O, Christmas Tree  

 *"O, CHRISTMAS TREE"* 

 *By GILDA LILY* 

 Okay, disclaimer time. I don't own the characters but surely intend to
use 'em for a little while. Hopefully Alliance will put them in our
Christmas stockings this year! :) Rated S for Sappy and R for m/m sex. 

 (c) December 18, 1996 

 *"It's absolutely beautiful, Ray." 

 The awed whisper tingled through Ray's body. He looked at Benny, who was
gazing up at their tall, decorated Christmas tree. Delicate glass
ornaments hung from full, evergreen-scented branches, and gold-and-silver
garland wound around the greenery. Icicles dripped in lovely profusion as
the tree sparkled. It was crowned by the golden star, though Ray privately
thought an angel would have been just as well. 

 *WOULDA REMINDED ME OF BENNY.* 

 He grinned but returned his attention to his lover, who was gazing at
their creation with big, blue, beautiful eyes. He reached out a hand and
gently touched an ornament, delighted as it slightly swayed on the branch.


 "Glad you like it, Benny." 

 "I *love* it." His voice trembled slightly. "Our first tree in our new
home." 

 Ray looked around the living room with satisfaction. After years of being
lovers and living in an apartment, they'd finally taken the plunge and
bought their own home on the outskirts of Chicago. They had still kept the
cabin in Canada, but Ray had wanted more than apartment living here in the
States. He was used to a big house, and this old Victorian had been
affordable with its rundown condition. Hard work and some bucks had
managed to turn the place into their dream home. 

 "This is such a lovely tree, Ray. We had trees when I was growing up, but
Grandmother didn't believe in excessive frills. We had nice, big,
fresh-scented trees from the woods, but our decorations were mostly
strings of popcorn and berries and a few homemade ornaments. Though the
year Aunt Celia stayed with us, she insisted on a tree decorated much like
this. And she sent a new, fancy ornament every year as a Christmas present
so Grandmother *had* to put them on." 

 Ray silently sent Celia a thank you, wherever she was, and put his hand
on the small of Benny's back, slowly rubbing it in circles. Benny sighed.
He loved it when Ray did that. 

 "Well, you can have the biggest, fanciest Christmas tree your lovely l'il
heart desires, love. That's a promise." 

 Benny looked at Ray with the love shining in his eyes, then he kissed
him. 

 Ray felt the excitement travel all the way down his body. He rubbed
Benny's back a little faster and inserted his tongue into his partner's
mouth. Benny moaned softly, loving the invasion, and shivered as Ray's
hand slid down to cup his buttock, squeezing lightly. 

 Benny's hands were busy as well. He ran them up and down Ray's back, then
skipped over his ass to caress his thighs, eventually sliding up to stroke
the rounded globes that gave him such delight. 

 They were pressed hard together now, rubbing against each other's bodies,
the groans coming faster. Ray slid his free hand up underneath Benny's
white ski sweater, thrilled by the heat he found there, and he suddenly
put both arms around Benny and kissed him possessively, bending him back
slightly. 

 Benny willingly took this submissive position, knowing that Ray needed to
assert himself at this moment. In their equal marriage, both were able to
let the other take the lead without any fears of losses in gender issues.
Benny had taught Ray that and was more-than-pleased with his success. 

 Ray gently urged him down to the carpet, delighted at the stray icicle in
Benny's hair. He pushed up the Mountie's sweater and lavished attention on
ready nipples, Benny moaning as he shifted beneath Ray. Ray's tongue went
down further and darted in and out of his lover's navel as Benny rubbed
his head. His scalp tingled as he lapped Benny's skin just above his belt.


 With one swift movement, the belt was unbuckled and the pants pulled
down, leaving only the briefs that were rapidly growing too small for
Benny's arousal. Ray rubbed his cheek against the fabric, feeling the heat
and Benny's shudder. Ray slid the underwear down and Benny parted his
legs, eager for what came next. Ray obliged him, kissing him gently on the
lips, their overheated bodies ready for this completion. 

 He slid in, Benny's groan of delight ripped from his very soul. Benny's
eyes were closed, then opened to reflect the lights from the Christmas
tree. A tiny angel swung by their heads as Ray made love to his Benny. He
managed to stroke Benny's shoulders through the heavy sweater, wanting to
feel him in every way possible. He could smell the fresh evergreen scent
mingling with his beloved's own scent, and joy filled his heart. 

 "Oh...Ray...!" 

 Ray exploded deep within Benny, little lights pinwheeling behind his eyes
as he came gloriously. He accidentally hit a branch and icicles showered
down on them, the glitter quite pleasing in the light of the tree. Benny's
eyes were huge as he gazed up adoringly at his love. 

 "Oh, Ray," he whispered, quite overcome. 

 Ray smiled and kissed the full lips. 

 "Anything you want, Benny: Christmas trees, pretty ornaments...though
you're prettier than any ornament...good, satisfying sex...I'm your man!" 

 "Yes, Ray, you are." 

 "Merry Christmas, Benny." 

 "Merry Christmas, Ray." 

 end 

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