20/20
by Shannon McKinnon

Ben looked up from the book he was reading and glanced at his lover. They had finished dinner about two hours ago, and they were now in the living room. Benny was relaxing in the easy chair reading, but Ray was hard at work, trying to pull together a report for work. He was seated on the floor in front of the coffee table, notes and files and other assorted papers scattered across the table's surface.

As Ben watched, Ray dropped his pen onto the table and squeezed his eyes shut, pinching the bridge of his nose. He then placed his elbows on the table and rested his face in his hands, rubbing his eyes. After a moment he leaned back against the couch, massaging his temples.

"You have a headache, Ray?" Ben asked quietly.

Ray started slightly. "Yeah."

"Another one?"

"Yup." Ray picked up his pen again, and Ben stood up and moved over to the couch. Taking the pen from Ray's hand, Ben dropped it onto the table. "Benny!"

Ben sat down on the sofa and pulled Ray back to lean against his legs. "You can finish that report tomorrow."

"Benny, I-"

"Sssssh," Ben said. He began massaging Ray's shoulders, and Ray's protest trailed off into a sigh.

"Do you need some aspirin?"

"No, just keep doing that."

Ben smiled. "With pleasure." He continued massaging Ray's shoulders for a few minutes, then he slid down to the end cushion and pulled Ray up next to him. "Lie down, love," Ben said quietly, pulling Ray's head and shoulders into his lap.

Ray sighed happily, and Ben began to massage his temples. "You know Benny, this is almost worth getting a headache."

Ben smiled. "Actually Ray, I'd be happy to do this any time at all."

"Oh, I'll have to remember that," Ray said. He winced slightly and started rubbing his eyes.

"Are your eyes bothering you again?" Ben asked, gently stroking Ray's forehead.

"Yeah."

Ben frowned. "Ray, I really think you should go and visit the eye doctor."

"I don't need glasses, Benny!"

"Ray, it wouldn't hurt to go and get your eyes checked, just to be safe. You get headaches every time you do paperwork or read anything lately. And I've seen you squinting when you're trying to read."

"That doesn't mean anything Benny. I've had lots of paperwork lately, my eyes are probably just tired."

"I have that much paperwork every day, Ray; and I don't get headaches or eyestrain."

"Well I guess I'm just not Super Mountie," Ray snapped.

"I didn't mean it like that," Ben said.

Ray looked up at Ben and saw the hurt expression on his face. "I know you didn't, baby," he said; reaching up to caress Ben's cheek. Ben smiled at him and leaned down for a quick kiss.

"I just think you should get your eyes checked, Ray. It's not a sign of weakness, or your advancing old age. It just means that you might need a little help with your vision."

Ray looked up at him with narrowed eyes. "Are you laughing at me?"

"No Ray. Of course not."

"You are! You're laughing at me!"

"Well Ray, I-"

"I guess there's only one way to shut you up," Ray said, pulling him down into another kiss. Benny willingly shut up.

Ben sat in the waiting room, trying hard to be interested in a year and a half old issue of Islands magazine. He had taken the afternoon off to go to lunch with Ray and then accompany him on his visit to the eye doctor. Ray had gone in for his exam about twenty minutes ago. Ben grinned slightly as he wondered how Ray was faring.

The door to the exam room opened and Ray stepped through, holding a prescription note. "I need glasses," he told Benny; in much the same tone as he would have said "I need a kidney transplant."

"It's all right, Ray," Ben said, walking over to him and placing a hand on his shoulder.

"I only need them for reading, though, so that's not so bad."

"No, not at all."

Ray sighed. "Come on, I guess we'd better go pick out my frames."

The two men walked from the doctor's office into the optical shop. There were many display cases with all different styles and colors of glasses frames. Ray walked over to one of the display cases and looked over the assortment of frames with an air of discouragement. He lifted up several pair, then put them back without trying them on.
Ben, meanwhile, had been glancing around the store, and he suddenly froze, and a grin spread over his face. On the opposite side of the store was a display case labeled "Armani Eyeglasses".

"Ray," Ben said, tapping him on the shoulder. "I think we might have good luck over there."

He pointed at the Armani display case, and Ray gasped slightly and his face lit up in a smile. "Now we're talking! This may not be totally horrible after all."

The two men headed over to the display case, Ray much more interested in the process than he had been just a few seconds ago. He stood looking down at the stylish frames, and he smiled. "Now this is more like it."

He pulled a pair of glasses from the shelf and tried them on. "What do you think?" He asked Benny.

Ben looked at Ray, then tilted his head to the side. The glasses were dark brown in color, with round frames. "I'm not sure, Ray. I don't think those are quite it."

"No?" Ray looked at his reflection in the mirror. "Yeah, I think you're right." He took them off and placed them back in the case and kept looking.

"Here we go!" Ray suddenly exclaimed. He pulled out another pair of glasses and slipped them on. "What do you think?"

Ben looked at him, and his heart skipped a beat. The glasses were pewter-colored metal and had narrow oval frames. They were sleek and elegant and attractive, like Ray himself; and Ray looked very stunning indeed. "I think those are perfect, Ray. They look very good on you. It's like those glasses were made for you."

"Yeah?" Ray turned to regard himself in the mirror. "Yeah, they look okay, I guess."

"They look better than okay."

Just then a salesman approached them. He was in his mid-twenties, wearing a somber black suit and a tie with a Mickey Mouse motif. He had close-cut red hair and lively blue eyes. "Those glasses suit you perfectly," he told Ray with a flirtatious glance.

Ben bristled. He took a step forward, moving just inside Ray's personal space. "That's what I told him."

The salesman's face fell. "Yes. Well, if you come with me, I'll get those glasses sized for you and then we can get them fitted with lenses."

Ben smiled at the salesman. "Thank you kindly."

That evening after dinner Ray and Benny were in the living room reading again. Ben was continuing with his novel, and Ray was absorbed in a sports magazine. He looked over at Ben. "You know, I never really noticed how blurry things were until they got better."

Ben just smiled at him.

"And don't you dare say 'I told you so'." Ray ordered.

"I wouldn't."

"Yes you would."

"Okay, I would; but I won't in this instance."

Ray laughed. "Thank you kindly, Benny." He went back to reading, but looked up again a few minutes later. "Benny?"

"Yes?"

"Why are you staring at me?"

"I'm just admiring your new glasses."

Ray snorted. "Sure Benny. I look like a geek."

"Indeed you do not. You look sexy and handsome. They make you look intelligent and sophisticated. As you are."

Ray shook his head.

"You look rather like a college professor, Ray."

"Maybe you need glasses, Benny."

Ben moved from his chair to the sofa cushion next to Ray. "No I don't." He gave Ray a quick, feather-light kiss on the lips. "I see you perfectly well."

He began gently stroking Ray's face with his fingertips, and Ray shivered. "You're beautiful, Ray. You're sexy and beautiful; and I must say that I am very, very, glad that those glasses don't diminish the color of your eyes."

He traced a finger lightly over the frame of Ray's glasses, then lifted them gently from Ray's face. Ben carefully folded the glasses and placed them in their case on the coffee table.

"So if you like my glasses so much, why are you taking them off me?"

"Well Ray, I wouldn't want them to get bent or broken on the first night you have them."

Ray grabbed Benny and pressed him into the back of the couch, kissing him thoroughly. Ben lay back, enjoying the kiss for awhile, then he struggled to a sitting position, pushing Ray away.

"Benny? What?" Ray gasped.

Ben pushed himself off the couch and dropped to his knees, turning around to face Ray. He grabbed Ray under his knees and pulled him forward until Ray was seated at the edge of the cushion.

"Benny," Ray said with a smile.

Ben looked up and returned the smile, a spark in his usually calm blue eyes. Without a word, he opened Ray's belt, then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.

Ray lifted his hips off the sofa and helped Ben push his pants down. Benny let the pants lie pooled at Ray's ankles and pushed his legs apart.

Ray was panting slightly now, aroused by the sight of a fierce and forceful Benny. Ben took Ray's cock into his hand and started pumping and stroking it very lightly. It took almost no time at all for Ray's cock to harden almost unbearably, and Ben smiled.

He bent forward and took Ray's cock into his mouth and began sucking it, running his tongue over it as he did so.

Ray leaned his head back against the back of the sofa, breathing in ragged, delighted gasps. Benny's hands were clutching his hips, but suddenly they were gone.

Ray heard the sound of a zipper and lifted his head to look down at Benny. He was just in time to see Ben push his pants and underwear down and take his cock into his hand.

Ben's left arm wrapped around Ray's waist, and Ray dug one hand into Benny's hair and the other into the sofa cushion.

Suddenly, the world exploded into a burst of white light, and Ray slumped limply against the back of the sofa. He felt his cock slip from Benny's mouth and moaned softly in disappointment.

Ray dimly heard Fraser cry out, and then Benny was draped over his lap, his face pressed into Ray's thigh.

Eventually Ray found strength enough to move his arm, and he started stroking Ben's hair. "Benny?"

Ben lifted up his head to look at him, and Ray's heart clenched. Benny was still flushed and his eyes were a bright, clear blue; love and satisfaction both visible. "Yes, Ray?"

"Thank you for making me go to the eye doctor."

THE END