Ray Works It Out
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ds_slashTitle: Ray Works it Out
Fandom: Due South
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Oral sex, slash, humour etc.
Disclaimer: Not mine, don’t sue me please!
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mmmarmaladeSummary: Ray figures out an unusual solution to a slashy problem, pwp ensues...not very deep but definitely fun to write!!!
What I couldn’t understand at first was why Fraser loved giving blow jobs, but could barely tolerate them in return. He didn’t resist exactly, but after a few tries, which frankly took way longer than necessary, and really didn’t satisfy either of us, I basically gave up. Which in truth is a shame, ‘cause all my previous partners have said I give excellent blow jobs and I really enjoyed giving them. I was pretty disheartened by Fraser’s obvious discomfort with the whole issue.
At first I really thought he was embarrassed with the whole ‘having a guy kneel between your legs’ and me being his first male lover probably didn’t help. So I lay him back on the bed and tried it that way, you know, make it more sexy and less unusual. But that didn’t work either, and soon enough I found myself flipped over with his mouth fastened to mine. Not that he minded, as he had the appealing ability to come from just giving me a blow job, which made me want to chuckle, and sing out, “Look Mum, no hands!”
But that didn’t solve my problem.
Then I figured maybe it was technique, you know, maybe he liked it a certain way. So I got him all hot and bothered with a good long make- out session and went to work, using all my skills. But, damn it, that time he almost didn’t come at all. I was getting pretty frustrated, as you can imagine, and there was no way yet that he’d allow me anywhere near his ass if this was how he responded to my mouth on his cock.
But then a case came up, and I had a moment of inspiration. There he was, crouched down in an alleyway, licking yet another disgusting piece of dirt, and I knew what the problem was. I should have noticed by his insistence on not using condoms, his almost incessant need to kiss at the most inopportune times, and to top it off, his description of my BJs as ‘missing something’.
So I decided to try out my theory.
After another lovely long make-out session, I sat him back on the couch and slid down between his legs, smiling up at him reassuringly. He looked at me, startled, and a little hurt as his erection immediately began to lag.
“Ray, you know I…,” but I stopped him before he could protest further, slipping two of my fingers between his lips, and asked him gently to “Trust me, I’ll make it work this time. Suck on them,” which he did, after giving me a very confused and slightly anxious look. He slid his tongue along the inside of them and drew them further back into his mouth. I reached up and touched his cheek.
“No, don’t try to be sexy. Taste them. Learn what I have been using my hands for all day, taste me.” He was obviously still a little confused, but stilled, and closing his eyes, started to lick and suck again at my fingertips. His face scrunched a little in concentration, and I thought for a moment maybe I had been wrong and he was busy analyzing the dirt under my nails, but then he moaned slightly, little more than a breath. But then he did it again, this time deep and needy, and I fought back a smile. That was more like it!
I let him continue for a few long minutes, my own arousal growing as he continued, moaning every so often. I had never seen him so hard. Finally, when I couldn’t fight the urge any longer, I slipped my lips around his now rock-hard and weeping erection. He yelped a little in surprise, but when I pushed a third finger between his lips, he groaned and shut his eyes again, and slumped heavily onto the back of the couch. I almost came then, my proper, always-straight-backed Mountie lay moaning incomprehensibly as I slipped my mouth farther and farther along his cock until finally I had him completely.
He reached down, cupping the back of my head, guiding my thrusts roughly. He only lasted a few more strokes and he was spilling hotly into my mouth. Carefully, I caught some with my tongue, milking him for the last few drops. I had one more treat for him tonight.
I slipped up from between his legs until I was face to face with him, and carefully slipped my fingers from his mouth to a whimper of disappointment on his part. But soon enough, I was kissing him, sliding my tongue into his mouth, and sharing with him the fruit of our discovery. I could feel him fighting a smile on his lips as he tasted what I was offering. And as he slipped his own tongue into my mouth, I felt my own arousal reach its peak and without even touching myself, I came right there, all over the shirt he hadn’t bothered to remove earlier. Amused at myself, I thought “Well damn, seems Fraser has taught me a trick or two as well.”
Half an hour later, we lay sprawled on the couch, chatting good- naturedly about our little discovery.
“Ray, I can taste everything that you touched. The coffee you’ve drunk, the food you ate, the dust from your desk. And under all that I can taste you, your sweat and the unique something that speaks to something inside me.” He laughed, and said “Yes, Ray,” when I suggested that that something was probably his cock, and my something was probably what remained from me jacking off this morning in the shower.
But that night, as we curled around each other in bed, I felt him slip my fingers back into his mouth. I thought to myself, “Okay, here we go again.” But he slipped peacefully off to sleep, letting my hand drop down to rest along his cheek.
“Well,” I thought to myself, “if that’s the kind of reaction he has to my fingers, I wonder what he’ll think of when I introduce him to a 69er?”
At first I really thought he was embarrassed with the whole ‘having a guy kneel between your legs’ and me being his first male lover probably didn’t help. So I lay him back on the bed and tried it that way, you know, make it more sexy and less unusual. But that didn’t work either, and soon enough I found myself flipped over with his mouth fastened to mine. Not that he minded, as he had the appealing ability to come from just giving me a blow job, which made me want to chuckle, and sing out, “Look Mum, no hands!”
But that didn’t solve my problem.
Then I figured maybe it was technique, you know, maybe he liked it a certain way. So I got him all hot and bothered with a good long make- out session and went to work, using all my skills. But, damn it, that time he almost didn’t come at all. I was getting pretty frustrated, as you can imagine, and there was no way yet that he’d allow me anywhere near his ass if this was how he responded to my mouth on his cock.
But then a case came up, and I had a moment of inspiration. There he was, crouched down in an alleyway, licking yet another disgusting piece of dirt, and I knew what the problem was. I should have noticed by his insistence on not using condoms, his almost incessant need to kiss at the most inopportune times, and to top it off, his description of my BJs as ‘missing something’.
So I decided to try out my theory.
After another lovely long make-out session, I sat him back on the couch and slid down between his legs, smiling up at him reassuringly. He looked at me, startled, and a little hurt as his erection immediately began to lag.
“Ray, you know I…,” but I stopped him before he could protest further, slipping two of my fingers between his lips, and asked him gently to “Trust me, I’ll make it work this time. Suck on them,” which he did, after giving me a very confused and slightly anxious look. He slid his tongue along the inside of them and drew them further back into his mouth. I reached up and touched his cheek.
“No, don’t try to be sexy. Taste them. Learn what I have been using my hands for all day, taste me.” He was obviously still a little confused, but stilled, and closing his eyes, started to lick and suck again at my fingertips. His face scrunched a little in concentration, and I thought for a moment maybe I had been wrong and he was busy analyzing the dirt under my nails, but then he moaned slightly, little more than a breath. But then he did it again, this time deep and needy, and I fought back a smile. That was more like it!
I let him continue for a few long minutes, my own arousal growing as he continued, moaning every so often. I had never seen him so hard. Finally, when I couldn’t fight the urge any longer, I slipped my lips around his now rock-hard and weeping erection. He yelped a little in surprise, but when I pushed a third finger between his lips, he groaned and shut his eyes again, and slumped heavily onto the back of the couch. I almost came then, my proper, always-straight-backed Mountie lay moaning incomprehensibly as I slipped my mouth farther and farther along his cock until finally I had him completely.
He reached down, cupping the back of my head, guiding my thrusts roughly. He only lasted a few more strokes and he was spilling hotly into my mouth. Carefully, I caught some with my tongue, milking him for the last few drops. I had one more treat for him tonight.
I slipped up from between his legs until I was face to face with him, and carefully slipped my fingers from his mouth to a whimper of disappointment on his part. But soon enough, I was kissing him, sliding my tongue into his mouth, and sharing with him the fruit of our discovery. I could feel him fighting a smile on his lips as he tasted what I was offering. And as he slipped his own tongue into my mouth, I felt my own arousal reach its peak and without even touching myself, I came right there, all over the shirt he hadn’t bothered to remove earlier. Amused at myself, I thought “Well damn, seems Fraser has taught me a trick or two as well.”
Half an hour later, we lay sprawled on the couch, chatting good- naturedly about our little discovery.
“Ray, I can taste everything that you touched. The coffee you’ve drunk, the food you ate, the dust from your desk. And under all that I can taste you, your sweat and the unique something that speaks to something inside me.” He laughed, and said “Yes, Ray,” when I suggested that that something was probably his cock, and my something was probably what remained from me jacking off this morning in the shower.
But that night, as we curled around each other in bed, I felt him slip my fingers back into his mouth. I thought to myself, “Okay, here we go again.” But he slipped peacefully off to sleep, letting my hand drop down to rest along his cheek.
“Well,” I thought to myself, “if that’s the kind of reaction he has to my fingers, I wonder what he’ll think of when I introduce him to a 69er?”
This was written in an hour on a dare so I'm sorry for any spelling mistakes etc, but i hope you all enjoyed it :) This is my first due south fic ever (part of the dare) and I'm not usually a pwp writer either but i figured I'd give it go.
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Date: 2008-07-13 03:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-13 03:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-13 04:08 pm (UTC)I know it's fun to post and get feedback, but sometimes it's better to just take a deep breath and read all the way through first.
You've got an interesting idea and I found it hard to enjoy because I got side tracked with the spelling. I figure Fraser would be a stickler, too, so I don't feel too bad about it. *g*
Still, Ray and Ben having sex, that's a good thing.
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Date: 2008-07-14 12:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-13 03:10 pm (UTC)EDIT: eh, and another piece of friendly advice: try to proof-read before you post. Or get a beta reader.
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Date: 2008-07-13 03:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-13 05:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-14 12:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-14 01:17 pm (UTC)The Ray thing can be issue given there are Vecchio fans and Kowalski fans, both Ray fans. Some like one or the other and some like both. I generally assume Kowalski if a surname isn't specified because that is how it tends to be. But others like to know. That's why I pointed it out.
And I wanted to sure for listing it in
Don't let this one experience put you off. due south is a good fandom and would be happy to have you I am sure.
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Date: 2008-07-13 08:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-15 12:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-15 10:03 am (UTC)that's it, I'm throwing down the challenge!!!
Can someone write this concept and actually do a good job this time :D !!!!!
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Date: 2008-07-15 11:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-21 05:46 am (UTC)Good luck with your future writing, and remember: just keep plugging away at it. These characters are fabulous, and I think you definitely have a lot to offer. I hope you write another story soon.
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Date: 2008-07-25 05:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-18 01:27 am (UTC)I guess, from the comments, reading this after it got corected is better. But hey, I liked it. I like the fact that the sex wasn't perfect right from the start, as well. More true to real life than some fics.
And hey, I have a huge kink for Ray's fingers, so yeah. No problems here.
One small complaint is the spacing of the fic. I tend not to be able to read huge blocks of text, it screws my brain up. Just a small note for future postings. Actualy, I don't know how many people have that problem, since it's related to dyslexia and there can't be that many dyselxic fic readers and writers around.
So yeah, feel free to ignore me and my random ramblings :D
Also, is humour a warning? Are people really that miserable, that they need to be warned against the posibilty of entertainment? Ok, sorry. I realy will shut up and go away now.
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