Naive Fraser Challenge

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Naive Fraser meets Rent Boy Ray, that about says it all. Thank you kindlys go to Jodie Mouse for the quick beta job.

Freshly minted Mountie, Benton Fraser, arrived at his first posting in Moose Jaw two days early. He wanted to get the lay of the city before he was expected to serve it. His very first evening there, while he was out walking, found that he'd unknowingly ventured into a rather unsavory neighborhood. Loud music escaped the confines of several drinking establishments. Then a whistle penetrated the noise.

"Hey, cowboy! How about going for a ride with me?"

Fraser looked over his shoulder and saw a thin man with light, rather aggressive hair leaning against the outside of one of the bars. "I beg your pardon?"

"You, me. How about it cowboy, wanna play some fun games?"

Fraser stopped and walked back to the man. He was younger than he first appeared, Fraser noted as he got closer. "What type of games did you have in mind?" Thinking that he really had nothing better to do. A game of chess or something similar might prove stimulating.

"Yahtzee, what do you think?" He rolled his eyes as he answered with a sarcasm that was totally lost on Fraser.

Fraser scratched his eyebrow and thought a moment. "I've never played Yahtzee before. Is that a fun game?"

The young man laughed. "Yeah, it's fun. Come on, I know a place where we can play 'Yahtzee' all night long and nobody'll care."

He started walking down the street, but Fraser hesitated. He envisioned his cold, dead body being found in an alley. He didn't know this man. He could be - could do anything at all, and no one would know. Perhaps, it would be would be prudent to go back to his room.

The man looked back and saw that Fraser wasn't following him. "What's the matter, cowboy? Change your mind?"

"Uh - "

He sauntered back to where Fraser stood. "Hey. You don't have to worry. It'll be safe," he said with a wink.

The wink did it. All of Fraser's uncertainty faded. He nodded, "Let's go - uh..."

"Pete, what do I call you, cowboy?"

"Ben. You can call me Ben."

"Ok, then Ben. Let's do it."

Ben followed Pete to rather drab building and up two flights of stairs. The room was small, relatively tidy and dominated by a huge bed. There were no board games or dice in evidence, but what Fraser did see made his eyes go wide in amazement. Condoms and a large variety of personal lubricants and oil were lined up on the table by the bed. Pete was shimmying out of his clothes. "Oh, my Lord."

"What? You weren't expecting a dick under here?" As Pete walked toward him, the aforementioned member swayed hypnotically. "Come on, now. I've shown you mine. You show me yours."

Fraser snapped his head up so quickly; he hit the door with the back of his head. "I - I. I'd better go."

"Come on, Ben. No need to be scared. I told you, no rough stuff. Just you and me and some fun games, ok?" Pete stroked Fraser's arm like he was gentling a frightened animal. "You can't tell me you're not interested." Pete looked down at Fraser's groin. It was painfully obvious that a part of him was very interested. Fraser resolved, then and there, part of his first paycheck would be spent on a new, larger pair of jeans. Pete's fingers skimmed over the bulge of Fraser's erection. Ben shuddered and jerked himself away.

"No. I really have to go. Please, I don't want to have to arrest you."

"What? What the fuck?"

Fraser reluctantly pulled out his ID and showed it to Pete. "See? Constable Benton Fraser, RCMP."

"Oh, shit." Pete sat down heavily on the bed. He squinted up at Fraser and said. "Hey? Isn't this that entrapment thing? Besides, we never talked money. You can't arrest me if I didn't name a price, ain't that right?"

"Well, yes, technically...but I wasn't truly trying to entrap you."

"Yeah, so why'd you come with me? You didn't really think we were going to play Yahtzee, did you?" Pete looked at Ben's face. "Oh, hell, you did, didn't you?"

If he'd have laughed, Ben would have gone. He'd have been halfway back to the Territories before the other man could swipe the tears of mirth from his eyes, but Pete didn't laugh. Fraser sighed and sat down on the bed beside Pete. "Why are you doing this, Pete?"

"Aw, you don't want to hear it. I was stupid, am stupid. Name's not Pete, by the way."

Fraser reached out a touched the bare, bent back in front of him. "You can tell me. We have all night, don't we?" Pete nodded. No, not Pete, "What is your name?"

Ben had to strain to hear the small voice say, "Ray, my name is Ray, and I'm stupid."

"Not as stupid as I am, apparently." That earned Ben a lifted head and a small twist of the other man's lips. "What are you doing here in Moose Jaw, Ray? You're obviously not Canadian."

"Chicago, I'm trying to get enough bread together to get back there."

"By doing this? Selling yourself to strangers?"

"Yeah, I told you I was stupid. Came up here with some buddies. Spring break, everybody else goes to Florida, where do they want to go? Bumfuck, Saskatchewan."

"Moose Jaw," Ben corrected.

"You say Moose Jaw, I say Bumfuck. Like one of those potato, pa-tah-to, things," Ray said back with a touch of amusement in his voice. He continued, "I thought what the hell, you know. I'd never been out of the States before. I thought it might be cool. I thought I might have some friends that I'd really fit in with. Fuck! You don't want to hear this!"

Fraser rubbed Ray's back to calm him. "I do. I know that feeling very well. Tell me what happened, please?"

"Ok, I'll tell you, but you're going to find out what a rube I am."

"Not a bigger, as you say, rube than me, certainly."

That got a little chuckle out of Ray. "Ok, I'll give you that. They fucking took off and left me. They had the van, I didn't. Some buddies, huh?"

"But surely, you could have called someone? Your parents? Contacted the American Consulate? Something other than this?"

Ray turned totally away from Fraser and hid his head in a pillow. The words were muffled, but Ben heard them, "I didn't want them to know. I didn't want anybody to know. I thought I could do this, get the dough and get back home. This was going to be the last time. I almost had enough."

Ben couldn't help it; he reached out smoothed Ray's hair. Eased his head up out of the pillow. "How much?"

"Wh-what? No, fucking no, Ben. I can't take your money."

"Oh," Fraser snapped back, raising his voice, "you can take it in exchange for - for that, but I can't give it to you?"

"Shhh...shush, keep it down, will you? Morrie don't allow no rough stuff here. He'll be up here in a flash if you don't quiet down."

Fraser whispered back, "Who is this Morrie person?"

Ray rolled his eyes again, "Man, you don't know nothing, do you? Morrie owns this place. He gets half of everything for giving me this room. Get it? That's why it's taken me almost six months to save up."

Fraser nodded. He closed his eyes and thought for a moment. Still whispering, he said, "I have an idea. A plan." Ray looked skeptical, but he nodded. "Pack your things and give them to me."

"What? Do I look crazy, man?"

"No," Fraser hissed back, "listen to me. Here, take this and give it to Morrie after I've left." He took all the money he had and gave it to Ray. "Meet me," Ben paused for a second, "meet me back by the bar, we'll go to my room until morning."

"Yeah? And what happens then?"

Ben let out an exasperated sigh, "Then we sleep. In the morning, I'll report in, ask for an advance on my salary and we put you on the train for Chicago."

"Why?"

"Why, what?"

"Why are you helping me?"

The smile that broke out on Fraser's face was the most beautiful thing Ray had ever seen; the words he spoke, Ray knew were true. "Because I'm a Mountie. It's what I do."

Benton Fraser, RCMP was as good as his word. Ben took Ray back to his room and slept on the floor while Ray got the bed. The next morning he had to endure a long lecture from his superior about being young and frivolously wasting his money while on leave, but he got his advance. He walked Ray to the train station, and they pooled their money for the ticket. Standing face to face, Ray shook Ben's hand and thanked him. "I'm going to pay you back, every dime, I promise."

"Promise me that you'll go straight, and never mind the money."

Ray winked at Ben and laughed, "I don't think I'll ever go straight, but don't worry, my days as a rent boy are over."

"What will you do when you get there, Ray? Go back to university?"

"Nah." Ray shrugged. "The old man will raise hell, but I think I'm going to apply to the police academy."

"Oh, Ray! I think that's a marvelous idea. I'm sure you'll be a very good policeman. Best of luck!" Fraser patted Ray's back.

"You think so? Don't take this the wrong way, Ben, you're a good cop, but I think you ought to ask for a transfer or something. I don't think Moose Jaw is the right place for you, maybe somewhere where there're less people. If you're not careful here, somebody's going to take advantage of you," he teased.

The loud speaker announced Ray's train. It was time for him to leave. He started to shake Ben's hand again, and then said, "Oh, hell." He dropped his bag and threw his arms around Fraser. "I'll never forget you. Thanks."

A very red faced Benton Fraser squeezed the man tight to him for a moment and let go. "Good-bye, Ray."

Ray grabbed his bag and ran for the train, he looked back one last time at Fraser and waved; thinking he'd never see the likes again.

Comments

[mergatrude.livejournal.com]

Awwwwww. Now I'm thinking what Ray's reaction was when he first saw the file on the Vecchio job!

[akite.livejournal.com]

Awwwwww. Now I'm thinking what Ray's reaction was when he first saw the file on the Vecchio job!

Hmmm...that is something to think about. Hey, if you want to write it, please, be my guest. ::g::