Shallow My Ass -- by moosesal (Ray/Ray)
Title: Shallow My Ass
Author: moosesal
Pairing: Kowalski/Vecchio
Prompt from qe2: Shallow
Rating: NC-17 (duh)
Note: I've been too busy the last few weeks to actually read any of these, so I hope this is fresh and not repetitive of other stories that have been posted.
Summary: Ray calls Vecchio shallow. Vecchio sets out to prove that he's nice and deep. And so is Ray.
"Shallow? You think I'm shallow?" Vecchio sputters.
Ray looks pointedly at Vecchio's outfit and his shoes. He doesn't know anyone else who owns that many pairs of shoes. Not even Stella. Ray, himself, only had three pairs -- a beat up pair of boots, a beat up pair of sneakers, and a pair of dress shoes that he can't remember ever wearing.
"You really want to have this conversation here?" Ray glances around the room. Frannie and Huey are watching and listening intently. Some creepy guy giving a statement to Dewey keeps looking back and forth between them knowingly. And while their ... whatever this is, isn't exactly a secret? It also isn't something they tend to go around advertising either.
"My ass, I'm shallow." Vecchio replies, either oblivious to their audience or too upset to care.
"Nah, your ass is nice and deep," Ray mutters as he slides past him and heads out of the squad room. "It just seems shallow because my cock's so big."
When Vecchio slips into the storage room after him and locks the door, Ray pushes his shoulder, forcing him to his knees. Ray's cock is hard and he's already unzipped his pants and pulled it out. They've done this a billion times and Ray finds Vecchio's mouth in the dark with ease. He caresses his mouth and Vecchio opens for him, sucking his thumb in for a moment before Ray pulls his hand away and slides his cock in.
"God you're good at this." He feels Vecchio's hands on his ass, urging him to thrust and he does. Again and again, deep into his throat. He holds Vecchio's head still as he comes, then strokes a thumb along Vecchio's jaw then down his neck feeling the muscles that were just contracting around his cock. "Maybe not so shallow after all." He winks even though Vecchio can't see it in the dark.
***
"I am NOT shallow," Vecchio yells as he storms into Ray's apartment that evening.
Ray glances over his shoulder and goes back to stirring the pasta sauce on the stove. "Oh god," he groans as Vecchio strides into the kitchen. "Here we go again."
Vecchio peaks over his shoulder and his whole mood changes in an instant. Ray can feel his tense body relax against his back. "You made sauce? Ma's recipe?" Ray nods. "So you admit you were wrong and you're cooking to apologize, huh?"
Ray chokes on his laughter. "Uh, yeah. That's it, baby." He rolls his eyes.
"What? You're saying that you're not wrong?" Vecchio graps the spoon and tastes the sauce, making a satisfied sound as he hand the spoon back to Ray.
"No, just that I wanted spaghetti without all the rigmarole of dinner at Ma's."
"You're so sucking up to me. You love my Ma. You just know that I'd rather not put up with the drama." Ray can hear the smile on Vecchio's face as he walks back to the bedroom.
"You suck me, I suck up, it's a fair trade." Ray's cock perks up at the memory of that afternoon in the supply closet.
***
After dinner they attempt to watch TV, but find themselves fighting for space on the couch until they're all tangled up and thrusting against each other. Vecchio's on top, trying to regain that little bit of control he gave up hours earlier. "Bed," he finally gasps as they nearly roll onto the floor in their effort to get skin on skin.
And now here they are. Ray on his stomach, a pillow under his hips to lift his ass in the air. Vecchio draped over him thrusting slow and deep.
"So deep," he whispers.
"That's right," Ray replies with a hint of humor in his voice. "Because I'm not the shallow one."
Vecchio thrusts hard before pulling Ray to his hands and knees. "Fuck you, Kowalski."
Ray pushes back and grins into the pillow as he says, "Yeah, Vecchio. Fuck me."
***
In the morning, Ray is pulled into wakefulness by the feel of warm, wet suction around his cock, two fingers gently working his ass. He groans and arches his back as another finger eases inside him. "Jesus," he whispers. "Yeah, yeah, right there. Unh." Vecchio backs off just in time and Ray comes all over his stomach. He wishes every day started like this.
Vecchio gives him a moment to calm down, but doesn't remove his fingers. He holds still inside Ray and then slowly starts pumping in and out again. "You like this? Like my fingers deep inside you?"
Ray bends his knees, pressing his feet flat against the mattress and pushes back as he chokes out a "Yes". He feels a thumb pressing just below his balls, firm and rhythmic. "Fuck." His eyes are squeezed tight, his hands fisting the sheets. He's still sensitive from the first orgasm and Vecchio's taking him to the edge again. Controlling him.
Fingers swipe through the come on his belly and then there's the slow burn of Vecchio pulling out almost completely before sliding in again - tighter, fuller. He's stretched too wide, wider than possible. He feels like he's going to break in two. Physically. Emotionally.
Ray hears the snap of a bottle lid and then feels cool wetness at his ass, on those fingers as Vecchio works them inside his body, splitting him open.
"You want it, Stanley?" Ray cringes at the name but pushes back anyway, fucking himself on long, strong fingers. "You want my whole hand inside you?"
Fuck. He doesn't know when exactly his cock got hard again, but here he is on edge. His cock twitches; his hips jerk against his will. He whimpers and tries to speak but all that comes out is a raspy breath; his mouth and throat are dry.
"Tell me you want my fist in your ass." There's steel in Vecchio's voice. This is pushing him to his limits, as well. Ray wants to see his face, but he can't open his eyes for fear that he'll fall apart and won't be able to get himself back together. Ever.
He grips the sheets tighter, his toes curled. When Vecchio begins pushing his thumb again -- right there, right behind his balls, so close to his ass -- he lifts off the bed. Ray wants it. He wants it all.
"Tell me, Ray. You want my fist up inside you, don't you? You want me to own you. Say it." And then there's something warm and wet. Right there. Oh fuck. Tongue and lips. Vecchio's mouth is there - right on that spot as he pulls out and then pushes back in thumb and all. "Tell me," is whispered against his flesh.
Ray wants to say it, but he can't. He is undone. His cock jerks against his stomach and shoots all over his chest. He gasps for air, his whole body shaking, tears slipping from beneath clenched eyelids.
In that moment Vecchio does own him. Completely.
"Good thing your ass isn't shallow." Vecchio chuckles as he slowly slips his fingers from Ray's body. Ray opens his eyes and can see that Vecchio is hiding a world of emotions behind his joke.
***
Ray winces as he bends down to get his boots off the shoe rack in the closet. He glances over at all of Vecchio's fancy Italian loafers and smiles.
"You're so fucking shallow," he says as he exits the closet. "Not that that's a bad thing."
"Fuck you," Vecchio laughs.
"Oh god," he groans. "Not tonight. dear. I have a headache."
The End
Okay, it looks like everyone signed up for this week has written at least once. But I'm going to tag primroseburrows -- you've only written once and it was early on. So tag, you're it!
Prompt -- fingers. Mmm, fingers. *g*
Author: moosesal
Pairing: Kowalski/Vecchio
Prompt from qe2: Shallow
Rating: NC-17 (duh)
Note: I've been too busy the last few weeks to actually read any of these, so I hope this is fresh and not repetitive of other stories that have been posted.
Summary: Ray calls Vecchio shallow. Vecchio sets out to prove that he's nice and deep. And so is Ray.
"Shallow? You think I'm shallow?" Vecchio sputters.
Ray looks pointedly at Vecchio's outfit and his shoes. He doesn't know anyone else who owns that many pairs of shoes. Not even Stella. Ray, himself, only had three pairs -- a beat up pair of boots, a beat up pair of sneakers, and a pair of dress shoes that he can't remember ever wearing.
"You really want to have this conversation here?" Ray glances around the room. Frannie and Huey are watching and listening intently. Some creepy guy giving a statement to Dewey keeps looking back and forth between them knowingly. And while their ... whatever this is, isn't exactly a secret? It also isn't something they tend to go around advertising either.
"My ass, I'm shallow." Vecchio replies, either oblivious to their audience or too upset to care.
"Nah, your ass is nice and deep," Ray mutters as he slides past him and heads out of the squad room. "It just seems shallow because my cock's so big."
When Vecchio slips into the storage room after him and locks the door, Ray pushes his shoulder, forcing him to his knees. Ray's cock is hard and he's already unzipped his pants and pulled it out. They've done this a billion times and Ray finds Vecchio's mouth in the dark with ease. He caresses his mouth and Vecchio opens for him, sucking his thumb in for a moment before Ray pulls his hand away and slides his cock in.
"God you're good at this." He feels Vecchio's hands on his ass, urging him to thrust and he does. Again and again, deep into his throat. He holds Vecchio's head still as he comes, then strokes a thumb along Vecchio's jaw then down his neck feeling the muscles that were just contracting around his cock. "Maybe not so shallow after all." He winks even though Vecchio can't see it in the dark.
***
"I am NOT shallow," Vecchio yells as he storms into Ray's apartment that evening.
Ray glances over his shoulder and goes back to stirring the pasta sauce on the stove. "Oh god," he groans as Vecchio strides into the kitchen. "Here we go again."
Vecchio peaks over his shoulder and his whole mood changes in an instant. Ray can feel his tense body relax against his back. "You made sauce? Ma's recipe?" Ray nods. "So you admit you were wrong and you're cooking to apologize, huh?"
Ray chokes on his laughter. "Uh, yeah. That's it, baby." He rolls his eyes.
"What? You're saying that you're not wrong?" Vecchio graps the spoon and tastes the sauce, making a satisfied sound as he hand the spoon back to Ray.
"No, just that I wanted spaghetti without all the rigmarole of dinner at Ma's."
"You're so sucking up to me. You love my Ma. You just know that I'd rather not put up with the drama." Ray can hear the smile on Vecchio's face as he walks back to the bedroom.
"You suck me, I suck up, it's a fair trade." Ray's cock perks up at the memory of that afternoon in the supply closet.
***
After dinner they attempt to watch TV, but find themselves fighting for space on the couch until they're all tangled up and thrusting against each other. Vecchio's on top, trying to regain that little bit of control he gave up hours earlier. "Bed," he finally gasps as they nearly roll onto the floor in their effort to get skin on skin.
And now here they are. Ray on his stomach, a pillow under his hips to lift his ass in the air. Vecchio draped over him thrusting slow and deep.
"So deep," he whispers.
"That's right," Ray replies with a hint of humor in his voice. "Because I'm not the shallow one."
Vecchio thrusts hard before pulling Ray to his hands and knees. "Fuck you, Kowalski."
Ray pushes back and grins into the pillow as he says, "Yeah, Vecchio. Fuck me."
***
In the morning, Ray is pulled into wakefulness by the feel of warm, wet suction around his cock, two fingers gently working his ass. He groans and arches his back as another finger eases inside him. "Jesus," he whispers. "Yeah, yeah, right there. Unh." Vecchio backs off just in time and Ray comes all over his stomach. He wishes every day started like this.
Vecchio gives him a moment to calm down, but doesn't remove his fingers. He holds still inside Ray and then slowly starts pumping in and out again. "You like this? Like my fingers deep inside you?"
Ray bends his knees, pressing his feet flat against the mattress and pushes back as he chokes out a "Yes". He feels a thumb pressing just below his balls, firm and rhythmic. "Fuck." His eyes are squeezed tight, his hands fisting the sheets. He's still sensitive from the first orgasm and Vecchio's taking him to the edge again. Controlling him.
Fingers swipe through the come on his belly and then there's the slow burn of Vecchio pulling out almost completely before sliding in again - tighter, fuller. He's stretched too wide, wider than possible. He feels like he's going to break in two. Physically. Emotionally.
Ray hears the snap of a bottle lid and then feels cool wetness at his ass, on those fingers as Vecchio works them inside his body, splitting him open.
"You want it, Stanley?" Ray cringes at the name but pushes back anyway, fucking himself on long, strong fingers. "You want my whole hand inside you?"
Fuck. He doesn't know when exactly his cock got hard again, but here he is on edge. His cock twitches; his hips jerk against his will. He whimpers and tries to speak but all that comes out is a raspy breath; his mouth and throat are dry.
"Tell me you want my fist in your ass." There's steel in Vecchio's voice. This is pushing him to his limits, as well. Ray wants to see his face, but he can't open his eyes for fear that he'll fall apart and won't be able to get himself back together. Ever.
He grips the sheets tighter, his toes curled. When Vecchio begins pushing his thumb again -- right there, right behind his balls, so close to his ass -- he lifts off the bed. Ray wants it. He wants it all.
"Tell me, Ray. You want my fist up inside you, don't you? You want me to own you. Say it." And then there's something warm and wet. Right there. Oh fuck. Tongue and lips. Vecchio's mouth is there - right on that spot as he pulls out and then pushes back in thumb and all. "Tell me," is whispered against his flesh.
Ray wants to say it, but he can't. He is undone. His cock jerks against his stomach and shoots all over his chest. He gasps for air, his whole body shaking, tears slipping from beneath clenched eyelids.
In that moment Vecchio does own him. Completely.
"Good thing your ass isn't shallow." Vecchio chuckles as he slowly slips his fingers from Ray's body. Ray opens his eyes and can see that Vecchio is hiding a world of emotions behind his joke.
***
Ray winces as he bends down to get his boots off the shoe rack in the closet. He glances over at all of Vecchio's fancy Italian loafers and smiles.
"You're so fucking shallow," he says as he exits the closet. "Not that that's a bad thing."
"Fuck you," Vecchio laughs.
"Oh god," he groans. "Not tonight. dear. I have a headache."
The End
Okay, it looks like everyone signed up for this week has written at least once. But I'm going to tag primroseburrows -- you've only written once and it was early on. So tag, you're it!
Prompt -- fingers. Mmm, fingers. *g*