Ficlet: Shit-Fuck in the Morning [1/1] Fraser/Ray K [Due South]

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Title: Shit-Fuck in the Morning
Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: Due South
Pairing: Fraser/Ray K
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Stakeout.

Dis: Not mine. Made it up.

Author's Notes: I wrote this for zen_of_punk when she professed boredom in her lj. I'm posting it here because random comment ficlets need to be shared.



Shit-Fuck in the Morning
By Perpetual Motion

"Ray. Ray. Ray."

"What the hell?" Ray's head shot up, and he glared blearily at Fraser. "*What*?"

"You were sleeping, Ray."

"Was not."

"You were."

"Was not!"

"You were, in fact, asleep. For approximately," Fraser checked his watch, "six minutes."

"I *wasn't* sleepin', Frase. I was *restin'* my eyes." Ray rubbed the eyes in question and squinted down the street. "Any sign?"

"It's been very quiet, Ray." Fraser shifted in his seat and gave Ray a sidelong glance. "Have you been getting adequate rest, Ray?"

"I wasn't sleepin', Frase."

"I wasn't implying you were, Ray. I was just curious as to your sleeping habits as of late."

"Frase, English. It's shit-fuck in the morning."

"Language, Ray."

Ray spared Fraser a glance, then looked behind him at Diefenbaker. "Hey, Deif, is it shit-fuck in the morning?" Dief barked. "See."

Fraser looked between Ray and Diefenbaker, obviously unsure which one to lecture first. He settled on Diefenbaker. "You really shouldn't encourage his bad habits." Dief growled. "Yes, I know you feel loyalty because he feeds you donuts, but still."

Ray rolled his eyes. "Frase, it's shit-fuck in the morning. No one's out. This guy ain't gonna *go* out." Ray sighed and tried to stretch out in his seat. It was a failure. "Distract me."

"I beg your pardon, Ray?"

"Distract me from my boredom. I'm about to crawl out of my skin."

"You're feeling a bit claustrophobic. It's perfectly natural, given that we've been in this car for roughly ten hours." Fraser reached over and put his hand on the back of Ray's neck. "Lean your head forward, please." Ray did as he requested, and Fraser pressed his fingertips into the sides of Ray's neck. Ray made a happy noise. "You are quite tense, Ray."

"Uh-huh." Ray wasn't really listening. He was more concerned with the fingers on his neck and how *nice* they felt.

Fraser dropped his hand a little so that he could work the bottom of Ray's neck. "Have you been sleeping in any odd positions lately, Ray? Your muscles are curiously knotted."

"Hmmm?" Ray leaned his head on the steering wheel and closed his eyes.

"I asked if you had slept in any odd positions that might explain the state of your neck."

"Woke up humpin' a pillow this morning."

Fraser's eyebrows shot up, but his hand never wavered. "Why would you do such a thing, Ray?"

"Smelled like you. And you've been stayin' out lately." Ray turned his head lazily and looked at Fraser. "That ain't nice, Frase. Got used to ya stayin' over."

Fraser felt the flush crawl over his face, and he was surprised to find his mouth dry when he opened it to speak. He cleared his throat and swallowed. "I-ah-I wasn't aware that you'd become so..." he wasn't sure what word to use, "content?"

"Yeah, well, I am. So start stayin' over again, okay?"

"I-ah-of course, Ray." Fraser took a deep breath when Ray looked away from him. "I wasn't aware that I was quite so missed."

"You are. Tonight, after we finish with this goose chase, you and me are gonna have quality time in the bed. Then we're gonna sleep. Got it?"

Fraser nodded and trailed his fingers into Ray's hair. "I have it, Ray."

"Good." Ray sat up straight again and looked at the clock on the dash. "Shit-fuck in the morning."

Fraser shook his head with a smile. "Really, Ray."

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