Okay, this one takes place near your tcoad au. When Shaz is first transferred in, Ray doesn’t read her as a sub, exactly, but she’s tiny and confused and nervous and not an actual copper, so he makes disparaging comments until she gets pissed off and tells him to stop acting like he’s got something to prove.
The whole room overhears her (general consensus is an approving titter) and Ray gets flustered and makes a wholly unsatisfactory comeback. After that it’s official that they don’t like each other.
Especially with how Chris keeps looking at her. It’s not like he ever offered Chris a collar, even when they did have a thing some years ago. It’s not even like Ray’s sure he’d want Chris back, no matter how prettily he begged - they just never *quite* fitted right together. But still... there’s Chris sitting on the floor, one leg outstretched, his back leaning against the side of Shaz’ desk, one of her hands resting lightly on his head as they discus the current case. It looks so natural, and even though it has nothing to do with him, it tastes of bitter personal rejection just the same.
After the pub, Shaz and Chris leave together, and Ray leaves later, alone, leaving the Guv to push against his new piece of tail what doesn’t know her place. Gene Hunt’s taste in subs is fucking mental, if you ask Ray. He’s gone home with a few willful subs himself, if he’s horny enough: people who’d straight up wear leather cuffs to a bar, but who’d talk like they thought you were the one who belonged on your knees. It’s never satisfying, not for anyone involved. Too complicated. Stressful. Confusing.
Not like Chris and Shaz, Ray imagines, alone in the grey reflected streetlight of his apartment. The neon sign on the neighbouring building gives a green edge to his window frame, and it catches his attention every time his eyes move, like his brain is trying to tell him it doesn’t belong there, it’s an exposed seam in the world, there’s something *wrong*. Finally Ray goes over and slams down the blinds, pull string swinging thonk, thonk, thonk against the slats like Shaz’ hand must be right now against Chris’ arse. Maybe she’s got him handcuffed to the foot of the bed, but she’s wouldn’t need to, there’s one sub who knows how to keep position. The blinds rattle think, calming, and maybe Shaz backs up for a moment, admiring the pink imprint of her dainty, strong fingers in pale flesh, before swinging her hand back down, sideways this time, against the sensitized skin.
And Ray’s got his zipper open and his hands in his trousers and he’s halfway through orgasm when he realizes Shaz wasn’t slapping Chris’ arse in his fantasy just now. She was slapping *his*.
The rest of the story involves a lot of awkwardness (between everyone) and sexual confusion (mostly on the part of Ray), until Shaz figures out what’s going on and takes charge of the situation. As is rather the requirement.
It ends on the sex scene. Chris’ mouth is on Shaz’ clit, and Chris’ dick is slick with pre-cum, and Shaz is telling - is ordering - Ray to whip him again, there, harder, and maybe this is what it was supposed to be like all along.
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Date: 2011-02-15 01:07 am (UTC)Okay, this one takes place near your tcoad au. When Shaz is first transferred in, Ray doesn’t read her as a sub, exactly, but she’s tiny and confused and nervous and not an actual copper, so he makes disparaging comments until she gets pissed off and tells him to stop acting like he’s got something to prove.
The whole room overhears her (general consensus is an approving titter) and Ray gets flustered and makes a wholly unsatisfactory comeback. After that it’s official that they don’t like each other.
Especially with how Chris keeps looking at her. It’s not like he ever offered Chris a collar, even when they did have a thing some years ago. It’s not even like Ray’s sure he’d want Chris back, no matter how prettily he begged - they just never *quite* fitted right together. But still... there’s Chris sitting on the floor, one leg outstretched, his back leaning against the side of Shaz’ desk, one of her hands resting lightly on his head as they discus the current case. It looks so natural, and even though it has nothing to do with him, it tastes of bitter personal rejection just the same.
After the pub, Shaz and Chris leave together, and Ray leaves later, alone, leaving the Guv to push against his new piece of tail what doesn’t know her place. Gene Hunt’s taste in subs is fucking mental, if you ask Ray. He’s gone home with a few willful subs himself, if he’s horny enough: people who’d straight up wear leather cuffs to a bar, but who’d talk like they thought you were the one who belonged on your knees. It’s never satisfying, not for anyone involved. Too complicated. Stressful. Confusing.
Not like Chris and Shaz, Ray imagines, alone in the grey reflected streetlight of his apartment. The neon sign on the neighbouring building gives a green edge to his window frame, and it catches his attention every time his eyes move, like his brain is trying to tell him it doesn’t belong there, it’s an exposed seam in the world, there’s something *wrong*. Finally Ray goes over and slams down the blinds, pull string swinging thonk, thonk, thonk against the slats like Shaz’ hand must be right now against Chris’ arse. Maybe she’s got him handcuffed to the foot of the bed, but she’s wouldn’t need to, there’s one sub who knows how to keep position. The blinds rattle think, calming, and maybe Shaz backs up for a moment, admiring the pink imprint of her dainty, strong fingers in pale flesh, before swinging her hand back down, sideways this time, against the sensitized skin.
And Ray’s got his zipper open and his hands in his trousers and he’s halfway through orgasm when he realizes Shaz wasn’t slapping Chris’ arse in his fantasy just now. She was slapping *his*.
The rest of the story involves a lot of awkwardness (between everyone) and sexual confusion (mostly on the part of Ray), until Shaz figures out what’s going on and takes charge of the situation. As is rather the requirement.
It ends on the sex scene. Chris’ mouth is on Shaz’ clit, and Chris’ dick is slick with pre-cum, and Shaz is telling - is ordering - Ray to whip him again, there, harder, and maybe this is what it was supposed to be like all along.