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myhappyfaceThunderheart, Ray Levoi/Walter Crow Horse, undercover lessons
When the man spent so much time cuddling you on the couch and complaining that you never took him on real dates anymore, it could be easy to forget that he was kind of a badass. And, apparently, a stern taskmaster. He had plum wore Crow Horse out.
“A break,” Crow Horse said again. “It’s when you quit work for a minute so you don’t clock your boyfriend.”
Ray frowned. “We don’t have time for a break. You have to leave in forty-eight hours, and you’re a completely raw operative. Crow Horse—”
Crow Horse waved him off, and wandered to the fridge for a beer.
“Don’t know what you’re so worked up for. I thought the Feds wanted me for this undercover thing cuz they needed someone just like me. I can act like me already, Ray.”
Ray sighed, and trailed Crow Horse into the kitchen. “There’s a lot more to undercover work than acting like a different person. It’s dangerous; I don’t want you to get hurt.”
Crow Horse swallowed a healthy swig of his lager. “I don’t want that either.”
The corners of Ray’s mouth crimped down, so definitively Crow Horse imagined them staying that way forever. He sighed, set his beer on the counter, and closed the distance between them.
“Buck up,” he said. “It’s okay if you’re gonna miss me.”
“It isn’t that,” Ray said. Then, a moment over, “It isn’t just that. Undercover work really can be dangerous; I just want you to be able to handle yourself. You shouldn’t have agreed to this; you aren’t ready—”
Walter tugged at Ray’s belt loop. “Hey. You wouldn’t send me out anywhere I’d get killed, and this is gonna help people. That’s why I agreed; you know that.”
“I do,” Ray said softly.
Walter stepped toward him, so that their pelvises were flush. Walter cupped Ray’s cheek, brushed his thumb lightly over Ray’s lips.
“What’s this ‘honey trap’ business?” Walter asked, his voice rough.
Ray tried to squirm away, but Walter had him pinned against the counter. “You won’t need a honey trap on this assignment—”
Walter feigned innocence. “You’re teachin’ me, aren’t you? That sounds like something I oughta know about.”
Walter used his fingers at the joint of Ray’s jaw to angle his head up so he could see the spark in Ray’s eyes as he slid the pad of his thumb into Ray’s mouth.
“Oh, I . . .”
Walter ran his thumb over the ticklish spot at the corner of Ray’s mouth, and then kissed the sensation away when Ray shivered.
“A honey trap,” Ray said, his voice raw, shaking slightly, “is when you use an agent—usually young, beautiful—”
“Me twice,” Walter said.
“—to seduce an asset. It gives you personal access to them, and you can maneuver the relationship to get the asset where you want them, the right place at the right time, like getting them to leave their apartment on a date so the rest of the team can search it.”
“Sounds dangerous,” Walter whispered against Ray’s ear. He worked the button of Ray’s fly loose.
Walter pushed Ray’s jeans down to the floor, rubbed the heel of his hand over Ray’s erection. Ray whined quietly.
“It is,” he panted. He grabbed for Walter’s hips. “And it’s a hard job to train for—”
“I’d basically be gettin’ used for sex,” Walter said, pushing Ray’s shorts down, too. “I only like it when you do that, Ray.”
Ray pulled himself up onto the counter, and pulled Walter flush against him. His eyes gleamed darkly, and the corner of his mouth turned up in an unfamiliar smile. Walter tried to step back, but Ray’s hands were on his shoulders, holding him in place.
“Seduce me,” Ray said. “I’m your asset; get me to come home with you.”
Ray pulled him forward. Walter’s mouth worked for a moment, soundlessly.
Ray forced Walter to his knees.
“Don’t worry,” he said, his fingers winding through Walter’s hair. “I’ll teach you.”
“A break,” Crow Horse said again. “It’s when you quit work for a minute so you don’t clock your boyfriend.”
Ray frowned. “We don’t have time for a break. You have to leave in forty-eight hours, and you’re a completely raw operative. Crow Horse—”
Crow Horse waved him off, and wandered to the fridge for a beer.
“Don’t know what you’re so worked up for. I thought the Feds wanted me for this undercover thing cuz they needed someone just like me. I can act like me already, Ray.”
Ray sighed, and trailed Crow Horse into the kitchen. “There’s a lot more to undercover work than acting like a different person. It’s dangerous; I don’t want you to get hurt.”
Crow Horse swallowed a healthy swig of his lager. “I don’t want that either.”
The corners of Ray’s mouth crimped down, so definitively Crow Horse imagined them staying that way forever. He sighed, set his beer on the counter, and closed the distance between them.
“Buck up,” he said. “It’s okay if you’re gonna miss me.”
“It isn’t that,” Ray said. Then, a moment over, “It isn’t just that. Undercover work really can be dangerous; I just want you to be able to handle yourself. You shouldn’t have agreed to this; you aren’t ready—”
Walter tugged at Ray’s belt loop. “Hey. You wouldn’t send me out anywhere I’d get killed, and this is gonna help people. That’s why I agreed; you know that.”
“I do,” Ray said softly.
Walter stepped toward him, so that their pelvises were flush. Walter cupped Ray’s cheek, brushed his thumb lightly over Ray’s lips.
“What’s this ‘honey trap’ business?” Walter asked, his voice rough.
Ray tried to squirm away, but Walter had him pinned against the counter. “You won’t need a honey trap on this assignment—”
Walter feigned innocence. “You’re teachin’ me, aren’t you? That sounds like something I oughta know about.”
Walter used his fingers at the joint of Ray’s jaw to angle his head up so he could see the spark in Ray’s eyes as he slid the pad of his thumb into Ray’s mouth.
“Oh, I . . .”
Walter ran his thumb over the ticklish spot at the corner of Ray’s mouth, and then kissed the sensation away when Ray shivered.
“A honey trap,” Ray said, his voice raw, shaking slightly, “is when you use an agent—usually young, beautiful—”
“Me twice,” Walter said.
“—to seduce an asset. It gives you personal access to them, and you can maneuver the relationship to get the asset where you want them, the right place at the right time, like getting them to leave their apartment on a date so the rest of the team can search it.”
“Sounds dangerous,” Walter whispered against Ray’s ear. He worked the button of Ray’s fly loose.
Walter pushed Ray’s jeans down to the floor, rubbed the heel of his hand over Ray’s erection. Ray whined quietly.
“It is,” he panted. He grabbed for Walter’s hips. “And it’s a hard job to train for—”
“I’d basically be gettin’ used for sex,” Walter said, pushing Ray’s shorts down, too. “I only like it when you do that, Ray.”
Ray pulled himself up onto the counter, and pulled Walter flush against him. His eyes gleamed darkly, and the corner of his mouth turned up in an unfamiliar smile. Walter tried to step back, but Ray’s hands were on his shoulders, holding him in place.
“Seduce me,” Ray said. “I’m your asset; get me to come home with you.”
Ray pulled him forward. Walter’s mouth worked for a moment, soundlessly.
Ray forced Walter to his knees.
“Don’t worry,” he said, his fingers winding through Walter’s hair. “I’ll teach you.”
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Date: 2011-03-08 10:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-08 11:42 pm (UTC)Thank you!
Ray is so WASPy, I think it would take him a while to warm up to having same sex sex, so it would be a while before he'd feel comfortable taking the lead. But he'll get there.
Aw, man, Walter!Undercover would be LOLtastic. I am sorely tempted . . .
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Date: 2011-03-09 01:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-09 02:42 am (UTC)Oh, I agree. He's a slippery one; I'll bet he had mastered hiding who he really was and pretending to be someone else a long time before he started going undercover for the FBI.
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Date: 2012-01-03 08:35 am (UTC)Let's make a deal- I'll write undercover!Ray fic if you write undercover!Crow Horse fic? XD
Also, the ending to this one... *fans self*
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Date: 2012-01-03 05:28 pm (UTC)I actually have a couple starts on a full-length undercover!Crow Horse story; I just can't get the damn thing off the ground. But I will try!
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Date: 2011-03-08 12:32 pm (UTC)When the man spent so much time cuddling you on the couch and complaining that you never took him on real dates anymore, it could be easy to forget that he was kind of a badass
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Date: 2011-03-08 11:42 pm (UTC)Well, Ray is dedicated. :)
Thanks! I'm glad you liked it.
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Date: 2011-03-08 03:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-08 11:43 pm (UTC)Thank you! Their awkward domesticity is my favorite thing.
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Date: 2011-03-09 09:22 am (UTC)and every couple of hours I would think, "Me twice," and smile forever.
HEE. I'm glad I could help. :)
Crow Horse now moves on to Merriam-Webster.
I really enjoy Crow Horse's Definitions of Things.
Okay, that was wicked sexy. I like the power reversal, here: Ray has to teach Walter something, instead of the other way around, and it gets them both a little out of sorts. Really nice work.
Thank you! I am so glad you liked it. <3 <3 <3 I like when the boys are out of sorts; they are much sexier than when I am out of sorts.
(Also, the 'h' on my keyboard is a little wobbly, of late; if there are missing letters, please feel free to supply the most interesting substitute.)
It came out okay! Or I missed it. :/ Either way: yay!
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Date: 2011-03-09 07:53 pm (UTC)Anche, I have been thinking. Wouldn't the great Walter Goes Undercover! (And Ray Helps. Sexily.) adventure be a good think to write together?
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Date: 2011-03-09 08:16 pm (UTC)*bounces* Yay! This is going to be so much fun! Wonder Twin powers activate!
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Date: 2011-03-09 08:52 pm (UTC)Nah. Ray would be too nervous to let Crow Horse go undercover by himself, so he'll have to covertly check up on him, disguised as a waiter or Rade Serbedzija.
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Date: 2011-03-10 11:57 pm (UTC)Ugh, I had another bad day. Migraine, and I was in a Pity No Fools Mood, so I got in a tiff with Dr. Unprofessional. The critiques he gives are ridiculous, and we had to write something based off, like, ten pages of specs, and when he critiqued mine, he's like, "This is written in first person." And I'm like, "Good call, boss." And he goes, "None of the others were written in first person." "Was that a rule? That it couldn't be first person?" "No, but I'm still going to bitch about it like a little bitch." ARG. Only one more day of this nonsense.
ANYWAY, I need Thunderheart-y things to distract me. So. If the FBI wants Walter as an undercover operative instead of Ray, then they must either need (a) someone who speaks Lakota better than Ray, (b) someone who looks more "Indian" than Ray, or (c) all of the above. Also, there has to be a crime, something long reaching; I was thinking maybe smuggling, since the rez isn't too far from Canada, and historically Indian reservations have been high on smuggler's favorite places because of jurisdiction and things like that. What do you think?
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Date: 2011-03-13 06:35 am (UTC)No, I've got one more class to finish out this quarter, and then I have to have him for a minimum of two quarters afterward. Plus side: I saw him riding his bike down Whitaker (short version: there's too much traffic to ride your bike down Whitaker unless you're a complete asshole who's completely oblivious to the world and/or wants to be hit by a car) and I didn't run him over with my car, so it's possible I'm growing as a person.
Oh, poor Jack Andrews. He just wanted a non-crazy, alive woman to love. Is that so much to ask?
there's lots of good material there for Walter to mock
HEE. The most important aspect to consider! Poor Ray.
And set early enough during Ray's stay on the rez that the decision will grate
Yessss. Excellent point.
Okay, I have constructed a basic outline; please feel free to change all the things:
Act I: The FBI contacts Ray about finding them a more Indian-looking undercover operative to do a sting with a smuggling racket. Initially Ray is all, "I don't know anybody like that, sorry," but then Crow Horse overhears and wants to help, and Ray is helpless to resist.
Act II: Sexy undercover lessons.
Act III: Crow Horse goes undercover, while Ray hovers anxiously in the periphery and checks up on his progress through a non-government sanctioned undercover role of his own.
Act IV: Shit gets real; there is peril. Probably the stakes have to go up; the smugglers kill someone, maybe. It could be anything, but Crow Horse begins to think that Ray was right in telling him this stuff was dangerous. Ray goes into super protective mode and gets that Scary Competence thing he does, and helps Crow Horse push through to finish the assignment.
Act V: There's an arrest, and probably more sexy times.
How does that sound to you?
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Date: 2011-03-14 03:36 am (UTC)The speech he gives is about morality, and doing your duty, and also blowjobs. I can see it now.
You are my absolute favorite. I just want you to know.
Which parts would you like to start working on? It's important to me that you write the speech about morality, duty, and blowjobs. Hee. <3
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Date: 2011-03-14 04:26 am (UTC)Okay. Well, normally we (and by "we" I mean "me and whoever I'm writing with") just split the story into parts -- as we've done above -- and then we'll decide who will write what, and then sew them all together, with changes and evolutions, etc., from both of us. But if you would prefer, I can start at the beginning, write some from Act I and then send it to you, and we can decide where we'd like to go from there. Kind of the baby steps model.