In the Closet


        By Red Skye
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        Notes: I decided to take a break from doing extremely
nasty things to our erstwhile hero's for a while. No graphic
or explicit sex or violence here.
        Rated [A.R] M/M for sex, pouncing and declarations of
lust. Yes, Benni & Ray get together in this.. eventually.
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        Fraser watched Ray poke at his Chow Mien for the 100th
time that even and make a half hearted attempt at eating it.
        "Something on your mind Ray?"
        "Huh?"
        "I said is there something on your mind, I'd say
you've hardly touched your food, only you've been stabbing
it for the last half hour."
        Ray gave a weak smile.
        "Good one, Benni, I'll have to remember that line,
might come in handy some day."
        "What's on your mind?"
        "A case I got assigned.. Important case, someone's
been putting people in the hospital with regular monotony
out Simpson Street way."
        "Simpson Street, isn't that where that new Gay club
opened it's doors last month."
        "Yeah.. but it's not the only high class place that's
opened up there.. It's turning into "The Place" to be
seen.. 3 restaurants, 2 clubs and a new bar have opened
since that Gay club, all the expensive type. Sure the
assaults started after it opened. But it doesn't seem to
matter if the victims gay or not.. At least 3 dead straight
guys have been jumped. One was the son of a City Hall
Councillor.. and it was just my luck to pull that case.. I
mean they were all being investigated as separate incidents
till the pattern started becoming obvious.. Always the
same.. the victim or victims were walking down the street
when they heard a car pulling up and the next thing they
know they're waking up in the hospital. Minus their wallets
and anything valuable they might have been wearing. In my
book it's just opportunists who see a guy in an expensive
suit walking down the street and figure he's loaded and
they're covering their tracks.."
        "How so?"
        "Well, the majority of the guys they jumped have been
Gay - I think they're doing it just to make people think
they're Homophobes just out to teach the little faggots a
lesson.. Which is what they all say.. And they always come
at them from behind, no one's had a chance to see them. The
only reason I know its a team is cause they've jumped a gay
couple or two and taken both of them out at the same time."
        "You're not getting very far are you?"
        "I'm getting nowhere and fast.. And I got told to
forget every other case and wrap this one up *fast* after
the Councillor's son got jumped. Welsh is breathing down my
neck about it, but these guys are good.. They always chose
times when the streets virtually dead, always attack from
behind.. No one ever sees anything. And if someone has seen
something going down they haven't come forward. I got such
sore feet from knocking on doors and questioning everyone in
the neighbourhood. Most of the time I get a door slammed in
my face to the I don't know nuthin' tune.. S'cept when I ask
around the entertainment strip. That's a different story."
        "They're helpful."
        "They *wish* they could be. It's scaring off
customers. I've got passes to all the clubs and I can get
free drinks at any of the bars and free food at any of the
restaurants to check out the patron's by pretending to be
one.. But so far I haven't noticed anyone who looks like
he's sizing up the patrons."
        "Shouldn't you be out there now."
        "I ran out of really expensive suits, they're all at
the cleaners. I'd stick out like a sore thumb in anything
less than a 5C suit.. If something goes down tonight, I'm
hitting up Welsh for a voucher to buy some more expensive
threads.. "
        "Once you get your suits out of the cleaners.."
        "Even they get me noticed. It's like they're checking
me out and deciding I'm either I'm exactly what I am and
cain't afford to buy the sort of threads they all wear, or
that I'm trawling for a nice rich money man or lady to keep
me in the style I'd like to become accustomed too."
        -And I don wanna go back out that way alone again. I'm
sick of the gay guys hitting on me when they notice I'm
alone around there. I swear the next time someone grab's my
butt, sweet talk or not, I'm gonna deck em.-
        "I already had *two* offers.. A woman as old as my
mother put the word on me in one of those restaurants, kept
sending me drinks.. The expensive kind, Moet & Chandon, Dom
Peringer and Bolinger, and she was sending the whole bottle
each time."
        Fraser laughed.
        "It ain't funny.. When I shifted to a bar instead, it
was some guy who just lurves Italians. My favourite kind of
Gigolo he says."
        Fraser laughed harder even though Ray gave him the evil
eye about it.

                        *=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=*

        Ray meant to ask Fraser to accompany him on his trawl
the next night but his throat just seized up every time he
tried because what he needed was someone to pretend to be
part of a couple with. He told himself that he didn't ask
because suits were something Fraser just didn't own and you
can only get away with a Mountie uniform so many times.
        Welsh listened to his request for a voucher so he could
dress more appropriately and the reason why. Welsh told him
he'd get back to him on it. Ray went home to sleep, by
necessity his sleep cycle had turned upside down, because he
was up all night out on Simpson street. He went out to
collect his dry cleaning and made it to the cleaners just
before they closed. He returned that night to get a pile of
letters he was told to take to the specific men's wear
stores who's addresses and the names of managers were on the
envelopes the next day.
        He bumped into Huey on his way out and automatically
checked out his suit and an idea popped into his head.
        "Hey Huey doing anything?"
        "I was just about to go off duty."
        "How would you like a free dinner at Regina's
restaurant."
        "The new place on Simpson Street.. Pretty expensive."
        "I get free meals there, I can get dinner for two at
no cost."
        "Oh that's right you pulled the Simpson Street case.
Nice Fringe benefits."
        "You can enjoy them too, if you'll just tag along with
me."
        "Need back up."
        "I'm sick of being hit on, by people who think I'm a
gigolo trawling for a new sugar mama or daddy depending on
where I am."
        Huey laughed.
        "With that Gay club just up the other end of the block
none of the bars or restaurants bats a lash when a pair of
guys show up."
        "Are you asking me to pretend to be your *Gay*
partner?"
        "While it certainly wouldn't hurt, no.. you ain't seen
the way they act up that end of Simpson street, you can spot
the straight guys just out for a good meal while they talk
business a mile off. And there's plenty of straight guys
mixing business and pleasure out there."
        "Well in that case, I never turn down a free meal at
an expensive restaurant.. Uh should I head for home and
change into something a little more expensive."
        Ray looked him up and down.
        "You got more expensive than *that*?"
        "Hey I like nice suits and I don't have a partner who
likes trashing my wardrobe. I can afford to buy good clothes
on an irregular basis.. Instead of having to go for mid-
range because someone's wrecking all my suits as fast as I
can replace them."
        "That's Fraser allright.. And no you don't have to
change. That's just fine.. I'll met you at Reginia's in say
an hour.. Nothing goes down till it gets good and dark
out."

                        *=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=*

        Ray had nothing but bad luck that night. The you can
spot a couple of straight guy's a mile off thing was right,
and he got propositioned twice by women he'd come to learn
were regulars. Huey laughed and called him a lady killer,
just for the hell of it, Ray adjourned to a bar he knew the
gay crowd frequented and snickered when Huey jumped half out
of skin when someone goosed him and he looked around to find
another well dressed black man smiling down at him.
        Ray wrapped his arm around Huey's and glared up at the
Ebon Giant.
        "Find your own Man, Andre," He said.
        The giant leaned over him.
        "Stick to you're own kind Iy-tie."
        "He is my own kind, a red blooded American Male and
that's just how I like em."
        Ray got a hearty little pat that was more like a shove.
        "You got guts, little man, I think I like you."
        "Who you callin' little, Andre, I ain't wearing
baggies cause I got short changed in that department like
you, Tiny."
        The giant laughed and gave him another little
pat/shove, and spun him around directing him toward the bar
with a hand on the back.
        "I do like you, let's have a drink, Hey Jenk's, A
Bolinger over here."
        Ray submitted to the big man's flirtation, with Huey at
his left, the giant to his right. They discovered the giant
was *naturally* a major league basketball player in town for
a game. That he recently scored a big sponsorship contract,
and was just rolling in money. He kept mentioning the fact,
and after at least an hour of flirtation flat out
propositioned Ray, with a hand on his thigh, fingers doing
things that made go cross eye, while telling him had more
money than his other Sugar Daddy, mentioning his Mazreatti,
and penthouse suite at a high class hotel. Huey palmed his
badge and leaned around Ray and flashed it in the Giant's
face.
        "You got one of these too, *Sister*."
        The giant backed off, fast and went looking for more
receptive company. Ray sculled down the final glass of
Bolinger the Giant had ordered.
        "You o.k, you look a little flushed. You're not coming
down with something are you?"
        "The damn man was touching me up," Ray finally said
when he found his voice again.
        Huey almost laughed.
        "Thanks for the rescue."
        "Hey, you rescued me from him first. Just returning
the favour. Let's get out of here."
        "In a minute," Ray said tugging his coat around
before rising.
        "I gotta go the little men's room."
        No sooner had he passed through the doors to that room
than his tall admirer followed him in and a moment later he
was up against a wall and being well and truly touched up
while the Giant kissed the life out of him. Shock kept him
from reacting at first but his body responded to the expert
touch of his towering masher even as his hands flew up to
land on his chest. He gave a little whimper as his body
betrayed him and mentally berated himself for touching any
of the drinks the giant had ordered.
        He didn't know wether to be grateful or annoyed when
Huey arrived and kicked the towering man between the legs
from behind. The Giant went down and Ray almost slid down
the wall in mortification. Huey assumed he was in shock from
the mauling and with a quick glance around moved in to
rapidly tuck Ray's now raging hard on back into his pants.
Ray did start sliding the wall at that then Huey's arm was
wrapping around him and he was being hustled out of there.
        He was lead to Huey's car and belted up in the seat and
sank into it covering his face with his hands, the shakes
setting in as Huey moved around the car to climb in. He
heard Huey belt up, then pat his shoulder.
        "Oh god.. was that ever a mistake," Ray said his
voice as shaky as his body.
        Huey started the car and pulled out.
        "You're lucky the barman told me he saw that giant
follow you into the toilets and knew you were a cop and
guessed I was too."
        Ray's fingers parted and he looked down at his lap,
then closed his eyes and fingers and let out a groan.
        A cold shower and three cups of straight black and
strong coffee at Huey's apartment later Ray finally stopped
shaking and sobered up.
        "I can see why you wanted me to tag along. Is it
always like that when you hit those joints."
        "That's the first time someone's got that physical
when they made a pass at me," he said and let his head thud
to the kitchen bench he was seated at. "I shoulda thought
of telling the Barman to substitute fizzy soda for champagne
before I got so drunk I didn't care that it was a guy doing
those things to me."
        Huey gave him a sympathetic pat.
        "Drunk or not, you couldn't have stopped him from
doing whatever he damn well pleased."
        "I was so drunk.. I didn't want the bastard to stop. I
was being mauled and I *liked* it.. God shoot me now."
                
                        *=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=*
        
        Things only got worse for Ray in the morning when,
hungover, he arrived at the station to be hauled in before
Welsh and told that another assault had gone down. The
timing put it after Huey had gotten him out of the bar. He
was rescued before his pounding head exploded by Huey who
walked in with a glass of something fizzy.
        Ray accepted the glass and sculled it down while Huey
rescued him by telling Welsh he'd had a justifiable excuse
for not being on the scene at the time.
        "It better be a good one."
        "He was pounced on and molested at one of the bars by
a guy built like Mike Tyson, *sexually* molested. I know I
tagged along with him last night, and the bar man tipped me
off to the fact someone followed him into the men's room.
God knows what would have happened if I hadn't arrived when
I did. I took care of that cretin and hauled Vecchio off to
my place and it took over an hour for him to stop shaking."
        Ray just sank into a chair and held his head, suffering
too much to care about embarrassment.
        "That's a good excuse. I take you didn't haul his
molester in."
        "He was some basket ball hotshot. It would have been
all over the papers if I had. I just took care of it on the
scene and taught him a lesson. I tracked him down to his
hotel this morning and put the fear of god into him over it.
I don't think he'll try that again in this town," Huey said
and smirked, "He almost peed himself when I told him the
guy he was mauling was a plain clothes cop."
        "Taking care of it quietly is good.. It means we don't
have to worry about discrete surveillance in the area being
a bust. The last thing we need is the Gay's complaining
about being spied on by the police. Which is why I assigned
you to the job in the first place, Vecchio," he added with
a growl at Ray.
        "Assign someone else, someone Gay."
        "If it was just Gay men being attacked I would, but
it's not. Take Fraser with you next time."
        "No way, no how, they'd eat him alive if I took him
into some of those place. Compared to Fraser, I'm nothing to
speak about and I've been propositioned so many times its
not funny. I can just imagine how they'd react to him.."
        "Assign me as his partner for this case, sir, I'll
watch his back."
        Welsh sniffed.
        "That's what you were supposed to be doing last night
and from the sounds it you didn't do a good job of it. If
that barman hadn't tipped you off.. We'd probably be talking
about more than Molestation now."
        Ray's pounding headache had subsided enough for the
mere mention of the word in reference to his case to make
him flush.
        -No *probably* about it that guy was all over me-
        "That's because we went in as two straight guys just
mixing business with pleasure. And for some reason they seem
to think Ray's been trawling for a nice rich sugar daddy. If
we were pretending to be a Gay couple it wouldn't happen
again."
        "Uh-Uh, no way," Ray said.
        But Welsh was actively considering it.
        "Maybe you didn't take a good look around you in that
bar.. Or see the way the Gay couples act in that area. If we
did that we'd have to be all touchie feelie, kissy kissy,"
Ray said and shuddered as it brought back the memory of the
very thorough kissing he'd gotten the night before.
        "Oh, and here you were last night saying I was just
your type."
        "Hey I was only trying to stop that guy from hitting
on you."
        "And played gay so convincingly he not only hit on you
instead, he mauled you."
        "That just proves how *bad* you play it, Huey. If
you'd played along convincingly that humiliating scene
wouldn't have happened."
        "Ha.. The second you stood up to him when he told you
to stick to your own kind he forget I existed. Obviously his
kind is the feisty type."
        "Enough already!"
        They looked around at Welsh.        
        "You," Welsh said pointing at Ray, "Get your new
wardrobe," then he pointed at Huey, "And you brush up on
playing Gay. I expect to see you both back here at six, and
unless you can convince me you're as gay as the day is long
you can forget it," He looked at Ray, "Well get Red to tag
along with Ray instead."
        The fight went out of Ray, there was no way he was
taking Fraser into that area.
        
                        *=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=*

        Ray discovered handing over those letters resulted in
him being handed over a complete new wardrobe of high price
designer men's wear, from the ground up. He was also handed
a few dozen business cards and told to hand them out to
anyone who complimented him on his clothing.
        At six he returned to the station, looking and smelling
expensive, and Huey came across so positively lustful for
his body that it made Ray back into a wall wide eyed. They
were heading for Simpson street in Huey's car half an hour
later.
        Ray was still propositioned, twice, but Huey came
forward both times, wrapping his arms around Ray's waist
from behind to nuzzle his neck and ask if he was being
bothered and Ray's interested admirers backed off.
        Huey got his butt groped six times, by three black men,
two black women and a white woman, the men he looked up and
down then gave a sniff, and ignored. The woman he informed
were barking up the wrong tree and they wandered away
muttering that all the cute ones were gay. One pounced on
Ray on the assumption that he was probably straight and
rich.
        The second time Ray was hit on and Huey came to his
rescue, Ray leaned back into his arms and stroked his arm,
after that he made sure they weren't separated again. He was
thrice complimented on his suit and handed cards to his
complimenter's from the store who'd supplied them and they
assumed he worked there and wandered off happy with their
discount card.
        Walking back to Huey's car, parked two blocks away in a
security car park, Ray noticed a car slowly cruising past
and memorised its plate number. When they got to the car
park, he stifled a yawn and pulled out his note book and pen
to write the registration and car's details down.
        He didn't make it to the station in the morning to run
the details through the computer. As soon as he got home, he
got as far as getting his ever so expensive coat off and
collapsed onto the bed, and was asleep before his head hit
the pillow.
        It was only his mother shaking him awake and telling
him Detective Huey was waiting out for him that roused Ray,
who took one look at the clock, groaned and asked her to
invite him in for coffee while he got ready. After the
fastest shower and clothing selection of his life he bounced
down the stairs to be told how nice he looked by his mother.
        She tucked his handkerchief down into his pocket.
        "Stay away from Fraser.. That suit is too nice to take
the risk."
        Ray laughed as Huey joined them.
        "Dear god.." Huey said when he got a look at Ray.
        "What's wrong?"
        "That's a Thousand Dollar suit."
        "Is it????"
        "What you don't notice how much you're clothes cost."
        "It's another Freebie.. That's why I was handing out
cards last night.. I'm a walking advertisement for the high
end shops at all the right places.. And how'd you know it's
a thousand dollar suit anyway."
        "I saw it in a fashion spread in an upmarket magazine
I was reading at the doctor's office. I always check out the
prices.. You're wearing the whole outfit.. Total value,
including, shoes, belt and shirt is $1500..verging on 16.."
        Ray gave the sleeve a little tug.
        "I'm definitely staying away from Fraser till this
case is over."
        Frannie arrived home in time to catch him leaving.
        "You're looking hot, Ray, big date?"
        "Nah, just going to dinner with Huey."
        "What a waste of a great suit."
        "Where we're going for dinner, the women send me
bottles of expensive champers with little notes attached
that tell me which table they're at and invite me over."
         "In your dreams," she said and bounced off into the
house.
        Ray came home with two bottles of expansive champagne
and pounded on Frannie's door till she poked her sleepy head
out and he held them up, dangling proposition's and all for
her to see. She reached out and opened one of the hand
written booklets and her eyes almost bugged out when she
read the evocative proposition inside.
        "What was she as blind as a bat and deaf as a door
post."
        -65 if she was a day, remarkably well preserved for her
age, rich as Midas and likes spicy Italian.-
        "I didn't think anyone actually used the word Fellatio
out side of sex manuals."
        He stepped back with his bottles.
        "That's what Huey said when it arrived."
        "It was probably meant for him."
        "Nope.. The woman who sent it over has been sending me
Bolli and Moet to my table every time I go to that
particular restaurant. She's hot for my bod."
        -And she's got a snow flakes chance in hell of getting
it.-
        Then he sauntered off with his prizes to bury them in a
dark corner of his bedroom closet with the other bottles.
        
                        *=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=*
        
        Ray decided to avoid the restaurants and his love
struck senior citizen altogether the next day and wolfed
down a meal his mother whipped up for him while he was he
was dressing.
        He ended up with Huey in the one place he'd been
avoiding till then. The Gay club on the corner of the block.
He heard plenty of talk about the assaults, and more than
one, "you wouldn't catch me walking anywhere alone out here
at night."
        He also noticed they were the only men there who
weren't intimately involved in some way. So did Huey and
while he eavesdropped on a conversation Huey did things to
his hand that totally distracted him and made his pulse
race.
        "I heard there was an undercover cop prowling the
strip."
        His attention went back to the conversation at the next
booth, and his body kept right on enjoying what Huey was
doing to his hand.
        "Well I should certainly hope so. We pay our taxes
just like everyone else."
        "I wonder if it's a gay or straight cop."
        "Ha, you wouldn't care, if you knew who it was, you'd
probably jump his bones anyway."
        "What can I say.. I'm into bondage. Cops got cuffs. My
favourite sex toy."
        Ray almost snickered, then Huey's mouth started sucking
and nibbling on the palm of his hand and he had to fight the
instinctive urge to pull it away. Instead he leaned toward
Huey, catching his chin, as that mouth worked over his palm,
to draw Huey close.
        "You keep that up and I'm going back to that
restaurant to take that little old lady up on her offer to
Felliate me."
        Huey laughed, then sunk his teeth into the base of
Ray's thumb before letting him withdrew his hand.
        "See anyone suspicious."
        "Not a soul."
        "Me either," Huey said drawing a finger along the
shell of Ray's ear the way someone was doing to their lover
a few booths over in his line of sight.
        "The guy in the next booth likes cops, cause cops got
cuffs."
        "Kinky."
        "You better believe it."
        "Ever use yours.. In the bedroom," Huey said his
voice dropping to a husky tone as someone passed close by
the table.
        "One or two ladies got awfully frisky when they saw
them dangling off my belt. But I never used them that way..
I remember my last partner called me up in the wee small
hours to ask me to come round his place and bring the spare
keys.. His lady for the night got frisky with the cuffs and
then took off with his wallet and everything valuable she
could stuff into her purse."
        Huey laughed.
        "Guess who didn't file a report."
        Huey kissed the tip of his nose, then noticed something
interesting going on when he pulled back a little. The next
thing Ray knew Huey's hand was wrapping around the back of
his head and he was being thoroughly kissed.
        He was panting and thoroughly aroused when Huey's mouth
finally drifted away over his face to his ear, nipping it
before he felt his hot breath in his ear.
        "Drug deal going down in the corner."
        Ray pulled out his wallet and pulled out a card the
manager had given him and slipped it under the bill the
waiter had left on their table with their not so alcoholic
drinks. They rose and Huey wrapped an arm around Ray's
shoulder, while Ray wrapped an arm around his.
        They were right on the tail of the dealer Huey saw
making his deal when he left the club. They followed him to
the car, where they busted him, and Ray left Huey to watch
him while he went out to fetch their car. He was halfway to
the security carpark when he spotted the little old lady who
was alway's trying to hit on him and ducked into a deep
shadowed apartment blocks inset entrance way. His dark navy
suit let him blend in with the shadows.
        As a familiar car cruised past he peered around the
wall and watched her reaching into her bag for her car keys
as she neared the carpark. Then that car pulled up behind
her and a tall burly man jumped out a cosh rising up. Eye's
widening, Ray whipped out his gun, taking aim and fired as
it started falling. The cosh fell from the mugger's hand and
he roared with pain, at the same moment the little old lady
spun and then screamed. The mugger's hand flew out savagely
back handing her before his hand went to his shoulder. The
little old lady fell, and Ray slipped out and started
running down the street.
        He faintly heard a voice calling out and the mugger
looked around, then jumped back into the car, pulling the
door closed as he went. The car speed off into the night
before Ray got close enough to see the plates.
        His sweet and anything but innocent little old lady was
just a little dazed and clung to him when he kneeled down to
help her sit up and took her pulse. Then she recognised him.

                        *=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=*

        When Ray returned to the precinct the next day before
preparing to return to Simpson street he found a huge bunch
of red roses on his desk, there was also a magnum of the
most expensive champagne on the market on ice in a platinum
and diamond encrusted ice bucket and a tiny sealed velum
envelope with her writing on it sticking out of the flowers.
        He blushed from the tips of his toes to the roots of
his hair as opening that envelope lead to the discover of
the raciest proposition she'd ever made. He heard laughter,
then Welsh was at his shoulder.
        "Let me guess it's from that ever so rich little old
lady who's life you probably saved last night."
        "Uh-hu," Ray said tucking the note away in his
pocket.
        "You have to send it back."
        "It's not a reward for my help, it's just another one
of her little love tokens."
        He pulled the magnum from the ice and looked at the
label then slid it back into the ice.
        "She's alway's saying I'm hot for your body with
Champagne."
        He picked the bucket up and studied it, then raised it
to look at the base and let out a low whistle.
        "Cartier! This things probably worth more than my
car."
        Huey wanted up.
        "Let me guess, Mz "why don't you come back to my
Mansion and let me blow your mind among other things,"
right?"
        "Uh-hu."
        Huey checked out the champagne on offer.
        "Wooo.. She's getting serious..Forget the Moet this is
the most expensive stuff on the market."
        Ray pulled out the note he got and showed it Huey who
let out a low whistle.
        "I'll never look at a little old lady the same way
again."
        "And if she was 30 year's younger I'd take her up on
it."
        "Ha.. Someone who was hit on you and you flipped her
off."
        Ray plucked a rose from the bunch and sniffed it's
exquisite fragrance.
        "She didn't have any class. Now, Maeve here, she's got
class."
        "And Money."
        "And lots of it. How'd that bust go by the way. I was
so busy taking care of Maeve.. "
        "He had a pharmacies worth of designer drugs in that
car of his. With around $25,000 street value"
        "There you go sir, we got a description of one of
those cretin's *and* busted a high end dealer. Not a bad
nights work if I say so myself."
        "Did they get a good look at you?"
        "No sir, I was half a block away and in the shadows
when I saw them getting read to bash Maeve's skull in. They
took off as soon as I started heading their way."
        Welsh looked at Huey.
        "Did anyone see you bust that dealer?"
        "No sir. We followed him back to his car on a side
street."
        "Then I suggest you get your glad rags on and go
back.. Keep up your cover.. The Councillor isn't going to be
happy with *just* a description by a woman who's eye sight
is probably failing."
        "Humph."
                
                        *=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=*

        They elected to return to the club to see if there was
any talk about their nights activities there. And talk there
was plenty of.
        "Didn't I tell you there was an uncover cop prowling
around.. He saved Maeve from having here head stove in from
what I heard."
        "Nah, I heard it was that Italian gig she's been
trying to get into her bed for the last few weeks."
        "Must be gay.. No gig turns down Maeve the
millionaire."
        "I'm gay and I wouldn't turn down Maeve."
        Ray almost snickered.
        "I heard she gave her last gig a penthouse, a porche
and showered him in jewellery and designer gear."
        "So why's she trawling for a new guy?"
        "She wore out the old one.. He's suffering a bad case
of sexual fatigue."
        Huey who heard it all snickered and nipped on Ray's
ear.
        "Now you know, she's not all talk no action."
        Ray nipped his ear back, hard enough to leave a red
spot behind.
        "So what's the gig look like anyway? Must be pretty
hot stuff?"
        "I heard he's hung like a horse."
        Ray giggled.
        "Has a washboard stomach, pec's to die for.."
        Huey started giggling.
        "Stop it, you're making me drool."
        "Washboard stomach huh," Huey teased.
        "You ain't seen my stomach, so sshhhh... I wanna hear
what else they say."
        "Eyes to drown in.."
        "Waiter a mop, to clean up the puddle of drool here."
        Ray and Huey both giggled at that.
        "And a smile that just makes knee's turn to jelly."
        "You seen him?"
        "Nah, but I was talking to Daniel and he said he got
his hands on that guy's ass and said it was like putting the
squeeze on Clark Kent if you know what I mean."
        "Buns of steel.."
        "Hmm.. I'll have remember to investigate that for
myself," Huey murmured.
        "Aside from all that he's not much to look at but when
the lights out.. Who cares when a man's got a body like
that."
        "Amen to that."
        "Hmmmph."
        Huey giggled, then his eyes widened a fraction.
        "I don't believe it," he breathed.
        "What?"
        "There's *another* drug deal going down in the same
corner," Huey said as his head snaked around behind Ray's.
While his mouth was busy ravishing Ray's, his half lidded
eyes were busy watching the deal go down. Ray gave a little
whimper and arched his neck when Huey transferred his
attentions to his throat and ear watching the dealing's
going down from another angle.
        "Gawd Jack where'd you learn to do that," Ray
breathed in his ear as he sex came to hard pounding life.
        "I hadda good teacher," Huey breathed in his ear
before his tongue travelled around it.
        "Do you think you can *fake* it.. God almightily..
you're turning me on."
        Huey nipped his ear, then grasped his face and gave him
a kiss so deep Ray idly wondered if he'd have tonsil's left
while trying to ignore the pounding in his groin.        
        "Let's go," Huey breathed when he finally came up for
air just as lack of it was giving a very good idea why every
now and then they found a stiff of some guy into autoerotic
sex."
        "I can't," Ray hissed.
        "What?!"
        "I said.. I can't.. I'm not moving from this spot."
        "He's getting away."
        "So. You got a good look at him, didn't you?"
        "Sure."
        "We'll pick him up later.."
        Then one of the men they'd been eavesdropping on leaned
toward their booth.        
        "If you're into threesome's I'm game," he said with a
husky growl.
        Ray and Huey looked around, then Ray decided rampant
erection or not, he wasn't going to spend another minute
there. He rose, adjusting his coat to try and hide the
evidence of just how turned on he was and hurried away. Huey
followed close on his heels and down went his hand to fall
on his butt before he stepped in close his mouth going for
Ray's ear.
        "Hmm.. They're right, you do have buns of steel."
        "Touch me one more time.."
        "And what???"
        "I'm gonna jump your bones."
        Just for the hell of it, Huey nipped at Ray's ear.
        Ray spun, grabbed him by the lapels of his coat, then
swung him around to push him into the groping room near the
exit. Fortunately it was empty because the second the door
swung closed and Ray was pushing Huey down on the love seat
couch going down over him to kiss him so deeply it was
Huey's turn to wonder if he'd have tonsils left.
        On the other side of the door, a waiter walked up and
opened the door just enough to flip the lock and then pulled
it closed again before walking away.
        Ray's mouth wasn't the only thing getting busy, his
hands got in on the act too and soon it was Huey who was
whimpering and nursing a rampant erection. Ray gave a
pleased little growl when Huey's hands went to work. He gave
an even more pleased growl and started humping Huey's leg
when Huey came up for air just to start ravishing his throat
and collar bone.
        His passion glazed eyes fell on something on the table
at the end of the couch conveniently left there by the ever
so efficient staff and he snatched it up and put it to good
use.
Then Huey was arching off the couch with a loud cry and Ray
was shuddering over him.
        "Ohhhh yesss.. that feels so good," Ray panted.
        "Sweet lord in heaven," Huey gasped.
        Then Ray was moving over him, and inside him, and as
strange as it felt Huey found himself staring up at Ray
being turned on by the look of pure ecstasy on the man's
face. Then as his body became more accustomed to the
intimate invasion he found himself moving with him and
heading toward ecstasy him self.
        An incomprehensible babble of Italian and thick English
spilled from Ray's lips then those lips fell on Huey's
arched throat and ravished it. With a bite that would mark
Huey's skin for a week Ray reached his peak and went
tumbling over it. Huey's body moved thrusting against their
now joined bodies, and found his own peak, arms wrapping
tight over Ray's body.
        Ray came down from his sex induced high and flushed for
a new reason as he looked down at Huey's dark face so close
to his own that he could feel the man's breath.
        "Oh lord.. Did we just do what I think we did?"
        "Uh-hu," said Huey still in a passion daze.
        He made a little noise of discontent when Ray pushed up
and slid free scrambling away to look around the room. He
made use of the baby wipes left by the ever so efficient
staff and tried to get his clothes back into some semblance
of order. A task he failed miserably at, half the buttons on
his shirt were no longer attached to it.
        He gave up the task and spun for the door. Finding it
locked. He swiftly unlocked it and scuttled off into the
night.
                
                        *=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=*

Several weeks later..

        "Have I done something to offend Detective Huey?"
Fraser asked Ray as he climbed into the car.
        "Not that I know of, why?"
        "He just seems.. Hostile lately."
        "Oh."
        "It's nothing specific.. It's just an impression that
I get from him."
        "Uh well.. it's probably the right impression."
        "So it's not my imagination."
        "Probably not."
        "Why?"
        "Er... well.. he's probably annoyed because you keep
distracting me from the case we're both working on."
        "Oh. And how is that going?"
        Ray's eyes got that glassy look that he seemed to get
every time the subject up for discussion was the "So Hush-
Hush I can't even tell you the details" case he was working
on with Huey.
        "Uh.. It's coming along."
        -Great choice of words snicker-
        "I was assisting someone today who gave me some
tickets to a basket ball match.. I was wondering.."
        -Danger *bweep bweep* Danger-
        "Sorry Benni, we gotta stake out a suspect tonight."
        "It's not for tonight's game, well it is, and for next
weeks.. and every other game of the season I might add."
        "What did he do, give you season tickets?"
        "Yes, Ray."
        "What the hell did you do? Save his life or
Somethin'"
        "Well actually.. Yes, Ray, that's exactly what I
did."
        "You know that if you stuck all the citation's and
awards you've earned up on a wall, you could cover it from
end to end, dontcha."
        Fraser smiled faintly.
        "I don't have that many, Ray."
        "Yes you do. City hall has a bay set aside just to
process nomination's made in you're name by all those ever
so grateful people you help out, just doing what comes ever
so natural to you."
        "Should I get out of the car."
        Ray laughed.
        "I wasn't bitchin' Benni. Can't I joke with you or
somethin' anymore?"
        "I'm sorry, but you tend to get aggravated when you
talk about my "Good deeds."
        "Ah..well, I'm in a good mood today.. So good, I'll
shout ya for dinner, how's that, we can stop over at that
Chinese place on Main that has the Chow Mien you like and
pick up a little food, then go back to your place and catch
up a little before I have to leave."
        "And that would be?"
        "8. I'm meeting Jack at a quarter to nine and I gotta
go home and get changed before I meet up with him.."
        "Chinese sounds fine to me."
        Ray hit the blinkers and took the next turn off.
        "By the way you never told me how that other case you
were working on went."
        "Other case?"
        "The Homophobic assaults that were occurring with
regular monotony."
        "Oh that.."
        "You were working with Huey on that case too, weren't
you.. Pretending to be a gay couple to draw the predator's
out. Did it work?"
        "Whydya think I ended up with a shiner so bad I was
off work for a week cause I couldn't open my eye."
        "Would that be the week I went to Ottawa for that
Diplomatic training course?"
        Ray's brain digested that, sorted the information
stored away in his brain, then gave a weak smile.
        "Yeah.. I forget about that. We busted the guy's that
were behind those assaults. The moron's had a bloody
baseball bat and a lead pipe when they came after us. Said
there was only one thing worse than a pair of Faggots
walking around being lovey dovey plain as day on their turf
and that was a black guy with a white guy. Boy were they
surprised when we whipped out our guns and badges and said
you're busted."
        "How did you get the black eye?"
        "One of em smashed me in the face with his elbow when
I was frisking him down, and kicked me in the balls while he
was at it... Had a kick like a mule."
        "Ow-itch."
        "Understatement of the year Benni. It hurt to pee for
over a week. Kicked me so hard the doctor said if I hadn't
been rearing back from the elbow in the face, he could have
ruptured something and the shock would have killed me."
        "Did he get away?"
        "Of course, Huey couldn't handle him, his partner in
crime, and me out cold at the same time. But he tracked him
down on his own while I was laid up. And gave him a knee to
the nuts while he was subduing him, just for me.. That's the
last time he'll resist arrest that way."
        "I'm assuming everything is functioning the way its
supposed to now?"
        "Let's just say it's a good thing this case I'm
working on with Huey has totally killed off my love life..
I'd hate to disappoint a lady because the equipment wasn't
up to the job."
        "Oh dear."
        "It made me wish I was a woman there for a while."
        "I believe it hurts just as much if you kick a woman
between the legs."
        "Really? How do you know that? You try it once or
somethin'?"
        "No. I saw a woman do it to another woman, and her
opponent went down just as fast as any man would, and was
screeching and cursing about it, just like any man would."
        "Ah, well that proves it doesn't it."
        "Slamming the flat of your hand into their breasts
also seems to work just as well."
        "What were you doing, just standing there watching
while this woman flattened all the opposition with dirty
moves or somethin'?"
        "It was Inspector Thatcher, we were in a bar when a
brawl broke out and the women were just as involved as the
men. The one she kicked had a broken bottle in her hand and
was trying to slash her face open."
        "'nuff said."
        
                        *=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=*

        "Great game, wasn't it."
        Huey handed him a drink and settled down on the couch
with him.
        "Great jump shot.. That man moves like a kangaroo."
        "Like you'd know what one looks like."
        "I was watching a National Geographic special on
Australian wild life."
        "Oh."
        "I happen to like wildlife features."
        "You know something Huey, you're boring."
        "I brought something to watch," Huey announced
ignoring that statement and reaching for the remote.
        Ray sipped at his drink as Huey turned the TV and video
on then settled back and draped an arm around his shoulders.
Ray almost chocked on his drink when he realised that Huey's
tape was a Gay porno flick.
        "What the hell?!"
        "It's educational."
        "Ohmig-d, would you look at the size of that guy, he's
hung like a bloody draft horse."
        *pant pant groan moan.*
        "Ewww."
        *harder baby, Harder.*
        "Ohgod.. Turn it off, this is not turning me on
Jack."
        Huey turned it off, rising. Ray watched him cross the
room to pull the tape out, not so covertly watching the way
Huey's tight jeans hugged his ass as he bent over to pick up
another tape. Then it was in and Huey was returning to sit
beside him and drape an arm around him again.
        "Maybe this one will do the trick."
        "I am not watching any more gay flicks."
        "Shhh.. Just watch.."
        Ray sipped his drink, and his eyes widened as he
realised that if it was a gay flick, it was one involving
gay women not men. His eyes remained wide, his pupils
dilating as he watched the most erotic seduction of a woman
he'd ever seen in his life.
        "Dear lord.. What is this?"
        "Is erotica for women, by women, is it turning you
on?"
        "Uh-hu. I think I'm leaning new tricks.."
        Huey's hand started stroking Ray's neck, and he stopped
watching to start kissing Ray's neck and nibble at his ear a
little. Ray's eyes remained glued to Huey's big screen TV
while Huey went to work on his shirt and that mouth was
transferred to his chest.
        Ray's hand moved to Huey's head as one of the women let
out a moan that sent shivers down his spine as the other
women did to her what Huey was doing to him.
        Huey almost turned the tape off due to Ray's absolute
fascination with it. Ray stopped him by getting Huey into a
position where he could let his hands get busy on the dark
man's body and still watch. The fact his hands were busy
doing to Huey what the hands of the women on the screen were
doing didn't escape Huey's notice when he saw it and he
decided there were worse things than Ray getting idea's off
that tape.
        Ray's hands alone got Huey off and he was almost as
disappointed as Ray when the tape finished.
        "Hey, you got anymore of those tapes?"
        "No."
        "Get some. That had to be the hottest porno tape I
ever saw."
        "That wasn't Porno, it was erotica, there's a
difference. A big one."
        "What, no men hung like a horse?"
        Huey snickered.
        "That's one difference."
        "So didja like what I did?"
        "You know I did," Huey said and pushed Ray back, his
body stretching out over Ray's.
        "Oh, yeah, you liked it alright," Ray said as he felt
Huey's sex hard and throbbing against his thigh.
        What remaining clothes they had were shed and for the
first time they studied each other's body's in all their
naked glory. Huey's eyes were fixed on Ray's lap and his
semi erect sex.
        "Obviously it wasn't enough to get you going."
        "Hey, that's more of a reaction than I've had to
anything remotely stimulating since that son of a bitch
kicked me. Well.. to be truthful that's a lie.. Remember
that day I almost passed out at my desk."
        "Uh-hu."
        "It was watching you bending over to pick up that
stuff you dropped that got me going and I was thinking about
how good it felt to be with you and that got a reaction and
the pain almost made me faint. That was the last time I had
any response to stimulation."
        "Well we'll just have to teach your body to react the
right way to stimulation again, won't we," Huey said and
went to work doing just that.
        They were both to be disappointed.
        "I should have used a lot more force on that son of a
bitch," Huey said with a growl of frustration.
        "The doctor said it would just take time."
        "Yeah, well it couldn't have happened at a worse
time."
        "I don't know about that.. Things were certainly
getting hot and heavy faster than I was comfortable with
before it happened."
        Huey looked up at that.
        "That just put the brakes on and forced us to take
things slow."
        "This is where you say this was a bad idea."
        "Maybe it was.. I feel guilty lying to Fraser and my
family about what I'm doing.. I wouldn't feel so guilty if I
could explore it openly."
        "No way, no how."
        "Oh come on, Jack.. The new laws about vilification
and hate crimes cover homosexual's too.. No one is gonna
give us a hard time about it if we come out of the closet."
        "So how do you think your Catholic family will
react?"
        "My mother knows."
        "What?!"
        You think I just suddenly decided to follow that
amazing revelation up without no trouble's Jack. God.. when
I got home.. I broke open a bottle of that champagne and got
myself smashed trying to blot out the memory. Ma came in to
tell me you were on the phone and found me in that state.. I
don' know what I mighta said.. I was way too far gone to
remember it.. I just know it happened.. cause she waited
till I came down all hungover gave me her sure fire cure
then slapped my face and said she couldn't care less if I
was Gay she wouldn't stand for seeing me turn into a mirror
image of my father. Then she gave me this big and loooong
lecture about being gay, taking precautions, the works."
        "You're kidding."
        "What a way to find out your father was gay."
        "You're pulling your leg."
        "That's why he became an alcoholic.. Though Ma say's
he was already half way there when he discovered it when he
woke up after a drinking session in a friends bed.. The male
kind of friend. That tipped him over the edge cause he
couldn't reconcile it with his faith and in the end that's
what really killed him.. She started s'pecting I was gay too
when I had a hissy fit over Frannie taking her best shot at
Fraser. And that's when she got herself edjacated.. Just so
she could give me that lecture when it came to the crunch..
And avoid the same thing happening with me. It's so nice
knowing there's nothin' in the bible that specifically
forbids it."
        "Uh-hu.. Well I'm sure my parents could find
something."
        "Oh, catholic too?"
        "Baptist, never miss a service... They even met at a
church social."
        "Pretty religious."
        "*Very*."        

                        *=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=*

        Ray found himself being cop napped by a rather
determined Mountie two day's later. He didn't appreciate the
fact very much either, and spent the whole of the long trip
out to the middle of nowhere tied up and gagged on the back
seat of his Riv. When Fraser finally came to their
destination, he got out of the car, popping the hood to
remove something. When he came back he announced the car had
been disabled and wouldn't be going anywhere as he pulled
Ray up from the seat and gently removed the gag.
        "What do you think you're doing you brain dead
Moron!" Ray screeched, several hours in an uncomfortable
position and a desperate need to relieve himself making him
extremely irritable.
        "Making sure you take a week off. You've been working
too hard."
        Ray ranted at him, using descriptive phrases of the
obscene kind that even in his long and varied career Fraser
had never heard before.
        "Lieutenant Welsh gave me his permission to do it and
you're mother assisted me."
        That silenced Ray he stared at Fraser. Fraser pulled
out his knife and cut the ropes that bound him.
        "Ma *Helped*"
        "You're mother is worried about you.. You've started
drinking.. If you weren't out cold as a result of your last
drinking binge I wouldn't have been able to do this."
        Shame flooded Ray. His disagreements with Huey about
coming out had ended the relationship disastrously. Huey had
dumped a file on his desk a week later and walked off
without a word. Opening it Ray saw photo's of a black man's
corpse, and a report on the racially motived death by
beating due to his relationship with an Italian woman.
On top of which Maeve's little love tokens were arriving
daily and becoming more extravagant by the day resulting in
a great deal of joking around the station which he was the
butt of. And there was the side effect's of the vicious kick
he'd received gnawing at him and the fact that having to
sneak around and lie to Fraser constantly had damaged their
relationship to the point where Ray was too ashamed to face
his friend had only added to his misery.
        "Yeah well a lot of stuff has been going wrong in my
life lately.."
        Fraser helped him out of the car.
        "All you had to do was call, Ray. I do know when to
shut my mouth and offer a sympathetic ear when the need
arises."
        "Speaking of needs arising."
        Fraser pointed to some bushes then opened the trunk of
the Riv and pulled out a pack of tissues tossing them at
Ray.
        "Dig a little hole first."
        "Yeah, Yeah, I know," Ray said as he scuttled off to
take care of his business.

                        *=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=*

        What followed was three day's of hell for Ray, as
Fraser introduced him to the joy's of camping with an ever
so attentive teacher. It was driving him insane and reminded
him of the other reason he'd taken to the bottle. He had a
bad case of lust for the luscious Mountie. The worst kind.
He spent every night huddled in his sleeping bag wanting him
in the worst way and being too afraid to deal with his
body's constant reminder's of the fact for fear Fraser would
hear him getting off.
        On the fourth day, he woke to find Fraser gone and
crawled out of his bag to head for the river to wash off. He
saw Fraser, in that river and had ducked into some bushes to
play peeping tom on his naked and bathing friend. He felt so
guilty afterwoulds that he became excessively surly and kept
pushing Fraser away, finally as they set up camp at a new
site, Fraser's patience ran out. The Mountie rustled in his
pack and drew out a flask and threw it at him.
        "There.."
        Ray looked at it, and opened it to smell alcohol, he
took a deep draught from it and was going for his second
when Fraser started ripping into him. And at some point
during his rant Ray's heart almost stopped beating as it
jumped to his throat.
        "What did you say?!"
        "I said, I'm Gay and I am not exactly thrilled at the
self discovery.. And you don't see me turning into a drunk
over it. There is nothing worse than suffering unrequited
lust for your best friend.. I thought I could live with that
as long as I could be near you and share in your life. But I
didn't even have that any more because you saw me at that
place.."
        "What place?"
        "That club."
        Ray's mind went back in time.
        "You mean when Jack and I were investigating those
assaults?"
        Fraser nodded.
        "Benni, you dunce, I thought you were there because I
told you all about it and you were just keeping an eye on
me.. I didn't realise you *belonged* to that club."
        Fraser hung his head.
        "I don't.. I was worried about you.. you seemed so
withdrawn all the time.. So I followed you there and saw you
meet him and followed you there.. And saw you.. touching and
kissing each other.. I know it was just an act, part of your
cover to draw out those vicious homophobes, but.."
        "But what Benni?"
        "I kept going back there... Just to watch you..and
him.. and fantasise about it being me with you and not him..
I wished you'd asked me to play that role with you.. But
then you saw me.. I thought.. you guessed.. I thought that
was why you started holding me at bay and rebuffed all my
attempts to keep our friendship alive."
        Ray tossed the flask and let that precious liquid pour
out and soak into the ground, to get drunk on something
else, the taste of Fraser after he pounced and kissed the
life out of him.
        Fraser fell back off his log and Ray went down with
him, not letting their lips part company for a second until
he'd thoroughly explored every micrometer of Fraser's mouth.
Then it was his throat.
        "I can't Believe it's, I'm Gay too, that's why I was
avoiding you I had a bad case of lust and didn't trust
myself anymore," he babbled as he nuzzled away.
        "You *are* Gay!"
        "Yes, 100 percent.. I only worked it out recently..
Jack got me so turned on one night at that club that.. stuff
happened.. "
        "So you were sleeping with him."
        Ray straddled Fraser and started getting to work on all
the fiddly buttons and things that separated him from
Fraser's body.
        "Actually no.. I never *slept* with Huey.. We had sex,
a grand total of three times thanks to that cretin with a
kick like a mule.."
        "The equipment wasn't up to the job."
        "Exactly.. God we tried.. but.. it was just so
frustrating and all the lying and sneaking around and
pretending like there was nothing going on was just eating
me up. I wanted to come out but he wouldn't do it, and I
couldn't do it without dragging him out into the open at the
same time and it was stressing me out..and that's why I
couldn't get things going.. Phsycoblock.. I didn't want to
be stuck in a relationship that his attitude made me feel
guilty and ashamed about.. It took me a while to work that
my body was telling me what I hadn't worked out yet.."
        "And when did you work it out."
        "3 day's ago when I got a very painful hard on from
just watching you crouching and squatting and bending over
all the time setting up the camp.. God.. you've been driving
me insane.."
        Fraser grabbed a hand full of shirt and pulled him down
for a kiss.
        "The feeling is mutual," he said before his mouth
closed on Ray's.
        Words were superfluous after that. The only words that
needed to be said were in the area of do you have anything
and oh damn, before Fraser used his mouth and clever fingers
to show Ray that one didn't need to have intercourse to be
totally satisfied.

                        *=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=*

        Ray's mother took one look at her son on his return
home, and pounced on Fraser to give him a very enthusiastic
kiss or three on the cheek.
        "Now I have my son back."
        Ray pulled her away.
        "Back off Ma, he's mine."
        The only thing she had to say about that was that it
was about damn time too.

                        *=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=*

        Ray returned to the Gay club with Fraser, he was an
honorary lifetime member who's money was worthless there
after all, and he had no intentions of staying in the
closet. Though out of concern about how some people would
react, Frannie being one, they didn't announce their
relationship had taken a more intimate turn. Being able to
be seen in public showing his affection and having it
returned without censure or filthy looks did wonders for
Ray's confidence.
         The very first time he returned there with Fraser the
service he got after walking in, in uniform, and with Fraser
in his uniform was fast and for a change anything but
efficient.
        They held hands and smooched and generally made quite a
few men there envious, and not all of them were envious of
Fraser. Bun's of steel was bantered about as was the
speculation that Ray had scored himself a Mountie due to
some equine qualities of his own.
        Fraser's last parting shot when they left that day was
loudly delivered to someone who tried to find out if Ray
really had bun's of steel by trying to get a sly grope in.
        "I will break the hand of any man here who tries to
grope my little Stallion, Fraser declared, having overheard
some of the innuendo.
        The groper backed off fast, Ray swatted Fraser then
dragged him out to amused laughter.
        "I can't take you anywhere," Ray joked as they headed
for the car.
        "Did I embarrass you? If I did, I apologise. It wasn't
my intention."
        "I don't mind, I'd rather be known as you're Little
Stallion than Maeve's latest Gigolo. And speaking of
Maeve.."
        Ray waved to the sweet and libidinous old lady as he
saw her climbing out of her Ferrari T288 across the street
out front of Reginia's restaurant. She blew him a kiss then
grinned a real Italian Stallion climbed out of the car and
gave Ray a glare before he escorted her to the restaurant.
        "Ah.. that explains why she stopped burying my desk in
roses, champagne and love trinkets collectively worth more
than my house."
        "Envious."
        "Relieved," Ray said before climbing into the Riv and
belting up.
        Fraser climbed in and belted up while Ray started the
car up.
        "Those notes of hers were starting to get me hot under
the collar.. No one writes naughty love notes like Maeve.
And all that fine champagne and wine.. Well.. "
        "I hope you threw it all out."
        "Are you crazy? I'm not throwing out wine that costs
$1500 a bottle. I got a new lock for Pop's wine room to keep
Tony out of it, and stored it all away there, and gave Ma
the key. Not that there's all that much stored away there,"
he said as he pulled out.
        "Unlike pop, I wasn't a cheap drunk.. I only got
blotto on the best champagne and the finest wines around
courtesy of Maeve.."
        He changed gears then patted Fraser's thigh.
        "Which is why you don't have to worry about me turning
into a drunk.. I couldn't afford it, and the only thing I
want to get drunk on now is you."
        Fraser patted his hand then made Ray transfer it to the
wheel.
        "I believe you mentioned "Love trinkets."
        "Oh, yeah, those. First it was a platinum and diamond
encrusted ice bucket, then it was a set of crystal glasses,
with platinum stems encrusted with diamonds, to match the
bucket, on a tray that matched it too, Then it was a gift
voucher for a mind blowing amount at a designer men's wear
shop," he went on dropping his hand to Fraser's lap again.
"so you can wreck my suits to your hearts content.. I can
replace them without it costing me a cent."
        "What else?"
        "Silk Manchester, and I do mean silk, not satin, I got
bed linen, curtain's, the lot and Pyjama's and a robe.. In a
emerald green shade.. she said it reminded her of my eyes.
If you sweet talk me into it, I might drag it all out and
put it to use. Cara Mia."
        An image of Ray languorously stretching on emerald
green silk sheets popped into Fraser's head. He liked that
image, but he was curious as to what other gifts the
libidinous old lady had gifted his lover with.
        "What else did she give you?"
        "Emerald cuff links, with a matching earing..Watcha
think, should I get my ear pierced to tell the world I'm
Gay."
        An image of Ray with an emerald flashing in his ear
popped into Fraser's head.
        "And there was a whole collection of badges and
stuff.. Tie pins and cuff links.. of all kinds, Cartier,
Tiffany's, Faberge trinkets.. I'm gonna give half that stuff
to my mother for Mother's day for the next ten years. And
then there was that Ferrari you saw.. The key's for that and
the papers popped up in a big bunch of roses one day.. I
sent that back and said I'm very happy with my Riv thank you
very much."
        "You turned down a free Ferrari?!"
        "Hey do you know what the premiums on a half million
dollar car are? More than I can afford that's for sure," he
said and patted the dash board. "I'm happy with my Riv."
        "Was that her last gift?"
        "Oh no.. After that, I got a personal visit and
showered with flowers and her leaning over my desk in
something tight and sinful, dripping in jewels, telling me
"I like a man who plays hard to get," Then she stuffed an
envelope under my belt and dropped some keys in my shirt
pocket and strutted out."
        "My own little love nest. Tastefully decorated by only
the best interior designers, with lots of platinum and
emerald finishing touches."
        "You sent the deeds and keys back, I take it."
        "Course I did.. She just sent em straight back. So I
went round with a lock smith and changed all the locks."
        Fraser laughed.
        "And now that she's got herself a little stallion of
her own to keep her happy, you and me can move in there and
set up our little love nest."
        "I wouldn't feel right.. She expected certain
favours.. in return for those gifts."
        "Hey.. I saved her life.. That's worth more than a
roll in the hay any day.. Not that it's why she gave me all
that stuff.. Her little love notes made it clear why she was
doing it.. Smitten was the word she used in one of them
once. You wanna read em."
        "You'd let me."
        Ray gave a grin and squeezed Fraser's thigh.
        "Benni, Tesero, I'm hoping they give you idea's.. And
if it doesn't.. I've got a tape we can watch together," he
said with a mischievous smile thinking off the tape he'd
carried off from Huey's collection of erotic video's.
        "A tape.. What kind of tape."
        "It's educational," Ray said with a sly grin.

        ===============================================

        The End.
        All the usual disclaimers apply. All characters that I
didn't invent for this story belong to Alliance. I just
borrowed your toys to play with them a little.. and I put
them back on the shelf with all their limbs and clothes
intact..
        My what a change ;)
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