Warning- this plotless story contains graphic descriptions of m/m sex
of a slightly S/M nature.  Consensual, to be sure.  It is intended to
amuse, arouse, and distract anyone who ought to be working.  If you enjoy
this please either send effusive email exclaiming effulgence or describe
the best local BBQ sauce you've found and offer to send me a bottle.

Disclaimer- the characters and woods described herein belong to persons
other than myself. They were only borrowed and I promise to put them
back where I found them when I'm finished with them, in the same condition
in which they were whe I got them excluding normal wear and tear.  

Oh, and just so you know..  if you'd rather see m/f type stories, that's
cool too.  Find a writer and bribe them to post.  ;-)   

OUT IN THE WOODS

a PWP by James Walkswithwind

	The woods was quiet, at least to a city boy.  He could hear birds, faraway
animals, the slight brush of the breeze against the leaves.  Ray smiled,
looking over at his companion still sitting on the blanket they'd spread
for the picnic.  He leaned up against a tree, feeling its rough bark
press against his back through the light jacket he wore.
	Ben glanced over, and saw the dreamy smile.  He stood up, and 
walked over.  "Enjoying yourself, Ray?"  His tone was casual, calm, beautiful
as ever, Ray noted.
	"Yeah.. "  He leaned his head back against the trunk of the tree, watching
as Ben moved closer, enjoying the sight of the mountie out of uniform-
although Ray would be quick to admit, he'd prefer the mountie *out of
uniform*.  He grinned, and wondered what Ben would say to the suggestion.
"This was a great idea."
	"But?"  Ben tilted his head slightly at the questing tone, 
knowing it meant there was still something missing.
	Ray stretched, looking up at the canopy of branches, glancing 
around to make sure that no one but he and Ben were in attendance.  Then
he looked Ben directly in the eye and said, "I haven't had dessert yet."
For a moment Ben stared at his friend, Ray knew he was thinking that
of course he had, the pastries though store bought had been excellent-
most of them even escaping Dief's eager jaws.  Then he must have interpreted
the gleam in Ray's eyes, and realised what exactly he meant.  "Oh," 
he half-nodded, and stepped a little closer, now within easy reach but
still with his hands loosely at his sides.  "I see."
	Ray grinned, having seen that moment of confusion and wondering if Ben
would *ever* get with the program.  But now everything was great, and
in a moment or two he'd be getting his just desserts.  He brought his
hand up to lightly caress Ben's arm.  The sweater bunched beneath his
fingers and he found skin.  He wanted to pull Ben closer, but instead
he waited, letting Fraser take the lead.
	The mountie took a half-step forward and kissed him, leaning his body
against Ray's and pressing him against the tree.  Ray was glad he'd thought
to breathe, as Ben plundered his mouth like a certain wolf going after
pizza.  His lips, tongue, teeth and cheeks were nibbled, sucked, and
caressed and all Ray could do was remain still and let it happen.  He
held onto Ben, wrapping his arms around his lover's waist and feeling
the delicious warmth of his body pushing against him.  
	He gasped for air when Ben leaned away, giving them both 
respite.  The aroma of fresh air and dirt and pine filled him, tinged
as it was with the scent of Fraser, so close, coming at him again for
another kiss.  Ray gave his mouth up again, letting Ben do as he wished.
He suspected his legs wouldn't have held him had it not been for Fraser
and the tree to hold him.  He felt himself shiver as Ben's hands began
moving at his chest, pushing clothing up out of the way.  
	Ben's mouth left his and he felt lips on his chest, kissing and nibbling
with the same devouring ferocity.  Ray closed his eyes, hands on Ben's
shoulders to guide him, hold himself up.  He reminded himself to breathe,
although the first breath became a gasp as he felt Ben's fingers working
at the buttons of his slacks.  
	He moved his hips slightly forward at Ben's tug, letting him open and
pull down his slacks until they were just at his thighs.  In anticipation
of this particular dessert he'd worn no underwear, and only now wondered
how soon- for of course he had, Ben had noticed.  Then he wasn't thinking
of anything except how good those hands felt, resting on his hips, how
good that mouth tasted, how warm and hard the body pressed into his was.
He squirmed, wanting more, and felt the bark dig into his buttocks. 

	They both heard the moan, and Ben looked up.  He didn't say 
anything, simply measuring Ray's expression, feeling the way he still
squirmed lightly.  When Ray looked at him, Ben smiled.  "You like that,
don't you?"
	Ray couldn't nod as Ben leaned forward, pushing him against the rough
bark.  Ben moved his body, pushing Ray's back and forth.  Ray moaned
again, letting his head drop back against the tree.  
	"Fraser.."  he pleaded.  He felt himself hard and as aroused as he'd
ever been since he'd first learned how to fantisise in bed.
	Ben kissed him, quickly, then stepped away.  Ray looked after 
him, feeling and looking bereft.  Before he could ask or protest, Ben
told him to strip.  He did, not asking questions of the stern faced man
now regarding him.  He wasn't entirely sure what was going on, but if
it meant being naked and being with Fraser then he was all for it.  When
his clothes lay on the ground, he waited for Ben's next move.
	"Over here."  He gestured, and started walking.  Ray followed, 
feeling both thrilled and fearful at this- Ben hadn't yet removed his
own clothes, and Ray wasn't entirely convinced this patch of woods would
remain deserted for long.  But he did as he was told, following Ben to
the other side of the small clearing they'd laid their picnic in.  "Sit
down."
	"Here?"  Ray stared at the fallen tree Ben was pointing at.  
	"Sit."
	"But.."  his protest died away as Ben simply looked at him with that
no-nonsense, stern, you will do as I say expression that Ray wasn't sure
he'd ever seen on Ben before, though he'd seen it on every other cop
he'd ever known.  He swallowed, and gently moved to sit.
	"Not like that.  Straddle it."
	Ray didn't say anything, only turned to place one leg over the 
trunk, and sit down on the tree.  He winced as the bark bit into his
legs, the soft inner thighs and into his crotch.  But his feet rested
on the ground and he held himself up a bit, away from the sharp crevasses
of the bark.  
	"Good,"  and Ray felt as if that tone was something he'd willingly die
for.  He felt Ben's hand on his shoulder, and then Ben was sitting behind
him.  The denim of Fraser's jeans melded with the rough treebark at his
upper thighs and buttocks; Ray wanted to lean back against his friend
but didn't dare move until Ben told him to.  Ben put his hands on Ray's
thighs, and then slowly began to lean forward.
	Ray whimpered as the weight of Fraser's body pushed his down onto the
tree.  He squirmed involuntarily as if to move away, and the motion made
the bark dig deeper into his skin.  He heard the gasp, and felt the heat
in his groin.  He didn't move as Ben leaned farther forward, concentrating
on the places where the trunk dug into his legs and crotch, and the palms
of his hands.  
	Hands rubbed the tops of his thighs, moving his legs slightly and increasing
the bite of the bark.  He closed his eyes, and could feel the sweat which
broke out on his brow.  He wanted to wipe it away but didn't want to
break the slow motion forward.  He left his hands on the trunk, where
they rested lightly not resisting the push but feeling the bark in the
tender palms as on his legs.
	Hands pushed his knees wider, and then suddenly he felt rough 
bark against his cock.  He held back a moan and moved again, squirming
away from the pressure but only increasing it.  He could hear Ben's heavy
breath in his ear and wanted to say something, but couldn't think of
what.  Then Fraser was pushing him with his hips, thrusting as if fucking
him, but he was still clothed and all Ray could feel was the tree beneath
him.  He groaned, wanting something, anything, that would end this painful
dig into his body.  
	Ben leaned forward a litte bit more, and Ray was very nearly 
laying down on the trunk, entire body laid flat against the harsh surface.
He trembled, and Ben's hands rested on his sides as if to hold him still.
"Move, Ray."
	"H-how?"  He thought to ask, uncertain that Ben could mean he 
should stand up and move away.
	"Back and forth.  Bring yourself off."
	"On the tree?"  He couldn't believe it, this hadn't been on the list
of things to do while alone in the woods with Ben.  Ben's hands answered
him, pushing against the small of his back, forcing him down onto the
tree.  He cried out as the bark dug into him, his cock throbbed and he
began moving slightly.  Ben's hands continued pushing, encouraging him,
and he let Ben hold him down as he moved back and forth.
	He could feel the rough bark on what seemed like every tender 
part of his body, biting and scraping his skin.  He shivered, wanting
to jump up and massage those places until the pain went away.  Instead
he moved as Ben told him, back and forth against the tree, body trembling
and cock growing harder as it was thrust against the bark.
	Suddenly he was aware of only two things- the bark, and Fraser's body
on his back, pressing him from either side.  He found himself thrusting
automatically, urged on by the panting behind him and the rough sensations
below him.  With a yell, he felt himself come, still rubbing himself
up and down against the tree.
	When he collapsed, Ben still lay on him, pushing him against the tree.
The feel of the bark heightened, then it faded away as Ben leaned back,
drawing Ray with him, and moving Ray to sit on Ben's thighs.  Ray sighed
as hands began massaging his legs, gently rubbing away the last prickling
bites of pain.
	Ray moved his head, wanting to get another kiss from that 
wonderful mouth when he opened his eyes.  His bedroom formed around him,
dark ceiling staring down, soft blankets gathered beneath his body. 
He rolled onto his side, removing the towel he'd laid down and tossing
it to the floor.
	With only a glance towards the window, out at the dark, cold 
night, he pulled the blankets around him and dropped off to sleep.  In
his dreams, he found his lover again in the woods.

James Kythe Walkswithwind     
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