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Constable Benton Fraser sighed and rubbed his eyebrow
absently. His sore back was complaining, and his head
seemed to be throbbing in pain, as he put away the few
last items that needed to be put away before he headed
home. As Ben moved around, the Consulate was quiet,
not an unusual circumstance considering it was a
little after 1:30 a.m. The reception at the Hilton
Towers for a few foreign delegations had been a
success.
Ben knew, of course, that much of his current foul
mood had nothing to do with his exhaustion due to his
dedication to the success of the banquet. Lately he
was having a hard time controlling his feelings
towards his partner Ray Vecchio. It was getting hard
to be around Ray, to watch his fluid motion, to scent
his natural odours, to feel his energy...
Dealing with romantic feelings was not something his
family had taught him, lest when those feeling were
focused on a loud, brash, sexy Italian Catholic cop.
Ben was sure Ray did not return those feelings. That
unrequited love broke Ben's heart, but intellectually
he accepted his situation. Ben was sure that revealing
the way he felt would cost him their friendship. That
was something he could not accept. So he would shut up
and carry on as if those feelings never existed.
Normally Ben was able to act as such. Lately, however
the Mountie was overwhelmed, and the situation was
getting totally out of hand. The Canadian was having a
hard time focusing on his job, and this was not
improving his professional relationship with Inspector
Thatcher, either. He had been reprimanded at least
three times last week. Fortunately, the banquet's
success might cut him some slack with his stern
superior officer.
If Ben let his mind wonder, his every waking thought
was about Ray. In one too many occasions his body
would embarrass him in sentry duty, and he would rush
inside the Consulate after his hour had ended to
relieve himself in the most embarrassing way. His mind
held no images other than Ray's face, or his beautiful
hands, the elegant fingers, those full lips, the
aristocratic and never ending neck, so inviting...
At night, of course, things only tended to get worse.
Laying on his cot, eyes closed, Ben indulged his
imagination on the fullest mode, figuring how would it
feel to have those hands on his chest, those lips on
his lips, those fingers on his hair as Ray run his
tongue on the outside of his ear shell...
Unsurprisingly enough, the Mountie was having a lot of
trouble getting some sleep these last days.
Ben chided himself for the lack of control. He tried
to concentrate on the friendship, so that he could try
to stop those thoughts from plaguing him in such
insistent way. He even thought of telling himself over
and over that his feelings would not find echo in Ray
and that his Italian friend probably would never
consider a relationship with another man. Such
circumstance would sure terminate their friendship and
that would kill Ben. A distant and inaccessible Ray
was better than no Ray at all. His problem was
convincing his body.
After fulfilling the last of his obligations, Ben
turned off the lamp at the Consulate's front desk and
sighed again. Time to go home. Alone. Not even
Diefenbaker was there. He chose to spend some time
with his friend Willie Lambert. The ingrate. Ben was
inclined to believe Diefenbaker's absence was due to
his current mood.
Maybe that night alone would help Ben cheer up a tad.
The next day would be a Saturday, and since it was his
day off, he could indulge a little and sleep in.
Oblivion could mitigate his pain a bit.
Ben locked the front door and glanced at the corner
automatically, even though there was no chance of a
green Buick Riviera was parked at the usual spot at
that time of night. Then his heart raced. There was
a green Buick Riviera parked at its usual spot. As if
it was waiting for him to come out. Could it be only
his imagination?
Great Scott, now I am seeing things.
The Mountie rubbed his eyes as if to dispel the
apparition, but the familiar vehicle was still there.
Ben approached it with weary steps.
"Ray?"
A weak smile. "Hi Benny."
In the faint light of the street, Ben could see Ray
was wearing his grey-pearl suit, the one that enhanced
his green eyes. The Canadian tried to contain his
heart inside his chest. "What are you doing here,
Ray?"
"I went to the Hilton, but the reception was over.
Then I went to your flea trap - sorry, your apartment,
- and it was empty, so I figured you might be here. It
was just a guess." A shrug from beautifully
articulated shoulders.
"It was a good guess, Ray, but you still haven't told
me why you are here."
"I came to drive you home."
"It was very considerate of you, but I still..."
"Will you just come inside, Frasier?"
"Understood."
Ben slid to the front seat, and kept his hands on his
lap, missing the Stetson. He was not wearing the hat
for it was a gala night, but it usually helped him
keep his hands busy. That moment, however, his mind
was filled with other things. Precisely, it was filled
with the things Ray was not telling him.
The Riv glided silently through deserted streets of
Chicago until Ben asked, "Are you alright, Ray?"
"I am fine, Fraser", and everything indicated he was
not alright.
Nothing more was said during the entire trip to West
Racine. It was in sepulchral silence that Ray killed
the Riv's engine in the front of the building, as Ben
invited, "Would you like to come up, Ray?"
"Sure."
They climbed the stairs in silence and Ben let Ray
inside. The Italian slumped with a sigh on a chair as
Ben put the kettle on the stove. "Don't you want to
talk, Ray?"
The cop raised his head to look at Ben, then smiled.
Ben almost melted at the sport. Those huge green eyes
were filled with a myriad of emotions, and in them
there was pain, fear and gratitude. "I had a date,
Fraser."
The Canadian quickly hid his surprise. "Really?" His
voice came out slightly altered. Ben did his best to
hide his pain to realise that some woman could be
having everything he really wanted to be happy: Ray's
smiles, Ray's charm, Ray's unique aura...
"It was such a lousy date, Benny."
"I am sorry, Ray". Liar!
The kettle boiled, and Ben busied himself for some
minutes making coffee. It was fine coffee, very fancy,
coming all the way from South America or Indonesia. He
never had any. He only had coffee in his apartment
because Ray liked it.
"There was no reason for things to go so bad, you
know." Ray sighed, misery plain in his face. "I
pestered her for months. Valerie is such a cute girl,
legs that go on forever... You know her; she is the
secretary at the assistant DA's office near the South
Side. Anyway, I took her to a nice cosy restaurant,
and I tried to charm her, you know?"
Ben nodded, his acute hearing not missing the despair
in Ray's voice. There was anger in it, too. "Then I
looked at her, Benny, I looked at her and I saw her. I
mean, I really saw her. I felt a heel. The poor girl
sure had a family somewhere, and all I was thinking
was of lewd things to do to her. I was treating her
like a hooker, wanting nothing more than get laid."
A tear rolled down his face, and Ben felt his heart
breaking for Ray's pain. "I began to feel
uncomfortable. I was there with a calculated goal. It
was like a mission: take her to bed. That was my only
goal. After that, of course, I would discard her like
a worn-out object."
"Ray, you would never do that."
Ray's head was down, as if he was defeated in some
sort of competition. "Yes, I would, Benny. Yes I
would. And that is the tragedy. Until I realised what
was going on, I was sure that I would do it. When I
came to my senses and what I was about to do, I felt
uncomfortable. Something was bothering me, and I could
not place it."
A cup of coffee was offered, aristocratic hands took
it, the head never came up. The words flowed away. "At
that time, I was pretending to be someone I don't
like: a real scumbag who wanted to get lucky. Poor
Val. She did not deserve that. As I tried to feel
better, Fraser, I realised that Val was not what I
wanted." He sighed, shook the head. "It has been along
time since I last had a date, Fraser. We hang out a
lot, and I don't have been hanging around with girls
as much I used to. But I realised then that I wanted a
different kind of date. I wanted to be on a date that
I could be myself, that I could be at ease. Carefree,
you know? "
A tear spilled inside his cup of coffee. For the first
time, Ray's voice cracked. "I realised then that I was
only at ease with you, Benny. You were the only one I
wanted to be with, the only one that makes me feel
good with myself. I don't have to pretend with you.
But maybe that is what I have to do from now on."
Fraser felt his heart speeding up. "I don't
understand, Ray -"
"I think I love you, Fraser." It was whispered, a
confession with fear and honesty. "You probably don't
want to hear this, but I have to tell you anyway. God
help me because I love you and I don't want any more
dates. I only want you, and now I am gonna spend the
rest of my life unhappy because either you are gonna
beat the hell out of me and kick me out of your place
right now or you will just leave me and my lewd and
lustful feelings for you alone forever or you may even
threaten to get your wolf to tear my throat out
because you are disgusted of me and -"
Ray stopped, because his name was being called over
and over, softly.
"Ray, Ray, no. Stop it, Ray."
There was silence. Ray stifled a sob, his eyes closed
so the tears would not fall in the coffee again. Time
stood still. Then Ben finally could set his muscles in
action, overwhelmed in emotion, his eyes also filled
with tears and hope and love, but Ray never saw it,
because he backed off when he heard Ben moving. The
Italian was certain his friend was so disgusted that
he would throw him out at any second. Ray could not
contain his tears anymore, and his heart ached so much
that all he wanted to do was escape Ben's presence.
"I am sorry I let you down, Benny. I will leave."
The Mountie finally trapped Ray in his arms. "No!" He
held the Italian hard in his arms. "No. I will never
let you go, Ray."
There was a fog in the Italian's brain for a second.
"What?"
Ben used two fingers to lift Ray's chin and make their
eyes meet. Then his voice came out slowly and softly,
every word pronounced meticulously. "I said I will
never let you go, Ray. What I meant to say was I love
you, too."
Blue eyes met green ones, the first pair filled with
reassurance and love, and the second one filled with
tears and confusion. Ray backed off a little, but Ben
never let him go from his arms. "Benny, you... Are you
sure?"
Ben almost laughed, but he just smiled. "Yes, Ray, I
am quite sure. I have been sure for a while now."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"And you... I mean, you..."
Ben rested one of his hands in Ray's chest while the
other was still around the cop's waist. "Ray, I love
you. I can't get my mind off you. Now that I know you
feel the same, I will never let you go."
A lot more tears leaked from Ray's eyes as he saw the
determination in Ben's lovely face. "Oh, God, it's
true. You love me."
"Yes, Ray."
"And I am not dreaming."
"No, Ray, you are not."
More tears. Happy tears. "But it feels like a dream,
Benny. I never realised...that you were... I mean...
you don't show that you are... you are... you know..."
"Gay?"
"Yes". Ray had to take a deep breath, wipe the tears
and take courage. "Because let me tell you, Benny, I
sure did not know I was one either, until I realised I
was in love with you."
"Ray, I am not worried about being gay or not. I don't
even think about it. All I think about is you."
There was a lovely smile, and Ray was once more moved
to tears. Ben held him, and he supported his friend as
he sobbed for a few minutes. Suddenly, he pulled back.
"Awl, jeez, Benny, I am sorry! This is your good red
serge tunic."
"It is quite alright, Ray. Don't worry. Come here."
He tried to guide Ray to bed, and the Italian felt his
knees buckle, halting suddenly. "Benny... I don't
think... I mean, I don't..."
Ben looked questioningly at him, then realised what
his friend was reticent about. "Ray, I am trying to
make you get some sleep. I have nothing but honourable
intentions."
"Good, because... all this is so new to me, Ben, and I
am so scared. I couldn't handle a lot of stuff right
now."
The fragility and vulnerability Ray showed brought Ben
to hold him tight and say, "It is alright, Ray.
Everything will be alright."
Ben managed to bring the exhausted cop to his bed,
taking his suit and tucking him in. Then he turned the
light off and went to Ray looked up and asked, "Benny,
please don't go."
"I am not going anywhere."
Green eyes flickered in the dark and suddenly Ray
looked 10 years old. "I mean, stay with me. Please?"
"Of course. I just need to stop in the bathroom, OK?"
A few minutes later, Ben was in his red long johns and
Ray was sound asleep in Ben's bed. The Mountie smiled,
thinking how long he wanted to get Ray to his bed, but
the circumstances were not what he dreamt. So he just
chuckled and slid under the covers carefully not to
wake up Ray. The cop mumbled something in his sleep
and attached himself to Ben, seeking warmth and
comfort. Ray's head naturally rested in Ben's chest,
the Canadian heartbeat a reassuring sound. Ben smiled,
glad to have Ray in his arms, and settled himself to
sleep.
For a short while, it worked.
Ray yelped and sat up in bed, panting. Ben raised
immediately, still groggy from sleep.
"Ray?"
"I had a dream, Ben."
"A dream".
"I dreamt I was in love with you, and you were in love
with me, all because I had a lousy date with a
secretary."
"Ray."
"Yeah?"
"That was not a dream."
"Not?"
"Not."
"Good."
"Good?"
"Yes. Because the dream went on, and then we were...
you know... we were together in bed."
"Ray, we are together in bed."
"I mean that we were together together in bed, Benny."
"Oh." Then Ben realised what he meant and blushed.
"Ooh."
"Yeah. And that part was a dream, right, Benny?"
"Yes, Ray, that part was a dream."
"Oh." A pause. Low voice. "Benny, I had another
epiphany."
"Another one?"
"I don't want that part to be a dream. I love you,
Benny. I want you." A wicked gleam was in his eyes.
"Do you want me?"
Ben felt his insides turning alive below the
waistline. "Yes, Ray, very much."
Ray turned to him. "I am glad you do, Benny."
"Not half as I am."
**
Then he pulled Ray towards him, and their lips met. It
was a soft touch at first, and their eyes were opened.
Ben could barely feel the softness of Ray's lips, the
warmth of his skin. The second time was a little
longer and they just touched, until the Italian parted
his lips, and Ben did not waste time to gently push
his tongue inside his mouth.
To Ray, it was a whole other dimension. The feeling of
that Canadian tongue all inside his mouth, warm,
probing and gentle, was too much to bear, and his body
began to get the idea. To Ben, it was everything he
had always imagined. Ray's lips were sweet and tender,
and his mouth was a furnace of delights. Impossible
for one not to get burned.
Ray could not tell for sure how everything happened,
but suddenly he was on Ben's arms, their bodies
touching, bringing him pleasure in ways he had never
thought possible. Ben opened his lips, receiving Ray's
tongue, feeling the sweetness increase by tons. His
hands began to roam on Ray's slender back, pulling him
closer as if it was possible to crawl under the
Italian's skin. But that wonderful skin was covered,
and so his fingers went to the buttons of the fancy
shirt, as his lips wondered from those lips to the
succulent side of the elegant neck.
Ray shuddered violently, panting, and began to return
the favour. The long johns demanded a bit of effort,
but the minute they were bare-chested, there was more
kissing, and the temperature in the room began to
rise. Ben revelled in Ray's body, his lips travelling
in his chest, then stopping in one nipple. The small
nub hardened when his tongue lapped over it, and Ray
gasped. "Oh, Benny..."
Ben wished he could answer, but he'd rather pay some
more attention to Ray's other nipple at the same time
he shifted Ray's body a little, so he was on the top.
Then his mouth went down to that extraordinarily
beautiful belly. Ray's body was trembling, and Ben
gently opened the belt buckle. The trembling worsened.
Ben forced himself to say, "Ray... If you don't want
this..." If you don't want this I will die, was his
thought.
"Benny, please. Don't stop."
Grinning, Ben went back to his task, kissing Ray's
belly and taking off his pants and briefs. Apparently
in slow motion, the strained beautiful Italian penis
leapt out from its clothing confinements and stared at
Ben right in the face. He tried to do something,
anything, but for a moment, he was in shock, staring
back at it. The Canadian felt his own member hardening
even more just from staring at that exquisite portion
of Ray's anatomy.
Suddenly, Ben felt hands grabbing his arms and pulling
him up, and Ray was fumbling with the long johns,
gasping. "Benny, please, please."
The Italian only seemed to return to a healthy
breathing when Ben was rid of his last piece of
clothing - the starched white boxers. Then Ray seemed
to forget how to breathe. Or talk. Never, in his
entire life, had Ray seen a more beautiful body. The
pale skin, the irreproachable curves, the flawless
lines. Such Canadian design was only found once in a
lifetime. And, apparently, it was all his.
Ben looked at Ray staring at him, and for a moment he
feared Ray was having second thoughts. God, let that
not be so. Ray raised his head and looked at his
lover. All Ben's doubts crumbled in pieces. Ben felt
his soul melting at the sight of the smile Ray cast at
him, and thrust himself in trusting Italian arms,
heart exploding with happiness to know Ray wanted him
as much as he wanted him. They kissed again, their
passion fuelled by the skin contact and basic
instincts took over.
Cock touching cock, hips thrusting against hips, Ben
and Ray soared in passion and desire. Ben never knew
there could be so much need. Ray never knew he could
want someone this bad. Both never felt so complete.
Completion, actually, was just a few thrusts away. Ben
could feel the pressure building in his groin. It was
a familiar sensation, and one that was totally
different, too. This time it was not a mere function
oft he body. It was Ray with him, and they were both
connecting in a deeper level. His breath quickened,
and he knew he would not last long.
So he stopped.
Ray whimpered when the motion ceased. "Benny..."
"Too soon, Ray", Ben tried to catch his breath. "It
must last longer."
"No!" Ray pulled him against his body. "No, please,
Benny. I need this. I need to feel you with me.
Please, Benny." He nuzzled the Canadian's neck and
licked it all over. "I need to come, and I need to see
you come."
There was some sort of desperation in Ray's voice, and
Ben could feel the other man's need for reassurance.
How could he deny any request from his Ray? "Yes Ray."
"Please, Benny". Ray's hips were already moving
forward, seeking contact. "Please. Let's do it."
Ben manoeuvred once more to have their groins
together, and Ray hissed at the renewed contact. The
sound excited the Mountie, and the grinding restarted
in almost frantic levels, and their limbs intertwined
even tighter than before. Hard flesh against hard
flesh, forehead against forehead, a multitude of
textures, the heat climbing, and there was no room for
rational thought, only the savouring of sensations.
"Oh, Benny..."
"Ray, Ray..."
Ben felt the world spinning out of its axis for a
second and this groin exploded, spilling hot fluid in
Ray's belly at the same time his throat emitted an
unarticulated sound. In seconds, it was Ray turn to
shower Ben's stomach with his juices. The Italian let
his body limp against Ben, trying to recover his
breath and the sensation of landing after such a high
flight.
The Mountie was still busy trying to learn how to
breathe again, maybe think, too. His heart was racing
from more than merely physical exertion. Making love
to Ray was much more than he had ever imagined in
those long and lonely nights. It made him feel in a
way he never thought possible.
In automatic movements, Ben disentangled himself from
Ray's long limbs and brought a washcloth and began to
carefully clean them both. Even his gentle movement
woke Ray up from his light doze. The Italian smiled
and placed his hand in Ben's hand, put the washcloth
away, then pulled the Canadian towards him to make
their lips meet again. Surfacing for air, Ray faced
his beautiful Benny and smiled. "I am so happy,
Benny."
The Canadian searched the cop's face. Ray's emotional
state seemed to have changed from the insecurity he
had shown moments earlier. "Are you OK, Ray?"
The smile on such Italian face was priceless, and
Benny felt his heart racing. "Like a million bucks. I
am still having a hard time believing this is not a
dream, but other than that, I am swell, Benny boy."
"I am also overwhelmed, Ray. I never thought this
could be possible."
"I had never imagined, Benny. Why didn't you say
anything?"
Ben could not help to blush. "I was afraid to
jeopardise our friendship, Ray. It is very important
to me. Even now, I am afraid that we could not be
friends anymore, since we are lovers."
"What?!" Ray's reaction was a little bit more than Ben
expected. "Benny, we will never stop being friends. We
love each other a long time, and now we took this love
a little further, that's all." He searched the
sapphire eyes, solemn in his own way. "At least that
is how I feel."
Ben felt tears pricking. "I... I couldn't live without
you, Ray. Hiding my love from you was killing me."
Ray held him tight, feeling his Canadian heart racing
against his. "I am sorry, baby, I am so sorry. I was
stupid, I should have seen it."
"But Ray," Ben quickly wiped a few tears that insisted
on leaking from eyes, "you did not know how you felt."
There was a small chuckle on Ray's lips, a faint blush
and he slid his fingers through the thick Canadian
dark hair. "Benny, maybe I was just scared I could not
see what was right in front of me. Blind, you know?
But now I can see."
Ben gave him one of his most prized smiles, that type
that could beam away. "You look so much more relaxed
now. When you showed up at the Consulate, you seemed
to be angry."
"Not only that, Benny. I was also frustrated. And
terrified by the fact that this could have been the
last time I saw you. I was facing a lifetime of pain
and loneliness ahead of me, Benny. Because without
you, my life would be over and it would not have been
fair."
For a moment, they just stood there, holding each
other, inhaling their scents, feeling warmth and love
surrounding their embrace. The room was silent, the
noises from the street distant and oblivious to the
new lovers.
Ben began to feel his heart racing again. He started
to place little tender kisses on the Italian
delectable neck, each time whispering the name of his
beloved. "Ray. Ray. Ray."
"Hmm?"
"Ray, please. I'd like", more kisses, now coming to
his chest, "to ask you something."
Ray sensed his breath quickening. "Ask away, Benny.
Just don't stop what you're doing."
Ben was already down Ray's belly enough to reach his
navel. "Ray... I need you to claim me..."
The tingling in Ray's groin increased remarkably and
his voice almost faltered. "Benny... I am not sure I
understood what you mean."
"Ray..." The Italian looked down and his lower belly
seemed to catch fire. Benny had stopped all activities
and rested his head on Ray's hip to look up at his
amazing lover. The expression in his face, the sparkle
in his eyes now tinted as midnight blue, made Ray melt
and shiver all over. "Make love to me."
The Italian forgot how to breathe, head spinning.
"Benny... Are you saying...? Geez, Benny, I... I
just..."
"Please, Ray". Big-eyed Mountie look, full mode, now.
"I really need this. It is totally imperative that I
feel our connection in the deepest level possible. And
I can't think of anything deeper than this."
"I just don't want to hurt you, Benny. You know I have
never done it before."
"I have not either, Ray. But I have... imagined it,
and it was not... totally unpleasant..."
That rocked the boat for Ray. "You have imagined? As
in, like, you had a fantasy with me?"
"Of course I had fantasies about you, Ray" Benny
blushed beautifully. "I never thought I would be like
we are now, so I had to imagine. Besides... you are
such a good subject for fantasies..."
"Oh, Benny, you keep talking like this, and we might
be here all night long."
"As long as you are inside me, Ray", Benny still
blushed, but he was panting, his body shivering in
anticipation. "Ray, please. You don't have to do this
if you don't want."
"Are you kidding?" The Italian pulled him into his
arms. "I am excited just to think about it."
"Ray...."
Ben searched Ray's eyes, and saw nothing but desire
there, and that sight sent fire through his veins. He
kissed his Ray deeply, and moved his hand down his
flat belly, until he reached the other man's penis.
The mere touch made Ray cry out in pleasure. Ben used
his fingers in the head, gathering some pre-cum from
the slit. Instinctively, Ray was bucking his hips,
moaning. Excited, Ben knew that only pre-cum was not
lubrication enough, so he jumped up, and just said, "I
will be right back".
Ray whimpered loudly at the sudden loss, but opened a
smile when he saw Ben coming back with a small bottle
of olive oil. The Canadian brushed his lips and asked,
"So you are sure?"
"Yes, Benny." Green eyes met pleading blue ones,
shining with lust. Ray wished he could freeze that
image, because he had never seen such passion in
Fraser's face. Ben still had the olive oil and Ray put
his hand over Ben's to take the bottle from him. They
were both shaking.
Ray sat up and Ben lay down quietly, their breath
breaking the silence in the bedroom. The cop gingerly
spread the liquid in his hands and looked at Benny,
laying in his side, looking over his shoulder to keep
eye contact with Ray. Their gaze locked.
Then Ray shook his head and sighed. "No, Benny. I am
sorry. I can't - I just..."
Ray was backing out. Deep disappointment hit the
Mountie as a ton of rocks. But he instantly recovered,
thinking of how Ray should be hurting. He sat up and
took Ray in his arms, rushing to reassure him. "Ray,
it is OK. I said you don't have to do this -"
But Ray struggled and got free from Ben's arms. "No, I
meant I can't do it without looking at you. I need to
see you. I won't do it from behind you, OK? I am just
afraid to hurt you, Benny. I know this is the safest
way for the first time, but I wanted to do it face to
face. What do you say?"
It took precisely six seconds till Ben realised what
Ray meant. Relieved for another five seconds, he
smiled, thoroughly moved by Ray's concern. Ben was
having a hard time controlling his deep emotion,
feeling as if his heart would burst from sheer love to
Ray. The Mountie used the back of his hand to gently
caress his lover's face and tried his best no to
choke. "I say... I love you more than anything in my
life. And I want you to have me any way you want."
Ray thrust his tongue inside Ben's mouth and breathed,
"I love you, too, you crazy Mountie. Now I want to
make love to you."
His oily hand sneaked to Ben's gorged member, and the
Canadian gasped at the touch. "Like this, Benny?"
He began gently tugging his balls, and leaning towards
him, using his body to make his lover lay down on his
back without taking his lips from Ben's. "Ray...",
sighed Ben.
"Shh, Benny... let me make love to you."
"Yes, Ray."
Now the oily finger was stroking his perineum, and Ben
sensed part of his brain melting away. A very large
part of his brain. "Make me yours..."
Ray positioned in between Ben's thighs and looked once
more at the perfect Canadian designed being offered to
him. "You are so beautiful, Benny." He leaned to kiss
him once more and began to use the tip of his oily
finger to tease Ben's tight opening. Ben moaned
loudly, and it was muffled because Ray had not release
his lips.
Gently, lovingly, the digit was dipped inside Ben's
body. He spread his legs, easily accepting the
intrusion, feeling in and out movements, trying to
suck some air the minute Ray let his lips go. The
Italian was lost in such beauty, and he moved the
other hand to massage Ben's balls. The second finger
was added, and then Ben gasped loudly. "Ray, Ray. Now,
Ray, please."
Never one to deny any of Benny's request, Ray used his
oily hand to lube up his own cock, and positioned
himself. "Ready, Benny?"
"Please!"
This was as close as begging as Ben could ever
remember in his life. Ray guided his cock to the tight
orifice and gasped as it made its way gently through
the tight tunnel. Ben moaned even louder at the
sensation of Ray joining him, filling him, sharing
him. "Oh, dear!"
"Benny, are you OK?" Ray's voice was filled with
concern and he stopped. "It if hurts, just let me
know".
"It feels so good, Ray", he whispered. "It's just...so
much better than anything I ever imagined."
"Oh, God, Benny," Ray kept on feeding him more and
more of his cock until he was buried deep in Ben,
tightness and heat enveloping him as he had never felt
before. Then Ray retreated slowly to re-enter with
more vigour, sending cascades of pleasure through
Ben's and his body. They moaned together, Ben shutting
his eyes tightly. Ray repeated the slow invasion
motion once, then twice, and the thrusts were more
insistent, and Ben was in another dimension.
But the minute Ray took hold of his cock and began to
pump it in synch with his thrusts, Benton Fraser
realised he was a lost man. Lost to the love of his
Ray, so much more than a friend and a lover. He was
totally committed, there was no turning back, now. All
this swirled around his heart as his body was swept
through heavenly sensations. The rhythm grew faster,
the thrusts stronger.
Ben opened his eyes to the most exquisite vision. Ray
was intent on bringing him pleasure, eyes closed, his
whole face expressing his rapture as he plunged his
dark Italian penis in and out of Ben's body. There was
a glow of sweat in his balding head, a different
shadow the way the light hit his furry lean chest...
And when Ray managed to hit his prostate, Ben arched
his whole body and cried out, in a long and hard
orgasm that made him ejaculate all over his own
stomach as well as Ray's hand.
Feeling Fraser's body tightening around him, Ray could
feel the unstoppable explosion ripping through his
veins and he wailed, "Benny!!!!!", as he released his
seed inside his lover's trembling body.
Ray fell on the top of Ben's body, his muscles
weighing as lead and his lungs craving for air. Ben
was not in better shape.
When Ray regained possession of his senses, he felt
Benny's warmth underneath him, and could not resist
the impulse to kiss that smooth skin. The Canadian had
his eyes closed, his breath slowly returning to
normal, his head spinning.
"Ray... I never felt anything like this before."
"Oh, Benny." He kept on kissing the broad Canadian
chest. "Benny, I am so happy."
Ben wrapped his arms around Ray possessively. "I am
yours forever, Ray. You have to keep me now."
"I will, Benny. As long as you promise me something."
"What is it?"
Green solemn eyes stared into his blue ones. "Never
let me go. I will never want to go, but please Benny
don't let it ever happen, OK? Because now I know that
I can't live without you."
Ben produced one of his sweetest smiles and tried to
reassure his new lover. "I cannot live without you
either, Ray, so don't worry. This will never happen."
Then Ben looked deep in Ray's eyes, and his face grew
all-solemn as his voice changed. "This is a promise.
Word from a Mountie."
"And Mounties never break a promise, don't they,
Benny?"
"Never. We keep out promises with our life, Ray."
Ray sighed, contented. "Good. I love you, Benny."
"I love you, Ray."
They smiled at each other, then kissed deeply. Ray
could feel all his emotional knots dissolving and he
rested his head on Ben's broad chest.
They smiled at each other, then kissed deeply. Ray
could feel all his emotional knots dissolving and he
rested his head on Ben's broad chest, relaxed and
satisfied. The cop could feel his body slipping into
sleep, and struggled. Ben cradled his head and said,
"Get some rest, Ray."
Ray laughed softly. "I feel so tired and so wired up
at the same time, Benny. I want to make love again,
but I am too chewed up. Yet I think it is a waste to
sleep having you all to me."
It was Ben's turn to laugh. "Yes, I feel the same way.
After waiting so long to have you here, it feels like
a waste to rest. But it is quite late. We are both
tired. We can sleep in tomorrow."
Ray snuggled up to Ben, his body relaxed and his voice
was slurry. "That is what I love about you, Benny. You
keep taking care of me."
Ben kissed his forehead gently. "That is what I do
best, Ray. And I intend to keep doing it, if you don't
mind."
"No, I don't mind at all, Benny." Ray closed his eyes,
feeling sleep creeping in. "'Cept when you toss me
into garbage cans... ruin my suits..."
"Go to sleep, Ray."
Definitely a mumble. "Love ya, Benny."
"I love you too, Ray."
The End
Title: A Lousy Date
Author: Pita Patter
Archive: sure, anywhere just let me know, please.
Pairing: Fraser/Vecchio
Rating: NC-17, graphic stuff, not much of a plot.
Teaser: Ray's date turns out bad. In so, it turns out
good.
Disclaimer: Characters are Alliance's, yadda yadda
yadda. Big sigh.