Title: A Ride in the Riv
Author: A. Kite ( Akite68163@aol.com )
Pairing: Vecchio/Kowalski (Ray/Ray)
Rating: NC-17
Warning: This is a Teen!Rays story both characters in this story are seventeen years old and as such may be considered by some to be underage slash. If that might offend you, please, read no further.
Disclaimer: Due South belongs to Alliance/Atlantis. No copyright infringement is intended and no money is being made from this story.
Archiving: Permission given to my web page only at this time: www.oocities.org/a_kite_fic/
Notes: This story was inspired by snippets by cmshaw and Thermidor posted in their Live Journals. Thanks to Thermidor for the beta, the encouragement and permission to borrow the expression, pretty boy and several other elements that she created.
Feedback and constructive criticism are always welcome and always answered. Flames will be ignored.
A. Kite (March 2003)
Ray Kowalski leaned sideways against the lockers just outside the boy's restroom. It was his strategic spot for girl watching. In fact, he was getting an eyeful of Stella Myers' underwear as she bent down and her short skirt hiked up. Then Vecchio came along. He grabbed Kowalski by the arm and pulled him into the restroom.
"What's up, Vecchio?"
Ray pushed the Kowalski against the door and rubbed his crotch against the other boy's thigh. "Me. That's what's up."
Kowalski pushed Vecchio back and checked quickly to make sure they were alone. No one at the urinal or in the stalls - good. "What the hell can we do about it now, wise guy? The bell's going to ring any minute."
The bell sounded just then. They had five minutes to get to their first class.
"Damn!" Vecchio cursed. He pulled a set of keys out of his pocket and dangled them in front of Ray's eyes. "Wanna take a ride with me after school?"
"You got the Riv? How'd you manage that?"
Vecchio didn't answer. Nobody needed to know that he got the car because his dad got his license suspended for DWI. Again. He winked at Kowalski and said, "Who the hell cares? You wanna come or not?"
"Hell, yeah, I wanna come. Let's do it." It wasn't like he had anything else to do after school. The folks were working overtime this week and wouldn't be home until late anyway.
"Cool. Meet me in the parking lot at 3."
They pushed out of the bathroom and got to their respective classes seconds before the tardy bell rang.
Three o'clock couldn't come soon enough for Ray Kowalski. He halfway thought of ditching his last class of the day and waiting in the parking lot. He was that horny, and Stella sure wasn't putting out. Ray wasn't sure just what he wanted to do with Vecchio, but he was up for just about anything, literally. So up for it, he used his lunch period for a date with Rosie Palm and her five sisters - locked in a stall in the same restroom they'd been in that morning.
Time crawled for Ray Vecchio too. He didn't know where he could take Kowalski. They lived in Chicago for Christ sake. It wasn't like he could drive out to the country. Not and get back before midnight, and if he was out that late his mom would skin him. Between watching the clock and trying to come up with a place they could go, Ray didn't get much out of school that day.
Finally, finally the dismissal bell rang. Even coming from opposite directions, they both got to the car at the same time. They tossed their books into the back floorboard. It wasn't like they were going to do homework tonight anyway. Vecchio burned rubber getting out of the parking lot.
First things first, though - both boys were starved. They fueled up with burgers and fries at the Rainbow Drive-in. It was just getting dark when the waitress took the tray off the window. Vecchio turned to Kowalski and asked, "Where to, pretty boy?"
Hell, they couldn't exactly go where the other couples parked, but Ray figured Kowalski would know where to go and not get caught. They passed a joint between them as Kowalski directed them to a shabby industrial area. Lots of abandoned warehouses and nooks to park the car and not be seen from the street.
Pot was supposed to mellow a guy out, but Ray was jumpy by the time he turned the key shutting off the car's engine. They sat for a few minutes staring out the windshield at nothing. He was kind of scared to make the first move; wanting more than a hand job or rubbing off in their clothes, but not knowing how to ask. Vecchio took a deep breath and turned toward Kowalski at the exact same time Kowalski was turning to him. The kiss was awkward, but oh, so hot, and it got them past it.
"Backseat, pretty boy?"
"Yeah."
They got out of the car and into the back. Another kiss, two.
"Come on, Vecchio. Lose the clothes," Ray panted as he lifted his t-shirt over his head.
Vecchio didn't argue. He fumbled out of his clothes. Kowalski was all the way naked too and moving toward him. "We gotta be careful. No funny stains on the upholstery. Frannie rides back here," Ray cautioned.
"I got an idea for that," Kowalski replied. Shit, he was scared, but he wanted it. If Vecchio punched him, then that's the way it goes sometimes. Stella had slapped him enough for overstepping.
Vecchio didn't have a clue to what Ray meant until he was stretched out on the seat and saw Kowalski's head at his crotch. He felt the hot wetness of Ray's mouth on his dick. Damn! He humped up into it and Kowalski choked and sputtered, "Lay still, shithead. This ain't as easy as it looks."
But oh, oh, it felt so good. Vecchio tried to stay still, but jeez it was hard. His dick wanted all the way in and he was gonna come. He felt a finger down there somewhere. No, no, he tried to protest, but all that came out of his mouth was a jumble of noises. He wasn't no booty bandit - no fag, but oh sweet Jesus, he was coming. Right now. No time to warn Kowalski. He just groaned and let it go.
Bad, bad idea. Ray Kowalski lurched over the seat to grab his coke. He managed to swallow most of it, but yuck! Worth it though. He'd put his finger in Vecchio's ass and made him come. The triumph didn't last long.
Vecchio grabbed Ray, hauled him back into the seat and pushed him down. "What's the hell was that, Stanley?"
"It's called a blowjob, stupid. Don't you know anything?"
"Not that. Not that. The other. Why'd you have to do that for?"
Kowalski grinned at him and shrugged. "Felt good didn't it?"
Fuck, it had. Not much reason to lie about it now. "Yeah, ok, but don't do it again."
Kowalski nodded. Sure, what the hell? "Hey, how about me? Your turn now. Get me off." Vecchio stared at him for a minute. "What you chicken? Afraid if you suck some cock you'll turn queer?"
That's exactly what Ray was afraid of, but he didn't say that. He had to do it now. Even Steven and all that. So he had Kowalski lie on the seat, and he went down. Ok, not so bad. Kind of salty, kind of bitter, but at least Stanley didn't buck like he did. In the interest of fairness, Ray got his finger wet and slid it down under Kowalski's balls. The little pervert liked it too. Pushed his butt down trying to get it in further. Then he was coming and Ray was trying to swallow it all - and someone was rapping on the window.
Fuck! A cop was tapping the window with his flashlight. At least they'd thrown the roach out the window. They were caught - busted and buck naked. Ray thought being caught necking by Annie McCrae's dad was bad, but this, this, oh man! No way to cover this up. Ray opened the door.
"Out! Out of the car!" the cop yelled. Then he got a look at them.
His eyes widened, "Oh, jeez. Back. Get your clothes on and then let me see some ID."
Both Ray's scrambled into their pants, not taking time to hunt for their jockeys. They got their wallets out, opened the door and got out. They stood shivering and goose pimpled in the cool night air.
The patrolman looked at their driver's licenses and shook his head. They didn't look old enough to cross the street alone, much less drive a car or be doing what they'd been doing in that backseat. "Ok, you lovebirds, you got booze in that car?" Both boys violently shook their heads no. He shined his flashlight around the interior but didn't see any. "All right then. Get in that car and get the hell out of here. My partner's going to be here any minute, and he's not as - uh - broadminded as I am."
They didn't have to be told twice. They scrambled in and grabbed their shirts and shoes as the cop walked away talking into his radio. "Yeah, this is Welsh. False alarm. No vandals or burglars back here. See you out front in a minute."
Vecchio eased the car back out onto the street and at the first red light reached over and smacked Kowalski up side the head. "Nice going, Stanley."
"Fuck you, Vecchio."
"Yeah, you wish." They both cracked up laughing then, mostly from relief and drove on home.