forgive my mouth

Written for the Fraser’s Boxers Challenge at ds_slash.

Title: Token of Affection
Author: Spikedluv
Fandom: due South
Rating: NC17/Slash
Pairing: Fraser/RayK
Length: 3157 words
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Fraser makes a discovery.
Notes: First-time. Written for the Fraser’s Boxers Challenge at ds_slash.
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Dedication: To msgordo, who lobbied long and hard to get me into the fandom, and to sori1773 whose Sex. On. Legs. icon managed to load the dice. My greatest thanks to both of you for the fun I’ve had these past few months.
Thanks: To sori1773 for taking on beta duties. *hugs*
Written: November 15, 2005

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“Ray?” Fraser called from the bedroom.

“Yeah, Fraser, what is it?” Ray was standing in the kitchen waiting for the toast to pop up, his fingers tapping an impatient rhythm on the counter top.

They’d been on stakeout all night and were just now getting ready to hit the sack. He’d insisted on bringing Fraser back to his apartment so he could actually get some sleep. Otherwise, Ray knew, the Ice Queen would interrupt Fraser’s rest for something inane just so she could get a glimpse of him in his red underwear.

Ray had sent Fraser into his bedroom to change into a pair of sweats, since it was summer and he wasn’t actually wearing his long underwear. Not that Ray had checked, but he figured that even Fraser wasn’t unhinged enough to wear longjohns in the heat of a Chicago summer.

He’d told Fraser to pull something out of the bottom drawer, where his older and most comfortable—translation, looser and nicely worn in—sweat pants resided, while he detoured to the bathroom to take a much needed piss. Once the immediate need had been taken care of, he’d headed back to the kitchen to make a bite to eat. He needed something to soak up some of the bad coffee they’d been drinking all night in an attempt to stay awake, and which was even now eating away at his stomach lining.

“Ray?” Fraser said, his voice much closer now.

Ray turned around and looked through the pass-through to see Fraser standing in the living room, brown uniform shirt off, though he still wore the pants and suspenders over a white wife beater. Normally Ray would have taken the opportunity to study Fraser in this state of undress and commit it to memory, but his attention had been snagged by the item in Fraser’s hands: a pair of white starched boxer shorts.

Crap.

“Yeah, Frase?” Ray said, trying for casual.

“Ray, are these mine?”

Ray was struck by how cute Fraser looked with those frown lines between his eyes.

“Ray. Ray. Ray! Ray!”

“What, Fraser?” That came out a bit more irritated than he’d meant it to.

“You haven’t answered me.”

Just then the toast popped up. Ray sent a silent prayer of thanks to whomever looked over grouchy cops, then turned to put the slices on a plate.

“What was the question again?” he asked as he scooped out peanut butter and spread it, trying to buy some time for him to think of something, anything, to tell Fraser.

“I asked if these were my shorts, Ray,” Fraser said, his voice that tone of polite that meant he was holding back from actually calling someone an idiot.

Ray spooned out some jam. “Where’d you find ‘em?”

“In your bottom drawer,” Fraser said. “When I was looking for a pair of sweat pants to borrow.”

“Then they can’t be yours, can they?”

“Pardon me?”

“You found them in my drawer, therefore they’re mine.”

“Well, yes, that would normally follow, but in this case I find myself questioning that line of logic.”

“You find yourself doing that, do you?” Ray tossed the spoon and knife into the sink with a little more force than necessary.

“Yes, Ray, I do.”

Ray took a bite out of the toast and turned around to lean on the counter, looking at Fraser over the other counter. “Why’s that?”

“Excuse me?”

Fraser also looked so cute when he was perplexed.

“Okay.”

Fraser turned an interesting shade of red. “I meant, could you please explain your question, as I didn’t understand your meaning?”

“Oh, well, why didn’t you just say so?”

Ray hid his grin by taking another bite of toast. He loved winding Fraser up. Too bad Fraser was tenacious as a bull dog, never letting anything go until he was fully satisfied. Ray wasn’t sure he was going to get out of this one unscathed. That’s what he got for stealing a pair of Fraser’s underwear like a teenager with a crush. Or a crazed stalker.

“I believe I just did, Ray.”

“So you did. Want a piece of toast?”

“No, I..... Actually, yes, thank you. That coffee isn’t sitting very well.”

“Tell me about it.”

Ray handed Fraser the second slice of toast and they ate in silence. While Fraser finished his toast, Ray rinsed off the plate and put the peanut butter and jam away.

“Well,” he said, rubbing his hands together, “I don’t know about you, but I’m beat. Let’s hit the sack, eh?”

“Ray.”

Ray sighed. Well, it had been worth a try.

“Fine. What I meant was this: why are you questioning my logic, Fraser?”

“Well, since when do you starch your shorts, Ray?”

“I don’t.”

Fraser’s eyebrow started to go up.

“My mother does.”

Then it dropped back into place. “Oh.” His expression changed again. “But I thought she only starched and ironed your shirts.”

“She went crazy one day.”

Ray could tell that Fraser wanted to call him on that blatant lie, but didn’t know his mother well enough to do so.

“Well, then, why weren’t these in the drawer with your other shorts?”

“‘Cause I don’t want to wear crispy shorts, Fraser.”

“Then why don’t you just wash them?”

“That would be rude.”

Fraser looked taken aback. “Rude?”

“Yeah, rude. You’re Canadian, you know all about being polite, right?”

“Well, yes.”

“So there you go.”

“Where?”

“Fraser.”

“Oh, of course.”

To anyone else, Fraser would have looked down for the count, but Ray knew that he was just in recovery mode. Changing the subject sounded like a good idea.

“Did you find a pair of sweats?”

“Yes, I did, thank you very kindly, Ray.”

“Good,” Ray said, ushering Fraser back towards the bedroom. “Why don’t you change into them so we can hit the sack?”

“All right.”

Ray stood outside the open door while Fraser went in to change. He could hear Fraser moving about and the rustle of clothing as he finished disrobing and then hung everything up. But he didn’t try to sneak a peak, because that would be rude. And might also lead to him needing some relief, which he did not want to do with Fraser in his apartment.

“I guess you’ve lost weight then.”

It took Ray a moment to realize that Fraser had even spoken. “What?” he called back over his shoulder into the bedroom.

“I said you must have lost weight, then, Ray.”

“No, Fraser, I have not lost weight.”

Where had that come from?

“No? That’s odd.”

Now Ray’s forehead had the wrinkle. “Why is it odd?”

“Because these shorts are a size larger than the ones you currently wear.”

Ray’s closed his eyes and shook his head. He should have known that Fraser hadn’t given up on the boxers. Damn Mountie.

“Oh, yeah, well, I lost weight awhile back.”

“Ray,” Fraser whispered right into Ray’s ear.

Ray jumped. “Jesus, Fraser! Do not do that, do not sneak up on me like that.”

“I apologize, Ray,” Fraser said, though he didn’t look the least bit sorry.

Ray turned around and got an eyeful of Fraser. He was wearing a pair of thin gray sweat pants that were much tighter on him than they were on Ray, and nothing else. Ray’s eyes didn’t know what to look at first—Fraser’s chest or his arms or his stomach or his.... Oh! Fraser was a little bit hard. Ray’s eyes jerked up to meet Fraser’s.

Fraser met them steadily despite the light flush that covered his skin.

“Ray, why do you have a pair of my shorts in your drawers?”

Despite the seriousness of the question and the situation he found himself in, Ray couldn’t help but laugh. “Your shorts are in my drawers?”

Fraser’s lips twitched. “It would appear so.”

“Well, I, um, I don’t really have a good reason for that.”

“No?”

“Uh, no. Sorry.”

“Oh. Well, that’s disappointing.”

And Fraser really did sound disappointed.

“It is?”

“Yes. You see, I had hoped that perhaps you had taken them as sort of a...token.”

Fraser reached out and gently ran his finger up and down Ray’s arm. Ray felt goose bumps break out.

“A-a token?”

“Yes.”

“You hoped that?”

“Yes.”

“A, uh, token of what, exactly?”

“Of affection, Ray.”

Fraser took Ray’s hand in his and rubbed his thumb over the palm.

Ray was finding it difficult to think. “Affection, right. I knew that. Well, I actually took ‘em because I’m a pervert and I wanted to have ‘em to jerk off to.”

Fraser’s eyes went dark and his nostrils flared.

Ray glanced back down at Fraser’s groin and felt his own heart rate quicken when he saw that Fraser had gotten even harder.

“But, you know, there might be some a-affection mixed in there somewhere.”

“Just some, Ray?”

God, Ray loved it when Fraser said his name that way, serious, but with a little twist of humor that made Ray feel like they were sharing a secret.

Fraser lifted Ray’s hand to his face and sniffed Ray’s palm, his wrist.

Ray was surprised at how turned on that made him. That Fraser was sniffing him. And, “Oh, hell!” licking him. Fraser looked into Ray’s eyes as he tasted Ray once more. “A b-bit more than some.”

Fraser looked pleased. “Really?” He nipped the pad of Ray’s hand.

Ray moaned. “Yeah.”

“I’m happy to hear that, Ray.”

“You crazy Mountie.”

“Would you like to touch me, Ray?”

Ray’s breath caught in his throat.

“Uh, yeah, Frase, I’d like that.”

Fraser took the hand he held and placed it on his chest, and then waited.

Ray couldn’t move. It felt like he’d just gotten everything he’d ever wanted.

“Ray?” Fraser said. He sounded uncomfortable, uncertain, which Ray did not like at all.

So he moved his hand. Over Fraser’s sternum and down to his belly, then out to his side.

Fraser’s stomach muscles jumped, which gave Ray even more incentive to touch him.

He lifted his hand and placed it on Fraser’s shoulder. Fraser had really broad shoulders. Ray stepped closer and placed his free hand on Fraser’s other shoulder. He stroked both hands across his shoulders and down his arms, watching goose bumps break out on Fraser’s skin.

Ray had the sudden urge to sniff Fraser, to taste him, as Fraser had sniffed and tasted Ray, so he stepped closer and placed his face in Fraser’s neck. If it had been anyone else, anyone less in control of himself, Ray would have been certain that Fraser moaned.

Ray moved in until his nose was nearly touching Fraser’s skin, and then breathed deeply. Fraser smelled like sweat and starch and heaven. His indrawn breath as Ray breathed him in brought Ray back to the present and he realized he’d closed his eyes, the better to catalogue Fraser’s scent. Keeping them closed, Ray touched Fraser’s skin with the tip of his tongue. Not enough, he leaned closer and licked.

Fraser gasped and his hands came up to grab Ray’s hips.

“Fraser?” Ray whispered, just to say his name, and Fraser shivered as Ray’s breath feathered over the wet spot on his neck.

“Yes, Ray?” Fraser’s voice was tight, and Ray could tell that he was not unaffected by this...thing between them.

Ray smiled at that, because he’d have hated to find out that he was the only one so deeply invested in whatever they were doing. And what were they doing? He’d admitted to taking the boxers and told Fraser that he felt some affection for him, but Fraser hadn’t said anything. Suddenly Ray had to be certain.

“Uh, Fraser, do you feel any, you know, affection for me?”

“Oh, Ray,” Fraser said, and if the way he said Ray’s name wasn’t enough, Fraser slid his arms around Ray and pulled him close, and said, “Quite a bit of affection, actually.”

“Really?” Ray said, his lips brushing Fraser’s neck as he spoke.

“Most definitely, Ray.”

“Good.”

Ray kissed the skin beneath his lips. It felt good, his lips against Fraser, so he did it again. Then he nibbled a little, and sucked. He wasn’t sure if he liked the way Fraser tasted as much as he liked the noises Fraser was making, but he was a detective, he figured if he gathered enough evidence he’d be able to solve this particular case.

Ray decided that he also liked the way Fraser’s hands were moving over his back, exploring, fingers clenching desperately when Ray hummed against his neck. That’s when Ray realized that he was still clutching Fraser’s biceps, so he wrapped his arms around Fraser and held him, letting his own hands slide over Fraser’s back, feeling the muscle bunch beneath his palms as Fraser moved.

When Fraser slipped his hand beneath Ray’s t-shirt, Ray’s knees got a little weak and he concluded that the bed would be a better place for this, so he started moving Fraser backwards.

“Ray?”

“Bed.”

“Oh, yes, certainly.”

Fraser’s voice sounded tight, and Ray wasn’t sure if it was in the good way, so he stopped moving and lifted his head.

“That all right with you?”

“Oh yes, Ray. Very all right. In fact, I thought you’d never ask.”

That’s all Ray needed to hear. “Well, I’m askin’,” he said as he propelled Fraser through the doorway to the bedroom, not stopping until they both toppled onto the bed.

The position they landed in showed Ray that Fraser was very much interested in what they were doing. He looked up at Fraser, who was biting his bottom lip, which reminded Ray that he and Fraser hadn’t kissed yet, and he’d had dreams where he came just from kissing Fraser, so he could not let that lack continue.

He slid up Fraser’s body until their faces were aligned. Fraser’s hands dug into his back and he moaned as Ray shimmied up him.

“Hey, Frase?”

“Yes, Ray?”

Ray touched Fraser’s face. “Can I kiss you?”

“I’d like that very mu—.”

Ray didn’t let Fraser finish talking, ‘cause he figured even here, hard as a rock and aching, he’d be able to talk all night, and Ray did not want that. Not that he didn’t like to hear Fraser talk, because his voice alone was enough to make Ray hard even at inappropriate times, but he didn’t want Fraser talking now, not when they could be kissing instead.

And Fraser seemed quite willing to get with the program, so everything was greatness. Turns out that Fraser kissed like nobody’s business. Not that Ray was surprised, because Fraser did everything well. Proper preparation and all that.

The kiss turned a little bit messy and there was a lot of moaning and friction, and then Fraser flipped them. The weight of Fraser on top of him nearly sent Ray spiraling. Fraser was hard in all the right places; and harder in some than others. Without breaking their kiss, Fraser started moving his hips against Ray.

Ray cupped Fraser’s head with one hand and reached down to his ass with the other, squeezing and offering encouraging moans as Fraser ground against him.

Then Fraser pulled away and pressed his forehead to Ray’s, whispering, “Ray, Ray, Ray,” as he thrust his hips harder and faster.

Ray slid his hand into Fraser’s hair, soft and silky, and held on tight to his ass with the other. “Oh, Frase, yeah.” He pushed up, his motions more frantic than finesse as Fraser’s breath feathered across his skin. “God, Fraser, you feel so good, please, please. That’s it, come on, oh yeah, Ben....”

Fraser’s eyes met his before dropping closed as he stiffened and his hips jerked against Ray. And, Christ, he looked so beautiful. Ray couldn’t believe, he just couldn’t believe.... When Fraser said his name once more Ray joined him.

Fraser’s voice was breathless when he said, “You’ve never said that before.”

“Said what?” Ray asked, his brain still a pile of mush, and how could Fraser even expect him to remember anything he’d just said?

“Ben. You called me Ben.”

“Ah, that,” Ray said. He stroked his hand up Fraser’s back. “Hope you don’t expect me to call you that at the 2-7, ‘cause I don’t think I’ll be able to without remembering how you looked when you came.”

Fraser, already flushed from exertion and released, blushed a deeper crimson. “Uh, no, Ray, I don’t expect that. But maybe sometimes, when we’re alone....”

“I’d like that,” Ray said, and not just because of the brilliant smile Fraser graced him with. “And you can call me, Ray, Ray, Ray, all you want, ‘kay, Frase?”

Fraser kissed Ray to shut him up, and then rolled off him. Ray didn’t want to move, but Fraser stripped them both and cleaned them up before helping Ray tug the sheets down so they could get under them. Ray watched him walk out of the bedroom, naked, to turn the lights off in the rest of the apartment, grinning at him when he walked back across the bedroom to Ray.

“Lookin’ good, Frase,” he said, just to see Fraser blush some more.

“And you, Ray,” Fraser said, his voice all soft and husky, after he’d slipped into the bed with Ray and tugged him close.

Ray had nearly drifted into sleep when he remembered something that jerked him awake. “Hey, Fraser?”

“Yes, Ray?”

“You said you found my boxers in the drawer with the sweats?”

Fraser hesitated before answering. “Yes, I did say that.”

“But they weren’t in that drawer.” Ray had been too shocked at seeing the boxers in Fraser’s hands to remember where he’d left them, but now that the moment of panic had passed, he remembered quite well. “They were under my pillow.”

“Uh, well, Ray....”

Ray leaned up on one elbow and watched Fraser swipe a thumb across his eyebrow.

“Something you wanna tell me, buddy?”

“You’re correct, Ray.”

“Damn right, I’m correct,” Ray said, poking Fraser. “That means you lied to me.”

“Prevaricated.”

“Lied.”

“Fibbed.”

“Lied.”

“Fudged the truth.”

“Lied.”

“Very well, Ray, I lied.”

Ray made a little sound of victory. “I knew it!” Once the celebrating was over, he realized he had more questions. “How’d you find ‘em? Knock the pillow off the bed?”

“Ah. Well, actually, Ray, I was sniffing your pillow.”

“Whoa. Say again?” Ray had heard Fraser perfectly clearly, but he couldn’t believe what he’d heard.

“I was sniffing your pillow, Ray,” Fraser said, his voice all stiff and formal.

“You were...? You’re a freak, you know that, Fraser?”

Instead of taking the comment in stride as he usually did, Fraser looked a little hurt.

Ray slid closer and laid his head on Fraser’s chest. “I mean, we’re both freaks. ‘Cause I was getting off on the smell of starch, and if you tell anyone, I will kick you in the head.”

When Fraser rubbed his back and said, “Understood, Ray,” Ray knew that they were good.

The End

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