SnapShots
by Manna LaDroit
Snap Shot #1
A dark, perfect line soothing down, and down, and finally around a palm-perfect curve. Ray Vecchio, waiting for him.
Oh God.
Sweat, the bare shine of it on smooth, tanned satin. And his muscles were shaking. Ray naked always seemed so impossibly exposed, almost obscenely vulnerable. And yet this was the man who had come to his rescue...how many times?
Benny reached out, his hand so pale as it trailed the warm skin that he thought it might leave a mark, a smudge of chalk. Ray's own hands pressed high against the wall, aiding the arch of his back, the entreaty of his body. And yet still Benny needed words, assurances Ray would drop like rose petals at his feet.
"Do you really want this, Ray?"
Ray moaned, the sound rising around Benny's body in warmth. The shorn head bowed, burying itself in the long, unmoving arms. The words fell, and were gathered, like Ray himself, into Benny's arms.
"Do it, Benny. Fuck me."
Snap Shot No. 2
Ray Vecchio forced himself not to pull the covers to his chest. The door made another noise, closing tight, even though no lock clicked into place, and his mind showed him video to go with the audio of Benny's feet moving inside the dark apartment.
How long had they been building up to this moment? After Benny's little arm-squeeze in the closet while they talked over the Braddock murder, and his own thigh-caress in the car before they got Chinese, and Benny's cheek-kissing maneuver after Sunday dinner at home...after a dozen shared stares and unspoken wishes, this was inevitable.
And yet it suddenly seemed so *crude.* He was *naked* in Benny's bed, Benny's extremely uncomfortable bed. And he didn't pull the covers up.
A dark shape stood now in the doorway to the bedroom, stone-still. No sound of breathing. No sign of acceptance or rejection. He could not speak.
What did Benny see? His too-thin body? His huge nose? His balding head? His cock pressed up tight against his belly? His love in his eyes?
He would have given anything to have Benny speak, and when that dark form moved towards him he would have taken anything from anyone to offer for just a word, just the slightest reassurance that Benny wanted this.
But instead a brief, warm, hesitant kiss alighted on his lips, and a hand caressed his chest. And Benny's Mountie-issue scent tickled his nose.
Ray Vecchio smiled into the darkness and relaxed into a pair of exquisitely warm arms. Benny was right. There was no need for words.
Snapshot #3
Benton Fraser steadied his weight as best he could atop the roof of the train, rocking along with the car beneath his feet, determined to follow wherever Ray Vecchio would lead.
He looked ahead to his friend, finding his balance with the sight of that long, lean body, itself moving in perfect counter-rhythm to the train's motion, never mind that Ray was taller than Benny himself. The sunlight moved around the outlines of Ray's form like a soft underline, inviting undisciplined eyes to notice the way his muscles could be seen under the thin, soft fabric of his suit as the wind pressed the material to his body. The golden light caught as well in his shorn hair, like a halo, and in his green eyes as they looked back, checking, always checking to make sure his friend was all right.
*Green suits you,* he couldn't help thinking, wishing only for the courage to say the words aloud.
He was alarmed to realize something must be showing in his face. Ray stood there now as if frozen, green eyes betraying alarm.
"You okay, Benny?" Ray called.
Fraser took a step forward, then another, unaware of the sun and breeze in his own hair, flushing his cheeks, turning his eyes blue-bright.
He found himself standing now right before Ray, their bodies rocking together just a bit as the train proved an unstable foundation for their own narrowing universe.
Ray was looking into his eyes now, and he was lost. His arms went around his friend's body, warm even against the cool wind from the movement of the train through mountain air, and pressed him close.
They kissed, and it was all simple, perfect sensation. When Ray's mouth opened under the light pressure of his tongue, Benny thought he might faint. When Ray's arms went around his shoulders, he thought he might fly.
Unnoticed by either man, a crossing passed by overhead, neatly slicing off the top of Benny's Stetson, and perhaps taking off the top of just a few bristle-soft hairs.
They continued to kiss. Hours could have passed. Certainly miles did pass beneath their feet as they rushed forward to possible destruction.
They thought of the train's destination together, and nothing short of that thought could have ended that kiss.
They pulled back, but not out of each other's arms. Both looked into a pair of loving eyes. Both smiled. Both knew.
"After we save the world, Benny?" Ray whispered.
"Yes, thank you kindly, Ray."
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