Hotel Fairmont pt 2
by blarney stone
NC-17
Fraser closed the door to his hotel room and stood for a moment in the darkness. Sighing, he switched on the light, and was greeted by the sight of Ray Kowalski sprawled on the bed, laying on his stomach, asleep, and completely naked.
He stirred, opened one eye and smiled at Fraser. "Hey there stranger, where you been all night? Don't tell me, you've been out helping a litle old lady hunt for her cat through the mean streets of Toronto. Nice room you got here. I wouldn't go in the bathroom if I were you. There's a cockroach as big as your head in there. I swear, Fraser, it pulled a knife on me."
"R-Ray!" Fraser stammered. "Aren't you supposed to be on a hunting trip
with your father?"
Ray stretched happily and rolled over on his back. "Dad punched a forest ranger and we had to make a hasty retreat. So, here I am." He regarded the mountie expectantly.
Fraser laid his hat on a chair, and made a show of hanging up his jacket. "Ah, and how does he feel about me these days?"
Scratching his stomach thoughtfully, he answered, "Well, he didn't call you by your name, but then again, he didn't use the F word either, so I figure we're making progress."
"That's good, I guess."
"Yeah, uh, Fraser could you come here a minute?" When he obeyed, Ray reached up, grabbed his shirt and pulled him down on top of him.
"Ray," Fraser began, but was interupted by a kiss.
"That's better, now what where you going to say?" Ray asked, as he began to unbutton Fraser's shirt.
"Ray, there's something that I have to tell you."
"Go ahead," he encouraged, running his hands along Fraser's now bare chest.
"Ray!" Fraser pushed his hands away and sat up. "This is important."
"I haven't seen you in over a week. Whatever you have to say can wait till after, or during if you want," Ray smiled wickedly and moved to unfasten Fraser's pants.
Fraser caught his hands and held them. "Ray Vecchio is in town. I spent the night with him."
Ray's happy grin faded. "Spent the night like what, watching videos,
playing monopoly?"
"No Ray. We had sex."
He rolled off the bed and backed away. "Stop joking Fraser; this isn't
funny."
Holding his hands out in a pleading gesture, Fraser stood up. "I'm sorry Ray. I didn't mean for it to happen. I met him outside the hotel and we started talking and . . it happened."
"No, this isn't happening," Ray hissed, grabbing for his scattered clothes. Fraser made a move towards him. "Stay the hell away from me, Fraser!" he yelled.
"Ray, please! I made a mistake. It didn't mean anything to me. I was just caught up in memories of the past."
" 'Memories of the past'," Ray laughed bitterly. "That's a good one. I'll have to remember that." Struggling to put on his sneakers, he tripped and fell on the floor. "Tell me, Fraser when we're making love and you call my name, is it me or Vecchio you're thinking of?"
"You, Ray. I love you, " Fraser answered miserably.
Ray managed to get to his feet and jerked open the door. "I wish I could believe you," he said flatly and left.
******
Hours later, Ray Vecchio entered the dimly lit hotel bar. The sound of high pitched giggles caught his attention. When his eyes adjusted to the semi-darkness, he saw Ray Kowalski sitting in a booth with the pretty blonde waitress who had served him yesterday. She had an arm around Kowalski and was whispering in his ear.
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Walk away, he thought, it's not your problem. But he didn't. He made his way over to the booth and said, "Hey Kowalski, mind if I join you?"
Kowalski looked up at him blearily. "Vecchio, as I live and breathe, which, surprise, I' m still doing!! Pull up a chair and meet Estelle. She claims to be able to do things with her tongue that I've never seen before."
Vecchio sat on the other side of the booth, and smiled coldly at Estelle. "Is that so?"
She fluttered her eyelashes at him and answered in a husky voice, "Maybe it is."
This struck Kowalski as hilarious. Between fits of laughter, he managed to say, "What do you say Vecchio? Why don't we take Estelle up to your room and she could show us her amazingly talented tongue. You'd like that wouldn't you, honey?"
"Mmm hmm!" she answered smiling seductively at both of them.
Vecchio pointed to the glass in Kowalski's hand. "How many of those have you had?"
"2 or 7," Kowalski shrugged. "What does it matter?"
"I think maybe Estelle should get back to work before somebody has a little talk with the manager of this fleabag hotel about her behavior," Vecchio said, nailing the waitress with his coldest stare.
She scowled at him, disentangled herself from Kowalski and left.
"That wasn't very nice," Kowalski accused. "All she wanted to do is
have a good time, What's wrong with that?"
"So, I guess Fraser told you?" Vecchio said, deciding to cut to the chase.
"Yeah."
"So, you decided to pick up the bimbo to get back at him?"
"Maybe," Kowalski said and then started laughing again. "I was going to pick up a guy, but I didn't know how. I didn't want to go up to some straight guy and get punched." He was silent for a moment. "Fraser is the only one. . the only one."
Vecchio closed his eyes. "Look Kowalski. I'm sorry it happened. But it did and now it's over. Tomorrow, I get on a plane and go back to Chicago to my wife and kid. I'll never see Fraser again."
"Stella had a baby? How did you manage to talk her into that?" Kowalski asked, disbelievingly.
Vecchio grimaced. "It wasn't easy. What I want . . "
Kowalski cut him off. "Boy or girl? What's it's name?"
"Girl. Carly."
He smiled sadly. "Carly, that's nice. Vecchio, you have everything that ever belonged to me. First Stella, and you even convinced her to have a baby, which she swore to me that she would never do, and now you have Fraser. Why is that? Why do you want everything that's mine?"
"Stella never belonged to you; she doesn't belong to me. Stella belongs to Stella. Deep down inside, you must know that. And I don't have Fraser. He's not going to leave you, and I'm not going to walk away from my family. " He removed the drink from Kowalski's hand. "It was a mistake, that's all. You gotta pull yourself together."
Kowalski leaned his head back against the booth. "I love him, you know Vecchio? I thought I'd found the one person who would never hurt me, never let me down, and now I find out he's got you in his head. How am I supposed to live with that?"
Vecchio smiled derisively. "Oh yeah, like you don't think about Stella sometimes, and I don't think about Angela. Nobody's perfect, not even the mountie. Everybody screws up, everybody." He leaned forward for emphasis. "Listen up, Kowalski. Fraser loves you not me, and it hurts like hell. I had my chance and I blew it. I sent him away because I wanted a so-called normal life. And that's just what I got. A wife, a kid, a mortgage. Am I happy? No. I loved Fraser with evey molecule in my body. I do love Stella, and she loves me in her own way, but I'll never feel like that again. I've got Carly, my family and my job and that's got to be enough,' cause that's all there is for me. But you, you've got the chance to be really happy with the one person on earth who can make you happy. Don't mess it up!"
"Because he said so, and mounties never lie."
Kowalski staggered to his feet. "I guess you're right. I better go up and straighten things out." He took a step and lurched forward. Vecchio jumped up and caught him.
"You're really sloshed Kowalski, I suppose it's my job to drag you up to your room."
Kowalski threw a companionable arm around Vecchio and leaned his weight on him. '"Okay, buddy, buddy, nutty buddy."
*******
Vecchio propped Kowalski up against the wall and searched his pockets for the key to the room.
"Hey Vecchio, you got nice hands, anybody ever tell you that?"
"Knock it off, Kowalski," he muttered, and sighed with relief when he snagged the key.
After unlocking the door and shoving Kowalski in, he started to leave, but the intoxicated man caught his sleeve and pulled him inside. He wrapped the unwilling cop in a tight embrace.
"If things had been different, Vecchio I think we could have been friends," Kowalski whispered.
"I don't think so," he answered, trying to free himself from Kowalski's roaming hands. He froze, when Kowalski kissed him firmly on the lips. He tasted of vodka, and cinnamon, and Fraser.
The kiss ended, and Kowalski smiled sleepily, "You kiss good."
Haven't you made enough mistakes, he asked himself, as he seized Kowalski and kissed him savagely. His tongue plundered the surprised mouth. Kowalski moaned softly.
Vecchio pushed him away, keeping his hands on his shoulders. He looked into Kowalski's eyes, and noticed that he didn't seem quite as drunk as he had before, but he did seem to be thoroughly aroused.
He unfastened his pants, revealing his erection. He looked at Kowalski questioningly. With a trace of a smile, the other sank down to his knees and kissed the Italian's shaft.
Vecchio closed his eyes, smiling, and letting the sensation of the rough tongue that was stroking his dick wash over him. Stella, he thought, yet, another thing you don't like to do.
He looked down at Kowalski, who was sucking him in earnest now. He twined his fingers in the blond hair on the vigorously bobbing head, and groaned deeply.
"Yeah baby, that's good, C'mon on, don't stop," he mumbled.
The door opened and Fraser came in. His eyes widened in shock. Vecchio grinned at him, and continued to grind his cock into Kowalski's willing mouth. Fraser shut the door quietly.
Vecchio began to shake and threw back his head, and howled.
Kowalski released him, and said anxiously, "Do me now!" Then he caught a flash of red out of the corner of his eye, and whipped around to see Fraser regarding him calmly.
"I really think that should be my job," the mountie said.
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