F/K fic: Two For the Money
Title: Two For the Money
Rating: not G ;)
Pairing Fraser/RayK(/OMC)
Word Count: 1,212
Summary/Notes: Ray and Ben are two hookers who've been hired to perform for a john. Written, if you can believe it, for the hooker au prompt at stop_drop_porn. Unbeta'd because it's already late. Sorry!
“Wait, you want us to what?” Ray glanced at Ben beside him and then back at the john.
“I told you. You, fuck him.” The portly gentleman indicated first Ray then Ben. Ray huffed and scratched the back of his neck.
“It’s just that when guys hire two hookers-“
“Escorts, Ray.” Ray rolled his eyes. Fucking Ben, he was like the Dudley Do-Right of hookers.
“-Escorts, gigolos, gentlemen of the night, whatever, they generally like to, you know, get involved.”
“Well, I’d like to watch. I’m not paying you to talk, I’m paying you to screw, so get to it.” So saying, he dropped into an overstuffed chair and started undoing his pants.
“Uh, certainly sir. Is there anything in particular you’d like to see?” Ben asked as he guided Ray to the king hotel bed. Ray shrugged him off irritably. He could find the bed just fine on his own, thanks.
“Just you two fucking hard,” the guy grunted, already busy working his erection.
Ben nodded and quickly began divesting himself of his clothes. His tight cotton t-shirt soon followed by his faded, loose-fitting jeans to the floor and he climbed naked onto the bed. Ray couldn’t help but stare just a little as he dug lube and a condom out of his cut-off shorts before casting them off with his ripped sleeve flannel shirt. Ben’s ass was pretty much the definition of fuckable, all taut and round, even if Ben himself jittered Ray to no end with his earnest talk of clean living and his insistence on always fair-changing their customers.
Ray kneed his way onto the bed, up behind where Ben was waiting on his hands and knees. God, but that was a pretty sight. Ray ripped open the packet of lube and coated the first two fingers on his right hand.
“Y’alright, Ben?” he murmured, stroking Ben’s thigh to alert him to the start of things.
“Yes, Ray,” Ben replied, wiggling his ass in what was clearly both a reassurance to Ray and an enticement to their customer.
Ray began working Ben open professionally, scissoring his fingers as he worked them in and out. Ben’s moans sounded almost laughably fake to Ray, but they seemed to be working for the john, who was panting encouragements and obscenities from his chair. He was considering adding a third finger, as he knew what it was like to be fucked on too little prep, when Ben pushed back suddenly onto his fingers and twisted his head round to look at Ray,
“I’m good Ray. Fuck me now.” And even though it was surely a line meant to titillate the john, Ray couldn’t help his breath catching at the rough edge to Ben’s voice and the flushed shine of his lower lip where he’d obviously been biting it. There was no denying that Ben was worth every penny of the price the agency put on him.
Ray pulled his fingers out and grabbed the condom from the sheets. He was just lining up to push in when the john’s voice stopped him.
“No. I want you facing at each other.” Ray mentally rolled his eyes - now he wanted to play director - but nodded and helped Ben roll over onto his back. Ben grabbed a pillow and shoved it under his hips, angling his ass up and out toward Ray. He lined up again and slid in with one smooth stroke. The tight heat surrounding him forced an involuntary groan from Ray that he heard echoed from Ben.
Ray had fucked more than his share of guys during the time he’s worked for The Vecchio Gentleman’s Club, but he’d never felt anything as enticing as Ben gripping and clenching around him. He could barely bring himself to slide out even to plunge back in. He never wanted to leave this tight, hot heaven. Ben’s groans slowly became less frequent and more real, and Ray could feel him getting lost in the rhythm of Ray’s thrusts.
He could feel strong thighs wrapping around his slim hips, ankles resting against his legs and they thrust into each other. Ben’s hands released the bedcovers and started roaming Ray’s chest and back. Ray felt him reach down to tease the skin where they joined, roll his balls between strong fingers. Ray lent down impulsively and kissed him, and they were gone. All thoughts of the john in the chair were completely obliterated by the heat and the sizzle between them. Ray broke the kiss, panting, and his eyes caught in Ben’s. His hips snapped harder and harder and Ben met every one with a thrust of his own, each unable to take his eyes off the other.
That familiar feeling was building at the base of Ray’s spine, but he couldn’t have slowed down if the lives of children had been at stake. He just kept driving into Ben until he shuddered and came hard, nearly collapsing on top of Ben. He buried his head into Ben’s neck as the aftershocks raced through him. He slowly became aware of Ben running gentling hands up and down his sides even as he continued to thrust up onto Ray’s spent cock.
Blowing out a shaky breath, Ray pushed himself up, slipping out of Ben’s ass as he did. Ben’s cock was flushed and twitching as it lay tight up against his stomach. Ray could see he was close as he took hold of it and began to stroke. Ben’s gasps and whines were nearly enough to get Ray hard again. Ben was maybe three strokes from coming when the john’s breathless voice made them both start in their skins.
“Come on his face, I want to see you come on his face.”
Ben’s hand came immediately down to pinch the base of his cock and his moan was so desperate that Ray found himself on his knees beside the bed before he even registered that he was moving. Ben stood shakily and hooked one hand around the back of Ray’s head, tilting it up. He got off maybe four good pulls before he came all over Ray’s face, strands landing on his neck and in his hair. Ray licked around his mouth, pulling in all the come he could taste and off to the side he vaguely heard their john cursing his way through an orgasm, but all Ray could see was the smouldering look in Ben’s eyes as he rubbed a smear of his own come into Ray’s cheek with the pad of his thumb.
The remainder of the job passed in a blur of tissues and clothes and bills until eventually Ray found himself in the elevator with Ben, on their way to the lobby. He glanced away from the falling numbers to Ben in order to gauge how awkward this was going to be. It’s not like he’d never done a fellow hooker before, but then, it had never been the best sex he could remember since he started turning tricks. Ben seemed to be doing the same thing, because their eyes locked, there was a short pause and then Ben had Ray pressed against the wall of the elevator, sucking kisses into his neck. So, not awkward at all, then. Ray could live with that.
Rating: not G ;)
Pairing Fraser/RayK(/OMC)
Word Count: 1,212
Summary/Notes: Ray and Ben are two hookers who've been hired to perform for a john. Written, if you can believe it, for the hooker au prompt at stop_drop_porn. Unbeta'd because it's already late. Sorry!
“Wait, you want us to what?” Ray glanced at Ben beside him and then back at the john.
“I told you. You, fuck him.” The portly gentleman indicated first Ray then Ben. Ray huffed and scratched the back of his neck.
“It’s just that when guys hire two hookers-“
“Escorts, Ray.” Ray rolled his eyes. Fucking Ben, he was like the Dudley Do-Right of hookers.
“-Escorts, gigolos, gentlemen of the night, whatever, they generally like to, you know, get involved.”
“Well, I’d like to watch. I’m not paying you to talk, I’m paying you to screw, so get to it.” So saying, he dropped into an overstuffed chair and started undoing his pants.
“Uh, certainly sir. Is there anything in particular you’d like to see?” Ben asked as he guided Ray to the king hotel bed. Ray shrugged him off irritably. He could find the bed just fine on his own, thanks.
“Just you two fucking hard,” the guy grunted, already busy working his erection.
Ben nodded and quickly began divesting himself of his clothes. His tight cotton t-shirt soon followed by his faded, loose-fitting jeans to the floor and he climbed naked onto the bed. Ray couldn’t help but stare just a little as he dug lube and a condom out of his cut-off shorts before casting them off with his ripped sleeve flannel shirt. Ben’s ass was pretty much the definition of fuckable, all taut and round, even if Ben himself jittered Ray to no end with his earnest talk of clean living and his insistence on always fair-changing their customers.
Ray kneed his way onto the bed, up behind where Ben was waiting on his hands and knees. God, but that was a pretty sight. Ray ripped open the packet of lube and coated the first two fingers on his right hand.
“Y’alright, Ben?” he murmured, stroking Ben’s thigh to alert him to the start of things.
“Yes, Ray,” Ben replied, wiggling his ass in what was clearly both a reassurance to Ray and an enticement to their customer.
Ray began working Ben open professionally, scissoring his fingers as he worked them in and out. Ben’s moans sounded almost laughably fake to Ray, but they seemed to be working for the john, who was panting encouragements and obscenities from his chair. He was considering adding a third finger, as he knew what it was like to be fucked on too little prep, when Ben pushed back suddenly onto his fingers and twisted his head round to look at Ray,
“I’m good Ray. Fuck me now.” And even though it was surely a line meant to titillate the john, Ray couldn’t help his breath catching at the rough edge to Ben’s voice and the flushed shine of his lower lip where he’d obviously been biting it. There was no denying that Ben was worth every penny of the price the agency put on him.
Ray pulled his fingers out and grabbed the condom from the sheets. He was just lining up to push in when the john’s voice stopped him.
“No. I want you facing at each other.” Ray mentally rolled his eyes - now he wanted to play director - but nodded and helped Ben roll over onto his back. Ben grabbed a pillow and shoved it under his hips, angling his ass up and out toward Ray. He lined up again and slid in with one smooth stroke. The tight heat surrounding him forced an involuntary groan from Ray that he heard echoed from Ben.
Ray had fucked more than his share of guys during the time he’s worked for The Vecchio Gentleman’s Club, but he’d never felt anything as enticing as Ben gripping and clenching around him. He could barely bring himself to slide out even to plunge back in. He never wanted to leave this tight, hot heaven. Ben’s groans slowly became less frequent and more real, and Ray could feel him getting lost in the rhythm of Ray’s thrusts.
He could feel strong thighs wrapping around his slim hips, ankles resting against his legs and they thrust into each other. Ben’s hands released the bedcovers and started roaming Ray’s chest and back. Ray felt him reach down to tease the skin where they joined, roll his balls between strong fingers. Ray lent down impulsively and kissed him, and they were gone. All thoughts of the john in the chair were completely obliterated by the heat and the sizzle between them. Ray broke the kiss, panting, and his eyes caught in Ben’s. His hips snapped harder and harder and Ben met every one with a thrust of his own, each unable to take his eyes off the other.
That familiar feeling was building at the base of Ray’s spine, but he couldn’t have slowed down if the lives of children had been at stake. He just kept driving into Ben until he shuddered and came hard, nearly collapsing on top of Ben. He buried his head into Ben’s neck as the aftershocks raced through him. He slowly became aware of Ben running gentling hands up and down his sides even as he continued to thrust up onto Ray’s spent cock.
Blowing out a shaky breath, Ray pushed himself up, slipping out of Ben’s ass as he did. Ben’s cock was flushed and twitching as it lay tight up against his stomach. Ray could see he was close as he took hold of it and began to stroke. Ben’s gasps and whines were nearly enough to get Ray hard again. Ben was maybe three strokes from coming when the john’s breathless voice made them both start in their skins.
“Come on his face, I want to see you come on his face.”
Ben’s hand came immediately down to pinch the base of his cock and his moan was so desperate that Ray found himself on his knees beside the bed before he even registered that he was moving. Ben stood shakily and hooked one hand around the back of Ray’s head, tilting it up. He got off maybe four good pulls before he came all over Ray’s face, strands landing on his neck and in his hair. Ray licked around his mouth, pulling in all the come he could taste and off to the side he vaguely heard their john cursing his way through an orgasm, but all Ray could see was the smouldering look in Ben’s eyes as he rubbed a smear of his own come into Ray’s cheek with the pad of his thumb.
The remainder of the job passed in a blur of tissues and clothes and bills until eventually Ray found himself in the elevator with Ben, on their way to the lobby. He glanced away from the falling numbers to Ben in order to gauge how awkward this was going to be. It’s not like he’d never done a fellow hooker before, but then, it had never been the best sex he could remember since he started turning tricks. Ben seemed to be doing the same thing, because their eyes locked, there was a short pause and then Ben had Ray pressed against the wall of the elevator, sucking kisses into his neck. So, not awkward at all, then. Ray could live with that.