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applecameron) wrote2004-07-04 12:06 pm
applecameron) wrote2004-07-04 12:06 pm
Entry tags:
Do Ray, Me (Due South, Ray/Ray, PWP vignette, mm, explicit)
Author : Apple Cameron
Title : "Do Ray, Me" ('cause I can't resist word games)
Fandom : Due South
Pairing : Ray Vecchio/Ray Kowalski
Category: Vignette
Spoilers: Nah
Archive : Nope
This is because I went over to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ds_undercover and read a bunch of great fics, including multiple Ray/Ray stories.
Do Ray, Me
"Ray Vecchio, meet Ray Vecchio." The original owner of the name had Kowalski's cock in his hand. "How ya doin, Ray?" He gave a good squeeze.
Kowalski squirmed, which he knew looked good on him. "Yeah, whatever. Shut up."
Ray had capped his teeth at one point, during his Vegas days, he shined pearly whites up the body of his partner. "You mean suck it up, right?" He licked his lips.
Stanley Raymond Kowalski, more recently known to the world as Ray Vecchio, reached for his glasses and put them back on, miming leaving. "Put up or shut up, Raimundo," he sounded out every syllable. "I don't have all day."
He was lying, they both know it, but who cared? Still, after an hour of messing around on the couch that morning, it was time to get down to business. Kowalski had pulled his partner into the bedroom for just one reason -- yeah, partners, in every sense of the word, ever since Frase left to go back home. They didn't talk about that. They sucked and fucked and fisted and came in each other's mouths and there were plenty of times when a set of handcuffs got put to better use than holding some 2-bit hustler still, oh yeah, when Ray blew just across the tip just like that, warm and cold at the same time, it was so good, so good, but they never talked about the One True Love of Benton Fraser, about jonesing so bad for him it was the jones to end all jones -- Ray touched a tongue-tip to his waiting cock, and he jerked, pulled back out of himself and into the moment and the threat the other man had made, to fuck him into next month, to make him scream, that was a great reason, a fucking great reason to take off your clothes and get back into bed, if his fucking partner would just get on with it --
Ray licked him like a lollipop, tracing the underside of his dick with that goddamn tongue, and his eyes closed involuntarily.
"Ah, Jesus and Mary." He gripped the wood of the bedstead. "Vecchio. I'm beggin' you."
Raimundo put up.
Title : "Do Ray, Me" ('cause I can't resist word games)
Fandom : Due South
Pairing : Ray Vecchio/Ray Kowalski
Category: Vignette
Spoilers: Nah
Archive : Nope
This is because I went over to
ds_undercover and read a bunch of great fics, including multiple Ray/Ray stories.Do Ray, Me
"Ray Vecchio, meet Ray Vecchio." The original owner of the name had Kowalski's cock in his hand. "How ya doin, Ray?" He gave a good squeeze.
Kowalski squirmed, which he knew looked good on him. "Yeah, whatever. Shut up."
Ray had capped his teeth at one point, during his Vegas days, he shined pearly whites up the body of his partner. "You mean suck it up, right?" He licked his lips.
Stanley Raymond Kowalski, more recently known to the world as Ray Vecchio, reached for his glasses and put them back on, miming leaving. "Put up or shut up, Raimundo," he sounded out every syllable. "I don't have all day."
He was lying, they both know it, but who cared? Still, after an hour of messing around on the couch that morning, it was time to get down to business. Kowalski had pulled his partner into the bedroom for just one reason -- yeah, partners, in every sense of the word, ever since Frase left to go back home. They didn't talk about that. They sucked and fucked and fisted and came in each other's mouths and there were plenty of times when a set of handcuffs got put to better use than holding some 2-bit hustler still, oh yeah, when Ray blew just across the tip just like that, warm and cold at the same time, it was so good, so good, but they never talked about the One True Love of Benton Fraser, about jonesing so bad for him it was the jones to end all jones -- Ray touched a tongue-tip to his waiting cock, and he jerked, pulled back out of himself and into the moment and the threat the other man had made, to fuck him into next month, to make him scream, that was a great reason, a fucking great reason to take off your clothes and get back into bed, if his fucking partner would just get on with it --
Ray licked him like a lollipop, tracing the underside of his dick with that goddamn tongue, and his eyes closed involuntarily.
"Ah, Jesus and Mary." He gripped the wood of the bedstead. "Vecchio. I'm beggin' you."
Raimundo put up.