ficlet request #1

[schmerica]

Um. They're totally not all going to be this long, man. I don't know if most of the requests will be a quarter this long, actually. Anyway.

brooklinegirl: Would it be too base to request Fraser and RayK against-the-wall alley sex?

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Fraser had the vague wish they had waited another day before calling to check back in. It wouldn't have made any difference in the long run, but it would have been nice, he thought, having one more day to themselves, before dealing with everything else.

He sat awkwardly at the desk on one side of the hotel room. He wanted to give Ray a little privacy, but the room was quite small -- there wasn't anywhere for him to go.

He could only hear Ray's half of the conversation, obviously, but it was more than enough to allow him to understand the general idea. At any rate, Ray Vecchio had filled him in on the essentials during their conversation, before Stella Kowalski had come on the line and asked to speak with Ray.

"No, it *is* my business!" Ray snarled. He was standing facing the window, one hand holding the telephone to his ear while the other gestured wildly. "Jesus, Stella--"

He stopped talking for a long moment, backing up to sit down hard on the edge of the bed.

"Stella, no, I-- Stella. Stella, listen to me-- No. No, I don't!"

Another long pause, and when he spoke again his voice sounded almost resigned.

"Fine. You do that. Do whatever the hell you want. It's not my problem."

There was a final pause, and then Ray set the phone down into its base with a click. He didn't let go of the earpiece, though, continuing to stare down at his hand upon it.

Fraser cleared his throat. "Ray," he began, and Ray stood up in one fluid movement and threw the phone to the floor. It skitted across the carpet until it met the wall.

"Fuck it," Ray said, running his hands through his hair. "Just fuck it. Fraser, I'm gonna take a walk. Cool down." He grabbed his jacket from where he'd thrown it across the bed. He was halfway out the door, still shrugging it onto his shoulders, when Fraser made the decision to stand up, grab his own and follow.

They reached the end of the hallway before Ray snapped around to face him. Fraser stopped, still a few feet away.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm coming with you, Ray."

Ray glared at him. "Well, quit it. Buzz off." He made a shooing motion with his hands, but when Fraser frowned at him, Ray sighed and headed down the stairs.

In the lobby, Fraser moved to walk beside him; Ray still didn't say a word as they exited the hotel. Fraser was unsure where Ray had planned on going, especially considering his lack of familiarity with the town, and it caught him by surprise when Ray turned to duck suddenly into an alleyway down the street.

"Ray, this alley doesn't go anywhere," Fraser said as they stopped a ways in.

Ray leaned against one of the walls and let out a harsh, jerky laugh. "That right there, Fraser -- that is the story of my *life*."

Fraser frowned. He walked over to stand against the wall beside Ray, placing his hand lightly over Ray's arm.

Ray let out a long sigh, and slid down the wall into a crouching stance. He stared across the narrow way and said, "You know, I'm over her."

Fraser made a non-committal noise. His hand was on Ray's shoulder now.

"Seriously. Me and Stella -- that is *old news*. I have moved on."

He was unsure whether Ray was trying to convince Fraser or himself. On reflection, the latter seemed more likely.

"Stella's moved on," Ray said, his voice slowly gaining a different tone. He turned his head to look up at Fraser -- his eyes seemed a little wider, darker. "She's moved on, I gotta move on, right?"

Fraser's mouth felt dry. He said, "I'm not sure I'm the one to come to for romantic advice."

Ray was still keeping eye contact; he shook his head slowly. "No, come on, Fraser. You know."

Fraser closed his eyes. "It might be wise--"

And Ray's shoulder jerked out of his grasp, and when Fraser opened his eyes again Ray was on his knees before him.

His body responded to the sight instantly, his face flushing with heat, his penis stiffening in his jeans. "Ray. What--"

"Let me do this, Fraser, you gotta let me do this," Ray said. His hands were underneath Fraser's jacket, untucking his shirts, and each time his cool hands brushed against Fraser's skin it became slightly more difficult to breathe.

"We can't do this here," he managed to say. He was stronger than Ray -- Ray was unbalanced on his knees -- it hadn't gone so far it couldn't be taken back--

The sound of Fraser's zipper coming down was obscene, unthinkable. Ray looked up at him, licking his lips.

"That fucking tent -- I swear, Fraser, every goddamn night I thought about--"

He stopped there; thank god, because Fraser didn't think he could stand hearing more. Ray put his mouth to another use, instead -- but that wasn't any better. With Ray mouthing the thin fabric of Fraser's shorts, it was almost as if his mouth was directly upon him.

"Ray," Fraser said. He curled his hands into tight fists, pushing them both hard against the bricks behind him. "Please--"

Ray made a noise, almost savage, and then he was pulling down on Fraser's underwear, exposing him to the open air -- good lord, he was *exposed*, exposed here in public, in *public* Ray was doing this to him--

Ray stilled suddenly, his eyes locked on Fraser's groin. His gaze trailed slowly upward, past the length of Fraser's chest. He stopped only when his eyes caught Fraser's own, as he undid his own trousers and took himself in hand.

Fraser slammed his head back against the wall. He bit his lip harshly to keep from making a noise, and stared blankly towards the opposite roof as he felt Ray's mouth begin to descend.

He tried to concentrate on anything, focus on anything, the birds across the way -- but oh, lord, even the sounds Ray was making were unbearably lewd. The wet slurp of his mouth against Fraser's erection -- the fleshy slaps of his hand against his own--

Fraser bit down more firmly on his lip, chancing a glance down. Ray's eyes were closed, giving his face an almost peaceful quality, even as he moved upon Fraser, eagerly and ever-more-quickly. Fraser couldn't resist the tempation to touch, and he unballed one fist and reached the hand out to Ray's hair.

At the light touch, Ray let out a low moan around Fraser's penis; Fraser couldn't help jerking his hips forward, pushing himself further into Ray's mouth. Ray only encouraged him, sucking harder, following him everytime he tried to move away.

He brought his other hand to pet at Ray's hair, as well, and as he felt his orgasm hit, he tugged fiercely, pulling Ray's mouth off of him and tilting his head up to meet Fraser's eyes. And at that, Fraser gasped, his semen splashing messily across Ray's jacket and chin.

"Oh, fuck, Fraser," Ray muttered, staring up at him with an expression Fraser couldn't read.

Ray's hand was still moving over his own erection. Fraser tightened his pull on Ray's hair experimentally. The result was enlightening -- Ray choked out a small noise and broke eye contact to rest his head against Fraser's hip.

It was astonishing, watching him -- so open, so willing -- in public, in front of Fraser -- all of him before the world. Fraser couldn't tear his eyes away.

He held Ray's head close against his leg and murmured, "Oh, Ray, you're amazing--"

Ray let out a long, breathy moan as he reached his own climax, spilling out over the dirty alley pavement.

For a minute, they were both silent and still. Then Ray pulled away slightly, and Fraser let go of him immediately, feeling a little embarrassed. Ray rose from his knees slowly and stood, frowning and rubbing at his chin.

Fraser looked through his pockets until he found a handkerchief to offer him, and Ray nodded thanks to him as he wiped himself off and they both rearranged themselves to semi-decency.

Fraser was about to suggest they return to the hotel -- they both still looked and smelled somewhat disreputable -- when Ray blurted out, "I don't wanna go home, Fraser."

He stared at Ray, feeling something shocking and unexpected move through him. Then he heard himself say, "All right."

"I don't -- there's nothing for me there, you understand?" Ray shook his head as he talked; his face was miserable, pleading. Oh, yes. Fraser understood perfectly. "I thought, maybe, but ... It's all here, Fraser. You get me?"

He stopped awkwardly, holding himself still, waiting for Fraser to speak.

"I get you, Ray," Fraser said, and he reached out to take Ray's hand in his own.