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ds_flashfictionTelephone pole smut, 1181 words of it. I know I'm over the limit, but I've done enough under the limit that I figure I can get away with it just this once.
Balancing Act
Benton Fraser climbed up the telephone pole to answer the phone call that was waiting for him. Unfortunately, the phone at the detachment wasn’t private and he knew he’d need privacy for this phone call.
“Hey, Benny.”
“Hello, Ray.”
“You don’t mind me calling you, do you?”
“Not at all, Ray. I was hoping you would. I was planning on taking Diefenbaker out for three day hike. Where are you calling from?”
“My cell phone in my bedroom. You somewhere private?”
“If you call perching in a harness at the top of a telephone pole private, then, yes, I suppose I am. Are you alright, Ray?”
“Just fine, Benny. I’m just missing you, that’s all.”
Fraser couldn’t miss the wistful note in Ray Vecchio’s voice. He smiled as if Ray could see the melancholy expression and said, “I know, Ray. I miss you, too.”
“How much do you miss me, Benny?” Ray’s tone changed to a sensual slyness Benton loved.
“Ray, you do know that teasing me like that while I’m balancing twenty feet above the ground may not be the safest thing you’ve ever done.”
“Come on, Benny. Don’t you miss having your life endangered on a daily basis?”
“I miss other things I was getting on a daily basis before I left Chicago.”
“Now you’re talking, Benny. That’s why I’m calling. So, what are you wearing?”
“Decidedly more than you, I imagine.”
“That goes without saying since you’re outside and I’m in bed.”
“Do you have anything on, Ray?”
“Nope.”
An image of Ray’s pale olive skin contrasting with the dark burgundy and green of his sheets flashed in his mind. Fraser groaned softly into the phone, thanking Providence that his penis was already in a comfortable position because it was starting to fill.
“You okay, Benny?”
“You know, Ray, this could be considered cruel and unusual punishment. I can’t exactly alleviate my discomfort at the moment.”
“Discomfort? I’m pretty comfortable myself, Benny, only I wish it was your hand instead of mine.”
Ray’s voice held the telltale husk of arousal, and Benton closed his eyes to see in his mind’s eye his lover stroking his own penis.
“If I was there, I would love to watch you, Ray. Your long, beautiful fingers clasped around your erection, your other hand playing with your testicles.”
“Balls.” Ray breathed.
“I assure you, Ray, I’m telling you the truth.”
“They’re called balls, Benny. Come on, talk to me. You know it turns me on.”
“You mean you want me to talk about how much I want to fuck you right now?”
Ray answered with a loud moan. Benton smiled again, using all his self-control to keep from rubbing his own erection through his jeans. He pulled his flannel shirt out of his pants in an effort to hide his aroused state from anyone who might pass by or see him once he got down from the pole. The friction from the fabric made him gasp.
“What’s that, Benny? Am I getting you hot?”
“I thought the point was to make you ‘hot’, Ray.”
Ray grunted softly before he spoke again. “More fun if we’re hot together, Benny.”
“If we were together, it would be definitively more fun. I could kiss you, taste your mouth, inhale your scent with the lingering hint of Acqua di Gio. I could scratch lightly at your chest hair, tease my fingertips over your nipples. Ah, yes! Hello, Mrs. Chalmers. Important phone call from Chicago!”
Hysterical laughter filtered through the phone line. “Busted, Benny!”
“You are the one who’s busted when I get home, Ray.”
“Home?”
“Yes, Ray. Now this phone call must be costing you a fortune. Are you still hard?”
“Yes!”
“Good. Now let me tell you what I’m going to do when we get off the phone. I’m going to get off this telephone pole and walk painfully back to the cabin. Then I’m going to strip out of my jeans and boxers and lay down on my bed. I’m going to put my hand around my erection and stroke myself slowly, remembering the feel of you in my hand. Then I’m going to roll my balls in my fingers, pull on them gently just like you would, dream that your hands are touching me. It won’t take long for me to start leaking, it’s been so long since I’ve touched myself like this.”
A groan from the other end of the line told Benton he was doing his job well.
“Ray, are you there?”
“Yeah, Benny. God, I never…talk dirty…God….”
Ray had lost the ability speak coherently. Benton was finding it increasingly difficult not to touch himself.
“Are you close, Ray? Do you have a slick finger pushed into the tight space where I would be if I was there?” He could picture Ray, on his side on the bed, phone painfully trapped under his ear, one hand working furiously on his erection while the other pushed inside in a vain attempt to stimulate his own prostate.
“Toy,” what the only reply, breathy and choked. Ray had a dildo or vibrator or some such to take his Benny’s place so he could have a hand free for the phone.
Benton groaned at the thought of using the rubber toy on his lover. It made him finally give in to temptation and rub the heel of his hand over the bulge in his jeans.
“I miss you so much, Ray. I wish I could feel your mouth on me right now, taking me in, all the way in, ohhhhh, Ray.”
“Oh, God yes, Benny.” The words were tight and said through clenched teeth and Benton knew Ray was coming. Benton’s body tensed in sympathy and he rubbed himself harder through his jeans, no longer caring about anything but this connection, as distant as it was, of their desire for each other. The image in his brain of Ray stretched out on his bed, body taut with climax, sent him over the edge.
For a moment, there was no sound but two men panting into their respective phones. Finally Benton broke the silence.
“I’m sorry to cut this short, Ray, but my knees are very wobbly at the moment.”
“You came!?”
“Yes.”
“Wow.”
“Indeed.”
“I love you, Benny.”
“I love you, too, Ray.”
“Be careful getting down off your perch. At least now the walk back to the cabin is going to be more comfortable. I’ll call next week and we’ll triangulate for your trip home.”
“I’m looking forward to coming home to you. Tell your family I said hello.”
“I will. Goodbye, Benny. Tell the furball hey.”
“I will. Goodbye, Ray.”
Benton unplugged the handset and carefully repelled down the phone pole, acutely aware of the wet spot on the front of his jeans. He trudged back to the cabin, undressed and lay down in bed as he’d promised Ray he would, and pulled a brightly colored silk shirt from under his pillow and curled up with the handset and the shirt that still smelled like Ray.
“Good night, Ray. Sweet dreams.”
Balancing Act
Benton Fraser climbed up the telephone pole to answer the phone call that was waiting for him. Unfortunately, the phone at the detachment wasn’t private and he knew he’d need privacy for this phone call.
“Hey, Benny.”
“Hello, Ray.”
“You don’t mind me calling you, do you?”
“Not at all, Ray. I was hoping you would. I was planning on taking Diefenbaker out for three day hike. Where are you calling from?”
“My cell phone in my bedroom. You somewhere private?”
“If you call perching in a harness at the top of a telephone pole private, then, yes, I suppose I am. Are you alright, Ray?”
“Just fine, Benny. I’m just missing you, that’s all.”
Fraser couldn’t miss the wistful note in Ray Vecchio’s voice. He smiled as if Ray could see the melancholy expression and said, “I know, Ray. I miss you, too.”
“How much do you miss me, Benny?” Ray’s tone changed to a sensual slyness Benton loved.
“Ray, you do know that teasing me like that while I’m balancing twenty feet above the ground may not be the safest thing you’ve ever done.”
“Come on, Benny. Don’t you miss having your life endangered on a daily basis?”
“I miss other things I was getting on a daily basis before I left Chicago.”
“Now you’re talking, Benny. That’s why I’m calling. So, what are you wearing?”
“Decidedly more than you, I imagine.”
“That goes without saying since you’re outside and I’m in bed.”
“Do you have anything on, Ray?”
“Nope.”
An image of Ray’s pale olive skin contrasting with the dark burgundy and green of his sheets flashed in his mind. Fraser groaned softly into the phone, thanking Providence that his penis was already in a comfortable position because it was starting to fill.
“You okay, Benny?”
“You know, Ray, this could be considered cruel and unusual punishment. I can’t exactly alleviate my discomfort at the moment.”
“Discomfort? I’m pretty comfortable myself, Benny, only I wish it was your hand instead of mine.”
Ray’s voice held the telltale husk of arousal, and Benton closed his eyes to see in his mind’s eye his lover stroking his own penis.
“If I was there, I would love to watch you, Ray. Your long, beautiful fingers clasped around your erection, your other hand playing with your testicles.”
“Balls.” Ray breathed.
“I assure you, Ray, I’m telling you the truth.”
“They’re called balls, Benny. Come on, talk to me. You know it turns me on.”
“You mean you want me to talk about how much I want to fuck you right now?”
Ray answered with a loud moan. Benton smiled again, using all his self-control to keep from rubbing his own erection through his jeans. He pulled his flannel shirt out of his pants in an effort to hide his aroused state from anyone who might pass by or see him once he got down from the pole. The friction from the fabric made him gasp.
“What’s that, Benny? Am I getting you hot?”
“I thought the point was to make you ‘hot’, Ray.”
Ray grunted softly before he spoke again. “More fun if we’re hot together, Benny.”
“If we were together, it would be definitively more fun. I could kiss you, taste your mouth, inhale your scent with the lingering hint of Acqua di Gio. I could scratch lightly at your chest hair, tease my fingertips over your nipples. Ah, yes! Hello, Mrs. Chalmers. Important phone call from Chicago!”
Hysterical laughter filtered through the phone line. “Busted, Benny!”
“You are the one who’s busted when I get home, Ray.”
“Home?”
“Yes, Ray. Now this phone call must be costing you a fortune. Are you still hard?”
“Yes!”
“Good. Now let me tell you what I’m going to do when we get off the phone. I’m going to get off this telephone pole and walk painfully back to the cabin. Then I’m going to strip out of my jeans and boxers and lay down on my bed. I’m going to put my hand around my erection and stroke myself slowly, remembering the feel of you in my hand. Then I’m going to roll my balls in my fingers, pull on them gently just like you would, dream that your hands are touching me. It won’t take long for me to start leaking, it’s been so long since I’ve touched myself like this.”
A groan from the other end of the line told Benton he was doing his job well.
“Ray, are you there?”
“Yeah, Benny. God, I never…talk dirty…God….”
Ray had lost the ability speak coherently. Benton was finding it increasingly difficult not to touch himself.
“Are you close, Ray? Do you have a slick finger pushed into the tight space where I would be if I was there?” He could picture Ray, on his side on the bed, phone painfully trapped under his ear, one hand working furiously on his erection while the other pushed inside in a vain attempt to stimulate his own prostate.
“Toy,” what the only reply, breathy and choked. Ray had a dildo or vibrator or some such to take his Benny’s place so he could have a hand free for the phone.
Benton groaned at the thought of using the rubber toy on his lover. It made him finally give in to temptation and rub the heel of his hand over the bulge in his jeans.
“I miss you so much, Ray. I wish I could feel your mouth on me right now, taking me in, all the way in, ohhhhh, Ray.”
“Oh, God yes, Benny.” The words were tight and said through clenched teeth and Benton knew Ray was coming. Benton’s body tensed in sympathy and he rubbed himself harder through his jeans, no longer caring about anything but this connection, as distant as it was, of their desire for each other. The image in his brain of Ray stretched out on his bed, body taut with climax, sent him over the edge.
For a moment, there was no sound but two men panting into their respective phones. Finally Benton broke the silence.
“I’m sorry to cut this short, Ray, but my knees are very wobbly at the moment.”
“You came!?”
“Yes.”
“Wow.”
“Indeed.”
“I love you, Benny.”
“I love you, too, Ray.”
“Be careful getting down off your perch. At least now the walk back to the cabin is going to be more comfortable. I’ll call next week and we’ll triangulate for your trip home.”
“I’m looking forward to coming home to you. Tell your family I said hello.”
“I will. Goodbye, Benny. Tell the furball hey.”
“I will. Goodbye, Ray.”
Benton unplugged the handset and carefully repelled down the phone pole, acutely aware of the wet spot on the front of his jeans. He trudged back to the cabin, undressed and lay down in bed as he’d promised Ray he would, and pulled a brightly colored silk shirt from under his pillow and curled up with the handset and the shirt that still smelled like Ray.
“Good night, Ray. Sweet dreams.”
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Date: 2003-06-02 01:55 pm (UTC)Funny!Benny!
You know, this is not one of my preferred pairings but I enjoyed this thoroughly!
Funny & sexy :)
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Date: 2003-06-02 02:42 pm (UTC)You know, I really hesitated when I started writing this because I'm having a difficult time resolving this RayV with the RayV that just weeks later (or even days, possibly) took a job with the FBI that took him away from his Benny.
However, I *am* the Queen of Rationalization, so I'm going to have to see what I can come up with.
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Date: 2003-06-02 09:24 pm (UTC)I think about that problem a lot. Why did Ray go? He hates the Feds and doesn't trust them, so it wasn't for love of them. Does he have some doubts about himself and Benny? Is he afraid of getting outed?
I'll be interested to see your take on it.
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Date: 2003-06-02 09:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-06-02 02:27 pm (UTC)look! the same line jumped out at me as well! man, those guys are studs! go back through all my boyfriends, and i was never getting it on a daily basis!^___^
basically, my reply is the same as thermidors. and good job!
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Date: 2003-06-02 03:06 pm (UTC)Thanks!! I'm glad you enjoyed it!
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Date: 2003-06-02 05:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-06-02 10:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-06-03 08:05 am (UTC)“My cell phone in my bedroom. You somewhere private?”
“If you call perching in a harness at the top of a telephone pole private, then, yes, I suppose I am."
Made me smile. And this:
“How much do you miss me, Benny?” Ray’s tone changed to a sensual slyness Benton loved.
“Ray, you do know that teasing me like that while I’m balancing twenty feet above the ground may not be the safest thing you’ve ever done.”
I love the balance between proper Benny and sexually charged Benny. :) Nicely done.
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Date: 2003-06-10 10:48 pm (UTC)“Decidedly more than you, I imagine.”
I love, love, LOVE Fraser's "phone sex" voice. You kept Fraser FRASER and didn't turn him into a porn boy cliche. I also love the exchange that goes:
“If I was there, I would love to watch you, Ray. Your long, beautiful fingers clasped around your erection, your other hand playing with your testicles.”
“Balls.” Ray breathed.
“I assure you, Ray, I’m telling you the truth.”
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Date: 2003-06-11 06:17 pm (UTC)I thought about getting Fraser to talk dirty, really dirty, but it just wasn't there. Oh, he used a powerful word when it really counted, but Fraser being Fraser wouldn't use the words other guys might use.
I'm glad someone thought the 'balls' bit was funny....it made me giggle. I could see Fraser using it to tease Ray. I think this Fraser was directly inspired by the conversation at the end of Some Like it Red. They tease each other so much there!