ray bit his lip when Fraser’s hand did the little twisty thing, and his fingertips brushed lightly against the skin of his balls. He could hear and feel Fraser panting against his neck and jeez, that was almost as hot as the thumb thing.
It was over quickly, an unfortunate consequence of their location, and Ray came, spilling into Fraser’s handkerchief, shoulders striking the shelves once more.
Apparently the shelves had had their fill of abuse and let loose an avalanche of office supplies; staplers, reams of paper, light bulbs…everything.
"Jesus!" Ray yelled, trying to dodge the falling objects, but his movements were hampered by the post-coital languidness of his muscles.
"What’s going on in there, you two?" Welsh demanded before yanking open the door, letting light spill in over the two of them and the toppled supplies.
Ray panicked a moment, before he realized Fraser and his brilliant hands had already managed to tuck him away and rebutton his pants. Fuckin’ amazing hands.
"I tripped, sir, unfortunately causing Detective Vecchio to fall into the shelving, which, in turn, had the unfortunate consequence of disrupting the items that formerly rested upon them."
"Of course. See if you can manage to excavate him and get back to work on the Hansman case some time today, huh?"
"Of course, Lieutenant."
The door shut once more, and Ray let out a nervous breath. "You lied, Fraser."
"A white lie, perhaps, but I was the cause of your forceful interaction with the-"
"Fraser."
"I suppose we ought to return to your desk, then."
"You gonna be okay, with uh, things?"
"I’ll manage."
***
Five minutes later
"Hey, Vecchio, where’s Red?" Huey asked, dropping a stack of files on Ray’s desk.
"Bathroom."
"Huh. What happened to your neck? You got some kinda bruise."
"Supply closet," Ray answered, keeping his eyes focused on the form in front of him. "Cave-in. Falling, uh, stapler."
Author: Allison/
shoemasterWord Count: 513
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Loosest definition of a cave in ever, but there is porn? A thousand thanks to
kalpurna who ignored homework to poke the porn, and hermionemalfoy who tried to get me to think of a real title, but it's 1 am and I'm tired, y0."Fraser, we shouldn’t be doing this here."
"Oh, I agree, Ray."
"Then, uh, oh, fuck-" Ray let out a long sigh. "As long as we agree this is a bad idea."
"Absolutely terrible."
It wasn’t Ray’s fault that Fraser had come in to the station thirty minutes ago, or that he’d sat with him at the desk for thirty minutes, twitching for twenty eight, before he snapped and hauled Ray off to the supply closet. It wasn’t Fraser’s fault, either. The black jeans that Ray was wearing were quite fetching, and certainly drew the eye. Perhaps he had gotten a bit carried away, but they were already in the closet and Fraser had Ray pressed up against the supply racks, his shirt pulled out of his waistband and the top two buttons undone.
"Fraser. Fraser. Fraser," Ray panted.
"Yes, Ray?" Fraser lifted his mouth away from the pulse of Ray’s neck but kept his hand wrapped around Ray’s cock, still half inside his boxers.
"Don’t—ah—don’t stop."
"Understood." Fraser continued to stroke him, thumb sliding over the head of his cock as Ray’s head slammed back against the metal shelves, hips thrusting forward into Fraser’s hand.
Ray bit his lip when Fraser’s hand did the little twisty thing, and his fingertips brushed lightly against the skin of his balls. He could hear and feel Fraser panting against his neck and jeez, that was almost as hot as the thumb thing.
It was over quickly, an unfortunate consequence of their location, and Ray came, spilling into Fraser’s handkerchief, shoulders striking the shelves once more.
Apparently the shelves had had their fill of abuse and let loose an avalanche of office supplies; staplers, reams of paper, light bulbs…everything.
"Jesus!" Ray yelled, trying to dodge the falling objects, but his movements were hampered by the post-coital languidness of his muscles.
"What’s going on in there, you two?" Welsh demanded before yanking open the door, letting light spill in over the two of them and the toppled supplies.
Ray panicked a moment, before he realized Fraser and his brilliant hands had already managed to tuck him away and rebutton his pants. Fuckin’ amazing hands.
"I tripped, sir, unfortunately causing Detective Vecchio to fall into the shelving, which, in turn, had the unfortunate consequence of disrupting the items that formerly rested upon them."
"Of course. See if you can manage to excavate him and get back to work on the Hansman case some time today, huh?"
"Of course, Lieutenant."
The door shut once more, and Ray let out a nervous breath. "You lied, Fraser."
"A white lie, perhaps, but I was the cause of your forceful interaction with the-"
"Fraser."
"I suppose we ought to return to your desk, then."
"You gonna be okay, with uh, things?"
"I’ll manage."
***
Five minutes later
"Hey, Vecchio, where’s Red?" Huey asked, dropping a stack of files on Ray’s desk.
"Bathroom."
"Huh. What happened to your neck? You got some kinda bruise."
"Supply closet," Ray answered, keeping his eyes focused on the form in front of him. "Cave-in. Falling, uh, stapler."
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