From: LaToot@aol.com

The sexiest moments discussion on the Other List and Elamae's SLiR musings reminded me that I had this. Some of you have read it before, so sorry for that, but ... I *love* that half-and-half Fraser in the Riv's back seat. I think Kowalski would, too. This is an AU in which the events of Some Like It Red take place some time during Season 3, after the events of Easy Money. I
think Kowalski could easily be Catholic like Vecchio, so yes, he and Fraser could have assisted Sr. Mary Margaret or whatever her name is at the St. Illuminata School for Girls.

Disclaimers: Alliance owns them, blah, blah, blahdiddy blah blah. They come over to my crib to play all the time, so Alliance can kiss my ass. Rated NC-17 for smut (I know, you're shocked) involving pretty (*very* pretty) boys doing things to other boys. Un-betaed, so all mistakes are mine.

Summary: Ray sees a new side of Fraser.

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Red: Take Two
by LaT

Ray turns on the bathroom light while simultaneously shrugging off his leather jacket and vest. It's been a long day and he's pretty tightly wound. From the fight in what was apparently Al Capone's *real* vault. From the hot-as-shit tango he and Fraser perpetrated at the dance. From remembering what Fraser looked like in the back seat of the GTO as he changed from Ms. Fraser to Constable Fraser, RCMP.

Fraser. Suspended in some strange halfway point in Genderworld, hanging -- tantalizingly -- between surprisingly attractive woman and ridiculously attractive man.

Ray isn't exactly sure what he thinks is sexier -- Fraser half-naked in the back seat except for the elegantly applied make-up, or Fraser + make-up + that riot-red serge. He slips out of the shoulder holster and turns on the shower just as he realizes his cock liked it either way.

He strips quickly, long fingers pausing to tweak first one, then the other nipple as the tee-shirt falls to the floor, rapidly followed by the rest of his clothes. Ray can't help but smile as he thinks how Fraser would react to the revelation that the sight of him in make-up turns Ray on immensely. //You know what I did last night, Frase? Spent most of it beatin' off to the thought of you partly in drag. Want some coffee?// He laughs out loud as the not-quite-hot-enough-to-hurt stream of water cascades over and flattens formerly spiky blond hair.

He leans against the wall so the front of his body can still get wet, slides both hands over a torso made lean from genetics, before curling one set of graceful fingers around his cock and the other around his balls.

How to do this? How to do it? Ray isn't sure which image he wants first. He lazily strokes up and down the shaft while testing to see which version of the genderbending Mountie makes for the best instigation of sheer, unadulterated pleasure.

Full-on Ms. Fraser, and the feel of //him?// her in his arms causes a rippling twitch and Ray's hips rock a little. It had surprised and scared him how comfortable holding Fraser like that felt. How easy. And Ms. Fraser *was* pretty. *Very* pretty. Nice, yes, that image was nice, but it seemed to him that something else might be even hotter.

Something else is hotter because when Ray thinks about how Fraser looked while changing in the GTO -- sans wig and the thick, cold-coffee colored hair mussed and sticking up, make-up defining those already gorgeously defined features even more, and naked as the fucking day he was born -- his dick and his hips shudder convulsively, and a long, husky moan slipps through clenched
teeth.

The mesmerizing half-and-half it is then. Masculine and feminine, anima and animus and Ray wonders, briefly, if Fraser would do it all again if he asked.

The hand on his cock tightens reflexively as it moves up and down, while the one on his balls works in a vaguely circular motion, squeezing every once in a while, tugging, cupping, stroking. Fraser's in the back seat of the GTO just looking at him, the barest, ghostliest hint of a smile turning the sinful and red, red lips upward. What *was* that red? //It looked like a shade Stella used to wear when she was feeling really fierce.// Fraser could probably tell him and Ray was amused when he realized that whatever it was, it *matched* the serge.

/Why are you still in the front seat, Ray?/ Both a question *and* a dare, and as Ray gives the water-soaked head of his dick an almost vicious palm twist, he joins Fraser in the back seat.

Fraser is really smiling now, wicked and taunting, and he strokes himself casually before advising Ray, /You're wearing entirely too much clothing./ Leave it to Fraser to state the obvious, Ray thinks, as he rhythmically presses a thumb to that spot right where his balls and cock connect. He feels the calluses at the base of his middle and ring fingers scrape the sensitive undervein of the shaft, imagines that the sweet pressure is caused instead by the pad of Fraser's thumb.

In the GTO's back seat Ray is now as naked as Fraser and he's suddenly covered head to toe in good-smelling, good-looking Mountie. /I caught you watching me, Ray. Did you like what you saw?/ As Fraser says this, his hand curls firmly around Ray, the pulling both gentle and rough somehow, and Ray's hand in the shower speeds up just a bit, because Fraser never, *ever* wastes time.

//Oh yeah, Fraser, I *liked*//, Ray thinks as he wraps his other hand around the base, gathers his balls in close, and his hips *really* start to move.

Fraser ducks in close for a kiss, the tip of his tongue sneaking out to push against the tip of Ray's. He tastes as good as he smells and he slides his tongue in all the way. Ray moans out loud in the GTO and the shower. The only difference really is that in the GTO Fraser swallows this joyful noise whole. The scrape of tongue along the back of teeth, across the roof of mouth and all Ray can think in either place is //Fuck me.//

His hand moves much faster on his cock now, friction made easier by the shower's warm, soothing spray. Back in the car and Fraser's kissing his way down Ray's body, leaving faints hints of color //What *is* it? *Jungle* Red?// like bruises in his wake, marking territory in an exciting new way. All Ray can think is that any second that hot, red mouth is going to close around his cock, and it's all he can do not to come before Fraser *gets* *there*.

The sleek, dark head lifts one last time before the final descent. Fraser looks better in make-up than almost every woman Ray's ever met, his pretty smile is just *dripping* sex, and Ray knows, *knows* that Fraser just needs to suck a little and he'll give it up.

A slow, slicking drag of tongue the full length of the shaft corresponds to the rocking of Ray's hips as he fucks his own fist. So close, he's so *goddamn* close and all it takes is that mouth eating him alive, those redder-than-red lips swallowing to the root until they practically *kiss* the soft, blond curls. Ray doesn't have time to think about how Fraser isn't choking because his hips are jerking, his cock is jerking, his shout bounces off every wall in the bathroom, and he slides bonelessly down until he's actually *sitting* in the tub.

A trail of semen dots the shower door and Ray is *still* coming even though the hand on his cock has slowed. It's a good thing he sat down because any longer and he would have fallen he's that *dizzy* from it. Some time later, Ray is aware the water's gotten cooler and he gets to his feet carefully, cleans himself quickly before it gets too cold. As he dries himself off, he makes a mental note to ask Fraser just what shade of red that lipstick was.

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