[ficlet: gold medal performance, due south/durham county]
Fandom: due South/Durham County
Pairing: Ray Kowalski/Mike Sweeney
Word Count: 300
Summary: It's too bad there's no gold medal for being an ass or knowing how to push buttons. Mike and Ray would be an unstoppable team.
AN: Written for the prompt winter games for ds_snippets. Thanks to inlovewithnight for the read-over.
Gold Medal Performance
Ray's sprawled on the floor, jeans unbuttoned and shoved down to knees. There's a broken beer bottle next to him, but he doesn't really care. Mike's lying between his legs, sucking Ray's cock in that I am in charge even when I've got your dick in my mouth way of his. Ray happens to like that much more than he cares about glass in his hair or the fact they might've broken the lamp--again.
Their tussle is a result of the gold-medal USA vs. Canada hockey match. Ray usually doesn't care about Olympic hockey, but there's national pride on the line, here. It doesn't matter that it's basically the NHL playing each other. Ray wants the US to win so he can rub it in Mike's face.
Like I'm doing right now, Ray thinks, trying not to laugh. Mike looks up, scowling even though he's got Ray's dick in his mouth--the fucker has a talent for scowling, Jesus--and smacks Ray on the thigh. Ray groans, shoves his hips up, desperate to come. Mike's already bent Ray over the couch and fucked him hard, after turning the post-game celebrations up really loud on the television.
Mike's also talented at being an asshole.
The thing is, it's April. They'd TiVo'd the actual game back in February, and agreed not to watch it until enough time passed that they'd get through it without breaking things. Apparently, two months isn't quite enough.
Oh, well. Ray's got the last Hawks vs. Leafs game saved, where the Hawks shut Toronto out 3-0. He'll put that on in a few days, all unexpected-like. Ray's good at pushing Mike's buttons that way. As he comes hard down Mike's throat, Ray thinks someone should give him a gold medal for that.