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ds_flashfictionTitle: Late for dinner
Author:jamethiel_bane
Pairing: Ray/Ray
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 1390
Notes: I was assignedjadelennox 's lines. The first line is taken from "If I am to be judged by those who come after me, let me be judged by the truth." which is awesome (and PG-13 rated) threesome fic. Much thanks to china_shop for allowing me the extra 24 hours to let me get some sleep. nos4a2no9 did the beta, and resisted my attempts to break her with funky tense changes in the middle of clauses. She also made me put the blowjob in, so it's all her fault. catwalksalone made me write exposition. Curse these logical betas! Thanks babe!
When Ray walked in the door after dropping off the kids for a play date at Frannie's, he could already hear Kowalski ranting. Apparently it had been a bad day. He walked towards the kitchen where Ma was stirring the makings of an Arrabiata sauce. Kowalski appeared to be wearing most of a jar of apple sauce. Vincenzo (Maria's son) in his high chair in the corner beamed at Ray, and Ray picked him up. Well, thought about picking him up before seeing how sticky one small toddler could be. That explained the apple sauce decoration. Kid had to be a genius.
Kowalski's hair was standing on end and he had what looked like a bit of chewed cracker sticking to his temple. Ray leaned against the doorjamb and prepared to watch the show.
"I swear, Mrs Vecchio, that kid is not normal. It's like he can tell whenever I'm going to shovel some food into his mouth and BAM! He dodges.."
Ma looked unperturbed. "Ray, I've told you before. Call me Ma. And he's only a small boy. Maybe he's sick of apple sauce?"
Kowalski got more and more agitated. He threw his hands up in the air. There's something green--spinach, maybe? It's dried onto his skin, whatever it is. "He is not a small boy. He is a demon in disguise. In not particularly good disguise. Look at what he did to my jacket!"
Kowalski brandished the offending article (and it was. Green and baggy? What on earth was the guy thinking?) which appeared to have a juice stain on the front. Orange juice, maybe, by the color. It's a bit hard to tell.
"Give the kid a break. He's a Vecchio. He was born with taste."
Ma whirled around at the sound of his voice and moved towards him. Was probably intending to kiss him, but Arrabiata sauce stains, so Ray took the spoon out of her hand before giving her a kiss. "Raimundo. Dinner will be on the table in twenty minutes."
Kowalski was scowling and rocking back and forth on his heels, obviously ready to continue the running fight about his total lack of style, but at Ma's announcement he looked at the clock on the wall and said "Oh, hey. I gotta--" but Ray could have told him that this is a lost battle and so he just watches instead.
"Nonsense, Ray. You should stay! You're family. What, you don't got to eat?" Kowalski looked pissed but defeated, and Ray knows this fight is done. Nobody gives guilt like Ma.
Unfortunately, nobody escapes the guilt of Ma. "Raimundo. You take him up to your room and lend him some of your clothes. He must think we're barbarians!"
Ray looked consideringly at Kowalski who was stained and sticky and slightly sweaty. Ray gave him a slow, dirty smile and says "Yes, Ma." Kowalski obviously got it, because he flushes a dull red and starts to protest, but Ma's already shooing them out of the kitchen.
When they were in his room, Ray unfolded a white shirt and lay it gently on the bed. "It should fit. Try not to expire with shock at wearing clothes with actual style." Ray closed the door and leaned back against it. He could turn away, but he's not going to.
Kowalski got that too, because he looked mulish and then stripped off his shirt with a defiant gesture. He made a gesture at Ray as if to say "Well?" but Ray just shook his head and opened the door to walk out of the room.
When Ray came back in, a damp facecloth in his hand, Kowalski was standing by the bed. He hadn't made any more progress in undressing. Ray tossed the facecloth at him casually and said "Clean yourself up." Kowalski caught the facecloth, but glared all the same. Ray spread his hands, and Kowalski twitched his head to the side in an angry tic, and began scrubbing himself with short, vigorous strokes.
Ray snorted. "Not like that. Christ. It's a wonder you got any skin left." He moved around the bed, took the facecloth out of Kowalski's hand and began smoothing it over golden skin. Kowalski held himself unnaturally still for about a minute, but then began to relax. Ray drew the cloth over Kowalski's nipples and smiled when they crinkled.
"I. I think that's enough. I'm done." Kowalski's voice cracked. He grabbed the wet cloth. Ray refused to let go and took in the sight of both their hands resting against Kowalski's pectoral muscle. He watched the muscles under Kowalski's skin bunch and move as Kowalski tugged, and then let go of the cloth suddenly as Kowalski put more force behind his efforts to wrest control from Ray. Kowalski's hand flew wide and the cloth sailed across the room, hitting the wall with a wet splat.
"Asshole." Kowalski bent over to pick up the cloth, cleaning his face in a few economical motions. Ray walked up to Kowalski and then leaned in, grinning as Kowalski's breath caught. He tested the plaster on the wall.
"It should dry. You're just lucky that's not going to leave a stain." Ray's face was about four inches from Kowalski's. If Kowalski hadn't been staring rigidly over Ray's shoulder, he'd be able to feel Kowalski's breath on his lips.
"Jesus Christ, Vecchio. What do you think you're doing here? I mean, blowjobs in back alleys is one thing, but we're at your house. Your mother is downstairs cooking dinner."
"Yeah, I know. It's kind of... kinky. Like making out on the couch in high school."
Kowalski scowled at him. "What, Vecchio. You want to make out? Please. Give me a break." He pushed roughly at Ray's arm.
Ray pushed back, and Kowalski's back made a muffled thump against the plaster. Ma obviously heard them, called "You boys better not be fighting. And dinner in fifteen minutes," from the kitchen.
Kowalski looked briefly triumphant and attempted to push past Ray again. Ray held him against the wall, a steady pressure. "What the fuck, Vecchio? Want to let me go here?"
Ray brought his hand up to cup Kowalski's groin. Kowalski started, and then his cock swelled and became stiff under Ray's hand. Ray grinned at Kowalski. Kowalski tried to push him away again, hissing "Are you nuts? Your mother is downstairs." but Ray sank to his knees and unzipped Kowalski's jeans. He breathed onto Kowalski's cock, licked at the head through Kowalski's boxer briefs. A bitten off "Fuck" hissed through Kowalski's teeth, and Ray grinned as he looked up.
"You'd better work on keeping quiet then," and he shoved Kowalski's underwear down to his thighs. Ray licked briefly at the underside of Kowalski's cock, then bobbed his head, moulding his tongue and sucking hard. A muffled grunt sounded from above him, and Ray looked up to see Kowalski's face in a rictus of ecstasy. He grabbed Kowalski's balls firmly and held them. "What did I tell you about keeping quiet?"
Kowalski opened his eyes and stared down at Ray hostilely. "Shut up and get on with it."
"Big words." Ray wasn't able to help the teasing tone of easy affection in his voice. It still surprised him when Kowalski (who sounded only a very little bit breathless) said--
"If the end of that sentence has the word small in it, you can just suck your own dick, Vecchio."
Ray laughed, and sank his head down as far as he could, relaxing his throat muscles. He was only able to get three quarters of Kowalski's cock in his mouth, so he circled his fingers round the base and jacked Kowalski lazily. Above him, Kowalski put his forearm over his face. Ray bobbed his head again, flicked his tongue over the base of the glans and then circled his tongue around the head. Kowalski bit down on the underside of his arm. Ray set up a rhythm with his hand and mouth, and pinned Kowalski's hips as he tried to thrust and came with a whine.
Ray sat back on his heels and Kowalski edged past to zip up and put on his shirt. Ray got up, wiped his lips, settled his collar, checked his reflection in the mirror and opened the door. "C'mon, Kowalski. We're going to be late for dinner."
Author:
jamethiel_bane Pairing: Ray/Ray
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 1390
Notes: I was assigned
jadelennox 's lines. The first line is taken from "If I am to be judged by those who come after me, let me be judged by the truth." which is awesome (and PG-13 rated) threesome fic. Much thanks to china_shop for allowing me the extra 24 hours to let me get some sleep. nos4a2no9 did the beta, and resisted my attempts to break her with funky tense changes in the middle of clauses. She also made me put the blowjob in, so it's all her fault. catwalksalone made me write exposition. Curse these logical betas! Thanks babe!When Ray walked in the door after dropping off the kids for a play date at Frannie's, he could already hear Kowalski ranting. Apparently it had been a bad day. He walked towards the kitchen where Ma was stirring the makings of an Arrabiata sauce. Kowalski appeared to be wearing most of a jar of apple sauce. Vincenzo (Maria's son) in his high chair in the corner beamed at Ray, and Ray picked him up. Well, thought about picking him up before seeing how sticky one small toddler could be. That explained the apple sauce decoration. Kid had to be a genius.
Kowalski's hair was standing on end and he had what looked like a bit of chewed cracker sticking to his temple. Ray leaned against the doorjamb and prepared to watch the show.
"I swear, Mrs Vecchio, that kid is not normal. It's like he can tell whenever I'm going to shovel some food into his mouth and BAM! He dodges.."
Ma looked unperturbed. "Ray, I've told you before. Call me Ma. And he's only a small boy. Maybe he's sick of apple sauce?"
Kowalski got more and more agitated. He threw his hands up in the air. There's something green--spinach, maybe? It's dried onto his skin, whatever it is. "He is not a small boy. He is a demon in disguise. In not particularly good disguise. Look at what he did to my jacket!"
Kowalski brandished the offending article (and it was. Green and baggy? What on earth was the guy thinking?) which appeared to have a juice stain on the front. Orange juice, maybe, by the color. It's a bit hard to tell.
"Give the kid a break. He's a Vecchio. He was born with taste."
Ma whirled around at the sound of his voice and moved towards him. Was probably intending to kiss him, but Arrabiata sauce stains, so Ray took the spoon out of her hand before giving her a kiss. "Raimundo. Dinner will be on the table in twenty minutes."
Kowalski was scowling and rocking back and forth on his heels, obviously ready to continue the running fight about his total lack of style, but at Ma's announcement he looked at the clock on the wall and said "Oh, hey. I gotta--" but Ray could have told him that this is a lost battle and so he just watches instead.
"Nonsense, Ray. You should stay! You're family. What, you don't got to eat?" Kowalski looked pissed but defeated, and Ray knows this fight is done. Nobody gives guilt like Ma.
Unfortunately, nobody escapes the guilt of Ma. "Raimundo. You take him up to your room and lend him some of your clothes. He must think we're barbarians!"
Ray looked consideringly at Kowalski who was stained and sticky and slightly sweaty. Ray gave him a slow, dirty smile and says "Yes, Ma." Kowalski obviously got it, because he flushes a dull red and starts to protest, but Ma's already shooing them out of the kitchen.
When they were in his room, Ray unfolded a white shirt and lay it gently on the bed. "It should fit. Try not to expire with shock at wearing clothes with actual style." Ray closed the door and leaned back against it. He could turn away, but he's not going to.
Kowalski got that too, because he looked mulish and then stripped off his shirt with a defiant gesture. He made a gesture at Ray as if to say "Well?" but Ray just shook his head and opened the door to walk out of the room.
When Ray came back in, a damp facecloth in his hand, Kowalski was standing by the bed. He hadn't made any more progress in undressing. Ray tossed the facecloth at him casually and said "Clean yourself up." Kowalski caught the facecloth, but glared all the same. Ray spread his hands, and Kowalski twitched his head to the side in an angry tic, and began scrubbing himself with short, vigorous strokes.
Ray snorted. "Not like that. Christ. It's a wonder you got any skin left." He moved around the bed, took the facecloth out of Kowalski's hand and began smoothing it over golden skin. Kowalski held himself unnaturally still for about a minute, but then began to relax. Ray drew the cloth over Kowalski's nipples and smiled when they crinkled.
"I. I think that's enough. I'm done." Kowalski's voice cracked. He grabbed the wet cloth. Ray refused to let go and took in the sight of both their hands resting against Kowalski's pectoral muscle. He watched the muscles under Kowalski's skin bunch and move as Kowalski tugged, and then let go of the cloth suddenly as Kowalski put more force behind his efforts to wrest control from Ray. Kowalski's hand flew wide and the cloth sailed across the room, hitting the wall with a wet splat.
"Asshole." Kowalski bent over to pick up the cloth, cleaning his face in a few economical motions. Ray walked up to Kowalski and then leaned in, grinning as Kowalski's breath caught. He tested the plaster on the wall.
"It should dry. You're just lucky that's not going to leave a stain." Ray's face was about four inches from Kowalski's. If Kowalski hadn't been staring rigidly over Ray's shoulder, he'd be able to feel Kowalski's breath on his lips.
"Jesus Christ, Vecchio. What do you think you're doing here? I mean, blowjobs in back alleys is one thing, but we're at your house. Your mother is downstairs cooking dinner."
"Yeah, I know. It's kind of... kinky. Like making out on the couch in high school."
Kowalski scowled at him. "What, Vecchio. You want to make out? Please. Give me a break." He pushed roughly at Ray's arm.
Ray pushed back, and Kowalski's back made a muffled thump against the plaster. Ma obviously heard them, called "You boys better not be fighting. And dinner in fifteen minutes," from the kitchen.
Kowalski looked briefly triumphant and attempted to push past Ray again. Ray held him against the wall, a steady pressure. "What the fuck, Vecchio? Want to let me go here?"
Ray brought his hand up to cup Kowalski's groin. Kowalski started, and then his cock swelled and became stiff under Ray's hand. Ray grinned at Kowalski. Kowalski tried to push him away again, hissing "Are you nuts? Your mother is downstairs." but Ray sank to his knees and unzipped Kowalski's jeans. He breathed onto Kowalski's cock, licked at the head through Kowalski's boxer briefs. A bitten off "Fuck" hissed through Kowalski's teeth, and Ray grinned as he looked up.
"You'd better work on keeping quiet then," and he shoved Kowalski's underwear down to his thighs. Ray licked briefly at the underside of Kowalski's cock, then bobbed his head, moulding his tongue and sucking hard. A muffled grunt sounded from above him, and Ray looked up to see Kowalski's face in a rictus of ecstasy. He grabbed Kowalski's balls firmly and held them. "What did I tell you about keeping quiet?"
Kowalski opened his eyes and stared down at Ray hostilely. "Shut up and get on with it."
"Big words." Ray wasn't able to help the teasing tone of easy affection in his voice. It still surprised him when Kowalski (who sounded only a very little bit breathless) said--
"If the end of that sentence has the word small in it, you can just suck your own dick, Vecchio."
Ray laughed, and sank his head down as far as he could, relaxing his throat muscles. He was only able to get three quarters of Kowalski's cock in his mouth, so he circled his fingers round the base and jacked Kowalski lazily. Above him, Kowalski put his forearm over his face. Ray bobbed his head again, flicked his tongue over the base of the glans and then circled his tongue around the head. Kowalski bit down on the underside of his arm. Ray set up a rhythm with his hand and mouth, and pinned Kowalski's hips as he tried to thrust and came with a whine.
Ray sat back on his heels and Kowalski edged past to zip up and put on his shirt. Ray got up, wiped his lips, settled his collar, checked his reflection in the mirror and opened the door. "C'mon, Kowalski. We're going to be late for dinner."
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Date: 2007-05-23 04:39 am (UTC)*weeps*
jeebus - I can't even type tonight!
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Date: 2007-05-23 05:54 am (UTC)Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2007-05-23 09:53 am (UTC)*falls over in an exhausted stupor*
Thank you kindly! Now I know you have a kink, I will write this at random intervals to surprise you with!
Thank you for reading!
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Date: 2007-05-23 06:03 pm (UTC)You are so fabulous. That was the fastest blowjob writing in the history of the world and it turned out very, very well. I am particularly fond of this exchange:
"Big words." Ray wasn't able to help the teasing tone of easy affection in his voice. It still surprised him when Kowalski (who sounded only a very little bit breathless) said--
"If the end of that sentence has the word small in it, you can just suck your own dick, Vecchio."
Classic Ray/Ray dynamic. Wonderful job, m'dear, and you truly rock the porn casbah. (What? It's the new single that is sweeping the nation!)
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Date: 2007-05-24 06:42 am (UTC)Thank you so, so much for your beta on this. I will return the favour anytime you choose. Thank you! Thank you!
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Date: 2007-05-24 05:49 am (UTC)Thank you for reading!
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Date: 2007-05-24 04:36 am (UTC)Tiny thing: "Like making out on the couch in high school" is missing a period at the end.
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Date: 2007-05-24 06:38 am (UTC)I am glad you enjoyed the sex! Just think--without
I don't know what I was thinking!
Thank you for commenting!
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Date: 2007-05-25 10:07 pm (UTC)Nicely done, my girl.
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Date: 2007-05-29 01:03 am (UTC)Thank you so much for reading!