FIC: Walls (due South)
Title: Walls
Author: imaginethetruth (M. Willoughby)
Fandom: due South
Characters/Pairings: RayK/Stella, RayK/OFC, RayK/Fraser
Ratings/Warnings: R. Sexual content...sort of kinky.
Disclaimer: Fraser and Ray aren't mine. Please don't sue me.
Summary: There are some things in life which Ray just digs.
Stella always used to slam Ray up against the wall. Not press, slam. It was one of the things he loved most about her.
She would attack him, forcing him backwards, tearing furiously at his clothes, all of this passionate sexuality pent up inside of her. But what Ray loved even more was the fact that Stella didn't look like the kind of person to take control, she was so pretty and innocent looking. But that was just another thing he loved about her; the fact that once you got to know her, you realized how dominant she really was.
She'd pin his hands up against the wall and go to town on him, and Ray would pretend to fight back, but he always let her win eventually.
But the best part about this wall thing was that after they were both breathing hard, tired and spent, she would rest her head on his shoulder, wrap her arms around his waist, and tell him that she loved him.
It was really fucking romantic when you thought about it.
There was something really fucking hot about being pushed around by a chick. Ray never owned up to it, but it turned him on probably more than anything else.
Ray spent a lot of time during his marriage slammed up against walls.
Ray fucked Janie on the first date.
Not usually his style, but it was just a few nights after the divorce and he'd been at this bar, and she was this beautiful blonde chick with big blue eyes and legs for miles, who genuinely seemed to want to fuck him, and he just couldn't...
They had made out for a while, standard foreplay, but Ray wasn't too into it. Yeah, Janie was beautiful, she was charming, she was totally with the program. He just couldn't stop thinking about another blonde across town who by now would be guiding him over to the nearest flat, vertical surface and pretty much forcing him to come his brains out.
Then suddenly his thoughts were interrupted as Janie pulled him over to the wall between the bedroom and the bathroom, and Ray smiled, knowing the drill. He even backed up against the wall himself.
“What are you doing?” she said, confused.
“Isn't this what you wanted?” Ray asked, his fingers freezing on the buttons of his shirt.
“No, no,” she said quickly, pulling him to her for a long, deep kiss. When they broke apart, her lips were red and slightly swollen. “Like this.”
And she turned, rotating them so that they were switched.
Ray sighed, trying to hide his disappointment.
Fraser is kissing Ray, fast, furious, deep.
“Ray,” he says, his voice sounding almost strangled. “Ray, Ray, Ray.”
Ray opens his mouth to say something, but Fraser's breath is suddenly hot on his neck and for once Ray just can't seem to find any words.
“I want-” Ray sighs, weaving his hands into Fraser's hair.. “I want-”
“Anything,” Fraser breathes, his hand twining in Ray's. “You can have anything.”
So Ray begins to push Fraser towards the wall, and Fraser gets it - guy was always quick on the uptake.
But Fraser doesn't let Ray press him against the wall and go to town on him. No, Fraser suddenly slams Ray against the wood paneling, forcefully, but not so much that his teeth rattle.
Ray looks at him wide eyed, and his lips part. “What are you doing?”
Fraser looks confused, and his hand slackens slightly in Ray's. “Isn't this what you wanted?”
And Ray just looks at him for what feels like hours until he finally says: “Yes. Yes.”
And then Fraser is kissing him again.
finis.