ds_aprilfools (14) Sex Cures All Ills

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 Title: Sex Cures All Ills (with the possible exception of STDs)
Author: whiterabbit1613
Rating: R (for sexy time)
Fandom/Pairing: Due South; Fraser/RayK
Prompt: ds_aprilfools (14) down and dirty
Summary: Ray and Fraser have a bad day, which then turns into a comparatively better day.

     They ended up in the bathtub together after one of the harder days Ray had ever had to endure. And Ray meant 'hard' in every sense of the word.
     It started with the whole Fraser-fellating-a-banana incident, which really didn't bear explaining, but suffice it to say left Ray with a sizeable hard-on for most of the morning. Which, of course, made a nuisance of itself whenever possible, and got aggravated over the course of specific activities, including but not limited to sitting, standing, and kneeling.
     (Ray had dragged Fraser's pants down in the records office, where they were ostensibly looking for the Hertz file, and blown him into the next week. Fraser was on the verge of returning the favor when his keen ears picked up the sound of Frannie's footsteps over the joyful, needy panting that Ray had been reduced to. Ray's knees had not thanked him for that particular escapade.)
     Things only devolved from there. By two p.m., when they finally got a chance to stop for lunch, Ray had already participated in three foot chases, crashed a cruiser, insulted an old Polish grandmother, and fallen off a building into a puddle of mud. It was the fight with the grandmother, not the fall, that had resulted in Ray spraining two fingers; Fraser had produced a finger splint from god-knows-where, and administered some first aid that involved his mouth and was probably illegal in 40 or so states and most of the provinces of Canada.
     After the disgustingly greasy fast food, they headed back to the precinct to finish up some paperwork. The forms Ray had to file for crashing a cruiser were a bitch, even for Fraser, who was widely acknowledged to be the king of filing paperwork. They didn't manage to escape the building until sometime after seven, by which point Ray was livid with red-tape-related rage, and Fraser had actually sustained a paper cut, delivered by a particularly reticent manila folder which he had been trying to label.
     But it was over, and they were home, and, yes, Ray had a bathtub, but it barely held one, let alone two, fully grown men, so they were squished together, face to face, Ray's long legs wrapped tightly around Fraser's back, their cocks jutting up between them like chaperones, flushed and damp from the heat of the water.
     "I had a really bad day," Ray gasped as an experimental thrust sent shivers up his spine.
     Fraser smiled. A drop of sweat trickled down his neck. "I know."

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