By Thermidor (previously
posted as "M. Overdone")
"You riding home with me, Fraser?"
Fraser colored slightly and looked at his partner wistfully.
well, no, Ray. I'm afraid paperwork will keep me at the Consulate
"Well, when you finish, give me a call and I'll come get
not the safest neighborhood."
Benton had become so used to being with Ray in the evenings
working late at the Consulate seemed like a chore. Despite his
slightly dour mood, he did manage to get quite a bit done. By
p.m. not only were the requisite forms completed, but the files
been reorganized, the invitations to the upcoming dinner sent,
the inspector's tea service polished. Not a bad evening's work,
things considered. A few more letters to type and he would be
finished. Fraser returned to his office/former bedroom, now
only the desk lamp on. He nearly flipped the overhead switch,
stopped. All day spent under the fluorescent lights of the 2-7
enough, and the small lamp would be enough to work by. Fraser
already halfway out of his tunic when it occurred to him how
ridiculous it was that he'd kept the entire uniform on this
was, after all, alone, and until recently he would have thought
this as being at home as well.
He smiled when he thought how much more of a home he had now.
As he straightened the paperwork on his desk, he let his mind
thoughts of his new home. Ray's home. Theirs. It still made
a bit, and he was so distracted he didn't hear a thing.
Simultaneously, he felt the heat of someone behind him and something
hard and round in the middle of his back. Reflexively, he raised
hands in the air.
"Don't turn around. Don't move. Keep your hands still.
I won't have
to hurt you." The voice was low and hard-edged. Traces
of a Chicago
accent, but the sounds were short and clipped, revealing little
personality. Automatically, Fraser's brain went into overdrive,
collecting and cataloging, to remember everything he could about
Fraser forced his voice to be steady. "I won't. What do
"The valuables. Cash, silver, jewelry- whatever you got,
The voice sounded serious, and the press into his back got a
harder. "No funny stuff. I've got a gun. I'll use it."
word was punctuated by another jab in his back.
"I won't. Won't try anything, ah, sir." Fraser was
surprised that he
was beginning to perspire. After years of dealing with the criminal
element, this was somehow different. He was alone in the consulate
with an armed man at his back. His voice only wavered slightly
continued, "I'm very sorry, but our valuables are in a
safe. I'm afraid that unless you brought along sufficiently
explosives, you will be unable to open it. We do have a quite
portrait of the Queen in the foyer..." As Fraser babbled
on about the
Consulate's valuables, he gathered information. The man had
very quietly, and he seemed to be light on his feet, in contrast
the stiff way many criminals moved. In the dark glass of the
computer monitor, Fraser could catch warped glimpses of slicked
hair, an angular face and a slim build.
"I don't want any damn picture of the queen."
Before Fraser could think of an adequate reply, the intruder
on. "Still, there's gotta be something here that would
worthwhile. Something I would want." The voice was
but Fraser could sense a trace of amusement, and something more.
knew he was flushing, surely the man couldn't mean...
"Against the wall."
Fraser was too startled to obey at first, then at the jab above
kidneys; he stepped forward until his nose was less than a foot
"Put this on, over your eyes." A strip of black cloth
was thrust at
him. It was silky and opaque. Carefully, without making any
moves that might provoke the burglar, Fraser knotted the blindfold
behind his head. He breathed deeply, both to calm his nerves
try to catch a scent. The man smelled of new leather and old
clothes, cheap and washed in some strong detergent. The smell
reminiscent of a church thrift store Fraser knew. But underneath
detergent was something else, familiar but he had no idea what.
was distracted when the burglar spoke again.
"Now, keep those hands up where I can see 'em." Fraser
again obeyed, feeling his knees grow increasingly unsteady.
"Hands together, above your head." Again, the Mountie
did as ordered and the intruder deftly clicked on a set of handcuffs
with one gloved hand while the other held the gun to his back.
As the man leaned in to fasten the cuffs, Fraser breathed deeply
again, trying to identify the familiar scent. He got it, all
of it, in a rush of recognition. The unique
combination of coffee, chocolate, and pizza with pineapple.
A gloved hand thrust his cuffed wrists to the wall; he found
to keep his balance. He smelled the new leather of the gloves
combination of scents new and familiar was overwhelmingly arousing.
He heard and felt the man step back but knew the weapon would
be pointed at him.
"Now that's a nice view." The voice was still low,
but now definitely
amused, and aroused. "They do know how to make them in
Canada." A dry chuckle, then warmth as the man leaned in,
pressing a strong, lean body against him. Fraser felt breath
hot on his neck. " I think I
see something I want after all."
As the intruder's gloved hands skimmed down his sides, Fraser
the weapon must have been set aside. This would be the time
his move, if only he weren't so distracted. He felt the other
man's hands on his abdomen. With a rough tug his Henley was
untucked. The questing hands reached underneath, and Fraser
already damp skin get hotter. He gasped as those warm leather
covered fingers found his nipples and pinched and rubbed. The
leather was soft; he could feel the seams and the miniscule
holes and warm, strong flesh inside the gloves.
"You like that, do you?" Fraser could hear the smirk,
but could only
reply with a moan as those fingers kept pinching and teasing.
Obviously his assailant was aroused as well. He felt the other
erection pressing against his backside through their clothes.
he felt the sting of teeth on his neck, little bites that would
marks. Marks that he hoped would be hidden by his collar tomorrow.
The hands moved lower, making him shiver as they lightly caressed
his ribs and stomach. Then those fingers began working at the
"Think you'll like this even more, Constable."
The sarcasm was
thick as the burglar used his proper title.
Fraser fought not to buck his hips into the touch, but whether
hide his arousal or not to interfere with the undressing, he
The air felt cool on his damp skin as the burglar pulled down
uniform pants and boxers together, letting them puddle around
booted feet. A single finger traced the curve of his buttocks,
Fraser felt his skin prickle into gooseflesh.
"Very nice. I'm sure you'll make it worth my while, won't
hands were on Fraser's hips. "And I think I'll make it
too." Fraser sucked in his breath as the man's right hand
embarrassingly hard cock. "Nice," the man whispered
ear, "nice hard Mountie cock all for me. Thank you, Constable."
Fraser fought to keep his balance. It was difficult with his
bound, his ankles trapped in his trousers, and that leather
gripping at him, jerking him hard. If the man's left hand hadn't
held his hip, he would have fallen over, he felt sure.
Hand on his cock. Hand on his hip. Where was the gun? The hot
haze in his brain was so overpowering, it didn't seem to matter.
The fingers kept squeezing and stroking, and the moisture from
Fraser's weeping erection made the movements glide easier. The
grasp was hot, hard, and increasingly slippery.
The touch alone was nearly unbearable, and then Fraser heard
voice whispering in his ear.
He heard husky snatches of sentences, all of them terribly obscene,
terribly crude, and terribly, terribly hot. Fraser thought of
at home in bed with Ray, the whispered endearments, the sweet
words, the absolute contrast between that and...
"Gonna make you come for me, gonna make you beg for it."
"Yesss," was the one word Fraser managed to get through
his clenched teeth.
"You like it, my hand fucking your big, hard cock. Show
me how much."
The sensation of the leather against his skin, the rough strokes...
Fraser was close, so close. He pushed into the hand, demonstrating
how much he needed release.
The hand stopped moving, and the grip loosened. Fraser was surprised
at his needy moan.
"You want more?" The voice was rough, teasing.
"Ask nicely, I thought you were all supposed to be polite."
"Please what, Constable?"
"Please... your hand... I need..." Fraser felt his
skin go redder, now
flushing with desire and embarrassment.
"Need what? You want my hand where?" One of his assailant's
traced along his thigh, but no closer.
"On my cock, please. " Fraser was surprised that he
could say it, and
even more surprised how good it felt to say it. Liberating.
Hot. "Please, I need..."
And Fraser couldn't finish because that hand was back on his
jerking him closer to orgasm. He felt the other man lean harder
his back, nearly forcing him into the wall, as he felt the other
leather-clad hand move to caress his balls. The squeezing, stroking,
and pulling were overwhelming. Somehow, he remained standing,
pleasure coursing through him, dulling the pain and pressure
hands and wrists.
"That's right. Show me you want it. Come for me, Mountie,
I want to
feel you come for me." It was a command. Again, Fraser
but to obey his cock spasming in the leather grasp, filling
hand with sticky wetness.
As Fraser fought to control his breathing, he felt that hand
away from his spent penis to caress between his buttocks. His
dropped back against the intruder's shoulder and he gasped softly
he realized this was not over.
Of course not. The other man would want release, too and it
becoming obvious how he was going to get it. Fraser heard a
of fabric, then the familiar pop of a plastic bottle top. Then
the soft sound of wet flesh on flesh as the burglar slicked
A moment later, his guess was confirmed. He felt a hot, slick
against his opening, a thrust, and then he was being filled.
This time it was the other man who gasped. "So fucking
tight, oh, fuck yes, oh..."
Fraser managed a strangled moan in reply. With his eyes still
covered, it seemed all his other senses were stronger. The smell
musk and sex. The moans and words. And the unbelievable feeling
being filled, being taken. It had never been like this. So hard
primal, so good.
"Harder." He was surprised to hear himself say it,
and apparently so
was the other man since his rhythm faltered slightly. Fraser
himself a smile at that.
"Harder, please," And this time the other man obeyed.
harder into Fraser, hitting that sweet spot with each powerful
stroke. They moaned together and Fraser felt himself getting
"Oh, yeah. Wanna make you come again while I'm fucking
yeah, feels so good, come on, come with me this time, come on".
hand went back to Fraser's rapidly filling cock. The touch was
gentler this time, but combined with the other sensations it
getting to be too much.
"Yes, oh, please..."
"That's it, come on, come on..." Fraser felt the other
man jerk and
swell inside him, and then he, too came in a rush.
"Oh, yeah, so fucking good." The intruder sighed and
collapsed behind him, dropping little kisses on his neck.
Fraser was in a daze. Never had he felt anything like this.
and intense. Strange and... wonderful. He was so far from normal;
almost didn't feel the cuffs being removed, or the blindfold
untied. He sank gratefully back and was wrapped in his lover's
arms. He felt long fingers, now bare, caress him, and the bites
his neck became soft kisses and nuzzles.
"Mmmm. You liked that more than I thought."
"More than I thought, too," Fraser replied. He blushed.
"After all that, I can still make you blush?" Ray
"Evidently so." Fraser turned to face him, and their
lips met in a
As the kiss ended, Fraser glanced at his desk and saw- a beer
"What were you going to do with that?" Fraser hoped
he didn't sound
"I did- the, um, 'gun.' You should've known I wasn't going
to use a
real- I mean, it's not safe even if it's not loaded," Ray
Fraser smiled. He should've thought about that before. Ray would
never do anything that could possibly harm him. "Ah, I
looked at the label. Moosehead. "At least it's Canadian
Ray recovered rapidly and winked at him, "I wouldn't use
beer, Frase. Worked like a charm, though. Let's get you cleaned
and go home. I've had enough B&E for one night."
"For one night?" Fraser raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, besides, maybe next time you can, uh, car jack me,
if you get
Fraser licked his lips. "I'll keep that in mind."
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