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ds_slash’s first drabble tree for those of us who aren’t going away for Labor Day Weekend. :( And for those of you on vacation who can sneak onto the computer. ;)
Rules:
1. Any dS slash pairing, genre and rating are allowed.
2. All drabbles should be 100-200 words long.
3. All drabbles must be posted as a comment to this post.
4. Choose a word, phrase or line from any previous drabble and reply to that drabble in the comments (thereby creating the tree effect).
5. Bold the text you’re ‘sharing’ with another drabble.
6. As a kindness to our readers, please include the pairing and rating in your subject line.
7. The drabble tree will be open until midnight Monday, September 5th.
8. Do not feedback on the drabbles here.
9. Have fun! *g*
A drabble to start us off - F/K, PG13:
Ray always had a toothpick in his mouth so Fraser had become accustomed to the way he held it between his teeth, the way his lips and tongue moved it from one side of his mouth to the other. He’d observed Ray eat the long strands of cheese off his pizza, wrap his lips around the mouth of a bottle of beer, and lick sauce off his fingers. But Fraser had never seen Ray suck on a lollipop before.
Fraser dragged his eyes away from Ray’s mouth and loosened his collar. “Ah, what flavor is that?”
“Root beer. Wanna taste?”
Fraser opened his mouth to reply but Ray just stuck the lollipop between his lips. He sat frozen.
“You need to suck on it, Frase.”
Fraser couldn’t hide his body’s reaction to that, but Ray didn’t seem to notice. Fraser closed his mouth and sucked on the lollipop. Ray’s eyes glazed.
“You like it?”
Fraser removed the lollipop. “Yes, Ray, very much so.”
“My turn.”
Ray leaned over Fraser and kissed him. He ran his tongue along Fraser’s lips and then slid it between them. Fraser moaned when their tongues met. He could taste root beer, and beneath that, Ray.
Okay, your turn! *points at all of you*
ds_slash’s first drabble tree for those of us who aren’t going away for Labor Day Weekend. :( And for those of you on vacation who can sneak onto the computer. ;)Rules:
1. Any dS slash pairing, genre and rating are allowed.
2. All drabbles should be 100-200 words long.
3. All drabbles must be posted as a comment to this post.
4. Choose a word, phrase or line from any previous drabble and reply to that drabble in the comments (thereby creating the tree effect).
5. Bold the text you’re ‘sharing’ with another drabble.
6. As a kindness to our readers, please include the pairing and rating in your subject line.
7. The drabble tree will be open until midnight Monday, September 5th.
8. Do not feedback on the drabbles here.
9. Have fun! *g*
A drabble to start us off - F/K, PG13:
Ray always had a toothpick in his mouth so Fraser had become accustomed to the way he held it between his teeth, the way his lips and tongue moved it from one side of his mouth to the other. He’d observed Ray eat the long strands of cheese off his pizza, wrap his lips around the mouth of a bottle of beer, and lick sauce off his fingers. But Fraser had never seen Ray suck on a lollipop before.
Fraser dragged his eyes away from Ray’s mouth and loosened his collar. “Ah, what flavor is that?”
“Root beer. Wanna taste?”
Fraser opened his mouth to reply but Ray just stuck the lollipop between his lips. He sat frozen.
“You need to suck on it, Frase.”
Fraser couldn’t hide his body’s reaction to that, but Ray didn’t seem to notice. Fraser closed his mouth and sucked on the lollipop. Ray’s eyes glazed.
“You like it?”
Fraser removed the lollipop. “Yes, Ray, very much so.”
“My turn.”
Ray leaned over Fraser and kissed him. He ran his tongue along Fraser’s lips and then slid it between them. Fraser moaned when their tongues met. He could taste root beer, and beneath that, Ray.
Okay, your turn! *points at all of you*
Mmm. Root beer... F/K (PG?)
Date: 2005-09-02 05:51 pm (UTC)“Mmmmm. Root beer.”
The glass was almost empty. Ray tried to knock it out of his partner’s hand but he was too late.
“We’re going right now, Frase.”
“It’s a special occasion Ray, I was just indulging in a rather tasty carbonated beverage that although doesn’t contain root-“
“Turnbull, take the wolf, Francesca, go home. I can’t believe you’d stoop this low.”
“But Ray we were-“
“Come on, we just wanted to loosen him up some. It’s not dangerous or nothin’” Huey ventured.
“You shut up before I knock your head in.”
Ray grabbed Fraser’s coller and dragged him to the car. “My place.”
“All right, Ray.”
“Look,” he says, speeding off. “Those assholes put some new kind of artificial aphrodisiac in your drink.”
“Oh. That explains the odd aftertaste of-”
“I guess maybe Francesca thought, and the duck boys wanted... I can’t believe you’re not mad!” Ray went through a stop sign and barely missed hitting another car. He banged the steering wheel with his fist.
“I’m stronger than whatever they gave me Ray.”
Silence. Sweat. Nervousness. “So you don’t feel the need to… have the sex or anything?”
“Do you?”
Frannie, Fraser - PG
Date: 2005-09-03 02:06 pm (UTC)Silence. Sweat. Nervousness. “So you don’t feel the need to... have the sex or anything?”
Fraser's head snapped up, his brow crinkled in confusion. "I beg your pardon?"
Frannie forced a laugh. "You know ... stuck here, might die, makes people do crazy things like have sex one last time."
"We're not going to die, Francesca."
"Right." She nodded, clearly not convinced.
"I can hear someone working on the other side of the door right now." And true enough the doors were pried open from the outside and they faced a firefighter and a repairmen.
"Right," she sighed as she stepped off the elevator.
Re: that film he caught Turnbull watching one afternoon... (just Fraser)
Date: 2005-09-03 03:59 am (UTC)The taller, broader man had held the blond man by the hair, pulling him down to his knees and pressing his-- himself into the blond man's mouth. Bent him over the table and-- positioned himself between the blond man's legs. Fraser sucked on his middle finger, pressed it in and out and listened to the blond man's hungry, impenetrable voice.
F/K PG
Date: 2005-09-02 05:58 pm (UTC)“Ray, are you certain...?”
“Yes, Fraser, I am certain. Get off.”
“All right, Ray.” Fraser sighed and reluctantly stepped off the sled.
“Great. Greatness.” Ray immediately bent to unfasten the snowshoes and tossed them to the snow at Fraser’s feet.
“Unless you wanted to ride,” Ray said, smirking.
“No, thank you very kindly, Ray, I’ll walk.”
Ray fixed his winter gear, making sure he was protected from the cold, then stepped onto the sled. “See you back at the cabin, Frase.”
Fraser watched Ray pull away, listening to him yell to the dogs and laugh, and he smiled.
Re: F/K PG
Date: 2005-09-02 11:06 pm (UTC)"Oh come on, Fraser. If this is about the blond I already said I was sorry."
Fraser didn't answer just continued walking and Ray pressed the gas slightly to keep up.
"Fraser. C'mon."
The car behind honked loudly. Ray flicked a finger up and carried on.
After nearly two miles of Fraser walking, Ray's foot cramping over the gas pedal, and pissing off practically every driver in Chicago, Fraser knelt down, licked something, then straightened up and turned around. His expression was calm but Ray knew on the inside he was smirking. "This isn't about the blond, Ray."
Huh. "It isn't? What the hell is it about? We only went to the store what else could I have done to piss you off?"
"I'm not annoyed, Ray."
"You're not?"
"No. However while you were perusing the coffee aisle I happened to glance at the parking lot and see a young man tampering with your car. As his work was concentrated around the chassis, or the er, body of the vehicle rather than the engine I thought it safe to assume the detonator would be rigged to the gear level. You haven't gone above first, have you Ray?"
Ray blinked. "Detonator?"
Re: F/K PG
Date: 2005-09-03 06:01 pm (UTC)Fraser didn't reply. He was upturning everything in Ray's bedroom, tossing things across the room and at walls almost randomly -- if it was anybody else, he'd say it was random, but this was Fraser. His boots were on his bed and his jacket was on the floor. Fraser's hat was on the floor too -- he'd knocked it off when he'd stuck his head in the closet. This was so not good. "Fraser! What the fuck is -- "
Fraser leaped up suddenly and crossed the room, yanking on Ray's undershirt impatiently. "Tell me what you do every morning," he hissed urgently. "Tell me. What do you touch, what do you -- "
For one wild moment Ray was about to tell him about the hidden drawer in his roll-top desk -- something about how Fraser's fingernails were digging into his collarbone, how his shirt was suddenly too tight at the neck and his pants were -- "Bathroom," he croaks finally, and Fraser shoves him away and rushes down the hallway.
Goddamn. Four in the fucking morning. Can we talk about your colossally bad sense of timing, here?
Re: F/K PG
Date: 2005-09-04 06:01 am (UTC)And really that was all Ray could manage. He was long past thinking and instead was just reacting – his eyes closing, his arms moving, his hips thrusting. Overwhelmed and confused and too fucking close to coming to really consider how he had wound up pinned to his bed with Fraser’s tongue wrapped around his dick. This was nothing at all like he had ever imagined; Fraser wasn’t calm and he wasn’t in control and passion wasn’t taking a distant second to decorum. Instead –
His boots were on his bed and his jacket was on the floor and the fact that everything was backwards didn’t seem to bother Fraser at all.
Ray smiled between his moans, pulling on Fraser’s head until lips met lips and tongues collided. He realized that Fraser embracing the backwards was something Ray had already learned to love.
F/K -- PG
Date: 2005-09-02 11:13 pm (UTC)“No, thank you very kindly, Ray, I’ll walk.”
"It's five billion degrees below zero."
"Well, Ray, that is a bit of an exaggeration. In point of fact it is only--"
"Look, I'm sorry."
Fraser nodded and kept walking.
"The hat isn't stupid. I didn't mean it."
"You said it, Ray. You said it quite vehemently so I've no reason to believe you didn't mean it."
Ray watched Fraser walk on and slammed his fist against the steering wheel. "Damnit, Fraser, will you just--" He gunned the engine and sent the GTO flying up the street, turning quickly to block Fraser's path across an alleyway. "The hat is not stupid," Ray said, leaning towards the passenger window as Fraser crossed his arms over his chest. "I just...will you get inside and listen to me?"
"I don't see that we have anything to discuss," Fraser said in that calm, blank way that made Ray want to go around punching inanimate objects. "It's quite late, and since it's only another 28 blocks to the consulate--"
"I didn't mean the hat was stupid. The uniform is sacred. I know that. I just, OK, you're gonna just walk away from me anyway, so I might as well just...look. Here's the thing. I was mad because the hat was in the way and it popped out and I didn't mean that it was stupid, like, all the time, I was just, you know, frustrated because I couldn't figure out how...I was going to kiss you. That's...that's the truth there, Fraser. I was trying to figure out how to lean in and kiss you without the hat getting in the way. I didn't mean to insult the uniform."
Ray sighed and leaned forward until his forehead was resting on the steering wheel. Fraser was never going to talk to him again. Fraser was going to transfer back up to the Northwest Areas where he wouldn't get partnered with a con job whose love life was so screwed up that it had taken him 35 years to figure out he was into guys. Fraser was...Fraser was getting into the car.
Ray lifted his head up. "Fraser? You're, uh...you're not mad at me?"
Fraser shook his head. He'd taken his hat off and was twisting it nervously in his hands. "I...under the circumstances, Ray, I understand that what you said was perfectly justified. However, in the future to avoid these sorts of misunderstandings, might I suggest that you merely ask me to take the hat off?"
Ray grinned, then, because Fraser was blushing up to the tips of his ears and leaning forward just a little bit. "Greatness," Ray said before he leaned forward the rest of the way to join their mouths in a kiss.
F/K -- G
Date: 2005-09-02 11:39 pm (UTC)So comfortable.
He took Fraser and Dief out to the park about three weeks later, on a Sunday, early in the morning. He'd had no qualms about calling Fraser, despite the hour. Fraser was up already -- of course Fraser was up already, he didn't wallow and sleep long like Ray usually did.
The snow had just fallen the night before, and some stupid sentimental part of Ray wanted Fraser to enjoy as much of it as possible before Chicago pollution made it gray and brown and filthy. And damn if he wasn't right. Fraser's grin got just a little bit bigger over all that white, free from footprints and pollution and garbage, and Ray thought it almost looked like Fraser was home.
The snow was clumping and turning to sleet under his shoes as he shuffled along, the weather not quite cold enough yet. The wet mass would turn to ice in a few days. Fraser walked beside him, Fraser-hand bumping his and Fraser-boots shuffling through the snow just like Ray's.
"You know we're gonna kiss someday, right?" Ray said suddenly, after God knows how long of uninterrupted, comfortable silence. "I mean, everybody knows it, I think you know it, I mean... I mean, we're leading up to something here, right? I mean. Right. I mean. We are. I'm just checking, you know?"
Ray babbled until he felt pretty certain he'd gotten his point across, and he dimly thought he should feel embarrassed and ready to crawl into a hole and never come out, but he didn't. Instead he got a brilliant Fraser-smile in return.
"I know, Ray," Fraser said.
"You know?" Ray asked, just to make sure, but the smile never faltered.
Fraser nodded and kept walking.
Re: F/K -- PG-15
Date: 2005-09-03 02:55 am (UTC)"I know, Ray," Fraser said.
“Well, why do you keep doing that?”
“You stay out of it.” He replied, looking behind him.
“Come on Frase, I’m starting to think I’m the one that’s unhinged here.”
With one last ‘would you kindly leave me in peace’ Fraser started undressing.
Ray was transfixed.
The man was methodically taking off layers of his uniform like he just couldn’t stay in it a moment longer. He practically threw the hat onto a nearby chair. He took off his boots, his Sam Brown and swung the suspenders off his shoulders. He loosened the white t-shirt around the collar and just fell back into Ray's couch, his legs falling comfortably apart. He ran his fingers through his hair, sighing loudly.
Ray had to lean against something so as to not fall over. He’d never seen his partner like this. This was obviously a very important moment and all Ray could think about was that he’d kill for Fraser to finish his strip. Kill. Die. Whatever.
“I’d really like one of your malt beverages now Ray.” Fraser looked up at him with a rosy blush in his cheeks.
Ray tripped over his own feet getting to the refrigerator; took deep calming breaths. Beer. Turns out this was a day for changes, for revelations. He wondered if he might make one of his own. Wondered what he might hear.
“It’s my father.”
Re: F/K -- PG-15
Date: 2005-09-09 07:50 am (UTC)Fraser frowned, giving Ray a questioning glance.
Ray shrugged. "I think he thinks we're..."
"That we are what, Ray?"
Sitting down next to Fraser on the couch, Ray sighed deeply. He leaned back and closed his eyes. "You know... that we're..." Ray gestured between them.
"I am not altogether sure I know to what you are referring."
A low growl escaped Ray. The damned Mountie was going to force him to spell it out. "I'm pretty sure he thinks we're together." There, it was out, now he wasn't going to open his eyes. He didn't want to see Fraser pull back from him because it made him feel uneasy.
"Ah... Am I to deduct that with 'together' you mean..."
"Yeah," Ray cut him off.
"Ah..." There was a shift on the couch.
Ray finally found the courage to open his eyes and found Fraser, not pulling away, but a little closer than before. Clearing his throat, Ray just had to ask. "Doesn't that bother you?"
"Does it bother you?"
Ray took a deep breath, then let it out slowly. "Not really."
For that, he was rewarded a smile from Fraser he'd never seen before. But one he really liked.
RayK -- PG
Date: 2005-09-04 01:09 am (UTC)Fraser, where are you?
There was a dumpster nearby, Ray dimly remembered passing it earlier, and now he could smell it clearly, even above the rising stench of blood. It had been raining that week, and the puddles sat, mixing with the pollution and garbage to make the alley really reek, this low to the ground. No chance of Fraser tracking his scent.
Come on, Fraser, quit messing around...
There was water dripping somewhere, and some noises from the street, and the nightclub they'd been investigating, but no footsteps. Ray tried to remember if you really needed two kidneys.
Fraser, you came into this alley with me, now get me the hell out.
It was getting colder, but that was okay, the pitted cement wasn't as uncomfortable as it'd been earlier. Ray closed his eyes, and tried to remember where Fraser had got to.
Re: F/K -- PG
Date: 2005-09-03 04:18 pm (UTC)Fraser has deigned to take off his Mountie-coat for once, to keep it from getting too mucked up and gross. He has also accepted a pair of waders that the drag team offered him -- not that they offered Ray a pair, they couldn't care less about him.
Ray swats another mosquito.
"We're not gonna find anything, Fraser. Let's just let these guys finish their drag, and call it a day."
Ray's about to make a couple dirty suggestions about what they could do with their afternoon off when Fraser brings up a handful of muck from the bottom of the lake, and takes a lick at it.
"Fraser, no!" Ray pulls a face. "That's probably worse than the arsenic! Spit that out!" He tries to look concerned, but he can't really get past grossed out. Fraser just gives him a calm, slightly amused look.
"I was going to kiss you, you know. See if I do that now."
Fraser spits the mud out, but he still looks amused.
F/K - PG13?
Date: 2005-09-03 10:44 pm (UTC)God, who would have thought Alaska would have mosquitoes the size of helicopters? Ray swats at another mosquito. He'd been eaten alive. Fraser had offered some homemade mutant Inuit animal insides repellant -- but he'd said he'd brave the skeeters. They were hiking the Chilkoot Pass for vacation, following the route taken by those looking for gold over 100 years ago. Mosquitoes, hiking and camping. Huh. And he'd said yes.
There were benefits. Ray was enjoying about 8 hours a day of watching Ben's ass as it clambered over the trail. And he was enjoying about another 6 hours a day of making love with Ben -- in the tent, around the campfire, in streams, and off the trail. They were unable to keep their hands off each other.
Of course, those damned skeeters were even barging in on that. The stupid things were interfering with his love life -- he'd been bitten so hard three times within seconds that he’d bitten Ben in response -- while blowing him. Luckily, he'd managed to too hard of a bite. But it had killed the moment. Maybe that mutant repellant would be a good idea after all.