ds_slash | My first Due South Fic

Hi all,
Here is my first due south fic, slash of course. I am very proud of this. I think it's one of my better fics. I would love comments, especially if you'd tell me what your favorite line is.

The Great Mountie Anti-Smoking Campaign
by Slashylassy
Rating: definitely not work safe, mature readers only, please
Pairing: RayK/Fraser

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You know, I’ve always enjoyed smoking. At first, it was because my dad did it. Hell, everyone smoked in the 70’s. Movie theaters had smoking and non-smoking sides, and it was a real bitch if you got to the theater late and your dad had to sit through Star Wars without a smoke.

Then it was because the “big kids” on my block did it. For a skinny kid with experimental hair (yeah, even then, although it did it natural-like then) I would do just about anything to fit in and be cool. It didn’t matter that Jerry Polanski charged me a dollar to buy a pack for me

Then it was because Stella did it. For her, it was all about rebelling from that Gold Coast lifestyle; about rebelling from her parents; then, at college, it was all about being “cool.” All the girls smoked, mostly socially, at their Debs Against Drugs meeting, or behind the maintenance shed at the sorority house. Funny, I busted two of those ex-debutantes for possession when I first walked a beat. Whatever. I smoked. Stella smoked. And she didn’t mind that I tasted liked tar and nicotine.

But now that’s changed. Stella still doesn’t care if I taste like an ashtray. She don’t care if I taste like champagne and caviar, or Bud Lite. Sometimes, I wonder if she ever did. That’s all over. Now it’s all about Benton.

Benton does care that I smoke. He actually gives a rat’s ass that I am spending my retirement fund, oh and also slowly killing myself. He always gave me a tiny disapproving look whenever I lit up, something I thoroughly enjoyed ignoring. He would leave pamphlets on my desk at the precinct or on my coffee table. He brought up the subject every few months usually during some critical moment of the hockey game or on a high speed chase (mostly then ‘cause I usually threw my cigarette out the window as I put my foot down on the accelerator (that was the “You really shouldn’t throw burning materials from a moving vehicle, Ray” talk combined with the “If you would just quit smoking, Ray” talk.)

But damn it if the Mountie hasn’t figured out a way to make me quit. You know, they say that a person can’t quit smoking for someone else. That they gotta do for themselves, not just because someone else wants them to. Well, Benton has proved that wrong. I just figure that it’s going to be hard to patent this cure.

It all started when Vecchio returned. Man, that was the lowest day of my life. No warning, nothin’, just that loud-mouth style-pig sittin’ at my desk (yeah, okay it was his desk first) and talkin’ up a storm saying he couldn’t wait to get back on the job. So I cleaned out my desk feeling like I’d just lost my best friend because, let’s face it, I had. But Benton tracked me down and told me that we’d always be partners. That made me feel a lot better and then he did something so outta left field that six months later, I’m still reeling. He rubbed his eyebrow for a moment and then he said nine words that changed my life forever. He said “I love you, Ray” and he kissed me. After I finished picking up the pieces of my skull, because man, can that guy kiss, Benton pulled a face and said “I wish you wouldn’t smoke.”

And that was it. Done. Finito. I did something for Benton that I wouldn’t do for nobody else. I quit smoking, right then and there. Of course, we had other things to do right there and then, so it wasn’t such a hardship. But afterwards, it was a bit harder. Of course it helped that I hadn’t had a post-coti—a post-coity—ah, hell, an after-sex cigarette for like forever. And the mornings were rough, especially at first. But I got on the patch and with lots of moral support from Benton that seemed to do the trick.

All the same, it was hard, and one night, after I spent most of the day bitchin’ and moanin’ about what obscene acts I would commit if someone would just blow some second-hand smoke my way, Benton came home with a small grocery sack filled with—are you ready for this?—Tootsie Pops. As in a substitution for a cigarette. Can anyone say fuckin’ Kojak? Well, I did and as usual, any reference to pop culture went completely over his head. Still, he meant well, and they did work, although Dewey got real close to losing a coupla front teeth until Benton took him aside and Dewey clammed up. I’m not real sure what Benton said but it probably involved a long-winded story about a caribou, a saxophone, and some old trapper named Lockjaw Louie.

But a guy can only eat so many lollypops, even me with my sweet tooth, so Benton got me something else to suck on—him. Obviously, we had to stick to lollypops at the precinct and in public, but at home—wham! I was on him like white on rice and he was always happy to oblige. Sometimes, I needed it so badly that I dropped to my knees and pinned him to the inside of the front door, pumpkin pants around his calves, and his dick down my throat. I love nuzzling the wiry curls there, inhaling his musky scent, tasting the warm silky skin in the crease of his thigh, and waiting for the explosion of bittersweet fluid. Life was good. Tootsie-Pops at the office and Benton at home; yeah, life was very good.

And then the Rosellini case hit. By hit, I mean hit the fan. As in you-know-what- hits the fan. Down the crapper. Some complete moron down at the DA’s office fails to file some lame-ass piece of paper and Scum-bag Carmine Rosellini, one of the up-and-coming drug dealers on the south side goes walkies. I totally lost it. Six months of hard work down the drain and the worst of it was, Rosellini was gonna be extra careful now, and it would probably take something major, like a murder, to get him behinds bars again. That’s when I really wanted a smoke.

Smoking always relaxed me, and that’s sayin’ something when you’re as restless as I am. I used to drive my mom and my teachers absolutely ape-shit with all my fidgeting. Not for nothin’ was my nickname in grade school “Ants-in-the-Pants Kowalski.” So here I am, six months smoke-free and now I’m ready to fall off the wagon, as because of a now-unemployed underling at the DA’s office.

Benton could see I was getting close to losing it. He stopped me from punching out that idiot DA, stopped me from stalking Rosellini, thereby saving me from a restraining order that wouldn’t look so good in my jacket and drops me off a the precinct saying he needed to borrow the Goat for a few minutes. Man, I was so pissed I just got out and didn’t even remind him which pedal was which. I stomped upstairs and twenty minutes later, Benton was back arriving just in time to see me put my fist into the wall next to Dewey’s head. One day there won’t be anyone around to save Dewey’s stinky-breathed big mouth, but unfortunately, today wasn’t that day. Benton grabbed me and manhandled me into the men’s room where he backed me into one of the stalls.

“Fraser! You shoulda let me belt Dewey one. He totally deserved it. You didn’t hear what he—.”

“Shush, Ray. I can guess. But you cannot attack Dewey just because a case has gone wrong and you want a cigarette.”

“You wanna bet?” I snarled, then sighed and sat down on the toilet lid. Scubbing my fingers through my hair I looked up at Benton. “Please, Benton, please let me have just one?”

“Oh, Ray, you’re doing so well.”

“I know, and I don’t want to disappoint you, but the past few days, it’s all I’ve been thinking about.”

“Well, Ray I think we can take care of that right now.”

I jerked my eyes up to his, and sure enough Benton had on that same grin he gets in that split-second before I swallow his cock whole.

“Benton,” I whisper. “We can’t do that here—now. Someone’s sure to come in, even maybe Welsh, ready to fire me or somethin’.”

Benton smiled. “Oh, I wasn’t thinking of that, Ray. It’s just that I found a new lollypop for you and went and picked up one for you especially because I know today was really hard for you.” As he spoke, Benton reached into his tunic pocket and pulled out another Tootsie-Pop, only it didn’t have any of the usual colored wrappers. This one was wrapped in some sort of gold foil.

I sighed again. I didn’t want to hurt his feelings, but there wasn’t no lollypop in the world that was gonna make me feel better about today. Still, there Benton was, offering that golden lollypop and he did go to all that trouble.

“Okay, already. I’ll try your new substitute, but I’m telling you, unless you found Marlboro-flavored Tootsie-Pops, it probably won’t do the trick.”

I unwrapped the lollypop and popped it into my mouth and froze as the taste exploded across my tongue. Sweet and bitter, musky, salty—oh Sweet Mother of God, Benton found a lollypop that tasted just like him. It was incredibly hot and kinky and I was suddenly very glad we were in an empty men’s room because instantly I was hard and aching, my cock leaking. I whimpered and Benton, thank God, knew what I needed. He moved to the door and pressed his ear to it, never taking his eyes off me. I had my pants down in a flash, still sucking on that damn lollypop. With Benton watching intently, I grabbed my cock roughly and smeared the insane amount of pre-come over the head and stroked it down my shaft.

“Yes Ray. Stroke it. Think about what I’m going to do to you tonight when we get home.” Benton whispered loudly. “Feel how good that is? Do you feel your orgasm building? Are you getting close? No cigarette can make you feel this good, Ray. No cigarette is going to make you come all over your hand.”

I gasped and dragged some air into my lungs, still stroking, and watching Benton. My right thumb flicked over the sensitive head and I could feel the blood throbbing under my hand.

“Benton—God—this is—you—” As usual, Benton had reduced me to incomplete sentences.

“I’m going to fuck you tonight, Ray. Hands and knees first, and then I’ll make you sit back on me and I’ll be in so hard and deep so you’ll feel it tomorrow.” Benton’s eyes bore into me and I came then, hard and messy. I started to reach for some toilet paper to wipe my hands but Benton moved real fast and blocking the stall doorway he unwrapped a chocolate Tootsie-Pop and handed it to me.

“Waste not, want not, Ray.” I grinned goofily at him and swiped the lollypop through my wet hands before handing it back and wiping them. He air-dried the candy for a moment before rewrapping it and putting it back into his pocket. “This one is for me, Ray.”

“Kinky Mountie,” I murmured as I pulled my boxers and jeans back up. After I was decently dressed again I risked a quick kiss. “Dirty talk, public sex, come-flavored lollypops. You really know how to set me off, Benton.”

Benton straightened his tunic and grinned. “Yes I do Ray. And I hope that this has shown you that you do not need cigarettes in order to relax.”

“Yeah, I just need a mind-blowing orgasm. We should notify the Surgeon General. They could do a study.” We exited the men’s room and when we pushed open the swinging doors to the squad room I could see Welsh and some of the others eyeing me, sizing me up. Was I gonna freak out again or what. I opted for the ‘or what.’

“Wait a sec, okay?” Benton nodded and taking a deep breath, I walked straight over to Dewey’s desk and held out my hand.

“This ain’t gonna happen too often Dewey so don’t get used to it or nothin’, but anyway, I’m sorry I took my frustrations out on you. It’s been a rough week but that’s no reason to lash out at you.” There, done. I don’t think Benton could have said it better. Aw, hell, who am I kidding? Of course Benton could have said it better. Longer, too, with some odd anecdotes about dried fish and caribou dung thrown it for good measure. But whatever. Dewey still looked shell-shocked and Welsh had to yell at him to shake my hand and accept my apology.

Welsh then motioned us into his office.

“Don’t bother sitting down, I just wanted to say I’m glad to see you’ve calmed down Detective. It takes a big man to apologize to someone they don’t like, and apologizing to Dewey must be even harder. But make no mistake, Detective. Another melt-down like that one will earn you a two-day suspension. Is that clear?”

“As crystal, sir.” I nodded. Welsh turned to Benton.

“I don’t know what you said to him, but keep it up Constable. Now take your partner out of here. We’ll regroup tomorrow and come up with some ideas about Rosellini. Go!”

Benton hustled me out of the Lieutenant’s office in double-quick time. We made it all the way to the car before he spoke. As I started the Goat, he looked at me out of the corner of his eyes.

“That wasn’t very nice of you, Ray. You deliberately apologized to Dewey in order to get him to shake your hand. Your hand that you didn’t wash after your climax.” His tone was serious but I could see a corner of his mouth twitching.

“Hey, you eat it, so it can’t be that bad, huh?” I winked at him as I exited the parking lot. Benton laughed.

“Speaking of eating, you want Chinese or pizza tonight?”

“I don’t mind Ray. Whatever you feel like.” Benton gave me a wicked look and yes, he can do wicked. “After all, I already have my dessert.”

The End

A/N: No Lollypops were harmed in the making of this fic.