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ds_flashfictionPrompt 13: 13. Fraser/Kowalski/Turnbull - anything with a happy ending for all three of them together. "I didn't know that was physically possible!" For lucifercircle
Title: Weekend Plans
Rating: Maybe PG13
Notes: 1210 words (I'm borrowing from my other prompt!). Thanks toonnada, my non-due South watching beta.
When I drop by the consulate after a shitty day at work, I’m planning on maybe inviting Fraser over for a pizza and some hockey. I was expecting him to be sitting around reading and drinking tea, or watching some of that curling crap.
I wasn’t expecting to see him in his office sucking face with anyone, especially not with another man. And not just another man, but a man I’d have guessed couldn’t get any action if he were stripped naked and left in the middle of a nympho convention. Not that Turnbull’s a bad guy or anything, but someone must’ve smacked him silly with the dumb stick or something. I must have made some kind of noise, because all of a sudden they’ve jumped apart and are looking at me with horror.
“Oh dear.” That comes from Fraser, who’s turning so red I think he might stroke out. “Ray, we….I…”
While he’s hemming and hawing, Turnbull’s sneaking out of the room with a muttered “I’ll…just go make some tea.”
At this moment, I’m speechless for maybe the first time in the history of ever. Hell, even when Stella told me she wanted a divorce I’d had a few things to say. So we just stand here, with Fraser turning redder than his uniform until I’m forced to throw out “I didn’t know it was physically possible to turn that red!” just to try and let him know I’m not actually mad at him, ‘cause I’m not. I’m a bit green with jealousy ‘cause I’ve been wanting Frase since I first laid eyes – heh, and arms – on him, but the man’s so oblivious sometimes it’s scary.
Suddenly Turnbull’s behind me again, telling us the tea’s done and practically dragging Fraser out to the kitchen. I follow along, because what else am I gonna do? Turnbull – Turnbull – takes charge, sitting Fraser down with a cup of tea, and shoving me into a chair with some coffee.
Fraser shoots him a grateful look and takes a deep breathe. “Ray…please believe me when I say that I hardly wanted you to learn about Renfield and myself in such a fashion. Naturally I had intended to inform you of our relationship at an appropriate time, and I am truly remorseful that you had to find out like this.” Whoa, Babbling Mountie.
Oh wait, they’re looking at me. So I open my mouth, and blurt out “So, are you guys serious? Or are you just, like, fuckbuddies or something?” Shit – not what I meant to say, really not what I meant to say.
Fraser’s looking at me like I just killed his half-wolf or something, but I can almost see him force himself to answer. “Ah, that is, we are romantically involved, yes.” Turnbull butts in with “We have been together for approximately 3 months, 14 days, and 5 hours.” Figures he’d be keeping track.
Focus Ray, it’s your turn to talk again. “Why the hell didn’t you tell me?” Maybe that came out a bit more bitter than I meant, a bit more hurt, but the guy’s been screwing his Mountie minion for over 3 months, and he never said a word!
Fraser looks a bit helplessly at Turnbull, then turns those big blue eyes on me. “We felt it best not to inform anyone, so as not to risk our positions in the RCMP. Should any fellow officers find out, the least they would do would be to reassign one or both of us.”
Great, so they didn’t tell me because they didn’t think I could keep my big mouth shut. “So why didn’t you tell me? You thought I was gonna blab it to the Ice Queen or something? You couldn’t trust me?” Geez Kowalski, could you sound any more pathetic if you really put your mind to it?
“Jesus Frase, I thought we were buddies. Friends, even. Partners!” Oh, there we go. Let’s throw in some needy. Fraser looks surprised, like he expected me to thank him or something for not telling me. God, I love him, but he can be such an idiot sometimes.
“You know what? Forget it, just…” Gotta get out of here, gotta go before I say something really stupid. I’m out of the chair and out the door before either of them can move.
I avoid Fraser at work the next few days, and when we do work together I keep my big mouth shut. Frase's no dummy, he knows what I'm doing, but I've got more experience at this than he does. Of course, Fraser can only be put off for so long.
It’s Day Four of Ray’s Life Post Bombshell, and I’m lounging around enjoying a day without a Fraser who just won’t fucking drop it. I hear a knock on the door, and it’s so damn polite I can just tell who it is. He can probably hear me breathing in here or something, so no chance of playing dead. Damn. So I get up to let him in.
Not only does Mr. Polite Mountie practically knock me off my feet getting into the apartment, I guess before I can slam the door in his face, he grabs my shoulder and forces me to move out of the way so Turnbull and the wolf can get in. Imagine that; he’s looking a little steamed.
“Ray, you’ve been avoiding me for the last several days, and I would like an explanation. Is it because I’m involved with a man? Is it because I didn’t tell you about it?” Shit, now he’s bringing out the big pitiful Mountie look, and his eyes are getting misty. Jesus. “Ray, you are…you’re my best friend, and I need to know what to do to, well, to resolve this.” Slamming me up against the wall and fucking me silly would probably do it, but let’s see if I tell him that. Christ.
I can’t even tell him why I’m so pissed at him – then he’d feel like he had to do something about it - so all I can do is just shake my head. My eyes are starting to tear up, not that I’d ever admit it. All of a sudden Fraser gets narrow-eyed, and there are some wheels turning in his head. I’m so screwed.
Then he gets that look like when he’s solved a case or something. His head is nodding, his expression is clearing, and he’s leaning in, in, in, and then oh God he’s backing me against the wall and his tongue is in my mouth and his hands are groping my ass and I can’t move. I can’t fucking move, and I don’t even know why I’d want to because man can he kiss. I can’t stop myself from kissing back, because how many times does a chance like this come along? Then he’s moving away, and he’s looking at Turnbull – who’s standing right there – and then Turnbull’s moving forward and leaning against me and Holy Christ I’ve got his tongue in my mouth, and his leg between my thighs, and he’s even better at this than Fraser. I don’t know what the hell’s going on here, but all of a sudden my weekend is looking a lot better.
Mmmmmm...yeah...definitely better.
lucifercircleTitle: Weekend Plans
Rating: Maybe PG13
Notes: 1210 words (I'm borrowing from my other prompt!). Thanks to
onnada, my non-due South watching beta.When I drop by the consulate after a shitty day at work, I’m planning on maybe inviting Fraser over for a pizza and some hockey. I was expecting him to be sitting around reading and drinking tea, or watching some of that curling crap.
I wasn’t expecting to see him in his office sucking face with anyone, especially not with another man. And not just another man, but a man I’d have guessed couldn’t get any action if he were stripped naked and left in the middle of a nympho convention. Not that Turnbull’s a bad guy or anything, but someone must’ve smacked him silly with the dumb stick or something. I must have made some kind of noise, because all of a sudden they’ve jumped apart and are looking at me with horror.
“Oh dear.” That comes from Fraser, who’s turning so red I think he might stroke out. “Ray, we….I…”
While he’s hemming and hawing, Turnbull’s sneaking out of the room with a muttered “I’ll…just go make some tea.”
At this moment, I’m speechless for maybe the first time in the history of ever. Hell, even when Stella told me she wanted a divorce I’d had a few things to say. So we just stand here, with Fraser turning redder than his uniform until I’m forced to throw out “I didn’t know it was physically possible to turn that red!” just to try and let him know I’m not actually mad at him, ‘cause I’m not. I’m a bit green with jealousy ‘cause I’ve been wanting Frase since I first laid eyes – heh, and arms – on him, but the man’s so oblivious sometimes it’s scary.
Suddenly Turnbull’s behind me again, telling us the tea’s done and practically dragging Fraser out to the kitchen. I follow along, because what else am I gonna do? Turnbull – Turnbull – takes charge, sitting Fraser down with a cup of tea, and shoving me into a chair with some coffee.
Fraser shoots him a grateful look and takes a deep breathe. “Ray…please believe me when I say that I hardly wanted you to learn about Renfield and myself in such a fashion. Naturally I had intended to inform you of our relationship at an appropriate time, and I am truly remorseful that you had to find out like this.” Whoa, Babbling Mountie.
Oh wait, they’re looking at me. So I open my mouth, and blurt out “So, are you guys serious? Or are you just, like, fuckbuddies or something?” Shit – not what I meant to say, really not what I meant to say.
Fraser’s looking at me like I just killed his half-wolf or something, but I can almost see him force himself to answer. “Ah, that is, we are romantically involved, yes.” Turnbull butts in with “We have been together for approximately 3 months, 14 days, and 5 hours.” Figures he’d be keeping track.
Focus Ray, it’s your turn to talk again. “Why the hell didn’t you tell me?” Maybe that came out a bit more bitter than I meant, a bit more hurt, but the guy’s been screwing his Mountie minion for over 3 months, and he never said a word!
Fraser looks a bit helplessly at Turnbull, then turns those big blue eyes on me. “We felt it best not to inform anyone, so as not to risk our positions in the RCMP. Should any fellow officers find out, the least they would do would be to reassign one or both of us.”
Great, so they didn’t tell me because they didn’t think I could keep my big mouth shut. “So why didn’t you tell me? You thought I was gonna blab it to the Ice Queen or something? You couldn’t trust me?” Geez Kowalski, could you sound any more pathetic if you really put your mind to it?
“Jesus Frase, I thought we were buddies. Friends, even. Partners!” Oh, there we go. Let’s throw in some needy. Fraser looks surprised, like he expected me to thank him or something for not telling me. God, I love him, but he can be such an idiot sometimes.
“You know what? Forget it, just…” Gotta get out of here, gotta go before I say something really stupid. I’m out of the chair and out the door before either of them can move.
I avoid Fraser at work the next few days, and when we do work together I keep my big mouth shut. Frase's no dummy, he knows what I'm doing, but I've got more experience at this than he does. Of course, Fraser can only be put off for so long.
It’s Day Four of Ray’s Life Post Bombshell, and I’m lounging around enjoying a day without a Fraser who just won’t fucking drop it. I hear a knock on the door, and it’s so damn polite I can just tell who it is. He can probably hear me breathing in here or something, so no chance of playing dead. Damn. So I get up to let him in.
Not only does Mr. Polite Mountie practically knock me off my feet getting into the apartment, I guess before I can slam the door in his face, he grabs my shoulder and forces me to move out of the way so Turnbull and the wolf can get in. Imagine that; he’s looking a little steamed.
“Ray, you’ve been avoiding me for the last several days, and I would like an explanation. Is it because I’m involved with a man? Is it because I didn’t tell you about it?” Shit, now he’s bringing out the big pitiful Mountie look, and his eyes are getting misty. Jesus. “Ray, you are…you’re my best friend, and I need to know what to do to, well, to resolve this.” Slamming me up against the wall and fucking me silly would probably do it, but let’s see if I tell him that. Christ.
I can’t even tell him why I’m so pissed at him – then he’d feel like he had to do something about it - so all I can do is just shake my head. My eyes are starting to tear up, not that I’d ever admit it. All of a sudden Fraser gets narrow-eyed, and there are some wheels turning in his head. I’m so screwed.
Then he gets that look like when he’s solved a case or something. His head is nodding, his expression is clearing, and he’s leaning in, in, in, and then oh God he’s backing me against the wall and his tongue is in my mouth and his hands are groping my ass and I can’t move. I can’t fucking move, and I don’t even know why I’d want to because man can he kiss. I can’t stop myself from kissing back, because how many times does a chance like this come along? Then he’s moving away, and he’s looking at Turnbull – who’s standing right there – and then Turnbull’s moving forward and leaning against me and Holy Christ I’ve got his tongue in my mouth, and his leg between my thighs, and he’s even better at this than Fraser. I don’t know what the hell’s going on here, but all of a sudden my weekend is looking a lot better.
Mmmmmm...yeah...definitely better.
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Date: 2006-12-20 01:39 am (UTC)Anyway, this story reminded me of that particular epiphany. And for that I that you very kindly.
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