*DREAMS #9:*
*GOIN' TO THE CHAPEL
*
*By GILDA LILY*
Well, here's another installment. Any comments can be made to
jeanniemarie@sprintmail.com.
Rated NC-17 for m/m and f/f sex.
(c) May 30, 1998 The *real* Memorial Day. Happy Birthday, Sis!
*I*
*THE MORNING OF...*
*"Argh!"
Ray groaned as the alarm clock going off in Frannie's room
penetrated
his consciousness. He curled up on his side but could hear
the chatter
of his mother and sisters and the sound of their feet
running up
and down the hall. He could hear the shower start running
and put
a pillow over his head.
Half an hour later he gave up getting any more sleep. he missed
Benny, for one thing, and there *was* a lot to do before the wedding
at
10 A.M. at St. Michael's.
He yawned and kicked off the covers. Time to face a Vecchio
household in the throes of wedding fever. He graoned again and rolled
out of bed, staggering over to the window. Peeking out between the
curtains, he was happy to see that it was a bright, sunny day.
He yawned again and scratched his chest, then pulled on a robe
to cover his nudity and schlumped down the hall, nearly bowled over by
a
speeding Maria.
"Watch it, Ray!"
"*Me* watch it? *You* almost knocked *me* over!" Ray
was wide
awake now. Indignation did that to him.
"Comin' through!" yelled Frannie as she nearly knocked
Ray over
from the opposite direction and disappeared into the bathroom,
shutting
the door.
"Hey! I need to get in there!" Ray shouted as he pounded
on the
door. "I need to shower before I get dressed!"
"Ha!"
"Frannie, if I don't, you ain't gonna have a best man!"
The door was flung open and Frannie stalked out, lower lip stuck
out in a pout. "Hurry up," she snapped.
Ray dove in and shut the door behind him. Whistling cheerfully,
he stripped and turned on the water. After it was the desired
temperature,
he stepped into the tub and pulled the curtain behind him.
Soaping his body, he began to daydream of Benny. His luscious
partner was going to be in full drag today as the maid of honor. He
would look sensational in his pink silk.
"Ah, Benny," he sighed, taking hold of his penis and
pleasuring
himself, sagging against the wall as he spurted, the semen
joining the
water as it sluiced down the drain.
"Hey!" he called as he heard the door open and his sisters
enter. "How about a little privacy here?"
"Yeah, yeah," they said, and blithely went on brushing
their
teeth and looking in the medicine cabinet for aspirin.
"Oh, please, Frannie, don't tell me you're gonna hand Elaine
that 'I got a headache' routine for the wedding night."
"Wouldn't *you* like to know!"
Ray felt a little nervous, then decided that in this dream, him
standing naked behind the shower curtain with his two sisters in the
bathroom really meant nothing at all. Actually, he had a sense of *deja
vu* about it. Everyone seemed to go naked whenthey felt like it in his
subconscious, so why not him?
He stepped out from the shower, casually reaching for a towel.
Neither sister even blinked. He stood behind Frannie, checking himself
out in the mirror and gently nudged her aside to brush his teeth. Maria
and Frannie chattered away, Frannie giggling as Maria said, "My,
won't
Elaine appreciate what she's got!" Maria patted her sister's
buttock.
Ray snorted. "More likely she'll run right out the door! Ow!
Hey!"
Ray rubbed his ribs, certain a bruise was already forming. He
glared at Maria, who wagged her hairbrush at him.
Ray left the steamy bathroom filled with giggling sisters and
dressed. He looked at the clock on his nightstand and poked his head
out the door of his room. "Hey, Frannie, get a move on! The
photographer's gonna be here! And the limo!"
"Yeah, yeah!"
He rolled his eyes. Sisters!*
*II*
*Benny awoke and blinked, his hand automatically reaching out for
Ray, but the Italian was not there. Then he remembered that they had
decided to sleep apart last night so that Benny could be spared the
Vecchio madness on the morning of a wedding.
He said good morning to Dief and took his time eating breakfast
and
getting dressed. He was very careful with the pink gown he had
to wear,
applying make-up and donning his red wig. He was scheduled
to go over
to Elaine's apartment and help her get dressed.
He and Dief took a cab to the appointed place and rang the doorbell
of Apartment 6E. Elaine opened it, looking charmingly flustered. She
grabbed a pink-clad arm and yanked Benny inside, Dief following.
"Fraser! Thank the stars! I need help!"
"That's what I'm here for, Elaine."
Benny managed to calm the nervous woman down, slightly amused at
her jumpiness. Elaine had always been the picture of serenity, but
perhaps weddings just did that to people. He felt a slight pang as he
thought of a wedding that he could share with Ray, but even in this
dreamworld, Ray seemed resistant to the idea.
Adriana and Celeste showed up, and soon the apartment was filled
with female chatter as they helped Elaine get ready.
"Thanks for helping me, guys," Elaine said, looking at
her
reflection in the mirror.
"You're welcome, Elaine. You look lovely," Benny said,
and the
other bridesmaids seconded it.
She was clad in her white gown, the diaphonous folds falling like
clouds around her. Her hair was long and flowing down her back, and
the
white veil was held in place by a crystal crown that glittered
in the
light. She wore a white heart charm on her necklace, the
simplicity
suiting her.
"Francesca will be very pleased," Benny pronounced, and
he gave his
friend a hug, which she returned wholeheartedly.
"Well, it's off to the see the Wizard," she said with
a smile, and
there was a flurry of activity as the bouquet and gloves
were grabbed
and Dief yipped his approval. Everyone piled into Adriana's
car, and
they were off to the church.
*III*
*AT THE CHAPEL*
*St. Michael's was done up grandly for this wedding, streams of
white bows entwined around the iron railings going up the front steps,
and there were yellow-and-white balloons floating lazily in the air,
tied to the shrubbery landscaping the church.
Excitement was in the air, as bubbly as the balloons bouncing in
the breeze, and it was fun to go up the steps with the bridesmaids,
their silk skirts whispering against stone. Benny peeked through the
slit between the vestibule doors and saw a radiant Frannie waiting with
Ray at the altar. The organist began to play, and the doors opened
while the guests rose in the pews.
The ushers came forward and escorted the bridesmaids down the
aisle, then Benny started his walk down, unescorted as tradition
demanded. He smiled at Ray, who looked positively good enough to eat,
and Benny took his place and smiled at Frannie, who smiled back before
she eagerly turned her attention to the end of the aisle.
The wedding march began to play, and Elaine walked down the aisle
on her father's arm, looking so beautiful that it was little wonder that
Frannie appeared transfixed. The Italian woman was clad in white, also,
the pearls on her skirt arranged in star-and-flower-shaped patterns.
She wore a string of pearls around her throat, and the crown on her head
glittered and quivered as she nodded her head slightly. She was going
to enjoy this.
Benny watched the wedding's proceedings with interest. It seemed
like a typical Italian Catholic wedding, though there was a minister
present as well, Elaine being Protestant. The beautiful bride and groom
were so deeply in love that Benny felt a happy smile cross his face.
He
delicately pushed his red hair back off his shoulders, strawberry
strands slipping back to frame his lovely face.
"Do you, Elaine, take this woman to be your lawful wedded
husband?"
As the vows were spoken, Ray thought back to a day a week ago at
the Precinct:
* * * * * *
"Yes, my new name is Elaine Besbriss-Vecchio. I've got to
go down
to the DMV and get it changed. And my Social Security, insurance,
and..."
When she got off the phone, Ray asked, "You're taking Frannie's
name?"
"Sure. It's tradition. The youngest member of the team takes
the
older one's surname. Of course, I could just take Vecchio, or
even
retain my old name if I wanted, but I *like* the idea of
Besbriss-Vecchio. I can answer to either one now."
Green eyes widened as this explanation was given, and Ray began
to
grin. "Benton Fraser-Vecchio. Sounds nice."
* * * * * *
And now the last of the traditional words were spoken, and then
Father Behan said, "You may kiss the bride."
Frannie did just that, and the two newlyweds nearly danced down
the aisle as congratulations were thrown their way. Benny and Ray
followed them as best man and maid of honor, and Ray marveled at the
chasteness of the ceremony. However, the reception was yet to come!
*IV*
*STRAWBERRY*
*The brides and their best man and maid of honor toasted the
newlyweds' happiness in the limousine that drove them to the reception.
Benny only took a sip of the champagne and demurely brushed his hair
back.
The limousine parked outside THE STRAWBERRY INN. Built in the
1750s, the old inn was utterly charming. It was gaily decorated in
white ribbons and yellow roses for the reception, and they all piled
out
of the car, Benny and Ray helping the brides with their gowns.
They had
taken pictures on an old bridge over a stream for the wedding
photos,
and now the guests were ready to party after an hour of waiting
and hors
d'oeuvres.
Cheers went up as the Besbriss-Vecchio couple were introduced, and
the meal was served as Rosa beamed her approval. She gave Ray a look
and he flushed red. Leave it to his Ma to make him feel guilty even
in
his dreams!
After appetites had been sated, Ray stood and raised his
wineglass.
"Today's been a lovely day, and it promises to continue to be
one." He smiled affectionately at his sister and her bride. "Elaine,
I
find it a wonderful thing for you to become a member of our family
now.
You are a sweet, loving woman who has done my sister proud.
You are a
good friend and a wise woman, and we salute you."
"Here, here!" Glasses were clinked and Elaine smiled serenely.
"Now, Frannie..." Laughter went up at his cocked eyebrow.
"You're
my sister, and I love you, and Elaine, hold on, because
you've got a
wild ride coming!" More laughter, and Frannie
joined in as she clinked
her glass with Elaine's.
"To both of you...much happiness in your married life, and may
it
be many, many years of joy."
Ray swallowed his wine and felt tears prickle his eyes. He saw
how Elaine and Frannie glowed, and he looked at Benny, a picture of
strawberry-red beauty. What would he look as a bride? Ah, the stuff
dreams were made of!
After the meal, the dancing started, and after Elaine and Frannie
took their whirl around the dance floor, Benny and Ray joined them.
As
they turned and whirled, Ray grinned. "Enjoying yourself,
Benny?"
For a moment, Benny looked wistful, then he said, "Oh, very
much,
Ray. Though I must admit, it seems rather strange..."
"...that no one's havin' sex out in the open?" Ray eyed
a
straight couple at one of the tables. "Give it time, Benny-love.
Give
it time."
And the bawdiness began. Elaine threw her bouquet and Louise St.
Laurent caught it, and then the blushing bride sat on a chair while
Frannie slipped her hands up and slid her blue garter down, cheers and
catcalls filling the room. Then Frannie threw the garter, and it sailed
toward...Thatcher! The Mountie caught it, easily elbowing her nearest
rival, and she looked at Louise with a gleam in her eye. Louise's chest
heaved and she sat in the chair vacated by Elaine, crossing her shapely
legs as her skirt hiked up.
Thatcher approached, the orchestra playing the classic bump 'n'
grind, and she knelt on one knee, sliding the garter up, up, up...
Louise groaned as Thatcher's hand disappeared under her skirt.
Her chest heaved again, and Thatcher watched her with a smile on her
face. Her hand stayed under the skirt.
There was more dancing, and through it all Thatcher and Louise
stayed in the center of the floor, and Thatcher's hand didn't reappear,
and Louise moaned and thrust and squeezed her eyes shut, clutching the
bouquet and shaking it so hard, a few petals fell off.
Ray grinned and led Benny out to the garden in back of the inn.
They strolled the grounds, flowers in full bloom. They stopped at a
bench under a rose-covered trellis. Hands entwined, they sat on the
bench.
Ray cupped Benny's jaw, and his eyes glowed greenly. Their kiss
was sweet and lingering, and Ray's hand stroked Benny's chest, amused
at
the curvature there. He rested his hand on the redhead's lap,
feeling
his lover's reaction quite plainly.
Benny opened Ray's shirt and stroked the hairiness there, fingers
brushing his nipples. Gasping, Ray thrust his hips forward, Benny
stroking his hardness. Ray's tongue slid into Benny's mouth, sucking
sweetly, and then his fingers entangled into strawberry-red strands.
"Mmm," Benny breathed, his back arching as he gasped, Ray's
hand
busy between his legs.
"Love you," Ray murmured, gently sliding Benny down to
the ground
and burrowing under his skirt. It was delightfully hot
under the pink
silk, and rubbed his cheek against Benny's panties.
The bulge was
giving off heat that brought a smile to his face.
He peeled down the
fabric, his tongue licking the underside of the
swollen shaft. Benny
whimpered, flailing as he had nothing to hold
onto as Ray teased him.
"*Please*, Ray!" he groaned, and then Ray stroked his
buttocks,
the lace of the panties tickling his fingers. He flung
the skirt up and
unbuttoned his pants, gently preparing Benny with
the tube of K-Y he
always carried in this dream. Benny's eyes were
closed and he groaned
deeply as Ray thrust in, his eyelashes fluttering
as he was utterly
possessed, his man taking him as a man should.
Long, deep strokes
penetrated to his very core, and he cried out
as the hardness rammed in
an out, sweet possession taking over every
inch of his body.
Ray came, scalding him, and he came, too, and they panted in the
garden, the wind blowing Benny's long hair and the music of the
reception
carrying on the wind.
"Ray," Benny croaked, holding up his arms, and Ray slid
out of
him and into his arms, and the perfume of the roses was sweet
indeed.*
*And if you think this is The End,
you haven't been reading this series
very long!* :)
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