By Anam71

June 2000

NC-17 for M/M slash.

Another PWP/romance featuring Benny and the Classic Ray.

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Slashy Note: This story is my slashy DS version of the movie 'American Beauty,' except this story wasn't nominated for an Oscar, there are no underage blonde high school girls, no pretty falling and fluttering rose petals, the lead character isn't married to a self-absorbed bitch and nobody dies at the end. But it has a way sexy shower scene (basically most of the damn story takes place in the shower!). Okay! Okay! It's not *really* a true version of the movie but I was truly inspired by it! Jeez!

A thing of beauty is a joy forever.

-John Keats-

A very weary Ray Vecchio let out a wretched moan and he stripped himself naked in the confines of his tastefully decorated bathroom.

It had been one of those days again.

Sometimes he had absolutely no idea why he had become a cop. Maybe it was just to piss off his Pop? Maybe he had nothing better to do with himself? Maybe he was simply a good shot? Why?

Damn. It seemed that being a city cop meant pounding endless miles of hard pavement to catch a perp, only to see the same asshole back out on the street again flipping you the bird. What's the point?

What's the point of anything?

Okay! Ray was tired. He stepped into the shower and turned the knobs.

He had to admit he was tired of urban life and all of its mind-numbing trivialities and banalities. Tired of people fighting, lying, stealing, and killing. It seemed everyone he had meet had some kind of scam going on, some sort of hidden agenda that involved screwing Ray Vecchio over in the process.

And it was this select set of scum that he had to serve and protect everyday, day in and day out for the rest of his life. Jesus Christ save the mice!

"There's gotta be more to life than this dumb shit," he told the showerhead.

Ray wished only for a simple life, a life of hope and joy and truth and kindness. That's all.

He wished for a life of beauty.

Standing nude under the warm water with his cock in his hand, he decided to have his *Beautiful Benny* dream again.

He slowly closed his hazel eyes and tipped back his shorn head and he dreamed the dream of the forbidden and the dangerous.

In his dream, Ray would always start off by idly floating in an airy state of calm-like bliss, very much like a springtime cloud in a clear blue sky, until he spotted the one true object of his affections right under his nose.

Benny was simply lying there on his back just below him, naked and smiling and his sapphire eyes shining. The angelic man seemed to be yearning for him, reaching out to him, his ivory muscular body nestled in a deluge of falling and fluttering maple leaves.

Dreamy Ray, he himself half-buried in a nest of colorful maple leaflets, reached down to touch the creamy soft skin of his lover but he was just slightly out of range and Ray groaned in agonizing frustration.

This only made Benny smile some more and he placed a pale hand to his own smooth chest, teasing his pink nipple only to tease his Ray. That long milky uncut cock was now rising up through the depths of the foliage and was weeping for Ray's gentle fingers.

Holy fuck! Ray wanted to climb and crawl through that large pile of falling leaves to the seductive Mountie and rake that gorgeous white body over and over again until he...

Suddenly a dark shadow passed by outside the shower and Ray jerked his head up in surprise. He stopped humping his fist. Somebody was in his bathroom!

A dark head with a handsome face abruptly popped in through the shower curtain, stetson and all. The face had that wide lovely smile Ray knew so well.

"Hi Ray! Sorry I'm so late, my love."

"Benny!"

Fraser lifted his eyebrows and stared approvingly at the dripping wet Chicago cop who still had a hearty grip on his dick.

The Mountie frowned at him. "Ray? Have you already started without me?"

Ray glanced down at his cock pulsing in his palm. "Well, you snooze you lose."

Fraser hated being a loser so he quickly pulled off his uniform and boots and hopped into the shower with his Italian prince.

"Uh, Fraser?"

"Yes, Ray?"

"Take off the damn hat."

"Oops! Sorry Ray, I was distracted."

"I bet." Ray snickered to himself as he grabbed a bar of Irish Spring.

"Would you care for some shampoo, Ray?" Fraser kindly offered with a sly smirk.

Ray scowled at him. "Shut up, pelt boy."

Both men dueled for the shower as they lovingly soaped each other up and it seemed that Ray was catching the majority of the periphery of the falling water drops. Fraser was now getting a little annoyed at his situation.

This was a shower meant for two, gosh darn it!

"Ray, how am I suppose to cleanse myself when you usurp all of the water?"

"Huh? What?" Ray shouted over the noisy showerhead. "You wanna slurp me all over?"

"Uh..." Fraser shrugged at his sudden turn of fate. "Yes! That's it!"

Ray grinned at him and opened his wiry arms. "C'mere baby."

Fraser came to him and entered his mouth with a deep kiss, diving mindlessly into that sweet donut-flavored heat. The Mountie was lost but managed to pull himself away.

Cupping his lover's shaven head with his soothing hand, Fraser gently tilted Ray back under the falling droplets, rinsing off all the suds and he adoringly watched as the water steamed down that slender and elegant body. The man cradled in his arms seemed to be in a heavenly state of euphoria under his tender administrations, groaning with absolute delight.

Upon careful inspection he determined that Ray was now soap free and squeaky-clean and ready to be devoured.

Fraser licked and nibbled his way down that long and endless neck to the finely sculptured collarbone, and impatiently skipped to his lover's nipples and sweetly nursed them. Ray shuddered fiercely against him, gasping for air through the spray of water. The Mountie then slipped down to his knees to consume the firm flat stomach and to mouth the cavity of Ray's navel.

Fraser finally came face to head with the most beautiful cock he had ever seen: long, dark and sleek, and very, very delectable. He placed that 1^st prize trophy-winning cock into his mouth and Ray shouted out his approval.

"BENNY!"

Ray began to smoothly thrust into his lover's mouth, combing the dark wet hair with his long fingers and encouraging his lover on.

"Benny, caro mio. You are my joy. My lover. My beauty."

Fraser responded by cupping his buttocks and taking the whole length of him deeply inside his mouth. Ray was swallowed completely.

Ray was now up on his tiptoes, tightly clutching his lover's shoulders and he shrieked like a wild harpy as he came flooding down Benny's throat.

"Oh my God! Benny!"

Fraser accepted everything Ray had to offer, and Ray gave him plenty.

The Italian was draped lifelessly over his back and Fraser kindly uprighted the dazed man who was now coughing up some of that shower water. The cop was now out of commission, his limp body leaning heavily against the tile wall slowly trying to recover his wits and the Mountie took this golden opportunity to finally give himself a proper scrub down.

Ray blinked at the perfect Adonis as he softly hummed to himself while washing his furry pelt.

"Hey Fraser? I didn't know you like to sing in the shower."

"On occasions I do, Ray, especially when I'm in very high spirits."

"You mean you're happy?"

"Yes Ray." Fraser laughed at him. "I'm in the shower with you, so why wouldn't I be happy?"

"I'm really glad to hear that, Benny."

Ray stepped over to his lover and embraced him, and was embraced himself by the Canadian.

"Hey Benny? Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are?"

"I rather you show me, Ray."

"I think I can do that."

Ray kissed his lover, amazed at how perfect he felt when Benny touched him or even looked at him. It was like making love to a fine piece of art. He was really one lucky bastard.

Both men held on to each other, rocking together, grabbing each other's hips, their wet cocks sliding together. They developed a frantic rhythm, two musical notes weaving about in a frenzied tempo now reaching completion.

"Benny! Oh God! Oh yes! I'm going to... Benny!"

"Ray! I love you!"

"I'm going to..."

"Ray? Um, Ray? Are you all right? Ray?"

*Huh?*

"Ray?"

Ray snapped himself to attention and found that he was back at the 27^th precinct again, sitting behind a cluttered mess of case reports and endless files and empty coffee cups. The Italian sighed as reality finally got a hold of him by the balls. He was no longer riding his best friend; he was now riding his stupid desk.

Shit.

"Ray? Is anything wrong?"

"Hmm, what?"

The sad cop glanced up to see Fraser standing over him with a look of worried concern plastered on his handsome features. The Canadian beauty had arrived from the Consulate wearing his brown uniform today, Ray's own personal favorite.

"Hey Benny! You're finally here." He felt a painful streak of guilt for having such forbidden thoughts about his innocent friend, but he managed to shake himself from his dark gloom. "Great! Just let me get my coat."

"Ray? Are you all right? You seemed a million miles away."

"I was." *So far away I'm gonna fade away* Ray thought.

"Ray?"

"I'm fine Fraser, okay? I had a long day at work and I'm just glad you're here now."

"You are?" The Mountie brightened up with those simple words and he was smiling.

"Yeah, yeah. Jeez!" Ray was staring at that happy silly grin on the man's face and the little hamster wheels in his head began to turn. Why was Benny so damn happy to be with him? Why should anyone be so damn happy to be with him? Unless...?

Could it possibly be?

"So Ray, where do you care to dine tonight? I thought we have Chinese?"

Was he willing to take a chance on himself? To take a chance on Fraser? The Mountie may actually surprise him. And boy, did Ray needed to be surprised.

Either that or live slow and die old in the damn shower.

Ray looked at his best friend with some hidden hope in his heart. "Why don't we go to my house and have dinner. The whole gang is away in Miami, so it will only be the two of us. What do ya say?"

Fraser was beaming and he placed his stetson firmly on his head, his fingertips smoothly skimming the rim out of habit. "That's sounds fine to me, Ray."

"I'm really glad to hear that, Benny."

Endnote: Don't worry folks! After a lovely dinner of pasta é fagioli, our two handsome heroes made wild passionate love on the dining room table!

(Whew! Clever slash writer cunningly avoids writing the sequel 'Italian Beauty'!)