For MaryAvatar by Miriel
What Happens in Canada, Stays in Canada
Disclaimer: I don't own DS. This is not news to anyone. The HMS Bounty and all replicas belong to their respective commisioners.
Notes: This was written for Mary Avatar for the 2005 Seekrit Santa. You wanted Slash, F/K, and First Time. Hope you like it. It beat me up more than I care to admit. And you almost got a DS/POTC X-Over. Be very afraid.
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This takes place directly following the episode "Mountie on the Bounty" Pt 2 (03x13)
"So we're still uh..."
"Right..."
They laughed, and settled back to watch the sun slowly approach the horizon. Ray opened his mouth, having finally thought up a really good question, when Fraser cocked his head in that unique "I'm going to go save the universe, one moment please" look of his. Ray sighed and settled back against the rail, letting Fraser wander off. Ray decided to use the free time to ponder the location of that cute blond constable.
* * *
The moment he had seen the blond constable heading their direction, Fraser knew that action had to be taken. The trip to the Wailing Yankee was one thing. Everyone had been behaving strangely. That was over and done, however, and she was still eying Ray.
While in theory he didn't begrudge his partner a chance at companionship, this wasn't the place for it. Ray couldn't afford to risk his cover. It would be much kinder if he, Fraser, were to break the news. With that settled he casually intercepted the constable, taking a firm grasp on her arm and directing her towards an alcove.
"May I have a moment of your time, Constable O'Neill?"
She blinked up at him. "Of course, Constable Fraser. Call me Sarah." She smiled.
Fraser released her arm and adjusted his stance minutely. "Constable. I believe you are laboring under a misconception with regards to Detective Vecchio. The Detective is not currently in a position to be entertaining romantic offers. Regardless of his initial responses during that disconcerting period en route to the Wailing Yankee."
She frowned and peered at Fraser, as if trying to determine something. He attempted to put as much earnestness as he could into his expression. It worked with Ray sometimes, it *must* work here. Because allowing Ray attempt to talk his way out of this situation would be shear folly. On par with letting Diefenbaker select pizza toppings.
The constable seemed to find whatever she was looking for, because her eyes suddenly lit up and she took a deep breath. This was followed by a rather disconcerting blush. "Constable. I apologize. I had no idea." Her expression was contrite, her posture formal. "If you will excuse me, sir?"
Fraser nodded, puzzling over what exactly she thought she had grasped. He reviewed the conversation. Finding nothing out of place he shrugged and made his way to the inspector's side to check their progress. A few minutes later he attempted a dignified version of a scurry for the hold when the inspector began making pointed comments regarding sleeping arrangements.
* * *
Ray had been thinking that maybe the breeze was a little too cool, despite the really neat effect it had on his hair, when the cute blond constable came walking over to see him. He shifted to give her his full attention, and noticed that she was blushing. Well, he hadn't thought it had been that good of a kiss, but you learned something every day. He tried to think of something wittier than "Hey, you" to start the conversation with, but she saved him the effort.
"Detective Vecchio?"
Ray stood up and made a decent approximation of actually standing up straight. She sounded too serious to be discussing the kiss. Either that or Canadians proposed marriage on far too little. "Um, yeah?"
"I wanted to apologize, sir, for my conduct earlier. I had no idea you were already involved with someone. There was no need to spare my feelings."
Ray was trying desperately not to gape like a symbol of improving water quality. He had a feeling he was failing miserably. Involved?? "But... How... Who...Huh?"
She smiled. "I wish you and Constable Fraser the best, sir." She leaned in and gave him a peck on the cheek, then turned and walked away down the deck.
"Wait a minute, me and...? I think there's been some kinda mistake here!!" Ray called after her.
She paused and shook her head without turning. "I understood quite clearly. I am not offended, nor was I involved enough to be hurt. It's quite all right. He was very nice about it." She proceeded down the deck and disappeared behind a large coil of rope.
It took a minute for her last statement to process. Once it did everything fell into place. "*He* said?" Ray looked around the deck, but didn't see Fraser anywhere. "Fraser!!" Several stetsoned heads looked up at the yell, none of them the one he wanted. Turnbull waved in greeting from the other side of the deck. Ray jogged over.
"I believe, Detective Vecchio, that Constable Fraser is in the hold at the moment. Would you like me to fetch him for you?" The smile on the mountie's face indicated that he had no idea exactly what was going on in Ray's head. Which was a good thing. Either that or he was a far better actor than Ray had ever credited.
"Nah, I'll just head down. Need to talk to him a few minutes in private. Think you can keep anyone else from bothering us?"
Turnbull nodded. "Oh, of course, Detective."
Ray grinned ferally and cracked his knuckles. "Thanks, I owe ya." He climbed onto the ladder and descended into the darkness. It took only a moment to locate Fraser, who was settled in a corner and seemed to be arguing with a coil of rope. "Fraser?"
Fraser jumped. "Oh, Ray. I didn't hear you come down. Did you need something?"
Ray cocked his head to the side, as if deep in thought. "Let me see." He took a step towards Fraser, encroaching upon his personal space and forcing the broader man to lean back. Ray's voice dropped. "Did I need something. I'm thinking..." He held up a hand, gesturing near Fraser's face. "And this is a rarity, me actually thinking deep thoughts, ya know. Now, I'm thinking I might want an explanation for why you thought to tell that pretty blond constable up there that were were FUCKING DATING!!"
Fraser's eyes went wide, and he tried to backpedal with no space to maneuver. "I said no such thing, Ray. I merely cautioned her that you would be unable to pursue a romantic entanglement due to circumstances beyond your control at the present time."
Ray glared. "You felt the need to do this, did you?" He shifted so his hands now lay upon Fraser's chest, pressing the serge covered form against the wooden hull. "You told her I was a cop with a job and unable to date?"
Fraser shifted uncomfortably, more from the question than the position. He calculated three different options for diffusing the situation as quickly as possible. Speed was important, given the fragility of their newly reconfirmed partnership, yet so was honestly and willingness to try. Settling upon a course of action, Fraser closed his eyes and prayed his father would stay occupied above decks. With a sudden movement Fraser reversed their positions, pinning Ray to the wall. The change in location didn't seem to effect Ray's glare any. It seemed further action would be necessary.
Before Ray had a chance to question further, Fraser had managed to kneel, open Ray's jeans, and slide Ray's boxer-briefs down. "Frase, how do you get off... What are you... God, don't stop..." Was all that Ray got out before he was incoherent.
Fraser sucked softly on the cock in his mouth, feeling far more smug than he had a right to. He knew this had to be quick, there wasn't time for anything more than efficiency. Fraser hollowed his cheeks and began bobbing his head up and down, moving one hand to grip Ray's hips so the incoherent man didn't thrust too hard by accident and choke him. Fraser's free hand wrapped around the base of Ray's cock, sliding in counterpoint to his mouth, and a moment later he was rewarded with a burst of saltiness and and tremors that let him know his goal was accomplished.
Fraser spent another minute finishing what he had started, then pulled back to take a look at Ray. Ray was leaning weakly against the hull, one hand still loosely grasped over his mouth to stifle any noise, a stunned expression on his face. Ah. Something he'd forgotten about, in his last minute plans. At least Ray improvised well. Fraser cleaned Ray up and helped him rebutton his jeans, then looked around for his stetson. "If you have no objections, Ray, I am going to go see what Diefenbaker's gotten up to."
Ray blinked at him, slowly recovering his senses. "Dief? What? Right..." Ray pushed himself shakily off the wall, moving to follow Fraser to the ladder. When they reached it, he paused and turned to look at Fraser more carefully. "Um, Frase? We're not going to talk about that. Because that was weird. And Canadian. Because we're still in Canadian Waters. And what happens in Canada, stays in Canada. But. Can we, um, do that again sometime? Maybe, um, both ways?" By the time he finished mumbling he was staring at the far wall, ignoring his partner in a rather studious manner.
Choosing to ignore the fact that they had been out of Canadian waters for 16 minutes and 32 seconds, Fraser reached out and laid a hand on Ray's shoulder, squeezing gently. "I think I should like that, Ray."
~ Fin ~
Disclaimer: I don't own DS. This is not news to anyone. The HMS Bounty and all replicas belong to their respective commisioners.
Notes: This was written for Mary Avatar for the 2005 Seekrit Santa. You wanted Slash, F/K, and First Time. Hope you like it. It beat me up more than I care to admit. And you almost got a DS/POTC X-Over. Be very afraid.
~ ~ ~
This takes place directly following the episode "Mountie on the Bounty" Pt 2 (03x13)
"So we're still uh..."
"Right..."
They laughed, and settled back to watch the sun slowly approach the horizon. Ray opened his mouth, having finally thought up a really good question, when Fraser cocked his head in that unique "I'm going to go save the universe, one moment please" look of his. Ray sighed and settled back against the rail, letting Fraser wander off. Ray decided to use the free time to ponder the location of that cute blond constable.
* * *
The moment he had seen the blond constable heading their direction, Fraser knew that action had to be taken. The trip to the Wailing Yankee was one thing. Everyone had been behaving strangely. That was over and done, however, and she was still eying Ray.
While in theory he didn't begrudge his partner a chance at companionship, this wasn't the place for it. Ray couldn't afford to risk his cover. It would be much kinder if he, Fraser, were to break the news. With that settled he casually intercepted the constable, taking a firm grasp on her arm and directing her towards an alcove.
"May I have a moment of your time, Constable O'Neill?"
She blinked up at him. "Of course, Constable Fraser. Call me Sarah." She smiled.
Fraser released her arm and adjusted his stance minutely. "Constable. I believe you are laboring under a misconception with regards to Detective Vecchio. The Detective is not currently in a position to be entertaining romantic offers. Regardless of his initial responses during that disconcerting period en route to the Wailing Yankee."
She frowned and peered at Fraser, as if trying to determine something. He attempted to put as much earnestness as he could into his expression. It worked with Ray sometimes, it *must* work here. Because allowing Ray attempt to talk his way out of this situation would be shear folly. On par with letting Diefenbaker select pizza toppings.
The constable seemed to find whatever she was looking for, because her eyes suddenly lit up and she took a deep breath. This was followed by a rather disconcerting blush. "Constable. I apologize. I had no idea." Her expression was contrite, her posture formal. "If you will excuse me, sir?"
Fraser nodded, puzzling over what exactly she thought she had grasped. He reviewed the conversation. Finding nothing out of place he shrugged and made his way to the inspector's side to check their progress. A few minutes later he attempted a dignified version of a scurry for the hold when the inspector began making pointed comments regarding sleeping arrangements.
* * *
Ray had been thinking that maybe the breeze was a little too cool, despite the really neat effect it had on his hair, when the cute blond constable came walking over to see him. He shifted to give her his full attention, and noticed that she was blushing. Well, he hadn't thought it had been that good of a kiss, but you learned something every day. He tried to think of something wittier than "Hey, you" to start the conversation with, but she saved him the effort.
"Detective Vecchio?"
Ray stood up and made a decent approximation of actually standing up straight. She sounded too serious to be discussing the kiss. Either that or Canadians proposed marriage on far too little. "Um, yeah?"
"I wanted to apologize, sir, for my conduct earlier. I had no idea you were already involved with someone. There was no need to spare my feelings."
Ray was trying desperately not to gape like a symbol of improving water quality. He had a feeling he was failing miserably. Involved?? "But... How... Who...Huh?"
She smiled. "I wish you and Constable Fraser the best, sir." She leaned in and gave him a peck on the cheek, then turned and walked away down the deck.
"Wait a minute, me and...? I think there's been some kinda mistake here!!" Ray called after her.
She paused and shook her head without turning. "I understood quite clearly. I am not offended, nor was I involved enough to be hurt. It's quite all right. He was very nice about it." She proceeded down the deck and disappeared behind a large coil of rope.
It took a minute for her last statement to process. Once it did everything fell into place. "*He* said?" Ray looked around the deck, but didn't see Fraser anywhere. "Fraser!!" Several stetsoned heads looked up at the yell, none of them the one he wanted. Turnbull waved in greeting from the other side of the deck. Ray jogged over.
"I believe, Detective Vecchio, that Constable Fraser is in the hold at the moment. Would you like me to fetch him for you?" The smile on the mountie's face indicated that he had no idea exactly what was going on in Ray's head. Which was a good thing. Either that or he was a far better actor than Ray had ever credited.
"Nah, I'll just head down. Need to talk to him a few minutes in private. Think you can keep anyone else from bothering us?"
Turnbull nodded. "Oh, of course, Detective."
Ray grinned ferally and cracked his knuckles. "Thanks, I owe ya." He climbed onto the ladder and descended into the darkness. It took only a moment to locate Fraser, who was settled in a corner and seemed to be arguing with a coil of rope. "Fraser?"
Fraser jumped. "Oh, Ray. I didn't hear you come down. Did you need something?"
Ray cocked his head to the side, as if deep in thought. "Let me see." He took a step towards Fraser, encroaching upon his personal space and forcing the broader man to lean back. Ray's voice dropped. "Did I need something. I'm thinking..." He held up a hand, gesturing near Fraser's face. "And this is a rarity, me actually thinking deep thoughts, ya know. Now, I'm thinking I might want an explanation for why you thought to tell that pretty blond constable up there that were were FUCKING DATING!!"
Fraser's eyes went wide, and he tried to backpedal with no space to maneuver. "I said no such thing, Ray. I merely cautioned her that you would be unable to pursue a romantic entanglement due to circumstances beyond your control at the present time."
Ray glared. "You felt the need to do this, did you?" He shifted so his hands now lay upon Fraser's chest, pressing the serge covered form against the wooden hull. "You told her I was a cop with a job and unable to date?"
Fraser shifted uncomfortably, more from the question than the position. He calculated three different options for diffusing the situation as quickly as possible. Speed was important, given the fragility of their newly reconfirmed partnership, yet so was honestly and willingness to try. Settling upon a course of action, Fraser closed his eyes and prayed his father would stay occupied above decks. With a sudden movement Fraser reversed their positions, pinning Ray to the wall. The change in location didn't seem to effect Ray's glare any. It seemed further action would be necessary.
Before Ray had a chance to question further, Fraser had managed to kneel, open Ray's jeans, and slide Ray's boxer-briefs down. "Frase, how do you get off... What are you... God, don't stop..." Was all that Ray got out before he was incoherent.
Fraser sucked softly on the cock in his mouth, feeling far more smug than he had a right to. He knew this had to be quick, there wasn't time for anything more than efficiency. Fraser hollowed his cheeks and began bobbing his head up and down, moving one hand to grip Ray's hips so the incoherent man didn't thrust too hard by accident and choke him. Fraser's free hand wrapped around the base of Ray's cock, sliding in counterpoint to his mouth, and a moment later he was rewarded with a burst of saltiness and and tremors that let him know his goal was accomplished.
Fraser spent another minute finishing what he had started, then pulled back to take a look at Ray. Ray was leaning weakly against the hull, one hand still loosely grasped over his mouth to stifle any noise, a stunned expression on his face. Ah. Something he'd forgotten about, in his last minute plans. At least Ray improvised well. Fraser cleaned Ray up and helped him rebutton his jeans, then looked around for his stetson. "If you have no objections, Ray, I am going to go see what Diefenbaker's gotten up to."
Ray blinked at him, slowly recovering his senses. "Dief? What? Right..." Ray pushed himself shakily off the wall, moving to follow Fraser to the ladder. When they reached it, he paused and turned to look at Fraser more carefully. "Um, Frase? We're not going to talk about that. Because that was weird. And Canadian. Because we're still in Canadian Waters. And what happens in Canada, stays in Canada. But. Can we, um, do that again sometime? Maybe, um, both ways?" By the time he finished mumbling he was staring at the far wall, ignoring his partner in a rather studious manner.
Choosing to ignore the fact that they had been out of Canadian waters for 16 minutes and 32 seconds, Fraser reached out and laid a hand on Ray's shoulder, squeezing gently. "I think I should like that, Ray."
~ Fin ~