Gross Out Challenge by chesamus
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ds_flashfictionTitle: An Acquired Taste
Author: chesamus
Pairing: F/K
Rating: R?
Summary: Did he or didn't he? Ray doesn't want to know.
Notes: 523 words. Hello! No, I’ve not been kidnapped, hospitalized, or operating under an assumed name, just beyond busy. My first thought on this challenge lasted long enough to convince me I wasn’t going to ease my way back into dS with this particular subject. Fortunately, I had a second thought. One hopes it was a good one. One also hopes she remembers how to do this...
The only reaching out hand I found up north was Fraser’s. Didn’t mind that—Fraser and me were just meant that way—but it took some getting used to. I loved Fraser more than anything, but I didn’t know beans about what that meant.
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“Gaaah!” I was off the bed and flat against the wall before Fraser could close his mouth. “What the fuck was that?”
He blinked. “That was analingus—”
“I know what it was, idiot. But that’s just—just—Jesus, why did you do that?”
“I thought you’d like it, Ray.”
“Not even close—I know you’ll lick anything, but that’s disgusting!”
“I don’t understand why you think so, Ray. You’re extremely sensitive there, and you enjoy being stimulated anally.”
“Well, yeah, but, fingers and stuff—not—not—I mean, damn, Fraser, you kiss me with that mouth!”
“And I gather your disgust means I’ll never be allowed to do so again?” How can he look indignant while sitting stark naked on my bed?
“Well, no, I mean, yeah, once you brush your teeth and gargle for an hour or so, yeah, you can kiss me.” He’s absolutely nuts—like I’d give that up?
“Don’t be silly, Ray. I was speaking of the other. After all, many men find it quite enjoyable. I do.”
“Well you’ve had more practice, then. I never... It’s just been you and Stella and she—we never...”
Yeah, I know. Kick-ass cop, bad boy, world weary, excitable hair. I have a rep I work hard to maintain. But my image was part of being undercover. I only knew what I’d read. Never did undercover for vice, you know? Oh, I could fake my way through a game of craps, knew what uncut china white looked liked, but I didn’t do the sex trade work. Married guys rarely did—made the home life a bit easier that way, particularly since The Stella was part of the system. Kinda freaked me out that Fraser knew more about this stuff than I did.
Must have freaked him out a bit, too, judging from the expression on his face. “But Ray, you were together for twenty years! Surely in all that time...”
I love the guy but man, he can be such a moron.
“You remember my ex, right? Blonde, designer suits, does a great imitation of an ice sculpture?”
“I’m certain she has any number of redeeming qualities.”
“None of which included that. Seriously, Ben, what planet are you from that you think The Stella would ever stick her tongue up my ass?”
“Then I imagine Ray Vecchio will be greatly disappointed.”
Oh Christ - I did not want to know. And then I looked at him—gorgeous, naked, and smirking. Bastard.
He started laughing, and then I started laughing, and pretty soon I was on the floor, and he was flopped over on his back, and the bed was shaking, and I was wiping my eyes and trying to catch my breathe.
“You are such an asshole.”
He sat up and grinned down at me. “I’ve had practice, Ray.”
Author: chesamus
Pairing: F/K
Rating: R?
Summary: Did he or didn't he? Ray doesn't want to know.
Notes: 523 words. Hello! No, I’ve not been kidnapped, hospitalized, or operating under an assumed name, just beyond busy. My first thought on this challenge lasted long enough to convince me I wasn’t going to ease my way back into dS with this particular subject. Fortunately, I had a second thought. One hopes it was a good one. One also hopes she remembers how to do this...
The only reaching out hand I found up north was Fraser’s. Didn’t mind that—Fraser and me were just meant that way—but it took some getting used to. I loved Fraser more than anything, but I didn’t know beans about what that meant.
********
“Gaaah!” I was off the bed and flat against the wall before Fraser could close his mouth. “What the fuck was that?”
He blinked. “That was analingus—”
“I know what it was, idiot. But that’s just—just—Jesus, why did you do that?”
“I thought you’d like it, Ray.”
“Not even close—I know you’ll lick anything, but that’s disgusting!”
“I don’t understand why you think so, Ray. You’re extremely sensitive there, and you enjoy being stimulated anally.”
“Well, yeah, but, fingers and stuff—not—not—I mean, damn, Fraser, you kiss me with that mouth!”
“And I gather your disgust means I’ll never be allowed to do so again?” How can he look indignant while sitting stark naked on my bed?
“Well, no, I mean, yeah, once you brush your teeth and gargle for an hour or so, yeah, you can kiss me.” He’s absolutely nuts—like I’d give that up?
“Don’t be silly, Ray. I was speaking of the other. After all, many men find it quite enjoyable. I do.”
“Well you’ve had more practice, then. I never... It’s just been you and Stella and she—we never...”
Yeah, I know. Kick-ass cop, bad boy, world weary, excitable hair. I have a rep I work hard to maintain. But my image was part of being undercover. I only knew what I’d read. Never did undercover for vice, you know? Oh, I could fake my way through a game of craps, knew what uncut china white looked liked, but I didn’t do the sex trade work. Married guys rarely did—made the home life a bit easier that way, particularly since The Stella was part of the system. Kinda freaked me out that Fraser knew more about this stuff than I did.
Must have freaked him out a bit, too, judging from the expression on his face. “But Ray, you were together for twenty years! Surely in all that time...”
I love the guy but man, he can be such a moron.
“You remember my ex, right? Blonde, designer suits, does a great imitation of an ice sculpture?”
“I’m certain she has any number of redeeming qualities.”
“None of which included that. Seriously, Ben, what planet are you from that you think The Stella would ever stick her tongue up my ass?”
“Then I imagine Ray Vecchio will be greatly disappointed.”
Oh Christ - I did not want to know. And then I looked at him—gorgeous, naked, and smirking. Bastard.
He started laughing, and then I started laughing, and pretty soon I was on the floor, and he was flopped over on his back, and the bed was shaking, and I was wiping my eyes and trying to catch my breathe.
“You are such an asshole.”
He sat up and grinned down at me. “I’ve had practice, Ray.”
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Date: 2007-02-04 02:32 pm (UTC)