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pseudol ([personal profile] pseudol) wrote2016-03-24 09:43 pm
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I am not dead I promise. I've been using twitter more
I've been trying to write a sequel to my Archer/Ray fanfic but I think I fail so much at writing smut.

Friday night, Ray was finally home and thanking god for a free weekend. It was his first weekend since he had his new legs God bless Kreiger and his strange but efficient ideas. At least now he didnt have to pay for anymore therapist and add more medical expenses to his already huge debt. He should make ISIS pay it, after all it was their fault. Sometimes Ray felt like he should just quit that place and sue them for all the shit that happened. But the payment was good, at least when he was a field agent, which he could go back on being. Maybe with his next field misson bonus he would import some new kimonos. And a well deserved vacation in europe.
For now he would just enjoy a bath home. A nice and hot bath like he hadnt had in months. And then a nice night watching movies and drinking wine on his couch. Mostly because he still wasnt used to his new legs and he didnt think of a good excuse to give the people he knew, the first time it brought enough questions for a lifetime. He also had to test something before going out.
And there he was enjoying his night watching _______ with a cup of old wine and his two cats on his lap when the bell rang.
Ray was begging not to be any of his co-worker to call him back to the office because of some stupid mission Malory received. He would tolerate a stupid ex-boyfriend it that meant it wasnt a co-worker.
It was Archer, which was the worst scenario possible..Of course it had to be, who else would ruin his perfect friday night, the same way he ruined everything on his life.

“What are you doing here?” asked Ray, after opening the door
“I don't know Ray, maybe fullfilling the promisse I made”
“What promise?” asked confused Ray and Archer raised a eyebrow, then it hit him

Ray had totally forgot about that stupid blowjob promise Archer made. It was more a case of not believing Archer would made it, that and the fact that the promisse was made long time ago. Not that he hated the idea, but that would backfire, sooner of later, but the idea of Archer, the Sterling-manslut-Archer sucking his dick was just too much to say no. Ray just really had to drink to be able to handle that, a lot, just not enough to blackout.

"Come in.” He didnt want his neightboours to see Archer or listening to them having that discussion. "And be careful with Harvey?"
"Who is that your gay boyfriend?"
"No asshole, my cat Harvey. Like I would let you come in if I had a boyfriend here"

Ray lead Archer to the living room and went to the kitchen to bring some wine. He would be really needing it and Archer could use a drink too. He needed to re-evaluate that situation. Right now he had Sterling Archer in his living room, maybe playing with his cat, and babling about a stupid blowjob promise he made more than a year ago.
On one hand, the last time he got laid, he still could use his normal real legs, it was a on and off relationship with E.z.Ponder that could never be more than a casual fling since Ponder was married. Stupid asshole. Ray was never a fling for closet cases and Ponder wouldnt be the exception. It lasted a good half year with Ray always going to his hometown under the excuse of visiting his brother Randy on prison. Then because of stupid Archer he was again paralized and pretty damn ashamed of going out and finding someone. And he thought it was useless since he couldnt feel anything from the waist down.
Now he has somenew legs but was still gathering the courage to go out and have some fun. But he was too self councious of those new bionic legs. Maybe Archer would be the perfect person to test drive all the sex stuff he now could go back to doing.
On the other hand that was Archer, the same Archer who was always making his life a living hell and whose mother loved to make petty homophobic remarks. If only she imagined what her little precious Sterling was about to do.
But on a third hand the all situation was wrong and he would have to live with the knowledge that Sterling Archer sucked his dick because of a bet. It was just wrong, not a i-molested-a-blacked-out-Cyrill-in-a-bathroom-wrong but wrong.

Solution: he would have a drink with Archer finishing his movie, if possible, have a talk and see where the night gets him. That way he wouldnt feel guilty about anything.
Picking a bunch of bottles and another glass for Archer. Who was in his living room playing with his cat. Who wanted to give him a blowjob. Great.


When Ray got into the room and his cat jumped out of Archer's lap, and speaking of Archer, who gave him the right to keep seeing his movie without him. Ass but Ray didn't expect anything else from the other spy..
“Hey! Who told you could could watch it without me!” complained Ray while pouring wine on both cups.
“______ ah? I mean he is not ugly but Burt Reynolds...”
“I am going to ignore you opinion on that. And before him, Brando”
“That we can agree on.”

The movie kept going and Ray was silent while Archer seemed pretty entertained playing with his cat. It was like Archer was there for a mere visit of friends and not to suck him off.
And the nerv of being there and drinking all his wine. The movie was almost ending and neither of them said a word that was not: More Wine. The body language however has changed, Archer was now right beside Ray, knees touching and his arm rested behind him.

" You know, that stupid promise was made months ago." Said Ray to break the silence
"I know and meanwhile you got yourself paralized again."
"It was your fault shitface"
"Ok whatever, you already had the chair anyway. So since between you finding out about pam and gettin paralized again I really didnt had the time to go and suck you off."
"c'mon archer everyone already knows about you and Pam. It's not really valid now"
“The thing Ray is that I want to” Ray raised a eyebrow and stared at him in shock, maybe he had to much to drink and was starting to hear things. Or Archer somehow drinked way to much and was starting to say things that didnt made sense.
“What?!” Ray almost
“I want to fullfill the promise I made, not necessarely suck you dick moron. Now let's get this done.”

Archer jumped off the couch and kneeled before Ray. He seemed ready to do the deed right there right now but Ray pushed him away, he would not do that in his newly decorated living room.
He standed and helped Archer do the same. Maybe it was the alchool talking or that whole situation making him act before thinking but Ray kissed Archer. It was a hungry kiss full of tongue, passion, lust and need. Like the first time they kissed Archer tasted like alchool, but instead of scotch it was the fine wine that Ray had served.
As he was kissing, correction, making out with Archer, Ray started to take off Archer's tie and and unbottuning his jacket and shirt.
“Looks like Ray really needs gay kisses before some action.”
“Shut up”
---insert text here

“Not here, I just cleanned and arranged everything.” said almost out of breath.
Slowly and between some stripping Ray led Archer into his room.
“How can a house be this gay. Ballet shoes, skyi Gillette. What's next a collection of broadway tickets?”
“Just shut up” hissed Ray before kissing Archer again. It seemed to be the only way to shut him up.

In the room Archer threw Ray to his bed and started undressing Ray, who was still in his pajamas.

----insert more text here-----

Archer was staring at Ray's crotch. At first Ray founded that normal, after all he was almost sure this would be the first time Archer was in direct contact with a dick that wasn't his own.
"For someone that was so eager to start at the room you sure are taking your time. Are you needing more gay kisses?”
“Shut up Ray, I am just afraid that your fucking cyborg dick is going to explode, shot me or do some weird shit”
"I'm not a cyborg! God Archer stop throwing a fit! My dick is normal, just shut up and suck it" Ray was quickly losing his temper
"How do you know it wont make anything weird, did you had it tested? … Nevermind, dont tell me, I dont want to know about your gay sex life"
"My gay sex life was prety great before you FREAKING PARALIZED ME FOR THE SECOND TIME!" Shouted Ray.
"Jesus man, I thought you werent one to hold grudges."
"I swear Archer if I see your mouth doing anything other and suck me off in the next minutes, I will have Krieger making a hack your voicemail with me saying: Archer sucked my dick.."
"Hey! I still havent suck your dick. Now be patient I never did this before."

Archer took a deep breath before finally moving Ray's briefs waistband and take a peek. Archer felt a lot calmer now that he knew Ray's prick was a pretty normal one, two balls, a shaft, some pubic hair nicely gromed, and no creepy robotic parts or signs that it would explode once he put it on his mouth. Archer looked at Ray's face that had a “I told you so” expression.
Now there was no excuse for Archer, not even his pride. In that situation Archer's pride was at stake. If he didn't do it, he wouldnt keep his word and Ray could tell everyone. If he did it in a sloopy way just to get it done Ray would hold that against him and he didn't trust Ray. He had to do it and do it right. No other option.
Another deep breath and he took Ray's in his mouth. He started it slowly, a little clueless about what he should do. He tried to think about the things he liked when he was on the receiving end but in that moment it was all very fuzzy. Maybe he should start and see if Ray has any demands. His technique was sloopy, really sloopy and Ray had to point that out.

“God Archer, just do it right! How can someone be so bad at sucking dick!”
“Ray! I get it I am trying. ”
“Use your tongue!” Indicaded Ray.

Archer did has he was told and from Ray's little whimper he could deduce he was doing something right. Ray didnt know how to react, he was still getting used to “his new dick” and it felt a little more sensitive than usual. Gonna have to thank Krieger for that, that freaky little bastard. The hand that before was resting on Archer's dark hair now was grabing it with strenght. Ray's hips were moving and Archer had to use his arms to restrait Ray's movements a bit since he was starting to choke.
“You're getting good at this. Just keep doing it.”
With that assurance, Archer actions grew bolder and bolder. Ray's own hip movements were also stronger to the point that it was physsacly impossible for Archer to stop them. Goddamn those bionic legs and their inhuman strenght.

I really need to find a beta reader for this