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Benny looked up from the report he was typing as the
phone on his desk rang. He picked it up and heard the
voice of his boss.
“Could you please come to my office, Constable Fraser?
I need to speak with you.”
“Certainly, Sir.”
Fraser stood up and hurried towards the Inspector’s
office, wondering what he was in trouble for now. He
couldn’t think of anything he had done recently that
would incur her wrath, but it often did not take very
much.
He walked into the Inspector’s office and stood at
formal attention in front of her desk.
“Please Constable, have a seat,” she said, gesturing
to the chair in front of her desk.
Ben did as she asked, his eyes widening in surprise.
It was rare indeed that he was invited to sit while in
this office. As he sat he noticed something else very
odd. Inspector Thatcher was fidgeting ever so
slightly, and she was having trouble looking at him
directly.
He sat silently in the chair, deciding that it was
best if his Inspector began this conversation.
Finally, she did. After clearing her throat, she
raised her eyes to his and said “Constable, I brought
you in here so we could discuss the Consulate
Christmas party.”
“Oh,” Ben said, relaxing at once. So that was what
had her so nervous and on edge. She had been, as Ray
would say, “stressing out” about the party for weeks
now, wanting every detail to be perfect.
“Not to worry, Sir. Everything is coming together
very well. I think I’ve even got that situation with
the caterers ironed out,” he smiled at her.
“Yes, Constable, that’s good, but it’s not what I
wanted to discuss with you.”
“Oh?” Ben raised his eyebrows.
The Inspector seemed nervous again, her hands
unconsciously playing with the pen on her desk. “No.
As you know, Constable Fraser, I extended an
invitation to this year’s party to several senators
and other influential figures in Ottawa, and they have
accepted my invitation.”
“That’s wonderful, Sir. Congratulations.”
“Yes. Thank you.” Thatcher cleared her throat again
and dropped her eyes. “As you can imagine, with such
powerful and influential people at the party, I’ll
want everything to be perfect.”
“Oh, that’s no problem at all, Sir. As I said,
everything is going smoothly, and I foresee no
problems at all. But I shall be even more vigilant in
my efforts to make sure the party is a success.”
“Yes, thank you, Constable, but it’s not just the food
and the music and decorations I’m worried about. The
guests must be just right, too.”
“Sir?”
Thatcher took a deep, steadying breath, then looked
Fraser directly in the eyes. “I’m afraid that
Detective Vecchio will not be permitted to be your
guest at the party this year.”
For a second, Ben wasn’t sure he had heard her
correctly, then he felt a slightly sick sensation wash
over him. “But, Sir, Ray has been my guest at this
party every year.”
“I’m aware of that, Constable, but I’m afraid the two
of you together at this party might give people the
wrong impression. We don’t want any black marks
against this Consulate’s name.”
“Black mark?” Ben practically whispered. “You think
that Ray and I bring a black mark against the
Consulate?”
“That’s not what I’m talking about here. It’s what
others- people in power, who have control over this
Consulate and the futures of the people in it- think
that is important this time.”
Ben shook his head. “But Sir, most people wouldn’t
even be able to tell that Ray and I are together. We
spend most of the night apart. I’m working and he’s
with the other guests. When we do spend a moment or
two together, all we do is talk. We are much more
discreet than most of the straight couples at the
party.”
Thatcher’s eyes flashed angrily, then her calm
demeanor returned. “Be that as it may, I have made my
decision and it is final. Detective Vecchio will not
be welcome at the party this year.”
Anger cut through Ben’s shock and disbelief, and he
shot to his feet. “Well, Sir that’s your decision,
and I can’t change it, but if Detective Vecchio is not
at the party, I won’t be either.”
“Are you trying to blackmail me, Constable?”
“No ma’am, I’m just stating a fact. If you reject
Ray, you reject me, and I will not attend the party
without him. I’m sure you’ll be able to make an
excuse for my absence.”
“Fine,” Thatcher nodded. “If that’s the way you want
it, that’s the way it will be.”
“No Sir, it’s the way you want it.”
“Dismissed, Constable.”
Ben entered his office and closed the door behind him.
He walked over to his chair and collapsed into it,
all his energy gone. He couldn’t believe what had
just happened.
The thought that Inspector Thatcher would believe that
her “special guests” would know or care that he was
gay- and give in to that belief- was hard for him to
comprehend.
For one thing, it didn’t matter. It was illegal for
the RCMP to discriminate against gays. But there were
always ways to discriminate without being blatant
about it, and he supposed that if that happened, the
rest of the Consulate could suffer as well. He had
been naive to assume that his superior officer would
stick up for him in a situation like this.
His anger cooled rapidly, giving way to depression,
although most of his sadness was not for himself. He
was used to being shunned and ostracized by his fellow
officers in the RCMP. He didn’t like it, but he had
learned to accept it over the years, and gotten quite
good at dealing with it.
But for the Inspector to imply that Ray- Ray, of all
people- was somehow unworthy of their company- that
was an outrage, and it angered and hurt him deeply.
Ray was a better police officer- and a better personthan
most of the members of the Royal Canadian Mounted
Police could ever hope to be. And what was he
supposed to tell Ray?
Ben briefly toyed with the idea of coming up with some
kind of lie as to why he would not be able to attend
the party, but he couldn’t bring himself to do that.
For one thing, he never lied to Ray, and he wasn’t
going to start now. Not about this. Besides, Ray
being Ray, he would probably find out the truth on his
own somehow, and then he would be more furious and
hurt with Ben than with the situation itself.
So, he would have to tell Ray the real reason. But
how could he do that? How could he tell Ray that he
was suddenly un-invited to the Christmas party because
of something he couldn’t control or change? He knew
Ray wouldn’t care about the party itself. He would
probably be relieved he didn’t have to attend, he had
never enjoyed functions like that to begin with.
But for Ray to hear once again that he wasn’t good
enough, that he was considered less than some
people... Benny couldn’t bear to have Ray hear that
again, and he could barely stomach the thought of
being the one to tell him.
He sat at his desk for a long time, ignoring the
paperwork he had to finish and staring out the window,
trying to figure out the best way to deal with the
situation. The only problem was, there was no good
way at all.
“Benny?”
He started at the sound of Ray’s voice and turned to
see him standing in the door of his office. “Ray.”
“You weren’t downstairs waiting, so I thought
something might be up. Are you okay?”
“Yes Ray, I’m fine.”
“Uh-huh.”
Just then Thatcher entered the office. She seemed
startled to see Ray, but recovered quickly.
“Constable Fraser, do you have last month’s inventory
reports?”
“No Sir, I wasn’t able to complete them this
afternoon.”
“Oh. Well, that’s all right, Fraser. As long as I
have them by noon tomorrow.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Thatcher turned and left the office again, avoiding
Ray’s gaze.
Ray stared after Thatcher, then turned to look at
Benny. Fraser hadn’t finished some paperwork on time?
And Thatcher wasn’t reaming him out about it?
Something was going on. “Benny, what’s up?”
Ben got up and put on his coat and his Stetson. “Ray,
let’s go home.”
“Benny, talk to me.”
“I will, Ray. At home. Let’s go.” Without waiting
for further argument, Fraser left his office, followed
by an increasingly worried Ray.
When they got back to Benny’s apartment, the two men
hung up their coats, then Ray led Benny over to the
sofa. “All right, sit. Talk.”
Ben sat down on the sofa with a sigh, and Ray sat down
next to him, looking at Benny expectantly. “What
happened at work today?” He asked when it became
apparent that Ben wasn’t going to start talking.
Ben sighed and struggled for words. “This afternoon
Inspector Thatcher called me into her office to talk
about the Consulate Christmas party.”
“Is that all? Jeez, she needs to quit getting on your
case about that. The party’s going to be fine.
You’ve been working your ass off preparing for it ever
since Halloween.”
“She didn’t want to talk about the preparations
exactly,” Ben said.
“Well, what exactly did she want to talk about?”
Honestly, sometimes the simplest conversation with
Benny could turn into a complicated word game.
“She has invited several influential members of the
Canadian government to attend the party, and they have
accepted the invitation. She is quite anxious that
everyone on the guest list give off the right
appearance.”
“Well she doesn’t need to worry there. You’re
practically the poster boy for the RCMP.”
“Except the poster boy for the RCMP isn’t gay,” Ben
said quietly.
Ray’s eyes narrowed. “What did she say to you?”
Ben looked at his lover, Ray’s face so full of concern
and love for him, and felt his heart breaking. “Oh,
Ray,” he whispered. He placed his hand on the side of
Ray’s face.
Ray took Benny’s hand into his, squeezing it gently.
“What, Benny?” he asked softly.
“She said... she that you would not be able to attend
the Christmas party as my guest this year.”
Ray blinked. “She what?”
“Apparently, having an officer who works in the
Consulate show up at the party with his gay lover
would harm the Consulate's image.”
Benny looked up at Ray. He had expected to see sorrow
in his expression, pain and maybe confusion. What he
saw instead was blazing anger.
“That’s bullshit!” Ray exclaimed, jumping to his feet
and pacing agitatedly through the room. “No one there
would even be able to tell we’re gay. We never do
anything ‘inappropriate,’ unlike half the straight
couples there who make out and grope each other on the
dance floor.”
Benny nodded. “I know. That’s what I told her.”
Ray looked at him in astonishment. “You did?”
“Well, I didn’t use your words, of course.”
“Of course,” Ray smiled. “And it didn’t have any
affect on her?”
Ben just shook his head.
“That bitch!” Ray exploded. He paced up and down some
more, then sat back down on the couch next to Benny.
“You’re still going to the party, aren’t you?”
Ben looked at him, completely shocked. “No, Ray! Of
course not. How could I? What am I supposed to do,
tell you you’re not welcome there, and go merrily off
without you? Besides, if you’re not welcome because
you’re gay, then by extension, I’m not welcome because
I’m gay.”
“Benny-”
“And I am not going to help Inspector Thatcher
perpetuate a false image. I’m not going to attend the
party alone, letting everyone there think I’m
something I’m not.”
Ray smiled at him and kissed him. “But Benny, you
love those parties. Don’t argue with me, I know you
do. You think you don’t do well in crowds like that,
but you do. You make everyone feel at ease, and they
have a better time.
“And I know you enjoy the food and the music and the
decorations.”
Ben shrugged. “It’s all right, Ray. It’s no big
deal.”
“Yes it is,” Ray said, his anger rapidly returning.
“It’s bad enough that Thatcher lets you do all the
planning and the work for this party every year and
takes all the credit for it, but now she’s not even
letting you attend the party?”
“*I’m* not letting me attend, Ray.”
“Bullshit. It’s her, Benny.”
Ben sighed and looked down at his hands, folded in his
lap. “It’s not even the party that I mind so much.
It’s...” He sighed again and shook his head with a
sad smile.
“The Chicago Consulate is known around the RCMP as
sort of a dumping-ground for problem or misfit members
of the force. And oddly enough, I felt like I had
found a home there. Among all the other oddballs and
misfits. But now I find out that I’m not really
accepted there, either.”
“Benny.” Ray drew Ben into his arms, pulling Benny’s
head onto his shoulder. “I can’t believe I’m about to
say something that sounds even remotely like I’m
sticking up for Thatcher, because believe me, I’m not.
“But I don’t really think this was based on her
personal feelings for you at all. It was all about
her job, and her image. You know her, Benny. She’s a
political animal.
“And anything that might interfere with her plans or
her position is dealt with and gotten out of the way.”
“Maybe,” Ben said with a small nod.
“Come on, Benny. You know you’re well-liked there.
Jasmine, Turnbull, they’re you’re friends.”
“That’s true,” Ben said, smiling.
“So don’t worry about what your power-hungry boss says
or does. She’s wrong.”
“I know.”
They sat quietly for a few minutes, then Ray pulled
away and stood up, pulling Benny to his feet as well.
“Come on, love, I’ll make you dinner.”
“All right,” Ben nodded.
Ray suddenly drew Benny into a long, passionate kiss,
then pulled away and smiled at him gently before
taking his hand and leading him into the kitchen.
**
The two weeks leading up to the party passed
uneventfully; with both Benny and Ray busy at work.
Benny’s days were mostly tied up with final
preparations for the party- much to Ray’s ire.
“You still have to do all the work getting the party
ready when you’ve been kicked out of the party?”
“I’m not doing all the work, Ray. And I wasn’t kicked
out, I un-invited myself.”
“You were kicked out, Benny. And maybe you’re not
doing 100% of the work, but you’re probably doing
about 99%.”
“It’s my job, Ray. I can’t refuse to perform my
duties simply because I won’t be attending the party.”
Ray continued to grumble.
“Besides, I actually enjoy it. It’s a change from my
usual routine, and it is nice to see all my efforts
come together in a wonderful evening.”
Ray, seeing the sincere look on Benny’s face, choked
back the comment he had been about to make. “Fine
Benny. I’ll remember that next spring when Theresa
makes her First Communion.”
The evening of the party, Ray arrived at the Consulate
at 6:00 sharp to take Benny home. As he walked
through the lobby he found his attention drawn by the
ballroom, and walked over to peer inside.
The room was adorned with small pine trees, all
decorated with white lights. There were tables
circling the dance floor, elegantly set with fine
linen and china and silver. The sounds of the string
quartet warming up could be heard, and delicious
smells were drifting over from the area where the
caterers were setting up their service.
Ray shook his head and turned to leave the room, and
came face to face with Inspector Thatcher.
“Good evening, Detective,” she said, looking very
uncomfortable.
“Inspector. Everything looks beautiful.”
“It does, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah, Benny did a hell of a job.”
Thatcher flushed, and Ray turned to go. He had taken
a couple of steps when he turned back to face her
again. “I’m here to pick up Benny and take him home
now, Inspector. We wouldn’t want any early arriving
guests to catch sight of us.
“And don’t worry, if we happen to notice guests
arriving, we’ll go down the back stairs and sneak out
through the alley.”
He turned and hurried up the stairs, leaving a
speechless Thatcher staring after him.
Benny was mostly silent on the drive to Racine, and
Ray gritted his teeth. He hated the fact that Benny
felt this way due to a bunch of boring stuffed-shirt
politicians.
He pulled the Riv to a stop in front of Benny’s
building and turned off the engine. “Home sweet
home,” he said, giving Benny a kiss.
Benny smiled at him, and Ray gave his hand a quick
squeeze. “Come on love, let’s go inside.”
The two men walked silently up the stairs, and Ben led
Ray into the apartment. Benny had taken no more than
two steps when he froze, then turned in a slow circle,
looking around in wonder. His apartment had been
transformed.
There was a six-foot Christmas tree in the living
room; fully decorated with ornaments and garland and
lights, topped by an angel. A stack of Christmas
presents sat under the tree, wrapped in festive paper
and ribbons.
A nativity scene was set up on Benny’s foot locker,
more Christmas lights were hung in each window, and
cardboard decorations were taped into place on the
kitchen cupboards.
The kitchen table was set with a bright red table
cloth and dishes and glasses with a Christmas pattern,
and holly-decorated napkins rested next to each plate.
A freshly washed and brushed Diefenbaker sat next to
the table, a red bow tied around his neck, and
Christmas carols were playing on a portable stereo set
up in the corner.
“Ray,” Benny finally said, “what... how...”
“You’re not the only one who can put together a
Christmas party, Benny.”
Ray took off his jacket and hung it up, and Benny’s
eyes widened again. Ray was dressed in his best
Armani, with a crisp white shirt and dark green tie.
“Ray, how on Earth did you do all of this? There is
hours of work here,” Ben said, gesturing at all the
decorations.
“Well, I’m afraid I lied to you,” Ray smiled. “But it
was just a little white lie. I took the day off, and
I told you I’d be in court all day so you wouldn’t try
to call me at work.
“And if you had, I had that covered, too. I had my
calls forwarded to Elaine, and she was in on the
secret.”
“Very clever, Ray,” Benny said, wrapping his arms
around Ray and giving him a kiss.
“Thank you, Benny.” He looked Ben up and down. “I
think you need to get dressed for the party now.”
“Indeed.” Ben hurried into the bedroom and changed
into a pair of dark pants and a light blue sweater.
Smoothing his hand over his hair, he stepped back over
to the Christmas tree and stood in front of it,
admiring it.
“So everything looks okay?” Ray asked, stepping up
next to him.
“No, not quite.”
“Not quite?” Ray looked surprised and a little hurt.
Ben just smiled at him, then went back to the closet,
where he removed some Christmas presents that were
hidden behind a stack of blankets. He crossed back
over to the tree, then placed his presents under the
tree next to the others.
“There, now it looks perfect,” he smiled.
Ray stepped behind Benny and wrapped his arms around
Ben’s waist, resting his chin on his shoulder. “I
love you, Benny.”
“I love you too, Ray.”
“Come on, let’s eat,” Ray said, giving Benny a quick
squeeze before letting go.
At Ray’s insistence, Benny sat at the table while Ray
served the food. Benny’s smile grew bigger and bigger
as a fresh green salad, hot dinner rolls and baked
stuffed shells were placed before him. Finally his
glass was filled with sparkling grape juice.
Ray filled Dief’s dinner bowl with a portion of
stuffed shells, then took his seat across from Benny.
“This all smells very good, Ray. Did you get it from
Giordano’s?”
“No,” Ray replied, sounding offended, “it came from
Chez Vecchio.”
“You cooked, too? You prepared all this food?”
“Sure did,” Ray grinned.
Ben opened and closed his mouth a few times, then
managed to say, “Thank you.”
“Hey, only the best for you, Benny,” Ray said.
Benny laughed, and the mood was lightened, and the men
enjoyed their meal as they listened to the Christmas
music playing on the stereo.
After they had finished eating they stacked their
dishes in the sink and ran water over them, leaving
them to soak until morning. Ray moved over to the
stereo and changed the station, and the strains of a
romantic love song drifted into the room.
“May I?” Ray asked, holding out his hand.
“Of course.” Ben walked over and took Ray’s hand, and
they moved into the living room and began dancing.
“You know Benny, it’s actually a very good thing that
we’re not at the Consulate party tonight. If we were,
we wouldn’t be able to dance together. And I sure as
hell wouldn’t be able to do this.” Ray took Benny’s
face in his hands and gave him a kiss.
“No, you wouldn’t,” Benny agreed, sounding slightly
breathless. “And it certainly would be frowned upon
if I did this.”
He cupped his hands over Ray’s buttocks, pulling him
even closer and kissing him again.
“Thank God we’re not at that party,” Ray gasped when
they had finally parted.
“Horribly boring and stuffy affair,” Ben agreed. He
took Ray’s hand and led him over to the bed, where he
quickly removed Ray’s jacket and tie.
“Let’s play a party game,” Ray grinned.
Ben raised an eyebrow at him.
“Let’s see who can take all their clothes off first.”
Ben laughed, and the two men undressed with great
haste, tossing clothes and shoes carelessly aside. In
the end, the race was a virtual tie.
“Do you know any other games we could play?” Ben
asked, trailing a finger down Ray’s chest.
“Yeah. It’s called The horny Detective and the
naughty Mountie.”
Benny burst into laughter, and Ray pushed him onto the
bed, then dropped on top of him. “The only rules to
this game is that there are no rules.”
“Understood.” He wrapped his arms around Ray’s waist
and his legs around Ray’s legs, pulling him into
another kiss.
Ray eagerly returned the kiss, running one hand
through Benny’s hair and stroking his face with the
other. He shifted slightly so his cock came into
contact with Benny’s; and Ben gasped slightly, then
smiled.
Ben shifted his hips, increasing the contact, and Ray
continued moving against Benny, increasing the
friction. The cries and moans of the two men grew
louder and louder, drowning out the music entirely,
until with a last loud cry both men came.
They lay tangled together for a long time, panting
softly. Finally Ben ran a hand over Ray’s shorn,
sweaty, hair, and gave him a kiss on the forehead.
“Ray?”
“Mmmmm?”
“Thank you for my Christmas party.”
The two men lay in bed, wrapped around each other, the
lights of the Christmas tree washing over them.
THE END