Title: Home Alone
Author: A. Kite ( akite68163@aol.com )
Pairing: Vecchio/Kowalski
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: http://www.oocities.org/a_kite_fic/
Author's notes: Comments and constructive criticism are always welcome and always answered. Thanks to Thermidor and Bridget for encouragement and to KarenS for the beta.
A. Kite (April 2003)
Ray Vecchio got out of the car. He leaned back in the window and told the driver thanks. Walking up the sidewalk in front of the Kowalski house, he noted the family car was missing from the driveway. Through the darkness he made out the shape of the kick-ass GTO that Ray and Mr. Kowalski were restoring under its cover further back. Light flickered through the front window from the TV set. Ray was home. What remained to be seen was if he was alone or if his brother, Marc was hanging around.
Vecchio took another long pull from the tin of brew, the first of a six pack of tall boys that he'd promoted and planned to share. He needed the bravado it gave him. One more little sip, and it was gone. He shoved the empty into the bag and walked up to the door.
Ray Kowalski slumped on the couch, bare feet defiantly on the coffee table, staring blindly at the movie playing on the screen. Friday night and there he sat, bored. Stella was grounded and there wasn't anybody else he was remotely interested in taking out. Ok, to be honest, there wasn't another *girl* he was interested in dating. Ray heard a car pull up out front, but he knew his parents wouldn't be back this early, besides they'd pull in the drive. He left his feet where they were until he heard the knock on the door. He was surprised to see Vecchio standing on the front porch with - hey, hey, what's this? Vecchio pulled a six pack of Miller Lite from the bag under his arm and brandished it.
"Hey, Kowalski. You here by yourself?"
"Hey, Vecchio. Yeah, Marc's spending the night at Joey Sipowich's house, and it's polka night at the KC hall." They both snorted over the thought of polka dancing. Ray didn't ask him what's up. From experience, he could figure that one out. Ray Vecchio was always up. He opened the screen door and let Vecchio in. It was cool, besides he had that itch himself.
"Want one?" Vecchio pulled a beer from its plastic ring and held it out to him.
"Yeah, thanks." He pulled the metal tab off the can, dropped it inside and proceeded to chug about half the contents in one go.
"Hey, didn't you hear that's dangerous?"
Kowalski lowered the beer from his mouth. "What?"
"The tab, you're not supposed to put it in the can like that. You could choke on it, they say."
Ray shrugged his shoulders and went to sit down. He didn't bother to answer. Big deal. They said not to do a lot of stuff only a real dumbass would do.
Vecchio followed him over to the couch and sat down too. He put the beer on the coffee table and took another for himself. He did not, however, drop the tab back through the hole. Kowalski snorted when put the tab down, but Vecchio shrugged it off. Let Stanley think he was a wimp, like it mattered what Kowalski thought anyway? Yeah, it did about some things, but this was small potatoes. Besides he wanted to drink his beer and get a buzz, not worry about swallowing the pull tab.
"Anything good on?"
"Fuck, no. Some old movie and everything else is a rerun. How come you aren't out tonight?"
Ray shrugged. He didn't want to go into it. With Annie and now Irene off limits, there wasn't anybody he wanted to go out with. Maybe that new girl, Angie Paducchi or something, but tonight he wasn't in the mood for girls. He'd already heard about Stella getting grounded, so he knew why Kowalski was at home on a Friday night. For once, it hadn't been Ray's fault. He hadn't told Stella to take Economics and bring home a C on her report card.
"A C, a fucking C, and it's the end of the world," Ray said out loud.
He didn't have to say any more than that. Kowalski knew just what he was talking about and snorted back at him. They both were lucky to get a C in any class, except for Kowalski; he got A's in auto mechanics. Vocational courses, what would those get you except a blue collar for the rest of your life? With Stella Myers, Vecchio didn't see Kowalski being an auto mechanic. No, The Stella would only want a professional man for a husband.
They sat there a few more minutes, not talking, just drinking their beers. Vecchio not talking, Ray knew where that led. Why not? Why the hell not? Kowalski stood up, walked over and shut the TV off.
"Come on, Vecchio. Let's go back to my room. Put on some tunes. This movie is crappy anyway."
They gathered the evidence off the coffee table and headed to the back of the house. Vecchio looked around the small, messy room as Kowalski ushered him in. It was a typical teenaged boy's room. Farrah looked down at them from the poster on wall behind the bed, a small stereo in a cabinet in the corner. Kowalski headed there started looking through his cassettes.
"You got any Bee Gee's?"
"Nah. I got some ABBA, though. That ok?"
"Sure, whatever."
The opening strains of Fernando spilled out from the speakers. Kowalski made a face as he adjusted the volume. "Crappy speakers, I know, but my dad put his foot down. Wouldn't let me get the really bad-ass ones I wanted." The music was loud, not loud enough to get the neighbors complaining, but too loud to really talk. Kowalski used gestures instead. He pointed at Ray's shoes then the bed.
There wasn't any place else to sit in the room. So, Ray put the beer down and sat on the bed. He slipped off his white patent leather loafers. The click of the overhead light going off made Ray jump, and the eerie glow of a black light came on. The bed dipped behind him as Kowalski climbed on the other side. Vecchio turned to see him sitting with his back against the headboard and did the same.
They finished their beer, and Vecchio opened two more. He was definitely getting a buzz. He turned to hand Kowalski his beer and the bed dipped again, sending Ray slipping across the distance between them into direct contact. He started to scoot back, but Kowalski didn't let him.
Kowalski took the cans out of his hands and reached past him to put them back on the nightstand. He reached way past Ray, pushing against him hard. Then pretty boy smirked at his gasp.
"It's a rush, huh?"
It was, but Vecchio didn't answer. Didn't really need to. His dick was doing enough talking for them. It was pressed up against the fly of his slacks and starting to hurt. He reached down to adjust it and brushed Kowalski's too. Ray got kissed for that. Really kissed - mouth open and lots of tongue.
Kowalski broke the kiss with a gasp of his own. "Come on, Vecchio. Let's do it. Let's get it on." He rolled back toward his side of the bed a little and drew his shirt over his head. Ray followed suit. He tossed his shirt to the floor and started on his pants. By the time he got them off Kowalski was kneeling beside him. Their white jockey shorts glowing weirdly in the black light.
Vecchio looked at Kowalski, then looked at himself. "Your ma shop at Sears too?"
Kowalski looked at Ray like he was crazy for a second then he got it. They had on the exact same underwear with the Sears name stitched into the waist band. It cracked them up. Kowalski fell back down on the bed. His antics and their laughter caused the sagging old mattress to jiggle wildly.
"Fuck, Stanley. How can you sleep on this thing? It's worse than my cousin, Vito's water bed."
"It don't usually have two people on it, shithead."
"Oh yeah? There goes all those rumors about you and Myers."
"Screw you, Vecchio." That did it. That got their brains back on track with their bodies.
"You'd like that wouldn't you, pretty boy?" Ray leaned over and asked rather menacingly.
"What?" Kowalski asked back, trying to go for innocent.
Vecchio wasn't buying it. "You know what. You'd like it if I screwed you up that skinny, little Polack ass."
"Shut up. Just shut the hell up, Ray." Kowalski pushed Vecchio away. "If anybody's wantin' to get fucked here, it's you. But I'm not doing that. We made a deal, didn't we? No butt play."
"Yeah," Ray conceded, "we made a deal." It was cool. He was too scared to try to fuck another guy anyway. And he sure as hell wasn't up for letting Stanley fuck him. No way, Jose.
"Well, since you like running your mouth so much, Vecchio, why don't you run it down on my dick?"
"Do me first."
"No way, I did you first last time. Do me. No wait. I got an idea."
Kowalski sat up again and started pulling his underpants down. "Come on, Vecchio. Pitter-patter."
Vecchio didn't argue, even though he had no clue what Kowalski had in mind. At least until he turned the other way around with his head toward the foot of the bed. Then he got it. It could work; they were about the same height right now. Kowalski's crotch was right in his face.
Ray followed Kowalski's lead, pulling the other's cock to his mouth when he felt wet heat on his. Then it stopped and he heard Kowalski say, "One rule. Pull off when you start to come, you might bite down accidentally."
Good rule. Vecchio grunted his approval around the dick in his mouth.
He wrapped his fist around the base so Kowalski couldn't choke him with it. It was good - good and hot. Kowalski sucked him like a Hoover, but it wasn't enough. Yeah, sure he could come this way. Come really hard. Damn Kowalski, anyway, for making him want it.
Ray reached out and found Kowalski's free hand and pulled it up and over. Maybe he'd just do it. The hand moved - finger tips skimmed his crack. No, fuck, no. Everything stopped. Kowalski moved his hand away from Ray's ass, and he stopped sucking. The little bastard was going to make him say it. No way he could do that.
"Vecchio? What the hell are you doing?"
Vecchio groaned. He grabbed Kowalski's hand and sucked the first two fingers into his mouth. Got them good and wet, then put the hand back on his ass. That should answer the question just fine.
"Ok. Fuck. If you're sure, but if we're going to do it, we might as well do it right." Again Ray felt like he's stepped into the Twilight Zone or something. Kowalski got up and rummaged around in a drawer. He came back with a tube of something. "Stole this from the drugstore, works great."
Kowalski opened the tube and put a glob of something cold and slick on Ray's fingers, then anointed his own. He laid back down and got into position again. Holy shit! It felt good. Slippery fingers danced around Ray's asshole. He grunted as a finger tip slid in. Ok, he got it now, and he did the same to Stanley. They weren't even sucking dick that much now. The ass thing - the ass thing he'd been so scared of -felt amazingly good.
He held it together long enough to remember rule number one. Ray pulled his mouth off Kowalski's dick before he came. Damn! He came harder than he'd ever had in his life - with two of Kowalski's fingers up his ass hitting something in there. He had to do that to Kowalski. Just as soon as he could move. Already, Kowalski was humping back into Ray's fingers, whispering, "Come on! Come on!"
"No," Ray had an epiphany. He pulled his fingers from Kowalski's ass and rolled over on his stomach. "Do it, pretty boy. Come on." He still couldn't say the words for what he wanted, but Kowalski got it, if the gasp he heard meant anything.
"You sure?"
Ray nodded.
Kowalski got to his knees and moved behind Ray. He rubbed his dick up and down the slick furrow then aimed for the center. Kowalski tried to go slow, man - he really tried. Vecchio was loose and relaxed. He went inside like a hot knife through butter. Just the tip of his cock at first, then a little more. Damn! It was hot in there. Vecchio shocked the hell out of Ray by moving back against him. Vecchio wanted it; he really wanted it.
Ray Kowalski bit his lip to keep from coming right then and there. He had to make this good. Kowalski reached under Vecchio and grasped his cock. Ok, not hard now, but he could change that. He had magic hands; all the guys knew that. The first time inside another living, breathing person, though, shit. He had to concentrate and not let the feeling overwhelm him. He pulled on Vecchio's cock as he pushed inside more. Yeah, that was it. That was the angle - he had it just right.
Vecchio was moaning underneath him. Kowalski pulled out and back in, slow at first then faster and faster. His hand keeping time with the thrusts. Wham! Bam! It was over. He was coming. Vecchio practically sobbed as the semen erupted over Kowalski's fist.
***
It was a long, cold walk home. Ray had a hot, almost scalding shower, then lay in bed staring at the ceiling all night. He got up early the next morning and went to confession. If you went early there wasn't a line and you might get Father Verdi. Father Verdi didn't speak much English, and the penance was always the same, three Hail Mary's. Ray said four and threw in an Our Father too, just in case.
He pleased his mother at Sunday mass by kneeling though the whole thing like it was a High Mass - High Mass nothing, sore ass was more like it. After mass Ray went up to Angie Paducchi and asked her out for Friday night. He kind of felt bad about it, but he pushed Kowalski and what they did out of his mind. He saw Kowalski in the hallways at school, but he was always with Stella Myers and he was with Angie.
Ray never let himself think about it until one day, years later, he opened a hotel room door and there it and Kowalski were.
End