Title: Wham Bam Thank You Mister

Series/Sequel: Yes, Sequel to Blame It On Anything

Author: Snowee

email address: alaskanrose515@hotmail.com

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: RayKowalski/BentonFraser/original female

Fandom: Due South

Archive: Yes, please!

Feedback: Welcome

Warning: Threesome.

Summary: Just as things are starting for RayK and Fraser, someone manages to come between them.

Notes: Plausible is for normal people.

Disclaimer: Due South and it's characters belong to Alliance. The rest belongs to me.

Wham Bam, Thank You Mister
by Snowee

Fraser cocked his head as he watched Ray carry the box from his office. Dropping a few more belongings into a second box, Benton left the room after him. As he watched Ray open the front door to the Consulate, his gaze was broken by Inspector Thatcher. "What are you doing?" she asked quickly.

Fraser looked down at the box, then back to her. "I, ah," he cleared his throat. "I didn't expect you to be here. I thought you'd left for the evening."

She shook her head. "I am waiting for a fax. What are you doing?"

He realized he hadn't averted her attention, so he looked toward the door. "I'm taking a few belongings to Detective Kowalski's apartment." He looked at her, then quickly looked away. "For safe keeping," he added.

"Oh," she said, not certain whether she believed him, but reminding herself that he wasn't one to lie. "Well, I suppose there is no harm in that."

He met her gaze and waited for her to wave a dismissive hand before moving on. Stopping on the step, he set the box down. Turning back, he looked to Diefenbaker. "Come," he enunciated firmly. The wolf stood and stretched a moment before sauntering toward Benton. As soon as Dief was past the threshold, Fraser pulled the door closed and reached for the box again.

He descended the stairs behind the animal and walked along the sidewalk. Ray had parked his car just past the gate and was leaning into the trunk, pushing the box he'd carried to the back. As Fraser passed through the gate, he noticed a person. Well, the person had been there since he stepped from the Consulate, but it hadn't moved. The woman with long auburn hair stood there staring. Normally, Fraser would think nothing of a gaping woman, except she wasn't simply gaping. She was leaning on one hip and watching him as if she thought he would do a handstand at any moment.

Ray straightened from the back of the GTO. He reached out to take the box from Fraser and as he did so, he noticed that Fraser was transfixed on something. Setting the box into the trunk, he then spun and saw the woman looking intently in Fraser's direction. Rolling his eyes, Ray stepped toward her. "Can I help you?"

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said smoothly, glancing at Ray, but returning her attention immediately to Fraser. "I'm Kiana Flay," she said and held out her hand to him.

Fraser took it politely. "Constable Benton Fraser," he said. "This is Detective Vecchio."

She glanced at Ray again. "Detective?" She pursed her lips, then shook her head. "No. No uniform."

"Pardon?" Ray asked.

"Well, you see, I'm doing an article on uniforms. I saw this bright red number in front of this." she looked at the sign on the fence and nodded. "This Consulate here and I thought it would be perfect."

"Perfect for what?" Ray asked, astounded.

"The article," she answered plainly, studying Fraser again. "Yes, it's perfect. Most uniforms are blues and browns. Very bland. A splash of colour like that will be just what I was missing."

Fraser looked confused. "I'm sorry, ma'am. I'm afraid I have no idea what you're talking about."

She let out a breath. "Very simple. I'm a freelance journalist and photographer. With me?" she asked. Fraser nodded slowly, his brow furrowed. "My current project is about men in uniform. Still with me?" He nodded again, this time rolling his eyes with a sheepish expression. "The bright red of your uniform will be a nice addition to the article. Mostly I 've covered law enforcement, but Canadian law enforcement - well, that's a whole other ball of wax, now isn't it?"

"I'm in law enforcement," Ray said.

"Yes," she responded, "but you don't wear a uniform." She looked him over and Ray saw her striking blue eyes. "Too bad, really."

Ray half smiled, but realized the moment had passed. She was already looking Fraser over again. "Do you have time to come by my studio for a few pictures?" she asked suddenly.

Fraser glanced at Ray. "I, uh, I would have to consult my superior officers prior to making such a commitment."

Kiana nodded and reached into her back pocket. A moment later, she produced a business card. "Call me, then," she said as she passed it to Fraser. Taking it hesitantly, Fraser watched her smile. "If you don't, just remember I know where to find you."

"Thank you," he remarked politely, but tentatively.

The woman passed them and Ray watched her walk away for a moment before turning to Fraser. "What a nut," he commented.

"It appears so," Fraser said, tossing the card onto the second box in the trunk.

Ray pushed the box to the deepest corner of the trunk and straightened. "Let's go get the rest," he said.

Fraser raised his eyebrows. "The rest?"

"Yeah, the rest of your stuff." He paused, then it dawned on him and he nodded slowly. "This is everything, isn't it?"

"Yes," Fraser said.

"You pack light," Ray commented as he closed the trunk. "Well, let's go, then."

"Yes," Fraser repeated, giving Ray a sly grin.


***

A week passed and neither Ray nor Fraser thought much about the crazy woman with the business card. Still, Fraser wasn't sure whether or not to be surprised when a visitor was announced.

The woman with dark red hair which hung down below her waist looked familiar, but it was the brilliance of her blue eyes he remembered. He held out his hand. "Ma'am," he said politely, though the confusion was thick.

Kiana smiled. "I told you I knew where to find you."

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but I."

"I'm just talking about a few pictures. I talked to a publisher about my idea of using RCMP and spent my week doing research so you have to say yes."

"I'm afraid it's not my decision to make," he stated. "I'm not sure why you want me anyway. Perhaps my superior, Inspector Thatcher, would be more interesting."

Kiana raised an eyebrow and made a mental note, spelling Thatcher aloud. "Is that how it's spelled?"

"Yes," he complied. "She might have a more interesting."

"She?" Kiana interrupted.

"Yes, my superior."

"Oh, well, look. A female superior is very interesting, but it's not what I'm looking for."

"Oh," Fraser sighed. "It still isn't my decision."

"Then who? This Inspector? Can I see her?"

"I don't think Inspector Thatcher would be willing to."

Kiana stepped into the hall. "Which is her door?"

"From here it's the last on the right, but, ma'am."

"Thanks," Kiana said as she disappeared.

Fraser moved quickly around his desk to follow. Relieved, he saw Turnbull standing between the woman and Meg's door, trying to explain that she needed an appointment to enter. Fraser approached and rubbed his eyebrow. "Ma'am."

"Kiana," she said.

"You can't go in there," Fraser said firmly.

"Without an appointment. I heard this one," she said, pointing to Turnbull. "So how do I make one?"

The door opened and Meg stood, looking from her men to the woman in her doorway. "What's going on here?" she asked after trying to assess the situation on her own.

Kiana smiled and held out her hand. "Hello. I'm Kiana Flay. I just wanted to talk to you for a few minutes about the RCMP."

Meg blinked and looked at the two Constables staring back. "Dismissed," she said, then stepped back and let Kiana inside.

Fraser looked at Turnbull and swallowed. Shaking away the oddness of the situation, he stepped back and waited at attention near the door. Turnbull watched Fraser a moment, then went back to his desk to work.

It was several moments before the door opened again. Meg held it open for Kiana, then stepped out. "Would you show Miss Flay to the door?" Meg asked.

Fraser had questions, but knew better than to ask. He simply nodded and stepped beside Kiana as she started for the exit.

Once Meg's door closed, Kiana took in an audible breath. "Before you ask, she said no." Fraser tried to hide the relief, but Kiana saw it. "Don't get too relaxed. I'm not finished yet."

Fraser opened the door and stepped onto the stoop with her. "Aren't you?"

"Nope. I have a great idea and I'm not ready to give up on it just because she said no."

"I see," Benton replied, watching the GTO pull up in front of the Consulate. He observed Ray as he jumped out and jogged up the path while Kiana walked down the steps.

On the bottom step, she turned to Fraser. "I'll see you soon, Constable," she said, smiling at him, then giving Ray a nod as he passed.

Ray furrowed his brow and watched her walk away. "Who's that?"

"Do you recall the photographer we met last week?"

"The one who wanted to take naked pictures of you?"

Fraser had been watching her walk along the sidewalk, but when he heard what Ray said, he turned his attention back to Ray. "I'm sorry?"

Ray shrugged. "It's just the look she was giving you," he said with a chuckle.

Nodding slowly, Fraser hated to admit that he had to agree. "Have you eaten lunch?"

"Naw. Thought I'd come by and see if you had time to go."

Glancing at his watch, Fraser nodded. "I do. Where would you like to eat?"

Giving Fraser a suggestive look, Ray hopped back down the steps and walked toward the car.

Benton watching him a moment, knowing what the suggestive look meant, but partly hoping it was a joke. "I really am hungry for food," he mumbled to himself as he descended the cement steps.

******

The next night Ray and Fraser went to a diner to talk. Not ready to go home just yet, Ray refused to call it a date, though Fraser really had no other term. As they were seated at a booth near one corner, Ray insisted they bring his soda right away.

"Water for me," Benton said to the waitress, then looked past the woman as he saw someone he knew in the entrance. The waitress walked away and Fraser sighed, looking into the menu.

Ray leaned forward. "Something wrong?"

"It's her again," he said.

"Who?" Ray asked, looking around, then caught sight of the redhead coming toward them. "For God's sake. What is up with this woman?"

Fraser shook his head as she neared.

"Constable," she said. "Detective," she added, nodding to Ray just as she set a piece of paper before Benton. "This was faxed to me this afternoon," she said.

Ray looked at the paper, then at her. "How did you find us here?" he asked.

"I followed you from the Consulate," she said plainly.

"Oh my God. A stalker of your very own," Ray snickered.

She smiled, but watched as Fraser read the paper. "I saw you two leaving just as my cab arrived. I told him to follow you."

"Very investigative," Ray said. Fraser looked at her, then to Ray. "What?" Ray asked.

"It's permission from the offices in Toronto for her to go ahead with her article," he responded, astounded.

She nodded and slid in beside Fraser. "Look, if you really don't want to do it, you can say no, but I'll give you a set of the prints and when was the last time you had a picture taken of yourself?"

Fraser shook his head. "It's been quite some time."

"So there you go. It will be a thoughtful piece in a well respected magazine. I already sent the paperwork to your headquarters specifying exactly where it will go and how you will be represented. I'll even let you read it and tell me if you disagree first."

"That's very generous," he responded slowly, then looked at Ray.

Ray had no response, but nodded vaguely.

"I suppose there's no harm in." He stopped to clear his throat. "What do I have to do?"

She pulled out a business card and flipped it over. Writing on the back, she then passed it to him. "Meet me at the address on the card at 7 pm Thursday. I put it on the back so you can't say you forgot." She stood, winking at Ben. "See you," she said, then turned.

Ray shook his head once, shaking away the image he'd just seen and blinked. "You're going to do it?"

"I thought you nodded."

"Didn't know what else to do," he said. "You are going to do it, then?"

Fraser took in a breath, considering. "I suppose now I've committed myself."

"I know what would really curl her arm hairs."

"What would that be?"

"I'll go with you and we'll get her to take pictures of us together."

*Evidence of our relationship?* Fraser asked himself, then saw the smile on Ray's face. *A joke.* He smiled also. "Perhaps not, but I would feel more comfortable if you came."

"Sure, Fraze," Ray responded. "I'll make sure she doesn't get your clothes off."

******

As much as Ray didn't want to admit it, he was having a good time. Kiana was taking pictures of the stiff Mountie, making jokes in an attempt to loosen the statue up that he himself found quite amusing.

A couple of times, they stopped so she could drink a beer and change the backdrop. She showed them the darkroom and as she set up the last backdrop, Fraser found a collage of her work.

"Fascinating," Fraser breathed.

Ray stepped up behind him. "See something interesting?"

Pointing at an image of an ice rink, he smiled. "The composition on this one is nice."

Kiana finished hooking up the cloth and walked over to them. "Oh, just a few I take for fun."

Fraser turned to her. "These aren't for an article?" he asked, pointing to a hockey game.

She shook her head and stared at some of the images. "No, I just love the movement of hockey. It's so smooth, but so cruel," she breathed with a smile. Turning to look at Fraser, she saw a spark in his eye. "You like hockey?"

"Yes," he responded, straightening. "I enjoy the sport very much. There isn't much occasion to play it in Chicago."

"What do you mean?" Ray asked, surprised. "We love hockey."

"Yes, but you can't play it unless you manage to find a frozen pond that no one is using for ice skating."

Ray chuckled. "Unless you have connections," he said.

"I haven't played since I left Montana. I used to know the owner of a rink and he let a group of us go hit the puck around."

"You play?" Fraser asked.

"Yes," she responded. "Didn't I just say that?"

"Yes. You're right. You did. I just didn't realize you played."

She smiled and finished her beer. "One more roll?" she asked.

Fraser nodded and followed her back to the corner where the hot lights would burn at his skin while he tried to look as professional as possible.

******

Ray felt the cum beginning to dry on his leg, the warm semen under his thigh. Fraser's arms were wrapped tightly around him and with his back against Fraser's front, Ray had placed his hands over Fraser's hands. It had been quiet for a few seconds, the only sound that of his lover's soft breath which he could feel on his neck.

"I did something for you," Ray said, breaking the silence.

Fraser shifted, leaning his chin on Ray's shoulder. "Oh?"

Ray nodded. "I called a buddy of mine. His brother owns an ice rink. They 'll let you go smack around the puck after hours whenever you want. Just have to call."

"That wasn't necessary," Fraser said.

"Yeah, I know, but it was something I could do." He turned so that he could see Fraser's face. "I wanted to ever since I saw that look in your eyes talking about the game. I arranged you to go check it out tomorrow night."

"Thank you, Ray," Fraser said, then kissed him before relaxing into the position they'd been in. "I think I'll invite Kiana," he said.

Ray shifted. "Why?"

"Because she likes to play also and it would be much more fun with an opponent." He stopped, then hugged Ray a little closer. "Unless you wanted to."

"I told you, you'll never get those skates on me, let alone playing hockey on a frozen pond. Do you really think I'll change my mind for a civilized rink?"

"Will you?" Fraser asked.

"No."

"Then I'll ask Kiana."

"Why?" Ray asked again.

"Didn't we just answer that?"

"Well, she's obviously got some sort of interest in you. Do you really want to invite her to take advantage of it?" Ray rolled over to face Benton.

"Perhaps it would be a good time to tell her."

"A journalist!? You're not telling her anything," he said quickly.

"All right," Fraser agreed. "I'll just go play by myself."

Ray rolled his eyes. "No. You're right. If I'm not willing to put on the skates, I should at least let you have a friend. I can watch, though, right?"

"I'm counting on it," Fraser replied with a smile.

******

Ray sat on the front row of the bleachers and watched as Fraser and Kiana both stared each other down. Their sticks were across their thighs and as they spoke, Ray wondered what they were saying.

All at once, both yelped and went for the puck. Fraser knocked it across the ice and skated after it. Kiana was hot on his heels and closing. One swing from Fraser sent it across the ice toward his goal. He picked up speed, but so did she and by the time they got to the corner where the puck had gone, she was right on him, thrusting her stick beside him and knocking the puck back in her own direction.

Both flew across the ice, getting to the opposite corner and stealing the puck from each other until Ray lost track of who had it. A moment later, he saw it fly across the ice and watched them both go after it.

The puck just missed his goal and as Fraser approached it, he threw his stick against the ice and swiped. The puck went flying, then so did he. Kiana flew into him and hit him against the wall so hard, his feet left the ice.

"Body check!" she shrieked with excitement as she turned and headed after the puck.

Ray jumped to his feet and yelped, then doubled over in laughter.

Fraser shook it off and skated after her. She slid the puck across the floor, protecting it from him as he approached, then smacking it through the goal marks. She slid sideways to a stop, then threw up her hands. "That's one!"

"Hey!" Ray yelled, not finding it so amusing, but being ignored as Fraser guided the puck back into the space between the goals.

Moments later, they were moving again. Back and forth, side to side; Ray watched Kiana slam Fraser again, but he recovered and made a goal. By the end of the game, he'd watched her slam into him several times, seeing him fall through half of them, but in the end, Fraser lost.

By one point.

"Thanks, guys," Kiana said. "That was fun."

Fraser nodded, but was thinking more of the bruises on his body. Ray drove Fraser home and followed him to the bedroom.

Accidentally, Fraser let out a moan as he sat on the bed and took off his shirt.

"You ok?" Ray asked.

"Of course," Fraser responded. "I've been injured before."

Ray smiled and stepped over to the bed. "So you don't want me to kiss it better?" he asked in a childlike voice, his eyes laughing.

Fraser smiled at that and leaned forward, kissing Ray. They sat there kissing for quite some time before Ray shifted, put his hands on Fraser's chest, and pushed him back against the bed. Straddling the other man, he kissed his lips, then broke free to kiss his chest. Finding a red mark, he touched it gingerly with his lips while beginning to undo Fraser's pants. Looking until he saw a bruise, he licked it, then kissed it softly. Ray moved his hands behind Fraser's back, watching him. Fraser was smiling until Ray's hand found a tender spot. "Oo," he groaned.

Ray cocked his head, looking at Fraser. He was taking it all in and enjoying it. Giving him another long, passionate kiss, he then ran his tongue directly down Fraser's body.

Stepping back, he removed Fraser's pants and knelt between his legs. Fraser couldn't find the strength to sit up, but as he felt the warm, wet tongue, his erection grew from a beginning to full attention in seconds. He let out a moan as Ray put his mouth over Fraser's penis and began to suck. Rubbing it with his tongue, he moved over Fraser slowly. He heard Fraser moan again and moaned himself.

Fraser felt the vibration on his balls, causing his jaw to drop open as his moans became more erotic. Ray moaned again, giving Fraser a slight spasm of ecstasy. Ray slid his hand over Fraser's hip, holding it as he moved against the body, then slowly brought the other hand to his scrotum, rubbing it while the hand on his hip moved onto Fraser's stomach. Hearing his partner make more sounds of pleasure, Ray moved slightly faster. Getting louder in his moans, Fraser felt the sensations of his body move and center around his groin. Any moment now, he knew he would orgasm. Letting out a loud groan, he touched the hand on his stomach and felt his body begin it's ascent. All at once, like a roller coaster, he was over the edge, while Ray sucked and tugged with mouth and hand until Fraser hand completely come.

Ray swallowed and sucked, letting more into his mouth. It was the first time he'd ever swallowed, and he didn't know why that seemed important, but it did. He accepted Fraser's cum and kept moving against the man until Fraser's body relaxed.

Straddling him again, Ray moved over Fraser and began to kiss him again. Somehow it was more erotic now. Feeling oddly connected, Ray put his hand to Fraser's cheek and kissed him harder. He could feel Fraser's hands on his ass, but it didn't matter. This wasn't about him or about Fraser. It was about them.

Sitting back, Ray slid back off the bed, then moved around it and climbed under the covers. Fraser moved slowly, standing, then getting under the blankets with Ray.

******

Fraser heard a knock at the door and looked at the time. *Did he forget his keys?* he asked himself as he crossed the living room. Opening the door, he blinked in surprise. "Kiana? Is there a problem?"

She held up a large white envelope. "I brought your pictures."

"I thought you said you would have them mailed to me," he replied.

Shrugging, she stepped into the room forcing him back from the door. "Well, it turns out I'll be in Chicago longer than expected so I thought I'd bring them by, instead." She looked around the place and took in the view. Not quite what she expected, but surprises excited her.

Fraser watched her lean over the coffee table, reading the name of a magazine and looking at the ceramic turtle as she set the envelope on a stack of newspapers. He tapped the door and let it close as he stepped up behind her while she began taking off her jacket. "Is there anything else?" he asked.

She tossed her jacket on the couch and smiled. An instant later, her arms were around his neck. "I hope so," she breathed.

Fraser grabbed her arms and stepped back, but she matched every footfall. "No, I..." he stuttered.

"You know, I wasn't really sure about you. At the photo shoot you were so tense. Out there on the ice, though, I realized I wasn't wrong." She pressed her body against him and he moved back. When his back pushed against the wall, he swallowed. She moved against him and pulled his head into a kiss.

Her lips were soft and manipulative. When her rough tongue exited her own mouth and began to play with his lips, he realized he felt something. Perhaps it was hormones and nothing more, but he felt it. *God help me.* He stopped pushing on her and let her kiss him, holding still as she parted his lips.

An instant later, he cursed himself because he didn't know when he started kissing back, but he knew he was.

All at once, Fraser was aware they weren't alone. He'd been listening for keys or the doorknob, but now he knew he must not have pushed the door closed. Making a sound, he pushed Kiana. She stepped back and Fraser stepped sideways, but Ray was moving into the room as if his feet were made of lead. His eyes were fixed on Fraser who was blushing and tugging at his collar, but as hard as he tried, only air escaped his lips. No words would form.

*I did not just see what I just saw.* Ray looked at Kiana. It took him quite some time to gain some composure, but when he did, he relaxed his body. "Uh, Kiana. Yes. Hi." He pursed his lips, narrowing his eyes. "What brings you here?"

"I just brought some pictures," she offered as she waved to the table.

Ray bit his lower lip and nodded slowly. "Uh huh. Right."

"I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't realize you two shared an apartment. I mean, he told me to send the pictures here and I just assumed he lived here alone."

"Uh huh. Right," Ray repeated, watching her as Fraser finally began to relax, wondering what was running through Ray's mind, but seeing now that there would be no bloodshed.

Kiana looked at Fraser, hoping he was going to save her from that look Ray was giving her, but saw he was looking at Ray himself, concerned. She furrowed her brow and looked at the couch. It was a mess with newspapers and bills covering one end. No where in sight was a blanket or pillow and as she looked around, she saw the place had only one bedroom.

Blinking as it sank in, she covered her mouth. "I'm sorry," she said much more breathlessly this time. "I didn't realize..." she let the sentence trail, but her words finally broke Ray from his trance as he glanced at Fraser.

The two men looked at each other a moment, then turned to her. By then, Kiana had her jacket and was thrusting an arm through one sleeve. She wouldn't look either of them in the eye, but as she passed Ray, he put his hand against her arm. She stopped and looked at him.

Pointing with his other finger, he spoke firmly. "You can't say anything."

She met his eyes and half smiled. "Oh, don't worry about that," she said. "I don't think anyone would believe me." An instant later she was out the door.

Holding their breaths a moment, when Ray let his out, he shook his head and chuckled. Fraser let out his slowly. "Ray?"

Ray looked up and stopped laughing long enough to shake his head before going into the kitchen. He reached into the refrigerator, taking out a beer.

*Maybe this is ok,* Fraser told himself. *He doesn't seem upset.*

"Fraser," Ray said slowly after taking a large gulp off the bottle.

"Yes?"

Ray looked at him a moment, then slammed down the beer. Swallowing, Fraser then saw the hurt and anger in Ray's eyes. "I'm sorry, I don't know what to say," Ray said with surprising calm.

"I'm sorry," Fraser offered.

Ray put his hands on the counter and leaned. Dropping his head and shaking it, he let out a grunt. "I don't want you do anything you don't want to do. I don't want you here if you don't want to be."

"I want to be," Fraser responded immediately.

Ray looked him in the eyes. "Do you?"

"Yes." He paused. "It was nothing. Nothing happened."

"Why? Because I walked through the door or because it wouldn't have?" he sneered.

"Please don't be angry."

Ray straightened. "What the hell should I be? Guess it took a minute for you to notice me standing there because I had a chance to see enough to know it was something."

"No, Ray..."

"Don't insult me by saying it wasn't anything, Fraser," Ray snapped. "I. Am. Not. Blind," he enunciated.

"I didn't expect it. I didn't know..."

Ray shook his head, averting his eyes. "Of course not. You're an innocent, incorruptible Mountie," he murmured. *Who knows exactly what he's doing, but won't admit it.* Slamming his hand on the counter, he grabbed the beer and crossed to the bedroom.

When the door was slammed in Fraser's face, he stopped and put a hand on the doorframe. "Ray, I am sorry. You have to believe me. She didn't know. I didn't know."

Ray was leaning against the wall, trying as hard as he could not to be pissed, trying impossibly hard not to hit the wall. For fear that Fraser would feel guilty, he didn't want him to see how angry he was. *Didn't know?* He gritted his teeth and moved back to the door. *Let him see that I'm angry. I'm ticked. I could break something. He didn't know!?*

It was quiet for several seconds before Fraser heard movement in the bedroom again. The door opened and Ray leaned against the door. "You were kissing a woman. Exactly what did you not know?"

"I didn't know it was going to happen. She didn't know I was in a relationship."

"But you kissed her back. I thought women were out of the picture here."

"I didn't realize that this was exclusively against women," Fraser stated.

Ray waved his arms, confused and annoyed. "Well, Fraser, what do you think? I don't see any women here."

"But that's sexist, Ray."

He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He pressed fingertips against his temple and rubbed it. "Sexist? It's sexist because you and I are in a relationship?"

"No, that isn't my point."

"Then what is?"

Fraser shook his head. "It doesn't seem right to exclude her based solely on the fact that she is a woman. If it had been another man, would it still have bothered you?"

"Yes!"

"So, you see that it isn't because she's a woman. It's what she represents."

"Ok, but that doesn't change the fact that you were kissing a woman." He spoke with hand movements and a determined jaw as if explaining something to a small child. "See, the thing I'm not getting here is that you are a man and I am a man. If I saw you kissing another man, I'd be pissed, but I'd get it. She wasn't a man." He looked at Fraser again and licked his lips. "That's my reasoning. If you were kissing a man, then we'd be admitting that this relationship is right for us. Kissing a woman says to me that you 're just biding your time until the right woman kisses you."

"I'm not biding my time..."

"Then why are you kissing women?"

"I haven't kissed women. One woman kissed me."

"You kissed back. Let's not forget that."

"I was confused."

"No, no, see, Fraze, we went through confused when we started this thing, remember? We were confused about why we liked each other over anyone else in the world. Once we accepted that we were denying certain facts, things got a lot easier. How do you get confused again?"

*I don't know!* Fraser's mind screamed. *I didn't know what I was doing, but if I could, I'd take it all back!* "I just didn't know how to stop it."

"Kissing back wasn't the way to make that happen. Running your hands all over her body..."

"There were no hands," Fraser inserted quickly. "No hands anywhere they shouldn't have been."

"They were on her! That's somewhere they shouldn't have been!"

"I was trying to stop her..."

"After you realized I was in the room..."

"No, before, but she didn't stop and I didn't know what to think and ... and that's when I got..." he let it trail off.

"Confused. Right. Yeah." Ray threw back his head and finished the beer, then tossed the empty on the couch. *Got confused. I know if a woman were kissing me, I'd be thinking about something other than wanting to kiss her back.* Ray leaned against the door frame and folded his arms.

Fraser took the silent brooding of Ray against the doorway as a sign that he could speak more. "I don't want you to be angry."

Ray looked at the floor. *It's not about what you want.* He sighed. *But how can I be angry when I know you're telling me the truth? How can I be angry when the truth is that our confusion didn't just melt away, it only got easier. We don't know what we're doing. We're a couple of fools playing around and trying to figure out what love is all about.* His eyes met Fraser's and he straightened. "Well," he whispered, then passed Fraser. In the kitchen, he got himself another beer.

Fraser made a sound. "Uh," to which Ray looked up and saw him pointing at the beer.

"It's two beers, Fraze. We're not talking drunken stupor."

Fraser nodded, but the truth was he'd never seen Ray have a second. "Are you.. are we all right?" he asked cautiously.

Ray shrugged and nodded. "I'm annoyed. I don't know how to not be annoyed right now so I'll just be that, ok?"

"Understood," Fraser replied. "But you and I are..."

"You and I are... are going to discuss commitment and exclusion." Ray smiled. "Yeah, we're ok."

Fraser smiled a little and leaned across the counter. Ray let out a breath as he leaned in and kissed him. For a moment Ray saw someone else's lips against his own and as he pulled back, he washed the taste away with more beer.

******

"You know I don't watch many movies, Ray, but I can see why you enjoy this film," Fraser said as Ray picked up the remote and depressed the stop button.

Setting the control back on the coffee table, he turned to Fraser. "Yeah?"

"Certainly. It was full of action and drama. I can see that Steve McQueen is enjoyable to watch." Fraser looked at Ray, unaware that the wolf had raised his head from the corner or the room, his nap disturbed by their movement.

Ray smiled contentedly, placing his right hand on Fraser's upper thigh. Fraser looked at him with a little surprise. Though Ray had claimed things were good between them for two days, he'd done little more than touch him and it had been with little affection each time. Even the kisses were
distant.

"Are you ready for lunch?" Fraser asked, slowly testing the waters.

"We'll eat a little later," Ray said, looking into his eyes. Reaching around, Ray put his left hand on the back of Fraser's head and moved in to kiss him. Feeling eager, Fraser put his hands around Ray and leaned close. Ray made it a small kiss at first, then kissed him again a little longer. Pulling back a moment to look into Fraser's eyes, Ray saw an apologetic tenderness. He took in a quick breath and kissed the man harder, more passionately.

Fraser was already excited. He could feel in those lips that this wasn't just passion or hormones, it was love. There was no blame, no distance in Ray's moves anymore. Feeling Ray shift to lean further over him, he wrapped his arms more tightly around him and let his lips relax to the sensation of Ray's tongue.

Ray was suckling Fraser's lower lip, tonguing it and nibbling it as he felt Fraser holding him closer. So comfortable and secure it felt, he ran his left hand over Fraser's back and his right up onto his chest.

Fraser ran his hands down Ray's back and stopped low. He pulled Ray's hips in slightly, then pushed himself from the couch, laying Ray back onto it and moving over him. They adjusted themselves until both were comfortable, then Fraser began to undo Ray's pants while continuing to caress his lips with his own.

Touching Fraser's neck, Ray broke from his lips and brushed them along Fraser's jaw. Sliding his lips along Fraser's neck, he found a tender piece of flesh and bit it. Fraser flinched as Ray had found a bruise that was still healing, one of the worst. Ray knew he had and when he felt Fraser shift from his bite, he licked it, then kissed it gently. Pleasured from being the cause of pain, then the gentle giver of the reward, Ray put both hands on Fraser's chest and pushed him back.

"Is something wrong?" Fraser asked, putting a hand on the back of the couch to hold himself up.

Ray shook his head. "I just want to move into the bedroom."

Fraser raised his eyebrows and rested his hand on Ray's groin. "You sure?"

Nodding, Ray struggled from under Fraser until Fraser moved back and stood. The two walked into the bedroom and Ray kicked the door mostly closed. Quickly pulling his shirt over his head, he watched Fraser unbuttoning the flannel shirt he wore. His pants already undone, Ray simply removed them and climbed into the bed. He still watched Fraser, feeling charged as he did so, while reaching into the side table and taking out the necessary supplies for an afternoon of pleasure.

Finally, Fraser climbed in beside him. Ray had tucked the tube and small square of foil behind himself. As soon as Fraser was beside him, Ray put an arm around him, moving in to press his lips to Fraser's. While his hands went on Ray's sides, Fraser kissed back, letting his tongue explore Ray's lips, but refusing to move it inside Ray's mouth. He could feel Ray trying to capture his tongue, but Fraser wanted to taste him, savour him. He wanted to explore and know exactly how those lips felt so he could imagine them at night.

Ray eventually caught Fraser's tongue, using his teeth to gently hold it in place as he licked it with his own and suckled. Leaning over Fraser, Ray pulled free from the kiss and used his tongue on Fraser's jaw, tracing the line, but not touching the flesh with his lips. He let his tongue move
around, slowly working to Fraser's ear. Still not using his lips, he tongued at the earlobe and the tender flesh just below and behind it. He pushed his tongue against the skin and heard Fraser's breath catch ever so slightly.

Satisfied, Ray brushed his hand so slowly down Fraser's chest, he could sense Fraser's anticipation at where it would stop. Gently over the nipple, brushing it with a fingertip, Ray moved over the bottom of Fraser's ribcage next. He shifted his mouth down Fraser's neck and began to kiss with tongue and lips, sucking each spot lightly as his hand traced along his abdomen, finally reaching Fraser's pelvic region.

Fraser shifted beneath him and Ray could feel his erection, barely aware of his own as he nibbled Fraser's collarbone and let his hand finally reach Fraser's groin. He still hesitated a moment before touching Fraser's penis, but when he did, he grabbed it and held it firmly as he licked Fraser's chest.

Ray reached with his free hand around behind Fraser. First, he massaged the ass for a few moments, tugging his cock and kissing his chest the entire time. A moment later, he reached back and pushed his finger between Fraser' s soft skin, touching his asshole and sliding his finger around it.

Pulling back, he let got of Fraser's erection and shifted to one side, guiding Fraser to roll over. Fraser was obedient, shifting slightly to one knee as he heard Ray moving behind him. A wrapper tore, then he heard the soft latex peeling. An instant later, he could hear Ray shifting, then placing a finger against his hole again. Ray's body leaned against his, the warmth closing around him while the finger brushed against his anus, but still didn't go in. Fraser wondered what Ray was doing, why he was stalling until he finally felt Ray's penis against his ass.

Ray was slow and gentle as he pushed just the tip inside. There he stopped. He leaned forward and took a piece of Fraser's upper back between his teeth and sucked. As Ray sucked hard and imagined the taste of blood in his mouth, he knew he would leave a good mark. Sensing that Fraser was begging him to push inside, to fuck him hard, he knew he wouldn't say it out loud. He heard Fraser moan and felt him shifting, encouraging and anxious, but Ray wouldn't give in.

*Please,* Fraser's mind begged as he felt Ray bite on his back. *You can't just tease like that, stay there like that.* Inside, he was tensing, his muscles fighting with Ray, feeling mocked. *I need it. I want it. Please.* He shifted again, hoping to coax Ray into motion, to stop the sucking which was painful, but didn't matter because he was hurting more from the desire that Ray wasn't fulfilling. *What do you want from me!?*

Ray let his tongue slide over the bite mark on Fraser's back, then he leaned close to Fraser's neck. "I want to hear you beg." He felt Fraser shift, but he didn't move.

Fraser licked his lips. "Please," he whispered.

"Tell me to do it, Fraze. Tell me to fuck you."

Lightheaded now, Fraser swallowed. He shifted again, but knew Ray would get what he wanted. "Please do it," he whispered.

"I want to hear the words, Fraze," Ray breathed into his ear.

*Fuck me!* Fraser thought, but he wasn't one to use those words. Ray had been trying to instill them into him, but he just couldn't say it. He felt Ray shift against him, remind him how close he was to ecstasy, and how far away he remained. "Fuck me," he said so breathy, Ray had to read his lips.

"I want to hear it," Ray insisted.

Fraser swallowed again and moistened his mouth. "Fuck me," he whispered, barely louder.

"I want to fuck you, but I need you to beg."

Fraser closed his eyes. "Fuck me," he said, quickly and loudly making it known as his heart fluttered from the unexpected rush it gave him.

Ray moved back from Fraser's ear, then and braced himself. Soft and gentle was what he'd given Fraser so far. Now he collected every muscle in his body and threw his hips in a fast, incredible thrust.

Yelling out in his surprise, Fraser grabbed the edges of the bed and felt Ray slide inside so fast, he wasn't prepared. Ray thrust hard again, causing Fraser to tighten his grip. It was aggressive and painful, Ray throwing himself against Fraser repeatedly. He groaned as he felt the shaft go deeper inside. *Am I being punished?* Fraser asked himself, but the answer was interrupted by another painful shove.

Ray was harsh in his movements from that point on. He breathed heavily, exhausting himself with each pump into Fraser, but the release felt good. Harder still, he grabbed Fraser's hip and pulled it back as he threw himself in again. Each time, he'd slide out slightly, just so he had something to dig in deeper with.

Fraser was gritting his teeth and moaning, not aware that Ray was doing the same thing. Feeling himself get hotter, his skin ready to burst into flames as his muscles tensed, Fraser knew he was nearing that moment of bliss. Ray 's hand reached around him, the body coming closer as the hand rubbed Fraser's body. Ray calmed his movements, keeping himself deep inside, but now giving just small thrusts into Fraser, tiny movements that got him deeper, but without aggression. His breathing was heavy and weighted against Fraser 's back.

Taking a deep breath, Fraser closed his eyes. His moment had arrived and as he pushed back against Ray, he felt himself begin the spasms. Ray grabbed Fraser's cock and pumped it, just at the same moment, beginning to come himself. As Fraser came against the understanding hand, spilling seed all over the bed, Ray pressed his pulsating cock into Fraser's ass and continued to move against him. Fraser could hear that Ray was also coming by the way he breathed, the moan he let out whenever he came.

Once he was empty, his heart slowing, breathing beginning to calm, Fraser took in a shaky breath and let it out. Two breaths later, Ray was finished and also taking a deep breath as he slid out of Fraser and laid back onto the bed. "Fuck you," Fraser heard Ray breathe, then heard him shifting.

Turning over, Fraser saw that Ray had turned his back to him and pulled the blanket over himself, effectively blocking Fraser off from him. Fraser got comfortable on his side and touched Ray's arm. "Ray?"

"Do you want to go out to lunch or do you want to eat something here?"

Fraser knew answering would take the conversation in another direction. Moving closer, he put his arm over Ray. "Ray, do we need to talk?"

"No."

"You still seem to be harbouring some feelings of."

Ray rolled onto his back and smiled at Fraser. "Actually, I'm feeling a lot better now."

"Then why did you say."

Ray let out a sigh and sat up. "I don't want to analyze right now, Fraze," he said rather quietly. "I just want to take a shower." Walking into the bathroom, he picked up a fresh towel from the closet on his way. A moment later, he returned to the doorway. "Want to join me?" he asked with his boyish grin that Fraser found hard to resist.

Fraser finished first, climbing out and wrapping a towel around his waist as he talked to Ray. "I think it would be nice to stay in for lunch today," Fraser was saying.

"Sure. Haven't done that for a while."

"No, we haven't," Fraser remarked. "Sometimes it's nice to be out, but there are things to be said about being alone."

"Fraser?" Ray said quietly, then leaned out of the shower and looked at him.

"Yes, Ray?"

"I just want you to know that it really is ok. I'm just feeling a little. tired."

"Tired?"

Ray shrugged. "Physically and emotionally I guess. I just don't want to screw things up."

Fraser leaned in and kissed Ray. "I'm the one who screwed it up," he said, using Ray's jargon. Just then, he heard a knock on the door and furrowed his brow. "Expecting anyone?"

Ray shook his head. "Should we ignore it?"

"I'll get it," Fraser said as he shook his head.

As he was pulling on his pants, the knock at the door was repeated. He heard the water shut off as he put on his shirt and buttoned it as he walked out of the bedroom and to the door.

Opening it, he took a step back and swallowed. "I didn't expect to see you again," he said.

Ray perked his ears, trying to hear what was going on while he dried off.

"I brought a peace offering," came the voice. Ray looked down at the floor and pursed his lips. He knew that voice. Kiana was back like a bad habit. Gritting his teeth, he hurriedly dropped the towel and had his pants on before he was out of the door. Swinging it open, he stepped out and strode across the room. Folding his arms over his bare chest, he looked directly at her.

Fraser turned, holding a small group of papers stapled together in one hand. Kiana stepped past him into the apartment, meeting Ray's glare with a solemn expression. "I'm sorry. If I had any idea."

"You didn't bother asking," he said.

"It didn't occur to me that I needed to. Benton is so shy and." She shook her head. "Not shy. I just didn't connect."

Ray waved his hand. "What brings you by?"

"Well, I came to apologize, but also to give Benton the article so he can look it over." She glanced at him and Fraser held out the papers to Ray. Ray nodded. Kiana took another step toward him, then looked back at Fraser. "I ruined a good thing," she said.

Ray interrupted immediately. "You didn't ruin anything. Whatever happened is for Fraser and me to work out. It's not about you."

"Well, it is," she argued, looking back and forth between them. "I didn't mean between the two of you. I meant all of us. We had a good thing going, at least I thought. I know I was having a good time at the photo shoot. They're usually pretty dull, but you joked back, Ray," she said. "And the
hockey, that was a good game. I've been running around too much the past few years to have such a good time."

Ray blinked. "Uh, I'm sensing a point to this somewhere and I'm not sure I want to know what it is."

Fraser finally closed the door and stepped around Kiana until she could face them both without moving. "Kiana," he began, but didn't know how to finish so he stood, trying to gather his thoughts.

She tossed some hair over her shoulder, then, and smiled. "Look, what I'm saying is that now that I know what I didn't before and now that I thought about the fun we were having, I thought maybe we could be friends."

"I thought you were leaving." Ray sniffed with slight detachment.

"Things keep coming up," she said. "Now I've got an editor interested in a piece on nature in Chicago so I'll be here for a little longer." She paused. "So I thought maybe for once I'd be in a place long enough to make friends, but then I realized I made a move on one of the best candidates." Ray still looked annoyed so she made her appeal to him. "Look, I screwed up. I'm here swallowing any pride I might have had to ask you to think about hanging out with me a little. I'll take you both to dinner," she added as if that would make all the difference.

"We haven't had lunch," Ray stated.

Kiana looked at her watch. "Ok, late lunch. What do you say?"

Ray shrugged. "I say a free meal is a free meal. Fraser?"

Fraser stiffened. "I suppose it would be all right," he said, though he was confused by Ray's change in attitude.

"Great. Then I'll go down and get my truck and."

"We'll take the Goat," Ray said, leaving no room to argue. "But we'll let you go get the elevator for us," he added, giving her an insincere smile. "I just suggest you wait because it could be a few minutes."

She looked between them and saw that they wanted to talk. Nodding, she went to the door and opened it. Before she was out, Diefenbaker had run past her. "You think you're getting a free meal? Think again, Wolf. I hope you brought your wallet," she said, closing the door behind her.

Fraser turned to Ray, but Ray turned away and went back to the bedroom. "I'd have liked a quiet afternoon," he mumbled as he got fresh socks from a basket beside the bed and sat down to put them on. Fraser moved around the bed to face Ray. Looking up, Ray shrugged. "I know. You think I'm still annoyed." He let out a breath. "Well, I guess I am, but she is nice enough and she knows about us and." He shook his head while leaned forward to get his boots. "I wonder what it will be like to associate with someone who knows."

Fraser nodded, finally understanding. "I'll get dressed," he said, buttoning the rest of his shirt and finding socks of his own.

Putting her arms around Fraser, Kiana began to kiss him. He kissed her, holding her close as he slipped his lips to her chin and sucked it a moment before moving down her neck. At the collarbone, she stopped him, pushed him back, and put her knee between his thighs as she leaned over him. Holding his jaw, she nipped at his lips, then ran her hands down his chest, kissing between her fingertips.

She heard Ray's breathing increase and as she glanced, she saw him licking his lips while tenderly touching himself. Smiling a little, she moved back to kiss Fraser's abdomen, slowly moving down until she was to his stiff penis. In her hand was the circular gift she knew she would be needing soon. She closed her eyes and took him into her mouth, unrolling the condom as she went over him, then lashing out with her tongue to lick his scrotum each time she took him in and pulling her lips all the way back to the tip.

Hearing Fraser moan, she felt movement on the bed while his erection became harder. She brushed her hands on his pelvis, then sat up. Ray had moved closer to them and was tugging his own cock while he stared into Fraser's eyes. Kiana moved up Fraser's body and straddled him. As she moved over him, she placed one hand on his chest, then moved her pelvis over his to let him inside of her.

Ray watched, wondering what Fraser was feeling. He saw her move over Fraser and begin to shift slowly, riding him rhythmically. Observing the actions of their hips, Ray let out a soft moan and slid even closer. Fraser's hands were on her hips, but as Ray neared him, then leaned over him and began to lick and suck at his lips, Fraser moved his hand to Ray's chest, sliding it down until he held Ray's erection in his own hand.

They moved together, pumping and breathing with increasing intensity. Ray put his hand around Fraser's torso while moving his lips to the other man's neck and shoulder. Taking a small amount of skin between his teeth, he moaned and nibbled. Fraser writhed beneath him, his entire body moving. Excited, Ray moaned again, not realizing that the other two were moaning as well.

Kiana looked at the men making out as she felt Fraser deep inside of her. She leaned back and rested one hand on Fraser's thigh, pumping her hips harder and harder as she let out a louder groan. She could feel his dick pressing into her, the muscles beginning to swell with the movements. Using her other hand, she reached to her side and grabbed Ray's ass, massaging it as she felt herself getting hotter.

Ray was surprised the first instant he felt the hand on his ass, but as it began to press and squeeze him the touch only added to it all. He let out a moan and moved his tongue back into Fraser's mouth, letting the sound vibrate against Fraser's lips. He was still enjoying the sensation of Fraser's hand on his cock as he neared orgasm, but just as he was about to come, he was distracted by Kiana's voice.

Her groaning got louder until Fraser felt her muscles spasming against himself. He couldn't stop the sound escaping his mouth as an instant later, he felt Ray come in his hand, letting out a small groan of his own. Kiana continued to move, but with all the sensations, Fraser was brought to the edge and in only a few more moments, he had his own orgasm.

Kiana moved off Fraser, laying beside him, but putting him between herself and Ray. Resting his arm over Fraser, Ray looked across at her and smiled. It was the first time she really noticed the way his face creased when he grinned and from the look in his eye, she knew he was content.

Watching Fraser look into Ray's eyes, Kiana glanced between the two of them. "What are you thinking?" she asked softly.

Fraser cleared his throat and looked at her. "I'm trying not to," he responded, knowing the idea would amuse Ray. He knew Ray felt he over-analyzed everything.

Ray chuckled and looked at her. "I think I swore off women too fast," he said with a wink.

Smiling, Kiana leaned over Fraser. "And I didn't even fuck you," she breathed, then tried to kiss him, but he pulled back. She looked puzzled only a moment. She thought kissing her had been part of the appeal, but his distance made it clear that if he wanted it, he didn't want it now. Ray watched her, letting his action sink in then turned to Fraser. He had been studying them both, but as Ray moved over him and began to kiss, Fraser put his arms around his lover and returned the affection. Ray pulled Fraser to his side and glanced past his shoulder as he mouthed Fraser, his eyes playing with Kiana suggestively while his hands moved over Fraser's back.

Kiana put her arms around Fraser, beginning to rub across his chest. Her eyes were on Ray, wondering if there were lines she wasn't allowed to cross. He responded by winking, then kissing Fraser's neck and chest. He took his arms from around Fraser and Kiana used the extra room to scoot closer and massage Fraser's abdomen. Ray slid down, his hands on Fraser's pecs as he kissed near his ribcage.

Fraser was in ecstasy. The hands and lips all over his body made him tingle. Kiana's lips met the back of his neck, but as Ray's hands left his body, Fraser looked down. In a move, Ray had taken Kiana's hands and was kissing them. Kiana stopped kissing Fraser's neck, surprised by what her hands felt. It took her a moment to savour the sensation before she returned to kissing Fraser's neck and shoulders. The movement had made Fraser hard again and as his erection rubbed against Ray's thigh, he felt Ray's stiffen against his own leg.

Ray took a finger into his mouth and sucked it, running his tongue around it. He shifted to look at Kiana, then let her go as he moved in on Fraser again. Fraser felt his tongue nearly sucked from his own mouth as Ray licked it hungrily.

Moving her mouth along Fraser's neck, Kiana wondered if she got close enough to Ray, would he kiss her? She brought her body even tighter against Fraser 's, letting out her tongue to lick his neck. Ray stopped kissing Fraser's mouth and looked at her. She smiled and leaned her head close.

Ray cleared his throat, reaching across to touch the side of her face. He then began to move away from Fraser. "Come here," he said, indicating the space between them.

Kiana nodded and climbed over Fraser without a word. She was on hands and knees between them, but when she lowered one shoulder to face Ray, he made a circle with his finger. "Face him," he said, his voice sounding gruff suddenly. Shifting, she turned to face Fraser and wondered what her next command would be. Instead, she felt Ray move up close to her, pressing his body against her and continuing to move until her body was so tight between them both, Ray could put his hand on Fraser's side.

She felt Ray pulling her hair to the side, then he began to kiss her ear. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the gentle tingling it sent through her until Ray's hand ran up Fraser's side, then slipped between her and Fraser. His hand cupped her breast and she felt his leg move over her thigh. His erection was hard against her. With each move, he was gently shifting his hips against her.

Fraser leaned close and kissed Kiana on the lips, capturing her mouth and releasing, then capturing it again. He repeated the move a few times before sliding his hand down her side and grabbing Ray's knee. Once he held the knee, he leaned in and took her mouth, suckling her lip and giving her the tiniest touch from his teeth. She moaned in the rapture brought on by both men.

Her body growing hot and moist with the sweat of the flesh against hers, Kiana felt Ray's tongue tracing lines below her ear, behind it, then along the back of her neck. He pinched her nipple just before moving his hand down her side. As it slipped behind her, she felt movement against her ass. Both fear and excitement filled her as she anticipated what might happen next.

She felt Ray's body shift against hers, then his finger moved around her hole. Certain she'd heard him putting on a condom, she now felt what she assumed was lubricant. It was a moment before she felt pressure, pushing hard into her. His finger slid inside and he pumped it a little. His lips went back to her neck, suckling and licking as she felt his digit moving inside her. Kiana caught herself shaking at the unexpected sensations his movements caused.

Fraser looked over and saw Ray's movements. He cleared his throat and Ray looked at him a moment. "Another prophylactic?" Fraser requested softly.

Kiana couldn't resist smiling at his formality, but she felt the finger leave her long enough for Ray to reach behind himself. He passed Fraser the foil square and before she had time to brace herself, she felt him holding her ass, positioning his cock against her hole. Her senses sent her flying as she heard the tearing of one wrapper at the same moment she felt Ray push into her. She gasped, feeling the pain and tightness against his erection, but he pushed again, gently moving into her.

He tried to be as tender with her as he could, guessing from her behaviour that she hadn't been entered this way before. His breath on her neck made her hair stand on end as he continued to push steadily into her. He braced her by placing his hand on her hip, pushing in again as he looked at Fraser. His leg was still over Kiana's, leaving Fraser little room to maneuver, but he shifted into her space, using his fingers to spread her. He pushed between her legs enough to press himself into her. Shifting a little, he moved his hips against hers, keeping his fingers in the tight space between them so he could brush her clitoris while his penis pressed against her.

Kiana's moans were loud until Ray pushed into her harder. Her jaw dropped open and she groaned, but Ray was grunting near her ear so she couldn't hear herself. He wasn't too rough, but he was now thrusting into her harder, Fraser fighting for sensations as his fingers and dick explored her other side. She felt hot, her head feeling pressure as the muscles in her body tensed. All at once, she cried out. Her orgasm was very strong against Fraser and as he pulled back, he thrust his fingers deep inside of her. This made the contractions more forceful and she cried out again.

Ray pushed into her, grunting louder and shoving with some force twice more before she heard him let out a shaky breath and come inside her. He pumped a few more times before removing his leg and laying back. The moment he did, Fraser pushed her back and pushed into her. He thrust with pure intent, hard and fast until he swallowed hard, then came breathlessly. She was still feeling the effects of her strong orgasm and could barely find breath herself, but as he got off her, she threw her hand to her chest and gasped until she could take breath deep enough to calm herself.

It was then she noticed how much she was shaking. She tried to move, but it sent the muscles inside her into spasm again. Ray closed his eyes, unable to take in light at this moment, the sound of them all panting making his head spin. Fraser swallowed, trying to get moisture back into his mouth, but also not moving.

Part 9

The End
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