WIP (due South)

[butterfly]

So, apparently Wilby Wonderful is being released in Canada on October 1st. I've been trying to convince myself that visiting to Canada to see a movie is silly. But... it has Paul Gross and Callum Keith Rennie. And CKR plays a gay character!

*whimpers*

Anyway, in theory, this was written for ds_flashfiction's 'sex in public challenge' (my first entry since near the beginning). Except they ended up not having sex, because Vecchio hijacked the thing. Well, maybe my next try will get to sex.

This isn't done. I just felt like posting this bit because... I felt like posting it. But it'll be going in my WIP memories, not my fanfic memories.

Title: Untitled as of yet
Summary: Post-Call of the Wild.
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski (established)
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I'm not making any money off of them.


"Yeah," Ray said as he opened his phone. His eyes were trained on Welsh's office -- Vecchio seemed to be visiting from his retirement in Florida and had been in with the Lieu for way too long.

"Good morning, Ray," Benton's voice slid out of the line and straight down into Ray's cock, low and needy. Ray coughed, sat down behind his desk, and found it real easy to look away from Vecchio and Welsh. He glanced around, trying to see if anyone had spotted his really obvious freak-out. Luckily, for a bunch of trained observers, they were all too busy watching Welsh's office to pay attention. Ray debated about telling Fraser the new development, and then his libido grabbed him by the throat and told him that the news could wait for when the sex-voice wasn't being used.

Mama Kowalski didn't raise no fool.

"For another twenty minutes. You up for lunch soon?" Ray asked, affecting a casual tone for the masses. The masses that were still trying not to look like they were staring at Vecchio and Welsh.

Benton hummed an affirmative, which was really fucking unfair, because now Ray was incredibly hard and he still had to walk out of here.

"Where..." Ray stopped when his voice broke. "Where were you thinking?"

"I'm at the apartment." Benton said, which was nice, that was great. "But I was thinking we could meet in the park."

There was more than one park in Chicago, but there was only one 'the park' in Chicago for them. And any day when Benton Fraser was in the mood for sex in public was a good day, even when there was an unexpected Vecchio running loose.

Just as Ray was leaving, he heard a rise in the noise level -- Vecchio was out of the office, then, and people were trying to pretend that they'd been working all along.

He was pushing the door open when he heard Welsh's voice.

"Kowalski, I need you in here."

Fuck. He half-turned, seeing Vecchio right next to Welsh. Fuck. "Was just going to lunch, sir."

"Fraser can wait. Get in here."

Vecchio shot Welsh a surprised look. Whatever. If it bugged Vecchio that Fraser and Ray were still close, that wasn't Ray's fault. Ray waited until he was in the office to talk, and when he did, he spoke to Welsh, ignoring Vecchio. "I said I'd be there in twenty minutes."

"I don't need to know about your personal life, Kowalski," Welsh grumped, but he was almost smiling.

"Neither of us do," Vecchio interrupted.

"Sir?" Ray asked Welsh.

"The former Detective Vecchio wants to be Detective Vecchio again," Welsh explained. "Apparently, there are too many old people in Florida."

"Got bored?" Ray asked, glancing over at Vecchio. "Missing the thrill of the chase?"

"Bowling didn't work out so well," Vecchio said, shrugging.

"Huh. That's nice. Why do I need to know about all this?" Ray asked Welsh plaintively.

"I'm a cruel man who'll find joy out of partnering you two." Welsh said, completely dead-pan.

"That's what I was figuring, sir." Ray said, while Vecchio did an actual double-take. Sheesh, a guy would think Vecchio'd never heard the Lieu joke around.

"Plus, it kills two birds with one stone."

"Easier to keep track of Fraser if the Rays are together?" Ray said, the metaphorical lightbulb going on.

"You see my reasoning. And since you're going to see Constable Fraser now, Detective Vecchio can just go along with you." Welsh said, apparently not understanding that that was not an option, here.

Ray shot Welsh a look that promised a thousand retributions. "That's, uh, not the best idea, sir."

"Why not? It's obviously not a secret that you two are eating lunch together." Vecchio interjected.

"Fraser isn't expecting you." Ray turned to Lieutenant Welsh. "He's not expecting Vecchio."

"Benny doesn't need to be expecting me to be happy to see me," Vecchio said. "Benny's always happy to see me."

"You heard the man. He and Constable Fraser have a lot of catching up to do." Welsh said, trying to look innocent and only managing to look constipated.

Sometimes, life really sucked. He couldn't explain why he didn't want Vecchio to come with explaining about him and Fraser and Fraser'd wanted to do that and... Lieutenant Welsh was an evil, evil man.

Ray sighed, giving in. "Fine, but you have to let me prepare him. We're not having any weird shocked reunions this time around."

"Whatever floats your boat, Stanley." Vecchio said easily. Ray shot him a look of pure hate. "Just tell me the place."

And the day'd started out so good.

~fade to black~