ds snippet, with the bar
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schmericaI said:
*snuggle*
What else should I write?
Lale said:
You should write about the time when Ray and Fraser accidentally bumped into each other in a gay bar. Haha.
I said:
Ben had come across the place one day during his work with Ray Vecchio; Ray had taken one look at the front of the establishment, told him that "no, Benny, you don't wanna be hanging around a place like that" and they had moved on to the next place, looking for information on Janice Easterman. In the back of his mind, though, Ben had noted down the address fo the place, along with the fact that it looked clean, and rather cozy and friendly.
It was several weeks before Ben got around to coming to the bar, though. It was early, and the place wasn't too crowded; Ben sat by himself, nursing a seltzer and listening to the music. He wasn't certain how long he had been woolgathering before the man sat down beside him.
"Hey," the man said. He had short, spiky hair, and a leather jacket. His face was aging, rugged, full of sharp and unexpected angles. "Can I buy you a drink?"
"Oh," said Ben, "I don't drink much, I'm afraid."
The man smiled, and the change it made in his face was remarkable; Ben was almost blinded by the brilliance of his smile. He felt something sink suddenly in his stomach, heavy and thrilling.
The man said, "Don't drink, huh? You just come to the bar for the company?"
"More or less, yes," Ben said. "Can I -- may I buy you a beverage?"
The man was drinking beer. His named turned out to be Ray Kowalski, and he was a detective in the Chicago Police Department. "The 27th, huh?" he said, when Ben explained his own connections to the force. "That's under Welsh, right? He's a great guy." Ray was recently divorced, and liked pineapple pizza, classic cars, baseball, and dancing.
Ben was unfamiliar with the songs playing, but Ray guided him through the steps of the dance. It wasn't very complicated, after all -- not much beyond holding on to each other and moving in time with the rhythm, both of which Ray seemed to be exceptionally skilled at.
"You wanna get out of here?" Ray said afterwards. "Get a bite to eat or something?"
"I -- yes," Ben said. "I would like that very much. I'm afraid we're going to have to stop and pick up my wolf, however."
"You have a wolf?" Ray said.
Diefenbaker was in the alley outside, sniffing some sort of garbage. He looked from Ben to Ray and back again, and barked.
"That's none of your business," Ben said.
Dief barked again.
"Ray Kowalski, this is my companion, Diefenbaker. Diefenbaker, this is Ray Kowalski," Ben said.
"Uh, hi," Ray said.
In the car, Ray said, "So where do you wanna go?"
Ben bit his lip and said, "Actually, Ray, I must admit I was not entirely truthful with you in the bar."
"What? Are you dumping me already?" Ray said suspiciously.
Ben said, "No, nothing like that. It's just that I'm not actually very hungry. I lied to you. In fact, I was just looking for an excuse to leave with you for somewhere more private."
"Oh," said Ray. "Well, that's okay, then," and his smile lit up his face again.
Ray's apartment was dark and crowded. Ray's bed was unmade and the sheets were none so freshly changed; they smelled like sleep and sweat and hair products. Ray kissed like a man who knew what he wanted, who liked to kiss and was enthusiastic about it, who wanted nothing more than to spend endless minutes exploring. His throat was sweat-salty, and he cried out softly when Ben bit him. His penis was hard, large, hot and firm in Ben's hand and in his mouth, and he pulled Ben's hair and ran his hands over his shoulders and back while Ben sucked him. It was good -- it was very good -- and Ben moved his own hand on himself as he sucked Ray, his orgasm hitting before Ray's own peak.
Afterwards Ray said, "That was nice."
"Mm-hmm," Ben said.
"So you -- you wanna go out again? Later this week, maybe?"
"I would like that very much," Ben said.
Ray dropped Ben and Diefenbaker off at their apartment building (following a short rant about the state and safety of Ben's neighborhood), with an agreement to come and pick him up again following work on Thursday.
On the way up the stairs, Dief grumbled and Ben said, "Yes, he is very interesting, isn't he?"
Dief grumbled again, but Ben was still smiling as he let them into the apartment.
*snuggle*
What else should I write?
Lale said:
You should write about the time when Ray and Fraser accidentally bumped into each other in a gay bar. Haha.
I said:
Ben had come across the place one day during his work with Ray Vecchio; Ray had taken one look at the front of the establishment, told him that "no, Benny, you don't wanna be hanging around a place like that" and they had moved on to the next place, looking for information on Janice Easterman. In the back of his mind, though, Ben had noted down the address fo the place, along with the fact that it looked clean, and rather cozy and friendly.
It was several weeks before Ben got around to coming to the bar, though. It was early, and the place wasn't too crowded; Ben sat by himself, nursing a seltzer and listening to the music. He wasn't certain how long he had been woolgathering before the man sat down beside him.
"Hey," the man said. He had short, spiky hair, and a leather jacket. His face was aging, rugged, full of sharp and unexpected angles. "Can I buy you a drink?"
"Oh," said Ben, "I don't drink much, I'm afraid."
The man smiled, and the change it made in his face was remarkable; Ben was almost blinded by the brilliance of his smile. He felt something sink suddenly in his stomach, heavy and thrilling.
The man said, "Don't drink, huh? You just come to the bar for the company?"
"More or less, yes," Ben said. "Can I -- may I buy you a beverage?"
The man was drinking beer. His named turned out to be Ray Kowalski, and he was a detective in the Chicago Police Department. "The 27th, huh?" he said, when Ben explained his own connections to the force. "That's under Welsh, right? He's a great guy." Ray was recently divorced, and liked pineapple pizza, classic cars, baseball, and dancing.
Ben was unfamiliar with the songs playing, but Ray guided him through the steps of the dance. It wasn't very complicated, after all -- not much beyond holding on to each other and moving in time with the rhythm, both of which Ray seemed to be exceptionally skilled at.
"You wanna get out of here?" Ray said afterwards. "Get a bite to eat or something?"
"I -- yes," Ben said. "I would like that very much. I'm afraid we're going to have to stop and pick up my wolf, however."
"You have a wolf?" Ray said.
Diefenbaker was in the alley outside, sniffing some sort of garbage. He looked from Ben to Ray and back again, and barked.
"That's none of your business," Ben said.
Dief barked again.
"Ray Kowalski, this is my companion, Diefenbaker. Diefenbaker, this is Ray Kowalski," Ben said.
"Uh, hi," Ray said.
In the car, Ray said, "So where do you wanna go?"
Ben bit his lip and said, "Actually, Ray, I must admit I was not entirely truthful with you in the bar."
"What? Are you dumping me already?" Ray said suspiciously.
Ben said, "No, nothing like that. It's just that I'm not actually very hungry. I lied to you. In fact, I was just looking for an excuse to leave with you for somewhere more private."
"Oh," said Ray. "Well, that's okay, then," and his smile lit up his face again.
Ray's apartment was dark and crowded. Ray's bed was unmade and the sheets were none so freshly changed; they smelled like sleep and sweat and hair products. Ray kissed like a man who knew what he wanted, who liked to kiss and was enthusiastic about it, who wanted nothing more than to spend endless minutes exploring. His throat was sweat-salty, and he cried out softly when Ben bit him. His penis was hard, large, hot and firm in Ben's hand and in his mouth, and he pulled Ben's hair and ran his hands over his shoulders and back while Ben sucked him. It was good -- it was very good -- and Ben moved his own hand on himself as he sucked Ray, his orgasm hitting before Ray's own peak.
Afterwards Ray said, "That was nice."
"Mm-hmm," Ben said.
"So you -- you wanna go out again? Later this week, maybe?"
"I would like that very much," Ben said.
Ray dropped Ben and Diefenbaker off at their apartment building (following a short rant about the state and safety of Ben's neighborhood), with an agreement to come and pick him up again following work on Thursday.
On the way up the stairs, Dief grumbled and Ben said, "Yes, he is very interesting, isn't he?"
Dief grumbled again, but Ben was still smiling as he let them into the apartment.
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13/7/05 19:10 (UTC)No plot is actually required. Just scenes.
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13/7/05 22:20 (UTC)