Benton's Skills (Due South; Benton/Ray V., Chief; PG/K+; #401: Tension)

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Title: Benton's Skills
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Due South
Character/Pairing: Benton/Ray V., Chief, Ensemble
Rating: PG/K+
Challenge/Prompt: slashthedrabble #401: Tension
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 400
Date Written: 30 May, 2016
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.



"Oooooh! Aaaaaahhhhhh!" Moans of ecstasy echoed throughout the police station. Elaine made a face, turned around, and pretended like the file she held was the most interesting document ever. Other operatives moved around her, some glaring and others ogling the actions taking place at the desk of the most loud mothed cop in the precinct. Even Huey and Louis couldn't crack a joke or snigger at what was happening and instead looked with baleful eyes at the mounty and detective who they had always given a hard time.

Ray continued moaning, oblivious to the other people around them. He was so lost in what Fraser was doing to his body that he wasn't even aware of the moans escaping from his own mouth. Pleasure radiated throughout his being with Fraser's every touch, and every cop in the place wanted to be Ray Vecchio in that moment.

Until the Chief cleared his throat. "Vecchio, Fraser, stop that immediately! That is not proper procedures to be taking place at work!"

"Yes, sir," Benton responded immediately, saluting the Chief and jumping away from his partner.

Diefenbaker snatched the last doughnut out of Ray's box on the table and high tailed it before Vecchio could realize what he'd been doing while he and Benton had been otherwise engaged.

"Vecchio," the Chief continued, "find a crime to solve." This time, Huey and Louis did snicker, but the Chief swiftly cut them quiet. "You two have paperwork to do, and you both know you wanted to be in Vecchio's shoes just now. Fraser, my office."

"Sir, shouldn't I . . . ?"

"Now," the Chief barked. Benton tucked his head and went dutifully into the office, leaving his partner to find a crime by himself.

"Shut the door." As soon as the mounty had followed his order, the Chief looked at him pleadingly while rubbing the back of his neck. "I've had this crook in my neck for the last two weeks -- "

"You need say no more, sir. Just take your seat. I am quite certain I can help."

The very second Fraser's skillful fingers set to work on the tension in the Chief's neck, the older man understood exactly why Vecchio had given in to the pleasure. He was glad no one else could hear his own moans echoing around his office. No wonder everybody suddenly wanted to be Vecchio. The mounty really did possess a magic touch!

The End