Rating: NC-17
Rubbing the Right Way
By the Cloudwalker
A green 1971 Buick Riviera pulled up in front of the Canadian Consulate in Chicago just as Constable Benton Fraser stepped out the front door, heading home at the end of his shift. He smiled at the driver of the classic car, CPD Detective Ray Vecchio, as he opened the door and held the seat forward to let his companion wolf Diefenbaker into the backseat. “Hello, Ray,” he smiled as he slid onto the leather seat. Fraser fastened his seatbelt as Ray pulled away from the curb and pointed the Riv toward the slum where Fraser lived.
“You need to do anything before you go home, Benny? Groceries, dry cleaners, anything like that?”
“No, I don’t have any errands to run tonight, Ray. Thank you kindly.”
Ray glanced at his friend in amazement. While always polite to others, the Mountie seldom thanked Ray for anything. At first that had bothered Ray, until he had come to realize that Fraser used his manners to keep people at arms length. Ray had first noticed that Fraser was seldom mannerly towards Dief, his long time companion, and that he seemed to treat the wolf as an extension of himself. As time went by, Ray began to realize that Fraser treated him the same way, and for some unexamined reason that pleased Ray intensely.
Now Ray knew that if Fraser was being polite to him, it meant that either he was extraordinarily pleased over something, or that he was in a snit. Ray glanced over at the Mountie again, and could detect no trace of an unpleasant mood in his friends bland expression. He decided to test the waters.
“So, Benny, how about I come up to your place when we get there? You know, hang out for a while,” he asked coolly. “That is, if you don’t mind some company.”
“You’re always welcome in my home, Ray.” Fraser looked at his friend with his usual placid expression.
“Good!” Ray grinned, and a moment later parked the Riv in front of 221 West Racine, where Fraser lived in apartment 3J. He followed his friend into the building and up the stairs, the wolf skipping past both men. Ray stopped at the second landing to tie up a loose shoelace, then took the last flight two steps at a time to catch up with his friend.
Fraser opened his apartment door, leaving Ray to close it behind them. He went to his hat block to put his Stetson up for the evening, then went to hang his brown uniform jacket neatly in the closet.
Ray leaned against the door and watched him, thinking about the turn their relationship had taken the last time they had been alone together.
The two men had admitted their attraction for each other a few weeks before, but had wanted to progress slowly. Neither man had been attracted to anyone of his own gender before, nor were they immune to the prevailing social culture which actively discouraged same-sex relationships. They had talked a bit about their feelings, in the halting way that men had, and had agreed upon a ‘wait and see’ policy: they would not rush into a physical relationship, but wait and see if their feelings would wax or wane over time.
Still, they found themselves drawn together physically, as they already were emotionally. They would stand close together while examining evidence, hold hands on stakeouts, kiss goodnight in the darkened hallway outside Fraser’s apartment. Then two days ago, Benny and Ray had been forced to give chase to an armed robber. Ray had run like the wind, outracing even Fraser, and had caught the perp. That evening, Fraser offered to give Ray a rubdown to prevent muscle soreness. The massage had ended in Ray having the most incredible orgasm of his life.
Fraser turned from the closet, rolling up his shirt sleeves as he headed toward the kitchen. “Would you like coffee, Ray?”
“Yeah, thanks, Benny.” He pushed himself away from the door and followed his Mountie. He leaned on his left shoulder against the wall, arms crossed comfortably over his chest.
“I was going to ask how your legs were feeling, until I saw you run up the stairs just now. You must be feeling okay, then?” Fraser finished filling the coffeepot and set it on the flame.
“Oh yeah, Benny. Your massage did wonders for me. Helped my legs, too.” He smiled broadly at Fraser, who walked up to him and put out a hand to caress Ray’s upper arm, blushing at the innuendo.
“I just realized, Ray,” Fraser said, seeming surprised. “It wasn’t quite the full-body massage that I had intended.”
“Sure it was, Benny.”
“There were parts I missed, Ray.” Fraser leaned in to kiss Ray lightly.
“No, I’m pretty sure you massaged everything, Benny.” Ray wrapped his arms loosely around the Canadian’s hips. “And I do mean everything.”
Fraser just smiled infuriatingly. “Well you’re wrong, Ray, and I can prove it to you. Please, sit down here.” He stretched out one long arm to pull a chair away from the tiny table.
“So, you want I should take my clothes off, Benny?” Ray leered.
“That won’t be necessary, Ray.”
“The way you give massages? I think it will.” Ray started to loosen his tie.
“Well, no, Ray, it won’t. Not to massage the parts I missed before.”
“And I’m tellin’ ya, you didn’t miss anything, but I’m willing to let you try again.” Ray had taken off his jacket, and now unbuttoned his shirt sleeves. “This time, why don’t you take your clothes off, too?”
“All right, Ray, if it’ll make you more comfortable.” Fraser shrugged.
“Oh yeah, it will, Benny.” Ray stood with his hands poised to open his shirt buttons and unabashedly watched as the Mountie disrobed quickly and efficiently.
Fraser placed the last item of his clothing on top of the neatly folded pile on the table, and looked up to find Ray still standing with his hands on his top shirt button. “Ray?”
“Sorry, Benny. I got sidetracked.” Ray flushed slightly as he quickly undressed, placing his clothes next to Fraser’s. Benny stood leaning against the kitchen counter, enjoying the view.
“Are you ready now?” a naked Mountie asked an equally naked cop, a trace of sarcasm coloring his voice. He gestured for Ray to sit. Ray sat.
Fraser walked up behind the chair and rested his hands on Ray’s shoulders. He carressed the smooth olive skin, then moved his hands to Ray’s neck.
“I hate to tell ya this, Benny, but you already did that part,” Ray smirked.
“Patience, Ray.” Fraser’s thumbs worked along the tendons that ran up the back of Ray’s long, slender neck.
A deep sigh escaped Ray, and his head lolled forward. Fraser’s fingertips worked into Ray’s close-cropped hair. Soon, his palms were being tickled by the newly-shorn ends. Fraser groaned as he massaged Ray’s scalp.
“Umm, that’s how I feel too, Benny. I guess you were right, there was a part of me that you missed.”
“No apologies necessary,” Fraser said, his voice almost unrecognizable, as low and husky it had become. He bent and began to nuzzle the back of Ray’s head below the bald spot, reveling in the soft texture of the brown hair.
Ray laughed softly. “So, you like the new haircut, Benny? You never said anything.”
“I like it very much, Ray. Watching you rub your hands over your head, as you have done so often since you got it cut… well let’s just say that I’ve wanted it to be my hands on your head. It has been difficult restraining myself.”
“My bald head turns you on?” Ray grinned at the thought.
“Since you ask, I have to say that almost everything about you turns me on, Ray.”
“What, only almost?” Ray laughed self-deprecatingly.
“Give it time, we’ve only just begin to explore each other.”
Fraser’s husky tone was beginning to affect Ray. “Ah, gee, Benny. I love the way you talk to me.”
Fraser moved around the chair to stand in front of Ray, continuing to rub Ray’s scalp.
Ray leaned forward to put his arms around the Mountie’s waist and placed a wet kiss just below his sternum. He trailed his hands down Fraser’s ass cheeks and the backs of his thighs, finally gripping Fraser’s legs just above the knees. “Come on, sit on my lap, Benny,” he urged, tugging on the Mountie’s legs until the man sat straddling him. He ran his hands along the outside of Fraser’s thighs to his ass, and pulled him close, until their balls were nestled together. “Ohh, that feels really nice,” he breathed. “I like what you’re doing with your hands, too,” Ray chuckled as Fraser continued to caress his scalp.
Fraser took advantage of his grip on Ray’s head to guide the cop into a deep soul kiss. Fraser had superior lung capacity, but Ray had learned the trick of breathing through his nose while kissing, so it was Fraser who finally had to break for air. Ray gave him little respite, however, fastening his mouth to Frasers’ and sucking hard.
Soon Fraser broke away again. “Ray, I’m…. Stop a moment, please. I’m quite dizzy.”
“I got ya, I won’t let ya fall, Benny,” the Italian answered, wrapping his arms tightly around the Canadian and kissing him again. Fraser tensed for a moment, then sagged against Ray, ready to take him at his word.
Fraser became aware that his erect penis had become lodged under Ray’s hipbone uncomfortably. He wriggled himself away enough to free it, and it slapped into Ray’s blood-engorged cock, sending a rush of pleasure through both men. Fraser began to rock his hips into Ray’s, building a sweet friction that spiraled higher with each movement.
“Oh, sweet Jesus, that feels good, Benny,” Ray groaned. He let his hands slip down Fraser’s back to caress his ass. Then, greatly daring, he slipped one hand between their bellies to wet his fingers with their pre-cum. Before either of them had time to think about it, he returned it to Fraser’s ass and slipped one fingertip inside.
Fraser moaned shrilly, alarming Ray, who quickly removed his finger. “Oh, Benny, I’m sorry! I’m so sorry.”
“No, Ray, shhh,” Fraser hastened to reassure his friend. “It felt…quite good, actually. Please, do it again.” Fraser snuggled his face into Ray’s neck, and lifted his hips slightly.
With trepidation, Ray did as Fraser asked. “Oh, yes, Ray. Thank you kindly,” Fraser drawled, then kissed Ray, letting his tongue penetrate the cop’s mouth in conscious imitation of the cop’s finger in his ass. Ray pushed his finger in deeper, and was just considering adding a second one, since Benny seemed to be enjoying it, when the wooden chair they were sitting in creaked alarmingly. Both men froze.
“Ray,” Fraser breathed against the cop’s lips. “Bed, Ray.” He backed off Ray’s lap, dislodging the intruding finger, and staggered a bit. His legs didn’t seem to belong to him anymore.
Suddenly Fraser found himself floating in air, having been swept up into Ray’s powerful arms. “I got ya, buddy. I told ya I wouldn’t let ya fall.”
Ray carried the Mountie through the small apartment and into the bedroom. “Get down, Dief.” The wolf sprang off Fraser’s bed, wondering why his packmate couldn’t walk, but not worried since his other packmate seemed to have things under control.
Ray placed Fraser on the bed and stood for a moment, just looking at the beautiful man. With his flushed skin, erect nipples, and rampant, hooded cock, Fraser was the most enticing thing Ray had ever seen. When Fraser grasped his hand and tugged, Ray gladly stretched his length out on top of the Mountie. Their lips met, tongues duelling sensually. They let their hands roam, seeking and finding their most sensitive places. They were soon gasping with lust.
“Ray.” Fraser’s voice was low, husky.
“Yes, Benny?” Ray breathed.
“Ray, “ Fraser groaned.
“Yeah, Benny.” Ray nuzzled Fraser’s strong white neck.
“Ray, would you….?” Fraser fell silent, wriggling his hips suggestively.
“This isn’t a massage anymore, is it, Benny?” It was more statement than question.
“No, Ray.”
“Good.” Ray dragged his hand through their mingled pre-cum again. “That means I can make love to you, right?” He nudged Fraser’s legs open, and gently inserted his finger into Fraser’s rectum again, working it in deep.
“Yes, Ray,” Fraser gasped, opening himself wider. “May I make love to you, as well?”
Ray started thrusting his finger slowly in and out of Fraser’s asshole. “We’re partners. We should share everything, Benny.”
The Canadian just grinned at him, and Ray eased another finger alongside the first. Fraser’s eyes closed in bliss, and soon Ray could hear him humming to himself, tunelessly.
“I’ll get you a radio,” he whispered into Fraser’s ear, then grasped the lobe in his teeth, eliciting a gasp.
“Umm, what you’re doing feels very good, Ray.” Fraser panted. “But please be careful, I don’t want to ejaculate too soon.”
“Why did I know you would talk like that when you were making love?” Ray mock-grumbled.
“Isn’t that the proper term, Ray?”
“Oh, yeah, it is, Benny, but do you gotta be so proper in bed?”
“Well I’m sorry, Ray. Ahhh!” Fraser was startled by the addition of a third finger in his ass, stretching him almost painfully.
“You okay, Benny? Want me to stop?”
“Don’t stop! Just… need a moment to adjust.” The tense expression in his handsome face relaxed. “Ah, there. Much better now.” He wriggled his hips in entreaty. As Ray thrust and twisted his fingers, Benny’s breathing became more and more labored. Ray began thrusting his erection against Fraser’s hip in time with his fingers in Benny’s rectum.
“Ray,” Fraser panted. “Ray, would you… put your… your cock… inside me?”
Ray groaned, Fraser’s words having sent a frisson through him. “I shouldn’t Benny, not with out a condom, and I don’t have any with me.”
“In the trunk, Ray. My father’s trunk. Left over from… well, you know.”
Ray kissed Fraser then, hard. “I love you, Benny. You sure you want me to do this?” Fraser nodded, and Ray gently removed his fingers and climbed off the bed to search for the condoms. Soon he was kneeling on the bed next to Fraser, letting the Mountie roll a ribbed Trojan down his rigid length. He looked up from his latex-covered erection to Benny’s eyes. “Roll over, Benny.”
“No, Ray. I want to see your face.” Fraser pulled his knees up to his chest then let them fall open, leaving the center of his body completely exposed.
Gingerly, Ray moved into position between Fraser’s legs. He looked at the pool of pre-cum Benny’s cock had leaked onto his abdomen, and scooped as much of it as he could get onto his fingers and smeared it onto his latex-covered shaft. He added a dollop of the KY Silk’E he had found with the Trojans, to be sure he wouldn’t hurt Fraser. He coated his shaft liberally, then worked some into Fraser for good measure.
Ray paused and looked deep into Fraser’s eyes. “You ready for this, Benny?”
Fraser’s expression radiated confidence, his love for Ray shining from his eyes. He pulled his knees up to his chest and nodded.
Taking a deep breath, Ray guided himself to Fraser’s puckered opening. As he pressed inward, he whispered, “Hang on, man. If this hurts, you tell me and I’ll stop, okay?”
“It’ll be fine, Ray. You have prepared me well enough, I’m sure.” Just then, Ray’s cockhead slipped through Fraser’s tight sphincter, and the Mountie gasped.
“Benny, are you alright?” Ray asked anxiously. He was concerned by the way
Fraser’s face had flinched, but then Benny’s expression relaxed into a soft
smile as he relaxed his rectal muscles.
“I’m fine, Ray. Give me more. Slowly, please,” Fraser gasped.
Ray pushed into his lover in slow, easy stages until he was buried to the hilt in the tightest, hottest place he had ever penetrated. He took a moment to savor the sensation before pulling out almost completely, then sinking slowly in again. “Oh god, Benny, this is incredible! Are you still okay with this?” At Fraser’s nod, he started stroking a little faster.
“Oh, yes, Ray! That feels wonderful! Better even than I had imagined. Go faster, Ray.” The cop was happy to comply.
Ray almost came when he saw Fraser take a tight grip on his own hard length and begin stroking in time with Ray’s thrusts. Ray varied his speed and was delighted that Fraser’s hand kept pace with the changes. He glanced up at the Mountie’s face and was thrilled at the mixture of lust and concentration he saw there. Suddenly an overwhelming desire to see that beautiful face contorted in orgasm swept over Ray, and he redoubled his efforts.
It was only a moment later when Ray got his wish. He saw Fraser bit his lower lip as hot, thick fluid jetted in strong spurts from his alabaster cock. Ray’s movement faltered as he watched the white blobs fly to land on Fraser’s chest and stomach. When he looked up from the entrancing vision of Fraser’s cum, he discovered a slightly vacant look in the Mountie’s eyes coupled with a beatific smile. Ray felt very proud to have caused the world’s oldest boy scout to become so involved in his own pleasure.
Gradually, awareness returned to Fraser. He looked deeply into Ray’s eyes, and raised his arms to enfold the cop within them. Ray went willingly, meeting Fraser at the lips and thrusting his tongue deep inside the Canadian’s mouth. He thrust his cock into Fraser again, once, twice, and on the third stroke he was cumming harder than he could remember ever experiencing before. He floated in coital bliss, whispering his lover’s name against his lips, Fraser holding him close. Finally, spent, he cuddled into Fraser’s chest, and they both slipped into peaceful slumber.
When Ray awoke again, he was lying on his side, still cuddled close to Fraser. He opened his eyes to see the constable watching him, a small smile playing on his sensual lips. “Hello, Ray.”
“Hiya, Benny. I musta fell asleep. What time is it?”
“I, too slept, Ray, but it’s only been a short time. You could get home in time for dinner, if you wished.”
“Are you trying to run me off, Benny?” Ray frowned.
“Not at all, Ray.” Fraser tightened his hold on his lover. “In fact, I’d be pleased if you would stay.”
“Yeah, Benny. I’d like that, too. I’ll just call Ma so she won’t worry.”
The men lay quietly for a while, petting and stroking each other gently, murmuring endearments, sharing lazy kisses. Suddenly Ray laughed ruefully.
“What’s so funny, Ray?” Fraser asked.
“I was just thinking that I’m glad you’ve finished massaging me, Benny. Maybe I won’t cum so hard when we’re making love from now on. I mean, sex this good too often could kill me.” He smiled to show that he meant it as a compliment.
“Well, you know, Ray, there is still a part of you that I have not massaged.” Fraser replied thoughtfully.
“Oh no, Benny. Do not tell me that. There can’t be anything left. You’ve rubbed everything from my head to my toes. You didn’t miss a thing.”
“Yes, I did, Ray. How about, in the morning, I give you a nice, relaxing facial massage?”
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