Getting You Home by A Kite

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Title: Getting You Home
For: Prudence Dearly
Pairing/Characters: Ray/Ray
Warnings: NC-17, most certainly
Vidder's/Author's/Artist's Notes: I want to thank Mergatrude for being my beta reader. The title comes from the song of the same name by Chris Young, as do certain allusions in the story, though I don't really classify this as songfic. Prudence, I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it.

Getting You Home

 

We'd been planning this night out for a while. Kowalski and I had been busting our butts for a couple of months, and it was my birthday. I took a taxi over to the restaurant where we'd planned to meet. A new place we'd seen when we were driving around on cases. Italian, of course, though, we both knew it couldn't compare to Ma's cooking.

 

I walked in and the maitre'd hurried over. I said Kowalski's name, and he said, "This way, sir." We walked around a corner and there he was. I could see he'd already ordered a bottle of red wine, Bisol Prosecco, if I wasn't mistaken, and I wasn't. He finally looked around and saw me. The look on his face, it was like seeing me walk in was the best thing that'd ever happened to him. I could see what Stella had meant when she said leaving him was the hardest thing she ever did because the way Kowalski always looked at her, just the way he was looking at me now.

 

He looked good too. Not that his usual scruffy appearance wasn't appealing, but the man cleaned up really good when he put some effort into it. He was wearing a black suit that fit him like a glove. His hair was spiked just so, not too flat, but not all Don King either. It made me want forget all about dinner and get him home.

 

I wasn't done up too shabbily myself, judging from the way Kowalski was looking at me. I sat down, and the maitre'd snapped his fingers for our waiter. I'd never seen that done outside of a movie, not even in Vegas. If I hadn't felt important before, I sure did now.

 

Menus were placed before us, but I didn't need one. I already knew what I wanted. The waiter poured us wine and left us to pursue the selections. "Hey," I said, "you look great."

 

Kowalski smiled, just a little bit shy, and looked down. Our hands met under the tablecloth. I jumped a little when his forefinger started tracing my palm. Couldn't believe it for a second. He was drawing hearts with his finger right there on my hand. God, what a sap.

 

He leaned over and like he was reading my mind said, "How about I go find that waiter and pay for this wine and let's get out of here?"

 

The image of that black suit coat hitting the floor as soon as we walked into the front door of our apartment took over my brain. I had to clear my throat before I could croak out, "Yeah sounds good."

 

We broke land speed records getting home; let me tell you. I was thankful my brothers in blue were off doing something besides trying to catch speeders that night, and for once I didn't utter a peep about Kowalski's driving. As soon as we got in I backed him against the front door and unbuttoned his jacket as I kissed him real slow. When I pulled back, Kowalski shrugged his shoulders and swoosh! The jacket hit the floor. In fact, we made quite a trail of discarded clothing from the front door to the bedroom. I didn't give a single thought to wrinkling my suit. Armani, who?

 

There are only two places I show any athleticism, and this wasn't a basketball court. Kowalski was still hopping on one foot trying to get his last sock off when I tackled him to the bed. I couldn't wait one second more.  He let out a muffled oomph as he hit the mattress with me on top of him.

 

I didn't apologize; I was too busy feeling. Feeling everything. The way his mostly smooth chest felt against my hairy one. How delicate the shell of his ear felt against my lips. The way he groaned and how his hips surged up off the bed as his hardening dick pressed against mine.

 

I lifted up to shift and take my full weight off Kowalski, but he said, "Don't." He did this shimmy underneath me, and my cock wasn't lined up with his anymore. It was under his balls pushed against his asshole. As if I didn't get the message from that, he said, "Come on, Ray, fuck me."

 

I think he was trying to set a land speed record on coming too, and normally I have no problem with that. But that night I wanted, and I know this sounds really sappy, but I wanted to make love to him. Not just wham, bam, thank you, Sam and let's go to sleep. "Shhhh, not yet, not yet. Let's enjoy the anticipation for a while."

 

He made a face. "Fuck anticipation, make me come."

 

"Come on, baby, it's my birthday, and you're my present," I tried in my best sexy voice. We both cracked up. So much for my sexy voice, but it worked. Kowalski loosened the grip his thighs had on my dick. I moved over to the side, up on one elbow so I could touch him anywhere I wanted.

 

I started with a kiss. Kowalski pulled my tongue into his mouth and sucked on it. Usually that makes me crazy and almost guarantees that I encourage him to suck on something else, but he didn't get anything other than me doing the same thing to him. It makes him crazy too. I was having a ball, using my mouth and my hands everywhere but where he wanted them. Then bingo! He hit the point of saturation.

 

Next thing I know, I'm flat on my back with him over me. "You like teasing, do you?" he asked. I figured it for one of them rhetorical questions because he damn well knew the answer to that one. He pushed my legs back, and oh, fuck. I don't like to think about rimming too much when I'm not actively doing it or having it done, but Mother of God it feels good. Or it does when somebody's not teasing the hell out of you instead of using that tongue to fuck you.

 

"Damn it, Ray, do something. You're killing me." I reached down to jack myself, but he grabbed my hand and pushed it away. After he teased me a few more minutes, Kowalski lowered my legs and reached over my head to get the lube from where we keep it in the headboard. I thought he was going to do me, but he reached back and put his fingers in his own ass. I had to grab myself again to keep from coming just watching him. He growled, "Cut it out, Vecchio. Don't waste it."

 

"Screw you, Kowalski."

 

He barked a laugh and said, "Thank you kindly. I think I will."

 

He climbed up and positioned himself. Took a firm hold on my cock and slowly sank down on it. I had to grit my teeth not to come. He moved slow, slow, up and down until I caught him around the waist and pulled him down hard. I moved him in the rhythm I wanted, but it must have been good for him too because he came all over me. A couple of more good slams into his ass, and I came too.

 

He lay on my chest recovering until my dick slipped out of him. He rolled off me and snuggled down by my side. I knew I should get up, get wet cloth and clean us up, but I couldn't move. To hell with it, I thought. Like Kowalski cared if we woke up sticky. I snuggled down with him. I was drifting off to sleep when I heard Kowalski whisper, "Happy Birthday, Ray."

 

I sighed and answered, "Thanks, Ray. It was perfect."

 

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8 Comments

"Thanks, Ray. It was perfect."
Thanks, Santa. It was perfect.

I am SOOO in love with this. Thank you so much!!! It's near midnight on Christmas Day, and I spent most of the day squirming to get home and unwrap my shiny, shiny dSSS present, and I am SO pleased with it!!!

He was wearing a black suit that fit him like a glove
Mmmmm. I know the one you mean. It put me right in the mood :)

Kowalski smiled, just a little bit shy, and looked down. Our hands met under the tablecloth. I jumped a little when his forefinger started tracing my palm. Couldn't believe it for a second. He was drawing hearts with his finger right there on my hand. God, what a sap.
Oh my goodness, MELT ME MUCH? I think this is my favourite paragraph :D

I was thankful my brothers in blue were off doing something besides trying to catch speeders that night
Heee!

When I pulled back, Kowalski shrugged his shoulders and swoosh! The jacket hit the floor.
Ooooo, that's an image, right there. I love that, I can see Kowalski's movement, exactly.

Armani, who?
1) Heee! 2) Ray, you're so in love!

There are only two places I show any athleticism, and this wasn't a basketball court.
Nice.

I LOVE that Ray tackles Kowalski when he's still trying to get his last sock off. And that they just ordered wine and then ran the hell out of the restaurant. Everyone there knew exactly what they were going home to do, tee-hee :D

How delicate the shell of his ear felt against my lips.
I have a thing about ears. Especially mouths on ears. This. Just. Yes.

"Come on, Ray, fuck me."
Oh yeah, that'll do it too.

"Come on, baby, it's my birthday, and you're my present,"
I love that they're both being kind of sappy, and laughing about it, but still being all cute and in love. And, like, Kowalski's his birthday present. ♥

Thank you so, so much, Seekrit Santa. This is a gorgeous, delicious balance of cute, sappy, loving, laughing, down-and-dirty boys, and it's just a fantastic present. *big, happy sigh* *clutches fic to heart*

*twirls around and around and around* Prudence! I'm so happy that you liked your story. I had started a much longer one and got stuck, you know how that goes. /a\ Anyway, I heard that Getting You Home song on the radio and voila!

Hee. This was great. Both of them such romantics. \o/

Linden Author Profile Page said:

Ah, romantic and naughty at the same time :) These two work so well here as an established relationship.

mamaffy said:

Awesome and it made me happy! :)

"Come on, baby, it's my birthday, and you're my present," I tried in my best sexy voice. We both cracked up. So much for my sexy voice, but it worked.
LOVED this!

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