The One with the Happy Ending
Title: The One with the Happy Ending
Author: slidellra
Pairing: Kowalski/Turnbull
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Sequel to The One That's a Drabble. Written for getturnbulllaid prompt 10. Turnbull/Kowalski - Mpreg, Ray is the father. 1927 words. Many thanks to llassah for beta.
When Ray got home, Ren was on the couch listening to Hank Williams. Not dusting or knitting or cooking or doing some new strange thing that always, every time, caught Ray off guard. He was wearing RCMP sweats, and, while that was usually a good look for him, today he looked worn out. It was always a weird shock these days, Ren being tired and almost moody rather than perky and bursting with health.
"Ray! Welcome home. I trust your day went well?"
"Sucked. Fraser chased a purse-snatcher half a mile and somehow I was the one who ended up in a dumpster. And we've got a stakeout tonight."
Ray leaned over the back of the couch to kiss him.
Sitting up abruptly, Ren wrinkled his nose. "Is that fish sauce?"
Realizing his mistake, Ray skipped back away from the couch. Too late. Ren made a weird gulping sound, slapped his hand over his mouth, and bolted for the bathroom.
"Gross." Ray headed for the bedroom, stripping off his stinky clothes as he went.
***
"So then he hurls again. It's gotta wear off soon, don't you think? He can't puke for nine months straight."
Fraser had that polite, slightly baffled expression he was wearing a lot these days. "Well, Ray, there is remarkably little information available about nausea and male pregnancy. Did the ginger root tea help at all?"
"Yeah, I think. He's keeping it down at least. Can't imagine how, that stuff would make me sick."
Ray slouched down further in his seat, trying to keep his ass from going numb. The seat was broken in perfectly, and way more comfortable than a pool car, but even a great car like the Goat was no place to sit for hours on end, watching nothing happen.
Turning a little to face him, Fraser took a deep breath and said, "You seem to be adjusting remarkably well to your altered circumstances, Ray. Co-habitating with Constable Turnbull is a significant change in itself, but with the unexpected," Fraser stumbled slightly over the word, then pushed on, "blessing, it would not be unimaginable for you to be a little, as you might say, 'freaked out.'"
Flashing him a shy smile, Ray said, "I always wanted kids, you know."
"Yes, and I am, of course, delighted for you. But, while I don't wish to pry, I must admit I was a little startled by your choice of... co-parent."
Ray stiffened a little, but kept his voice pretty light. "Yeah, who'da thought I'd be so old-fashioned? Ren's such the little woman it makes me, what, Ward Cleaver? But he'll be a great dad, if he doesn't fuss the kid to death."
"Of course." Fraser's voice was very bland.
They sat in silence for a while, Ray beating out a rhythm on the steering wheel, his forehead wrinkled.
Finally, Ray burst out, "Look, he loves me. He's goofy as hell, but he's a good guy, and with him it's like I'm enough, just me. I never had that before."
Fraser nodded, slowly. "Turnbull is indeed a very different person from ASA Kowalski."
"Yeah, and he's even better in the sack."
Fraser let out a short, honking laugh. He caught himself and shot Ray a stern look before turning his attention back to the warehouse, ignoring him.
Ray tapped his fingers on his thigh and grinned to himself.
***
Ray didn't make it back to the apartment until long after midnight. He shucked his clothes and crawled into bed, pressing himself against Ren's broad back.
Ren stirred and twisted around just enough to look at Ray, smiling his sleepy smile, his pretty, slightly-too-close-together eyes not quite focusing yet.
"How're you feeling?"
"Much better, thank you, Ray. Miss Vecchio was kind enough to bring over some of her mother's lasagna. I can warm it up if you're hungry."
"Later."
Ray kissed the back of Ren's neck, running his hand down over the bulge that had replaced his flat stomach.
"I found a new pattern for a knit onesie. It has a wolf applique on the front and a matching hat with little wolf ears." Even now that he was worn out all the time, Ren had this ability to wake up chatty and alert way faster than Ray ever could.
"Uh-huh," Ray murmured against the back of Ren's neck. "Can you still lie on your stomach?"
Ren arranged some pillows to help support his belly and then rolled onto his front. Resting his chin on his crossed arms, he smiled brightly at Ray, who leaned in to press their mouths together before straddling Ren's hips and beginning to massage his neck and shoulders.
"Oh," Ren said, with pleasure in his voice, "that feels marvelous. Did you know that I never had a massage before we began dating?"
"That's a criminal waste of a lot of beautiful Mountie-flesh." Ray's hands hesitated as he screwed his eyes shut, kicking himself for bringing up the most painful possible subject. The RCMP wasn't sure how to handle a pregnant male Mountie and Ren's professional future, never particularly promising, was now looking uncertain to shitty to nada.
"Sorry," he muttered, continuing the massage.
"There's no need to apologize, Ray. I'm glad that you like my flesh."
"Oh, yeah. I like this part here." Ray spent some time kneading Ren's back, coaxing his drowsy muscles into relaxing still further. He let his hands slide down to the lovely curve at the small of Ren's back. "And I like this part, too."
Ren made a happy sound and moved back into Ray's hands.
"But this part," Ray moved on to Ren's ass, rubbing firm circles with the heels of his hands. "This is the best."
Ren giggled. "You like my rear better than any other part of me?"
"I like your ass, Ren. It's a great ass. Ass of the gods right here, and it's all mine."
"Yes, it is."
Jesus, Ren could break him so easily. He was always sincere, always committed. It made Ray's cock go from half-mast interested to flagpole-hard need in about three seconds. "You up for it?"
"Of course. Apparently, sexual activity and, in particular, orgasms, can be quite beneficial..."
'Of course.' Ray loved this man. Ray tuned out the rest, grabbed the lube and got to work.
Ren was relaxed and eager and he opened up for Ray just like he always did, sweet and easy and hot enough to burn. When Ray had two fingers working him, Ren moved up onto his hands and knees, shifting his legs apart to welcome Ray.
"Scoot forward," Ray urged, rearranging Ren so he was kneeling, his arms braced against the wall at the head of the bed. "Will this work?"
"Oh, yes." Ren was rubbing back against Ray's cock, seeking more sensation.
As Ray pressed himself inside, he breathed out a low, husky, "Yeah," just as Ren said clearly, "Oh, yes, please." It made Ray smile as he clung to Ren's hips and tried to maintain some self-control. When his brain could process anything other than tighthottighthottight, he set up a slow rhythm, working himself in and out of Ren's body. He changed the angle of his thrusts slightly, looking for the good spot, and felt smugly satisfied at the gasp Ren made, the eager way Ren rocked back against him.
"Stay still," he whispered hoarsely into Ren's ear, hands tightening on Ren's hips. "Let me do the work."
God, it was work. He was sweating already with the effort of not just slamming into Ren until he came, the effort it took to keep his pace slow and steady. He left one hand gripping Ren's hip and reached around with the other, wrapping his fingers around Ren's cock for a couple of light, teasing strokes before resting his hand in the crease of Ren's thigh, using it to anchor himself.
Ren'd had a hard day, Ray knew. Sometimes being pregnant sucked. He deserved the very best fuck Ray could provide. He leaned forward, his lips brushing Ren's shoulder, still moving slow, slow and steady. "Love fucking you, Ren."
Ren gasped at the words, the sound becoming a moan as Ray licked slowly up Ren's neck before continuing. "Love you fucking me, too. Was thinking about it today." Ren's ass squeezed Ray's cock and he suddenly had to catch his breath. "Was sitting in the car with Fraser thinking about that time you just, oh god yeah, did me against the kitchen counter."
Oh, yeah, Ren liked that. He was moving against Ray, desperately looking for more force and friction despite Ray's instructions and Ray's hands trying to hold him still. He was doing that slight corkscrew thing that made Ray's brain go all dark and hot.
"Making spanakopita," Ren said.
"Yeah. Never," Ray's voice was going, but he had to try, for Ren, "never thought you'd lose it in the, ugh, kitchen. Oh god, fuck me, take me, take it."
As he lost control, Ray fumbled for Ren's cock and stroked up and down, slipped his thumb over the slick head, thrusting faster, faster, and then Ren's ass was squeezing him crazy tight, Ren's cock was spitting heat all over his hand, and Ren's sweet voice was saying, "Cock. Big hard cock!"
Ray exploded with white-hot pleasure and searing, scorching relief. He thrust one last time, deep into Ren's body, and gurgled against Ren's shoulder, dazzling lights in his eyes. When he came back to himself, Ren was shifting uncomfortably, so he gently pulled out and sank back on his heels, stroking one hand down Ren's long thigh and admiring the view as Ren curled on his side, panting.
Ray sprawled on his back next to him, breathing hard as well. After a few moments he looked over, grinned into Ren's red face. "You're getting better. You know, with the dirty talk."
Ren twisted his head away bashfully, a smile on his lips. Ray decided to close his eyes for just a minute.
The next thing he knew, Ray had his arms around Ren, who was trying to slip free. Ray mumbled a whine, trying to clasp Ren tighter.
"Let go, please, Ray. I'm afraid I have to urinate."
Ray considered this for a moment, then released him with a slurred "Back soon." Ray drowsed comfortably in their big bed until the toilet flushed, the mattress dipped behind him, and Ren was back. Ren wrapped his arms around Ray and pulled him against his firm chest and round belly. Ray leaned back into him, enjoying the warmth of Ren's breath against his neck and ear. He reached back with one boneless hand and stroked Ren's side and part of the belly bulge.
"You didn't have dinner." Ren sounded sleepily perturbed.
"Breakfast. Lasagna makes a good breakfast." Ray was sinking fast, but was awake enough to feel Ren nuzzling his ear. Felt good. Suddenly, something important occurred to him. "Do you think you could knit a one thingie with a picture of the Goat?"
"Of course, Ray."
Ray smiled blurrily, mumbled something that could have been "Good," "Goat," or "I Love you," and was asleep.
***
Continued in The One with the Journal
Author: slidellra
Pairing: Kowalski/Turnbull
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Sequel to The One That's a Drabble. Written for getturnbulllaid prompt 10. Turnbull/Kowalski - Mpreg, Ray is the father. 1927 words. Many thanks to llassah for beta.
When Ray got home, Ren was on the couch listening to Hank Williams. Not dusting or knitting or cooking or doing some new strange thing that always, every time, caught Ray off guard. He was wearing RCMP sweats, and, while that was usually a good look for him, today he looked worn out. It was always a weird shock these days, Ren being tired and almost moody rather than perky and bursting with health.
"Ray! Welcome home. I trust your day went well?"
"Sucked. Fraser chased a purse-snatcher half a mile and somehow I was the one who ended up in a dumpster. And we've got a stakeout tonight."
Ray leaned over the back of the couch to kiss him.
Sitting up abruptly, Ren wrinkled his nose. "Is that fish sauce?"
Realizing his mistake, Ray skipped back away from the couch. Too late. Ren made a weird gulping sound, slapped his hand over his mouth, and bolted for the bathroom.
"Gross." Ray headed for the bedroom, stripping off his stinky clothes as he went.
***
"So then he hurls again. It's gotta wear off soon, don't you think? He can't puke for nine months straight."
Fraser had that polite, slightly baffled expression he was wearing a lot these days. "Well, Ray, there is remarkably little information available about nausea and male pregnancy. Did the ginger root tea help at all?"
"Yeah, I think. He's keeping it down at least. Can't imagine how, that stuff would make me sick."
Ray slouched down further in his seat, trying to keep his ass from going numb. The seat was broken in perfectly, and way more comfortable than a pool car, but even a great car like the Goat was no place to sit for hours on end, watching nothing happen.
Turning a little to face him, Fraser took a deep breath and said, "You seem to be adjusting remarkably well to your altered circumstances, Ray. Co-habitating with Constable Turnbull is a significant change in itself, but with the unexpected," Fraser stumbled slightly over the word, then pushed on, "blessing, it would not be unimaginable for you to be a little, as you might say, 'freaked out.'"
Flashing him a shy smile, Ray said, "I always wanted kids, you know."
"Yes, and I am, of course, delighted for you. But, while I don't wish to pry, I must admit I was a little startled by your choice of... co-parent."
Ray stiffened a little, but kept his voice pretty light. "Yeah, who'da thought I'd be so old-fashioned? Ren's such the little woman it makes me, what, Ward Cleaver? But he'll be a great dad, if he doesn't fuss the kid to death."
"Of course." Fraser's voice was very bland.
They sat in silence for a while, Ray beating out a rhythm on the steering wheel, his forehead wrinkled.
Finally, Ray burst out, "Look, he loves me. He's goofy as hell, but he's a good guy, and with him it's like I'm enough, just me. I never had that before."
Fraser nodded, slowly. "Turnbull is indeed a very different person from ASA Kowalski."
"Yeah, and he's even better in the sack."
Fraser let out a short, honking laugh. He caught himself and shot Ray a stern look before turning his attention back to the warehouse, ignoring him.
Ray tapped his fingers on his thigh and grinned to himself.
***
Ray didn't make it back to the apartment until long after midnight. He shucked his clothes and crawled into bed, pressing himself against Ren's broad back.
Ren stirred and twisted around just enough to look at Ray, smiling his sleepy smile, his pretty, slightly-too-close-together eyes not quite focusing yet.
"How're you feeling?"
"Much better, thank you, Ray. Miss Vecchio was kind enough to bring over some of her mother's lasagna. I can warm it up if you're hungry."
"Later."
Ray kissed the back of Ren's neck, running his hand down over the bulge that had replaced his flat stomach.
"I found a new pattern for a knit onesie. It has a wolf applique on the front and a matching hat with little wolf ears." Even now that he was worn out all the time, Ren had this ability to wake up chatty and alert way faster than Ray ever could.
"Uh-huh," Ray murmured against the back of Ren's neck. "Can you still lie on your stomach?"
Ren arranged some pillows to help support his belly and then rolled onto his front. Resting his chin on his crossed arms, he smiled brightly at Ray, who leaned in to press their mouths together before straddling Ren's hips and beginning to massage his neck and shoulders.
"Oh," Ren said, with pleasure in his voice, "that feels marvelous. Did you know that I never had a massage before we began dating?"
"That's a criminal waste of a lot of beautiful Mountie-flesh." Ray's hands hesitated as he screwed his eyes shut, kicking himself for bringing up the most painful possible subject. The RCMP wasn't sure how to handle a pregnant male Mountie and Ren's professional future, never particularly promising, was now looking uncertain to shitty to nada.
"Sorry," he muttered, continuing the massage.
"There's no need to apologize, Ray. I'm glad that you like my flesh."
"Oh, yeah. I like this part here." Ray spent some time kneading Ren's back, coaxing his drowsy muscles into relaxing still further. He let his hands slide down to the lovely curve at the small of Ren's back. "And I like this part, too."
Ren made a happy sound and moved back into Ray's hands.
"But this part," Ray moved on to Ren's ass, rubbing firm circles with the heels of his hands. "This is the best."
Ren giggled. "You like my rear better than any other part of me?"
"I like your ass, Ren. It's a great ass. Ass of the gods right here, and it's all mine."
"Yes, it is."
Jesus, Ren could break him so easily. He was always sincere, always committed. It made Ray's cock go from half-mast interested to flagpole-hard need in about three seconds. "You up for it?"
"Of course. Apparently, sexual activity and, in particular, orgasms, can be quite beneficial..."
'Of course.' Ray loved this man. Ray tuned out the rest, grabbed the lube and got to work.
Ren was relaxed and eager and he opened up for Ray just like he always did, sweet and easy and hot enough to burn. When Ray had two fingers working him, Ren moved up onto his hands and knees, shifting his legs apart to welcome Ray.
"Scoot forward," Ray urged, rearranging Ren so he was kneeling, his arms braced against the wall at the head of the bed. "Will this work?"
"Oh, yes." Ren was rubbing back against Ray's cock, seeking more sensation.
As Ray pressed himself inside, he breathed out a low, husky, "Yeah," just as Ren said clearly, "Oh, yes, please." It made Ray smile as he clung to Ren's hips and tried to maintain some self-control. When his brain could process anything other than tighthottighthottight, he set up a slow rhythm, working himself in and out of Ren's body. He changed the angle of his thrusts slightly, looking for the good spot, and felt smugly satisfied at the gasp Ren made, the eager way Ren rocked back against him.
"Stay still," he whispered hoarsely into Ren's ear, hands tightening on Ren's hips. "Let me do the work."
God, it was work. He was sweating already with the effort of not just slamming into Ren until he came, the effort it took to keep his pace slow and steady. He left one hand gripping Ren's hip and reached around with the other, wrapping his fingers around Ren's cock for a couple of light, teasing strokes before resting his hand in the crease of Ren's thigh, using it to anchor himself.
Ren'd had a hard day, Ray knew. Sometimes being pregnant sucked. He deserved the very best fuck Ray could provide. He leaned forward, his lips brushing Ren's shoulder, still moving slow, slow and steady. "Love fucking you, Ren."
Ren gasped at the words, the sound becoming a moan as Ray licked slowly up Ren's neck before continuing. "Love you fucking me, too. Was thinking about it today." Ren's ass squeezed Ray's cock and he suddenly had to catch his breath. "Was sitting in the car with Fraser thinking about that time you just, oh god yeah, did me against the kitchen counter."
Oh, yeah, Ren liked that. He was moving against Ray, desperately looking for more force and friction despite Ray's instructions and Ray's hands trying to hold him still. He was doing that slight corkscrew thing that made Ray's brain go all dark and hot.
"Making spanakopita," Ren said.
"Yeah. Never," Ray's voice was going, but he had to try, for Ren, "never thought you'd lose it in the, ugh, kitchen. Oh god, fuck me, take me, take it."
As he lost control, Ray fumbled for Ren's cock and stroked up and down, slipped his thumb over the slick head, thrusting faster, faster, and then Ren's ass was squeezing him crazy tight, Ren's cock was spitting heat all over his hand, and Ren's sweet voice was saying, "Cock. Big hard cock!"
Ray exploded with white-hot pleasure and searing, scorching relief. He thrust one last time, deep into Ren's body, and gurgled against Ren's shoulder, dazzling lights in his eyes. When he came back to himself, Ren was shifting uncomfortably, so he gently pulled out and sank back on his heels, stroking one hand down Ren's long thigh and admiring the view as Ren curled on his side, panting.
Ray sprawled on his back next to him, breathing hard as well. After a few moments he looked over, grinned into Ren's red face. "You're getting better. You know, with the dirty talk."
Ren twisted his head away bashfully, a smile on his lips. Ray decided to close his eyes for just a minute.
The next thing he knew, Ray had his arms around Ren, who was trying to slip free. Ray mumbled a whine, trying to clasp Ren tighter.
"Let go, please, Ray. I'm afraid I have to urinate."
Ray considered this for a moment, then released him with a slurred "Back soon." Ray drowsed comfortably in their big bed until the toilet flushed, the mattress dipped behind him, and Ren was back. Ren wrapped his arms around Ray and pulled him against his firm chest and round belly. Ray leaned back into him, enjoying the warmth of Ren's breath against his neck and ear. He reached back with one boneless hand and stroked Ren's side and part of the belly bulge.
"You didn't have dinner." Ren sounded sleepily perturbed.
"Breakfast. Lasagna makes a good breakfast." Ray was sinking fast, but was awake enough to feel Ren nuzzling his ear. Felt good. Suddenly, something important occurred to him. "Do you think you could knit a one thingie with a picture of the Goat?"
"Of course, Ray."
Ray smiled blurrily, mumbled something that could have been "Good," "Goat," or "I Love you," and was asleep.
***
Continued in The One with the Journal