Looking in your window#1	  Looking in your window#1

 by maria jackson

  

 

 Disclaimer: The Due South Characters belong to Alliance and not to me.

 Author's Notes: 

 Story Notes: The song is by Jennifer Lopez, 'Waiting for tonight' and
this is a love story with really no plot and that's pretty much it. Enjoy.

 

 

 The first thing that Ray noticed was the Stetson when he reached over to
the back seat for his jacket. He then muttered. "Damn! Fraser forgot the
sacred hat and now I'm gonna have to turn around and deliver it!" First
Ray checked to see if there was any other traffic but then he remembered
the time and he mumbled. "What the hell am I looking for? There isn't much
traffic at two in the morning in this part of town except for the street
walkers who are busy doing their thing and the hoodlums who are busy
breaking inta the stores." Making a wide U-turn and Ray then drove on down
the wet streets making his way back to the Consulate. Then reaching over,
he changed the radio station and stopped when he came across a song he had
heard only last week which really caught his attention. Raising the volume
and Ray mumbled. 

 "Hey! That's the song that I like!" Sitting back, Ray smiled as he drove
along slowly, because he wasn't in a hurry since he had just dropped
Fraser off not more then fifteen minutes ago and so the Mountie had to
still be awake. The song blared loudly and, Ray tapped his fingers to the
music. 

 //Waiting for tonight, when you would be here in my arms, waiting for
tonight// 

 And, of course since no one was around, Ray ran two red lights and a stop
sign and within minutes he could see the Consulate. Making a rolling stop,
and Ray then looked around and muttered. 

 "Where are the fucking police whenever you need 'em? Hmm? Now, why would
Fraser have all the lights on at the Consulate? Don't Canadians ever
sleep? . . .Guess Turnbull must be having a ball with Thatcher up in
Vancouver or was that Toronto that they went to? And, does it matter, Ray?
. . .Nah. . . . Just as long as she keeps her cold ass up in Canada where
it belongs then we can all sleep okay." Parking the GTO up front at his
usual parking space because Ray had designated this space as his since he
parked here every morning and late afternoon for Fraser. Slipping his coat
on, once Ray was out of the car, and he then stuffed the sacred hat under
the coat so that it wouldn't get wet with the drizzle that had just
started again. Taking the stairs up carefully and right before he knocked,
and Ray heard music. Stepping in closer and he then thought. 

 Music? There is music at this hour? And, it seems to be coming from . . .
from somewhere in the back. It seems to be coming from Fraser's office.
Hm-m. I had better check this out. 

 Jogging down the stairs and Ray, then slipped around the corner to where
Fraser's office was located at. Looking around, and Ray then reached for
the nearest trash can and placed it directly under Fraser's window. He
then hopped up on it but stepped wrong and Ray then tumbled off, landing
on his back on the wet grass and losing the hat in the process. Staring at
the stars, Ray then growled. "Sonuvabitch! Will you look at my coat?!"
Dusting twigs and leaves off him and, Ray then scooped up the Stetson and
inspected the damage. Turning it around and around Ray then mumbled. "The
hat is in good condition, Detective . . . So shall we proceed with this
investigation? Yes? All right then but the next time watch the first step,
will ya? " Ray again climbed onto the trash can but this time he held onto
the ledge. Then slowly he inched up so that he could see into the window
which just happened to be slightly open and that's why the music had
carried all the way to the front. The music still blared on but when Ray
peered in, he didn't see anyone and he muttered. Well, where's the music
coming from? He's not here and . . . ' But, then Ray saw a shadow and
decided that Fraser was in the next room so he then hopped off and moved
the trash can to the next window and again climbed up slowly and carefully
because he didn't want to take another spill. Then mumbling to himself as
he snuck up, Ray said. "I'm probably gonna get arrested for tom-peeping
and it serves me right 'cause I didn't seem ta learn from the first time
that I fell down!" 

 And, now Ray saw Fraser but the Mountie had his back to him and the
Canadian wasn't doing anything but just standing there while the music
played loudly. And, then Ray thought, what a coincidence, because they
just happen to be playing the song that he had just been listening too in
the car. 

 //Like a movie sense in the sweetest dreams I have pictured us together,
now to feel your lips on my fingertips, I have to say it's even better,
then I ever thought it could possibly be, it's perfect, it's passion, it's
setting me free, from all of my sadness the tears that I've cried, I have
spent all my life// 

 And, then suddenly, Turnbull appeared out of nowhere and the first thing
that Ray noticed was that Turnbull was dancing and not only was he dancing
but the man was dancing for Fraser. His eyes went wide and Ray then
mumbled. " Will ya look at that! What the hell does he think that he is
doing? Did the man drink all the vanilla extract or what?" Totally
dumbfounded and Ray just couldn't make out what was happening but one
thing that was for certain and that was, Turnbull was doing a table dance
for Fraser and there was no mistake about that. The young Canadian was not
only dancing circles around Fraser but the man also had his hands on
Fraser, touching him, grabbing him and teasing the man as the music
continued. 

 //take my breath away . . . love me now, leave me never . . . found a
sacred place, lost in your embrace . . . I want to stay in this forever .
. . I think of the days when the sun used to set . . . on my empty heart,
all alone in my bed . . . tossing and turning . . . emotions were strong .
. . I knew I had to hold on// 

 Ray then looked at Fraser who only stood there with his arms crossed and
watched as Turnbull pranced around him. Then Ray noticed that Turnbull was
trying to get Fraser to join him but Fraser refused. And, then to Ray's
shocked surprise he watched as Turnbull flipped around and pushed his ass
up to Fraser's crotch. Then grabbing the man's hands, Turnbull placed them
on his thighs and then Turnbull pumped and grind his ass against Fraser's
crotch as the music played on. 

 //Waiting for tonight, oh . . . when you would be here in my arms . . .
waiting for tonight, oh . . . I've dreamed of this love for so long. . . .
waiting for tonight.// And, to say that Ray was shocked was putting it
mildly but he couldn't turn away so he watched. 

 //Gone are the days when my sun used to set . . . on my empty heart all
alone in my bed tossing and turning . . . emotions were strong . . . I
knew I had to hold on// 

 Then Turnbull pulled away when he saw that Fraser had no intention of
joining him. The two watched each other for a moment and Fraser said
something to Turnbull but Ray couldn't make it out. But then Ray watched
as Fraser made his way to the CD player and after sorting through a few
CD'S he slipped one into the deck then made his way back to Turnbull.
Reaching over he took Turnbull's hand and slipped his other arm around the
young Canadian's waist and pulled him in until their bodies were pressed
against each other and for some reason this really worried Ray and he
thought. "What the hell is going on here? What is it that they are doing?"
And, then Ray was really stunned when Fraser threw his head back and
cracked up laughing because Ray had never seen him laugh like this before.
The man was practically howling at something that Turnbull had obviously
said, an Ray was dumbstruck. Turnbull was trying not to laugh, but he was
doing a poor job of it because the corners of his mouth kept trying to
inch up. And, Ray was totally fascinated by the scene especially when
Fraser rested his forehead on Turnbull's shoulder and that for some reason
sent Turnbull into giggles. 

 Ray now mumbled. "Sonuvabitch. What the fuck is going on here?! What is
this?" 

 Fraser now looked into Turnbull's eyes trying his best to be serious but
he failed miserably when he cracked out laughing again. Taking in a deep
breath as if he were exasperated and, Turnbull then reached up and placed
his fingers to Fraser's lips and said. "Sh-h-h!" Fraser smiled and then
pulled Turnbull in again and the two took off dancing. They danced
perfectly, each in sync with the other as if they had been dancing
together all their lives, gliding around Thatcher's office in perfect
tempos. 

 Ray could see that Turnbull was saying something by the movement of his
lips but since the music was too loud, he couldn't make it out and it
seemed to be funny because Fraser had pursed his lips and was trying
desperately not to laugh. Never had Ray seen his partner like this, his
face flushed and the man just looked utterly happy, which really upset,
Ray. Then Ray heard Turnbull say rather loudly but with a smile on his
face, "I don't find it as amusing as you do! It was an accident. It was
not intentional!" And, turning to look at Fraser and Ray could now see
tears rolling down Fraser's cheeks as the man still fought to contain his
laughter. Suddenly they stopped and much to Ray's shock, Fraser reached
over and embraced Turnbull, giving him a hard bear hug. But, it didn't
stop there because Turnbull embraced Fraser in return and that's when
again Fraser rested his cheek on Turnbull's shoulder. Fraser then
whispered something and then the two started dancing again, wrapped up in
each others arms and Ray just couldn't believe any of this. He was
breathing so hard that now the window had fogged up and Ray then had to
wipe off a section so that he could peer in. And, to his shock, the pair
was now dancing cheek to cheek and that's when Ray just wanted to jump
into the window and ask what the hell was going on with his partner and
Turnbull. Feeling something tapping his foot and Ray looked down only to
see Diefenbaker sniffing at his boot. Frowning at the wolf, and Ray then
snarled. "And, just how long have you known about those two having an
affair? And, don't you dare deny that you didn't know about Fraser doing
this because I know better, Dief! . . . You and I are gonna have a long
talk later about this Dief once I kick Fraser in the head!" Ray then
directed his attention back to the pair still dancing and wrapped in each
other's arms. 

 It was at that moment that Robert Fraser decided to make an appearance as
he stepped up to the wolf. He looked at Ray then back at the wolf and
asked "What in heaven's name is the yank doing Diefenbaker? If he's trying
to commit suicide then he picked the right place because he is going to
slip off that trash can and break his foolish neck . . . What is he
looking at?" Peering through the window and Robert Fraser gasped, and then
muttered. "GREAT SCOTS! I seriously hope that my son is trying to either
rescue that Mountie or choke him to death the way that Benton is holding
him! . . .WHAT!? What do you mean that they're dancing Diefenbaker!? They
are not dancing! They are . . . they are . . . Oh, dear God but you are
right, Diefenbaker! They are dancing and if I wasn't already dead then I'd
keel over right now!" 

 Dief agreed and then walked away. 

 Robert then turned to Ray and growled. "Will you get your foolish butt
inside and stop them before they do something stupid, yank? Here . . .
Give me your gun and I'll . . . Oh no! What is it that they are doing
now!?! Look, yank, if you're not going to help then stay out of my way!"
And, Robert Fraser vanished. 

 The music stopped but they still danced around slowly to the sound of
their own music and Ray watched and now he could hear them because the
place was as quiet as a cemetery. And, what Ray saw upset him even more
because now the two were gazing into each other eyes, lovingly. But what
happened next really turned Ray's stomach because Fraser said. "You have
magnificent eyes, and Ren . . . Never have I been so totally captivated by
such exquisite beauty! Not even the beaches of Hawaii can compare to such
breathtaking beauty and I stand in awe of you!" And, Turnbull turned about
nine shades of red. 

 Ray now felt as if a freight train had just run over him a few times. He
just wasn't sure if he was angry, hurt, disappointed or if he was just
going to puke on his boots. He then mumbled quietly. "What the hell is
going on here? Am I in a nightmare? Yeh, this is what is happening . . .
I'm in a freaking nightmare!" And, when Ray looked back, he nearly fell
because he saw Turnbull reaching in to kiss Fraser. He was about to yell
stop but then he noticed that Turnbull buried his face into the crook of
Fraser's neck instead and so Ray held back telling himself to calm down
but that didn't last long because Ray then heard Fraser say. "I really
love you." And, that's when Ray felt his heart land somewhere at the heel
of his boot. 

 But, Robert Fraser wasn't that thrilled about this and he snarled.
"BENTON FRASER! And, just what in tarnation has gotten into that head of
yours! You take those paws off that man before I have a coronary right
here! Just what do you think that you are doing!?" 

 And, Fraser jumped, clear of Turnbull's arms and looked around quickly
feeling totally discomfitted and embarrassed to have been caught. Finally
Fraser found his father who just happen to be standing halfway in and
halfway out of a large fake tree that Inspector Thatcher kept in the
corner of the room which is why Fraser hadn't seen him in the first place.
Turnbull asked. "Are you all right? . . Did I step on you?" And, Ray was
seething with anger because he thought that he knew his partner but quite
obviously, he did not and he felt so betrayed. Pulling the coat around him
and Ray muttered under his breath. "How dare he do this to me?! I thought
that we were friends? And, if we are friends then why didn't he tell me
about this!? Why didn't he tell me that he was having an affair with
Turnbull?! . . .No. This isn't happening. This can't be real! That's not
my Fraser in there cause that man's an . . . an . . . He's an imposter!"
And, Ray growled under his breath. Fraser stared at his father as the man
was now spouting off at the mouth. "I knew that Chicago would make you
crazy! This place is full of sex crazy people and now you've become one of
them! What you need is to get back to Canada and expose whatever is left
of your brain to some clean air, son! My God, if you have to do something
like this then at least do it with a real man, son! For heaven sake's if
you need to use the damn thing then I would prefer that you put that leg
over the yank and use it on him instead Benton Fraser!? " 

 At the mention of Ray's name and Fraser was stunned. He muttered, "Ray?
You want me to have sex with . . . OH DEAR!" 

 Hearing his name and, Ray immediately crunched down and murmured. "Shit!
I think that he saw me!" 

 And, Turnbull asked. "Did you just call me, Ray?" 

 His heart was hammering in his chest because Ray thought that he had just
been caught but still he was angry and he muttered. "Oh yeah, and now he
thinks about me after romancing that . . . that . . . him! What? Was I not
good enough for him? Is my hair not the right color or is it cause I'm
from Chicago? I could fuck him so hard that Fraser would be begging for
more and . . . Oh, god, but what is it that I am saying!" And, Ray stopped
immediately. 

 Turning his attention to the younger Constable and Fraser quickly
apologized, saying. "No. . I didn't call you, Ray! . . .Please forgive me
but it just occurred to me that I left my hat in Ray's car and that's why
his name popped out of my mouth. I'm truly sorry." At first Turnbull
pouted and then he said. "I thought that everything was going fine but now
I'm beginning to wonder if. . . . " 

 "No! . . .No. . . . Everything is perfect, Ren . . . Please . . . accept
my apologies . . . Please give me another chance because I still want to
do this." And, Fraser begging made Ray even more upset when he heard it
and he muttered. "Now I'm really gonna puke that lemon meringue pie that I
had for dinner on my boots!" 

 The young Constable then smiled, nodded and said. "Okay . . . Everything
is forgiven." And now it was Robert Fraser who spoke up saying, "This is
disgusting! You are going to waste perfectly good seed on someone like
this . . . this . . . whatever that man is! Look, Benton if you must plant
some seed then why don't you just plant it in someone more deserving like
the yank who just happens to be standing right outside that window right
over . . . " and, then suddenly, Robert Fraser went quiet and left in a
fit of anger. 

 Looking at his father and Fraser then whirled around fast and looked out
of the window but the only thing that he saw was the drizzle. When he
turned back his father was gone and Fraser thought that just maybe his
father was trying to scare him by telling him that Ray was watching. 

 Turnbull asked. "Are you all right Constable? . . . " 

 "What? . .. Oh . . . Ben . . . I told you to call me, Ben, Turnbull. I
mean, since we've been at this for a month already you should at least
call me, Ben." 

 Ray had hunkered down under the ledge so that Fraser wouldn't see him but
he could very well make out what Fraser was saying and again he was pissed
as he growled. "Ben? . . .Ben? Ben my ass! He's never told me to call him
that and we're supposed to be best friends! Or, at least I thought we were
best friends but now I'm really having serious doubts about me and . . .
Mr. Fraser!" Inching up slowly and Ray peeked in checking to see if the
coast was clear. He had already been here probably more than thirty
minutes and he wasn't as wet even though the drizzle was coming in harder
but he knew that he was going to have to leave soon if he didn't want to
get soaked. Peering in the window, and he saw that Turnbull was back in
Fraser's arms and Fraser had his fingers locked behind the young
Constable's waist. Ray then nearly flipped when he heard Fraser say. "I
need to get out of this uniform and so do you so let's continue after we
undress, all right?" And, that's about as much as Ray could take for one
night. Having to watch them naked and in bed was just not going to wash
over with him and he snarled. "So help you, when I see you tomorrow
morning Benton Fraser and the first thing that I'm gonna do is ta kick ya
in the head and then I'm gonna strangle ya with that lanyard or whatever
it is that ya call it!" 

 Gazing into the gray's that were watching him and Turnbull then stammered
rather nervously. "W-We're not going to do that in the bed, again . . .
Are we? I don't think that I can do that again because I'm . . . I'm . . .
" 

 Constable Fraser smiled and then placed his hands on both sides of
Turnbull's head and gazing into the man's eyes, Fraser said. "All you have
to do is relax and concentrate. I told you that I would do everything but
you are going to have to help me by relaxing. It would go so much smoother
if you would just relax a bit. Now? . . You mustn't be so nervous Ren and
I promise to take it slower and easier this time if it helps. I told you
that it would be rough the first couple of days but we've been at this for
a while now so it shouldn't be as bad, right? Here . . . I'll help you out
of your tunic and then we can move into my office where we can have more
privacy." Fraser reached for the collar and undid the velcro and Turnbull
watched, and Ray freaked and that's when he fell off the trash can.
Hearing the ruckus and Fraser hurried to the window and then peered out
but the only thing that he saw was Diefenbaker jumping away from the trash
cans and then the wolf just strolled away, looking over his shoulder twice
at the tipped cans and then he continued around the building. "Hm?" Was
all Fraser said and then returned to where Turnbull waited. 

 Trying his best not to move as he hid under the trash cans, and Ray
waited until he didn't see Fraser's shadow in the window. Once the coast
was clear, Ray crawled around the building on hands and knees and then
sprinted to his car, jumped in and hightailed it to his apartment and as
he drove he let out a stream of curses all the way home. Only once did Ray
stop, pulling over to the curb so that he could curse at the Stetson that
was sitting quietly in the passenger seat "Sacred hat my ass! Do you know
that yer damn, fucking owner who is supposed ta be the epitome of morality
is of this minute banging the other epitome of morality and come tomorrow,
I'm gonna make him eat you, you stupid fucking hat?! . . .What in the hell
happened to that stupid man! . . .He loses his hat and I think that he
tucks his brain somewhere in you cause he sure as hell isn't using it
right now! . . URGH! I'm gonna kill him!?"And Ray then peeled off in a fit
of anger.  So he couldn't sleep because Ray tossed and turned wondering
just in hell he had missed all the signs of Fraser being gay. After all he
considered himself to be a great detective but as of tonight he was really
questioning his status. Staring up at the ceiling he kept mumbling. "How
the fuck did I miss this? Has he always been gay? Did he sleep with
Vecchio too? No wonder he doesn't have a girlfriend cause Fraser has
Turnbull! Turnbull? What the hell is he thinking? He cannot be banging
Turnbull . . . That is just not happening. Fraser cannot be banging
Turnbull!" An hour later after Ray slept, the man ejaculated in his pants
after banging Fraser several times in his dream just like he had been
doing for the last three months now and with a big smile on his face, Ray
slept soundly.	Parking in his usual spot right in front of the Consulate
and Ray waited for Fraser. He was exhausted already because he had sex
with Fraser at least three times in his dreams last night and that had
really worn him out and now he was angry with himself because he had the
dreams and Ren Turnbull had Fraser. Glancing up at doors and Ray knew that
Fraser would be coming out any minute now and all he had to do was to wait
so that he could bitch the Mountie out.  Hurrying down the stairs, and
taking two at a time, Fraser hurried because he was late and he had a rule
about being late. Ray saw him coming but then sat up when he noticed that
Turnbull was coming up right behind Fraser and when he caught up to the
man, Turnbull mumbled something and then slipped something into the man's
hand and Fraser quickly tucked it into his pocket, smiled and hurried
away. But the smile on Turnbull's face and the man's blushing didn't go
unnoticed by Ray who gripped his steering wheel and snarled. "Fucker." 

 Jumping into the GTO and Fraser could already see the tension in Ray's
face and knew that the man was already upset. So, he smiled at the
detective and Fraser said. "Good morning Ray, and how was your night?" 

 Glaring at Fraser from over his sunglasses and Ray only bit at his bottom
lip as he thought *No wonder the Mountie is chipper every morning. I would
be chipper too if I got sex every night! * 

 "Ray? Is something wrong? Why are you staring at me like that?" 

 Pushing his sunglasses higher up on the bridge of his nose and Ray then
turned away and turned the key in the ignition switch. He then mumbled.
"How was your night, Fraser? Was it enjoyable? Were you missing anything
last night or. . . . " * Or, were you too busy being screwed to remember
about your stupid sacred hat?! * 

 Turning around to look into the back seat and Fraser smiled and said.
"Yes, I was in a hurry and I forgot my hat last night. Thank you kindly
for taking care of it, Ray." 

 And, Robert Fraser asked. "So how was the wallflower son? Did you sleep
with him?" 

 Fraser was shocked and said. "I did not!" 

 Looking over at the Mountie and Ray muttered. "You did not what? Don't
tell me you suddenly read minds now?" Shaking his head and Fraser said.
"No, I don't read minds, Ray. I was talking to myself. I'll try not to be
so forgetful the next time." 

 "Yeh . . . You do that . . . I'm beginning to notice that you do a lot of
things by yourself besides talking Fraser." 

 The Mountie frowned and asked. "What do you mean by that, Ray?" 

 But it was Robert Fraser who answered, saying, "What he means is why did
you sleep with the wallflower when you could've slept with the yank, son?!
. ..At least he acts more like a man then that other one ever could!" 

 And, Fraser was stunned and said. "Oh Dear! I couldn't do that." 

 Ray now glared at him and asked. "You couldn't do what Fraser? What is it
that you are talking about!?" 

 Mumbling under his breath and Fraser said. "I can't do a lot of things by
myself, Ray." 

 And, that angered Ray and he growled. "Yeah. I noticed that too, Fraser."


 Fraser looked his way and frowned.  After the long unsettling day they
headed back to the Consulate and Fraser wondered why Ray hadn't spoken to
him all day. He only talked about the cases but he wasn't his usual self
today. Watching him from the corner of his eye and Fraser thought, Why
does he keep staring at me and shaking his head? He's been so quiet and
moody all day and I'm beginning to wonder just what I said or did wrong? 

 Ray looked at him and asked. 'Why are you looking at me that way,
Fraser?" 

 Turning away and Fraser mumbled. "It's nothing, Ray . . . Ray? What is
bothering you? You've been so preoccupied today. Is it because Attorney
Kowalski refused your invitation?" 

 And, that really infuriated Ray to no end, so steering the car into the
shoulder of the street, Ray then parked and turned to his partner and
snarled. "For your information, Stella and I are no longer an item! . . .
I know that I talk a lot about her and I keep asking her out but that's
what I'm supposed to do as an ex, Fraser! Don't you know anything about
ex's? Nah . . . Maybe you don't cause . . . cause you don't have one . . .
Yet." 

 What Ray was saying really confused Fraser and he said. "That's what
you're 'supposed' to do? You're supposed to keep asking Attorney Kowalski
out even though she is going to turn you down? I really don't understand
the logic in that, Ray?" 

 So Robert Fraser rolled his eyes and then decided that maybe he should
explain it to his son so he said. "Don't you understand that the yank is
telling you that he has to ask his exwife out so that he can maintain an
image of a ladies' man? He keeps asking his wife out in the presence of
his co-workers so that they will know that he's a ladies' man, but we both
know the truth, now don't we, son? Do you recall that other night when he
went home with his exwife to her apartment and they . . ." 

 "I don't want to know." Fraser mumbled under his breath because he really
didn't want the details of Ray sleeping with his exwife. 

 "You don't wanna know, what?" Ray asked. 

 "Nothing." 

 "My, god, but you're jealous!" The elder Fraser said. "Your behaving this
way because you're jealous!" 

 "I am not." Fraser growled under his breath. 

 "Yer not what?" Ray asked but the Mountie only turned away hoping that
his father would disappear and leave him alone. 

 Taking in a deep breath and Ray said. "Look. I don't know what yer
problem is, Fraser but Stell and I are just friends . . . We've been
friends since we were kids so I can't just turn my back on her. It's not
like we were gonna reconcile cause there has just been too much damage
between us." 

 "But . . . You're still in love with her, aren't you?" Fraser muttered. 

 Looking at the Mountie and Ray cleared his throat then said. "If you mean
do, I love her as a friend, well, then yeah but if you mean do I love her
as if she's the love of my life, well, then . . . No. No, cause she
doesn't see me like she used to see me before, Fraser." 

 "I don't understand what you are referring to, Ray?" 

 "Well." Ray then turned away and said. "She used to worship me . . . I
guess sort'a like hero-worshiping or something close to that. It's just
that I want her ta say good stuff about me like good friends do Fraser but
all she wants to do is fight. Good friends take care of each other, don't
they, Fraser? They're supposed ta like each other, right? Would you say
that you're a good friend of mine, Fraser?" Ray now looked at him. 

 At first Fraser was confused because the question sounded as if Ray was
fishing for something. But, Fraser then smiled and said. "I would say that
I am a good friend of yours, yes, Ray. I certainly hope so." 

 And, as if on cue, the elder Fraser said. "If you're such a good friend
then why are you sleeping with the Wallflower?!" The Mountie sighed and
shook his head. 

 Ray then said. "Okay, so in yer opinion then we're really close, right? I
mean we're tight, right? I want you to be completely honest with me,
Fraser because friends don't keep secrets." 

 And, Robert Fraser agreed, saying. "See! He knows that you're lying to
him! Tell him the truth about the Wall Flower!" 

 The Mountie frowned and asked. "What secrets are you talking about, Ray?"


 "He knows what you did with the Wall flower!" Robert Fraser interjected. 

 And, Fraser shook his head and waited. 

 Ray turned away and thought about how to respond to Fraser's question. He
then looked to the Mountie and mumbled. "Let's just drop this . . . Hey?
What about dinner? Let's do something really different tonight, Fraser. I
know what, why don't we get all dressed up and go out to the best place in
town! . .. I'm buying and yer going and that's final cause good friends do
that sort of thing. If you have other plans then cancel them . . . Wear a
tux and go all out for me, your best friend, okay? Whadda ya say?" 

 At first Fraser didn't know what to say because he was really confused
but then he smiled and nodded and said. "Yes . . . That would be great." 

 Now Ray smiled, nodded and said. "Great! It's a date!" 

 Robert smiled and agreed. "This is great because now you can take him to
bed. Benton? Do you own a tuxedo?" 

 Fraser looked at his father through the rear view mirror and glared at
him. He then said. "It's a date, Ray."	He was pacing in the small office
and Fraser then turned to his father and asked. "Is it my imagination or
have you suddenly come unhinged? Why exactly do you want me to sleep with,
Ray? The man is my partner in case you forgot." 

 "And?" 

 "And, just what is it that you are trying to do?" Fraser looked at him
and then added. "Have you listened to yourself? You are actually
encouraging me to sleep with my own partner, dad. In case you haven't
noticed, Ray's a man, dad. I think that being dead has somewhat altered
your perspective because you would never encourage such a thing! And, what
happened to the grandchildren that you wanted? I don't think that you
realize that Ray and I can't have children with each other." 

 The elder Fraser glared at his son as if he were the one who had come
unhinged after Fraser was the one, romancing a Wallflower, of all things.
He then said. "I don't want you sleeping with the yank but I'd rather pick
him over that Wallflower! And, in reality the yank really does care for
you son, because he watches your back so why not let him, um . . . Watch
your front too, in a manner of speaking? And, as for children . . . I'm
sure that he would put out some fine ones, son." 

 His mouth dropped open and Fraser was stunned for a few seconds, He then
said. "You have come unhinged! When did you hear me say that I wanted to
sleep with a man, let alone, Ray?! Besides none of this concerns you and I
also don't need advice in my sleeping practices! Dad . . . Let's get one
thing straight and that is that I am not sleeping with, Ray! And, now this
is the end of this discussion and I have work to do!" 

 Robert Fraser only stared at his son until Fraser felt guilty enough to
turn away.  Pressing a palm to the horn and Ray then waited for his
partner. His mouth then dropped open when he saw what walked out of the
Consulate. It was Fraser but he was in a tuxedo, a black one with silk
trimmings around the cuffs and down the seams of his pants. He knew that
his mouth was wide-open but he just couldn't help but to ogle at his
gorgeous partner who looked like a million bucks, his hair neatly combed
and his boots sparkled under the glow of the street lamps. Then he was
awakened out of his stupor when he saw Turnbull come chasing after Fraser
just like he did the last time. The two whispered, smiled and then
Turnbull handed Fraser something which the man quickly slipped into his
pocket. Ray almost beat on the horn when he saw Turnbull reach in as if to
kiss Fraser but Ray stopped when he realized that Turnbull was only
removing a piece of lint off Fraser's shoulder. The intimacy got to him
though, so Ray honked at Fraser again. Ray was feeling territorial and
that's all that there was to it and he didn't want Turnbull messing up his
plans so he told Fraser to hurry up. 

 Jumping into the car and Fraser said. "I'm sorry Ray, but you know how
fussy Turnbull . . . Ray! . . You look fantastic in that tux! I don't
think that I've ever seen you looking as distinguished as you do now,
Ray!" 

 And, the statement made, Ray, blush all the way to the roots of his hair.
Fiddling with the bow tie and Ray murmured. "Thanks . . . You look pretty
killer yourself, Fraser." . 

 Robert Fraser agreed and said. "See! I told you that the yank has good
taste. He knows how appreciate the finer things in life. You really ought
to give him a try son. At least test that leg one time and just strap it
over him." 

 Shutting his eyes for a couple of seconds and hoping to get rid of his
father, Fraser then looked at Ray and asked. "Ray? Is there a special
reason for us getting all dressed up? Are we going on a stakeout?" 

 Shaking his head and Ray said. "No special reasons. But, the rest is a
secret and I'll tell ya later." 

 Leaning forward, and the elder Fraser said. "Maybe he's going to take you
to some fancy hotel and have his way with you, son?" 

 And, as much as he wished his father would leave and stop talking such
nonsense, Fraser then wondered if just maybe, his father was onto
something.  To say that he wasn't impressed would be to lie because Fraser
was very impressed with Ray's choice of a restaurant which included
everything from candlelight to imported wine, to enticing desserts. But,
Fraser had only sipped at the wine while Ray had a couple of glasses with
his meal. Once they were through and the waiter had removed the dishes,
Ray then looked up at his partner and said. "I need to ask you something."


 "Yes, Ray?" And, Fraser now gave him his undivided attention. 

 "Okay . . . I noticed that every day that I pick you up, Turnbull chases
you down and gives you something. Is it the keys to his apartment?" 

 At first, Fraser didn't know what he was talking about. And, so he asked.
"What are you referring to, Ray?" 

 Ray didn't know if Fraser was trying to be evasive so he said. "I noticed
that Turnbull slips something into yer hand just about every day . . . Are
they the keys to his apartment?" 

 Then it came to him and Fraser then shook his head and smiled. He then
said. "You're talking about the talisman, Ray?" 

 "What?" Ray was puzzled. 

 "What Turnbull gives to me every morning is a Talisman, Ray. It's a good
luck charm which he insists that I carry at all times for my protection
and well-being. It's also supposed to bring me good luck, Ray although
lately it's been doing everything but that. And, since I keep forgetting
it on my desk every morning then Turnbull has made it his mission to make
sure that I carry it with me all the time." 

 "Oh. Well, that makes sense. I don't know how you can say that it's not
lucky, Fraser cause I think that you've been very lucky lately . . . Very
lucky indeed, Ben . . . Let's get outta here, okay?" 

 Fraser didn't understand what he meant and he also noticed that Ray had
called him by his first name which really surprised him although he had to
admit that he really liked it especially coming from Ray. Getting up and
Fraser said. "I'm ready to leave." And Fraser then watched as Ray paid the
tab and he also left a hefty tip for the waiter and then turning to Fraser
he said. "Okay . . . So, let's get this date rolling." 

 And, the Mountie wondered what he meant by that since the date had
started hours ago.  Once they were in the car, Fraser then turned to Ray
and asked. "Ray? I don't mean to sound unappreciative but just what
exactly are we celebrating?" 

 At first Ray didn't say anything but then he smiled and said. "I'll let
you figure that one out, Ben." 

 There was a rustling behind him and then Robert Fraser said. "He wants to
sleep with you son. Don't think that the dinner was free. Trust me,
because I know how these things work. And, now you're supposed to be the
dessert." 

 Glaring at his father through the rear view mirror and Fraser then shook
his head thinking to himself. 'How can you say that about the man? If you
knew Ray like I do then you'd know that Ray is in love with his exwife and
he just isn't like that.' Then he asked. "Where are we headed to now,
Ray?" 

 Turning down his street and, Ray now headed to his place. Looking over at
Fraser and Ray said. "We're heading to my apartment, unless you have to
get home to . . . to Turnbull?" 

 And, Fraser found it odd that Ray would say that. Shaking his head and
Fraser said. "No. I do not have to get home to Constable Turnbull, Ray and
why would you ask that?" 

 Flipping the radio on and Ray shook his head and said. "Never mind." And,
as if on cue, they played the song. 

 // Gone are the days when my sun used to set, in my empty heart, all
alone in my bed, tossing and turning emotions were strong, I knew I had to
hold on.// 

 And, Ray had to look at Fraser to see if he would react to the song but
the Mountie didn't even seem to notice that the song was playing. Fraser
looked at him and wondered what was on the detectives' mind. 

 Parking in front of his apartment and Ray then unbuckled and said, "Come
on." And both of them headed upstairs, with Fraser leading the way while
Ray analyzed his butt and Ray smiled and said."A nice ass." 

 Turning to face him and Fraser asked. "What did you say?" 

 Shaking his head and Ray said. "Nothing." Ray hadn't realized that he had
spoken out loud and he thought that just maybe he had a bit too much to
drink so he had better watch himself. 

 Fraser continued up the stairs but he knew what he had heard and he did
hear Ray say that he had a nice ass. Now Fraser studied him as Ray
unlocked the door. 

 Once inside Ray offered Fraser something to drink but Fraser said that he
had enough already and thanked him so Ray smiled and then said. "Well,
then let's relax. Or would you rather work off the huge dinner we had?" 

 "Aha! I told you he was going to want to be compensated, son! The man
want's you!" 

 And, Fraser was annoyed that his father had followed them but he was also
puzzled by Ray's statement so he asked. "Work off the dinner? Whatever do
you mean, Ray?" 

 Turning away and Ray headed to his book shelf and Fraser watched because
he didn't know what his partner was doing. Then he heard the music and
realized that Ray meant working dinner off by dancing. But, did Ray intend
to dance alone, Fraser wondered. 

 And, as in answer to his question, Ray asked. "Do you dance?" 

 "Pardon?" The question stunned Fraser because he was totally unprepared
for this. Ray had never asked him something like this before and he wasn't
sure if Ray meant that he dances for Ray or if Ray was asking to dance
with him."Ray?" 

 Walking over to Fraser and Ray reached and grabbed the Mountie's hand
then pulled the man in, with one arm wrapping around the Mountie's waist
and the other holding Fraser's hand. The two men looked at each other and
then Ray smiled and said. "Let's dance, and Fraser cause I hate dancing
alone." And the Mountie was too shocked to reply but Ray pulled him and
Fraser followed. The two gazed into each others eye as they danced to the
slow music and Fraser couldn't help but to think that just maybe Ray had
too much wine and now he was probably missing his exwife so Ray was forced
to dance with him instead. Clearing his throat and Fraser asked. "Ray? . .
. Why are we . . . " 

 But, Ray shut his eyes and hummed along with the music totally cutting
Fraser off in mid sentence. He then pulled the Mountie closer, tightening
the hold around Fraser's waist as they pressed against each other. And if
that wasn't enough, Fraser then nearly froze when Ray laid his head on his
shoulder and the Mountie thought, "This is definitely nerve-wrecking! What
is going on? Could my father have been correct?" 

 "Of course, I'm right." Robert Fraser nodded and smiled. He then said.
"The yank definitely has the hots for you." Rolling his eyes at his father
and Fraser thought that his dad was turning into a raving lunatic and the
man definitely needed to get a real life. The music then stopped but Ray
continued dancing. 

 "Ray. Ray. Ray? Ray?" 

 Resting his head on Fraser's shoulder and Ray asked. 'Yeh?" 

 "I think that the music has stopped and we . . . " But the music started
up again and Ray lifted his head, smiled and said. "Do you know that yer a
very good dancer, Benton Fraser?" 

 "Thank you kindly, Ray and so are you." Fraser murmured. 

 Then gazing into the soft grays and, Ray wondered just what it would be
like to taste the Mountie. Obviously, Turnbull must enjoy Fraser very much
so Ray then decided that he wanted to find out and so reaching up, Ray
took Fraser's head in his hands and reached in, pressing his lips to
Fraser's very gently in a chaste kiss. 

 "BINGO!" Bob Fraser shouted and Fraser pulled away with a gasp and said.
"Ray! Ray, you just kissed me!" 

 Staring at the man, Ray frowned and then asked. "Should I have asked for
yer permission first?" 

 And, Robert Fraser said. "Well at the very least return the kiss, son!" 

 Fraser snapped. "No!" 

 And, the sharp response startled, Ray. He then said. "Well, you don't
have to yell at me, Fraser." 

 "No. . No, I wasn't yelling at you. Ray. I'm just wondering why you
kissed me is all." 

 Puzzled by the response and Ray now took a step back and studied his
partner. Ray then asked."Does my kissing bother you?" 

 "Well. No. . . . No, the kiss doesn't bother me but. But . . . I have to
tell you that I am baffled by it." 

 At first Ray was confused and then he smiled and said. "And, yer kidding
me, right? You don't know why I kissed you?" 

 "Um . . . No. . . . I didn't think this was a date like a um . . . date .
. . I thought it was a date like a. . . . Ray? What is going on? I'm
really very confused. Help me to understand here. You bought me dinner and
now I'm supposed to be the . . . the . . . " With a confused look on his
face and Ray only looked at Fraser and when the Mountie didn't continue,
Ray asked. "What?" 

 "Ray, . . . am I supposed to be the dessert?" 

 "What!?" And, Ray was stunned by what his partner had said because his
offer had been genuine but, in his opinion, Fraser was looking at it more
like a tradeoff and that really disturbed, Ray and he muttered.
"Dessert!?" And then crossing his arms, Ray growled. "Oh that's a good one
Benton Fraser because you have just insulted me." 

 "Ray. I'm terribly sorry but I'm somewhat confused." 

 "Oh, great and now you've insulted him, son. He treats you like a
gentleman would and you go and insult him because the Wall flower has
messed up your mind." Looking at his father and Fraser wanted to go over
and knock some sense into the man because he was the one that put all of
these crazy ideas into his mind in the first place. Licking his lips
nervously and Fraser started to apologize but stopped when he noticed that
Ray was staring at him, at his lips to be exact. 

 And, it was true that Ray couldn't help but to stare at the moistened
lips that glistened on his partner. So, licking his own lip's Ray then
looked up into the soft grays then down at Fraser's lips and fought with
himself because he wanted to pounce on the Canadian. 

 Fraser was confused but he knew what Ray wanted to do because there was
no mistaking what was in the man's eyes. He just didn't understand what
was going on. When Ray's hand came up to touch his cheek and Fraser knew
what was coming next but he didn't know why Ray was suddenly behaving this
way. Had the detective a bit too much to drink? Was this the liquors
doing? Fraser had no answers but as Ray inched in, Fraser felt his heart
racing and suddenly he felt as if his body was made of Jell-O because he
had just lost all control of his body. Once Ray was up close, Fraser
closed his eyes and gasped when Ray's lips touched his. The kiss was
tender until Ray's lips slid down and captured Fraser's bottom lip which
Ray then sucked in between his teeth. Now, his heart was pounding, and
Fraser felt a warmness spread throughout his body particularly in his
crotch area because now his cock was fully awake especially after Ray had
started sucking on his bottom lip. And, as luck would have it, the
telephone shrilled and both man jumped, breaking the spell and the kiss.
The two looked at each other and then Ray said. "I have to get that cause
it might be the Lieutenant." And he hurried to the phone leaving a very
jittery Mountie who wondered just what had happened. 

 Talking to the person on the line and Ray then frowned and turning to
Fraser, he said. "It's for you and you'll never guess who it is?" Trying
to regain his composure and Fraser then asked. "Who is it?" Stepping up to
the Mountie and Ray shoved the phone into Fraser's hand and said. "It's
yer significant other looking for you." 

 "Who?" Fraser asked as he put the phone up to his ear and said. "This is
Constable Fraser speaking . . . Turnbull? . . .What?! Oh dear!. .I'll be
right over! Yes I'll hurry so don't . . . bye . . . Yes, me too!" And he
hung up. He then turned and said "Ray . . . I really have to. . ." 

 "Yeh I heard, that you hafra run home to . . . to Turnbull. I figured
that you would." Ray sounded disappointed. And, Fraser was about to say
something but Ray cut him off saying. "Come on Fraser, and I'll take ya
home. I should'a known better . . . let's go." And, Ray walked off leaving
Fraser to wonder just what had happened between them. But the one thing he
did know was that Ray was very upset and it was probably because of him. 
Once they buckled in the car, Fraser turned to look at Ray who seemed to
be upset and asked. "Ray? Ray, was it something that I said or did?" 

 Ray frowned and didn't respond but Robert Fraser spoke up, saying."You're
trying this man's patience, son! You know what he wanted but instead you
run home to that Wallflower!" 

 Fraser mumbled under his breath. "He's not a wallflower and it's an
emergency." 

 What? Are you calling me a wallflower?" Ray asked. 

 "Oh, he's a wallflower all right!" Robert snapped. 

 "No, Ray, I didn't refer to you as a wall flower. I was referring to
someone else who is not a wallflower. . .I mean. . .Never mind. . . Ray?
Why are you angry with me?" 

 "Just drop it, Fraser." Ray growled. 

 "Is it because I . . . " 

 "I told you to drop it cause if you don't get it then there's nothing to
explain. . . . Just lemme get ya back to your . . . yer . . . him." 

 And, Fraser was puzzled and asked. "What is it that you are talking
about, Ray?" 

 But, Ray was too frustrated especially after being rejected for someone
like Turnbull and Ray was also horny which made things even worse for him
so now he drove the rest of the way in silence.  Parking in front of the
Consulate and Ray then looked at Fraser and said. "We're here and I'll be
seeing ya tomorrow." 

 "Ray? Ray, I need to know what is going on? What did I do to offend you,
Ray?" Fraser asked because he was totally confused but they were
interrupted when Turnbull knocked on the passengers' window. Turning to
look at him and Fraser frowned as he rolled down the window. The young
Mountie looked worried and he was wringing his hands, saying. "Ben . . .
I-I mean, Constable Fraser? . . I'm so glad that you . . . " 

 Fraser said. "Could you just give me a minute Constable Turnbull? There's
something that I have to tell, Ray." 

 " But . . . But . . . Oh Dear! Ben . . . I mean, . Constable Fraser, I
really need you . . . It's urgent . . . please!" Throwing Ray a side
glance Turnbull then looked back to Fraser and pleaded with his eyes now. 

 And, since Ray was already angry, he told Fraser. "Just get outta the car
and we'll talk tomorrow, Fraser." 

 Worried by Ray's anger and Fraser said. "Ray, we" 

 "Out." And, not waiting to be told again, Fraser then stepped out of the
car and just as soon as he did, Ray saw that Turnbull wrapped an arm
around Fraser's waist and hurried him along saying. "I'm so glad that you
came home! I really need you!" And, off they went while Ray sat and fumed
and then he put the pedal to the metal and sped off Fraser turned in time
to catch Ray's dust.  Ray didn't go home though because he drove straight
to the nearest liquor store and he knew all the liquor stores in these
areas because he frequented them during busts or arrests. Buying himself a
bottle of Jack Daniels and Ray then hurried back to his car while
muttering under his breath. "Damn him! He could have at least had the
decency to spend the rest of the evening with me . . . It's not like it
was gonna kill him or something. I wouldn't have told Turnbull about it, I
mean lots of people have affairs. We could'a had a fucking one night stand
and I would've been satisfied! That's all I asked of him! . . Hell, what
are you talking about, Ray? You know that ain't even the fucking truth
cause you want him. You want to take him from Turnbull cause you think
that yer better then he is." Ray then threw the bottle of liquor into the
passenger seat and then started the car but he still continued the
conversation with himself." I think that Fraser's scared that if we had
sex then I'd probably want it every night after that and the man is more
then likely correct, cause I would want it every night . . . God but I
hate that damn fucking Turnbull! I mean what does he have that I don't
have? . . .Fraser . . . he's got Fraser, Ray and you don't!" And, then Ray
drove on in silence.  And, taking care of the emergency, which consisted
of a broken waterline that had nearly drowned the kitchen floor and Fraser
now searched for a mop. He was still wearing the tuxedo but had rolled the
sleeves up because it was a rental and he wanted to make sure that he
didn't ruin it. And when he opened the closet, he jumped when his father
said. "And, now will you tell me what is wrong with you, Benton Fraser!?" 

 "You scared me! . .. Well, will you kindly tell me why it is so important
that I be intimate with Ray? Don't you understand that the man is in love
with his exwife!?" Fraser growled as he started to mop up the floor. 

 "Oh? And why was he kissing you earlier?" Robert Fraser asked. 

 Fraser turned away because he was blushing and he just couldn't look his
father in the eyes. The younger Mountie then asked. "And, why do you refer
to Turnbull as a Wallflower? He is no such thing and another thing, What
kind of delusions are you harboring in that head of yours?! You want
grandchildren and then you want me to have a relationship with my partner?
What form of logic are you basing your ideas on? . . . The form of
dementia?! " 

 And, now Robert Fraser was angry. He was so upset that he let the cat out
of the bag by saying. "He saw you, son. The yank saw you dancing with that
. . . that wall flower and he saw you kissing him, also. You were all over
him for heaven's sake, begging him to take his clothes off, and whispering
sweet nothings into his ear and it was damned right pathetic and
embarrassing! I know that with the yank, you wouldn't have to beg to take
your clothes off because he would rip them off for you! In my opinion, the
yank is a far better man then that . . . that poor excuse of a man! Come
on son, the yank is always there to cover your back and now I think that
you should let him cover your other place too!" 

 And, Fraser was so shocked that he only stood in place with his mouth
wide open, holding onto the mop. He then asked. " W-What is it that you
are talking about? How did he see me? And, I was not kissing Constable
Turnbull! We were only dancing!" 

 "Benton? How can you say that you were only dancing when we were watching
you from the window?! All three of us were there, Diefenbaker, the yank
and me and we were all watching you as you put your hands all over that
Constable and you can't deny that you weren't kissing him! And, then you
run off after the yank spend a lot of money on you for what? So, that you
could come running home to him?! . . . It! . . .That!" 

 The young Mountie was totally dumbfounded and horrified by what his
father was saying. He then dropped the mop, turned and ran out of kitchen
and kept right on going .  Downing his second drink and Ray surfed the
channels searching for a good show. He was still in his tuxedo because he
was too angry to make it all the way to the bedroom to change so he just
sat there drinking and talking to the bottle in his hand. "When I get
through with you baby, I'm gonna be flying so high that I won't need
anyone to take care of my needs! It's just me and you, sweetie! And, after
several drinks from you then I won't have to bother about this hardon
cause you will take care of it for me! Stupid fucking Mountie. He could
have had me tonight but he chose his stupid lover over me so who needs
him! He just doesn't know what he's missing cause I definitely could show
him a really good time! . . . Guess Fraser can't take a real man. Not that
I know how to do a man but I'm definitely fucking good in bed and it can't
be that hard!" The knocking at the door made him jump. 'Shit! Now who that
fuck could that be?" And soon the knocking turned into banging. 

 "Okay! Okay! I'm coming so hold yer horses' man!" he then giggled because
it sounded funny to him but Ray then got up and looked down at his
erection because he was still very hard. Pushing it down some, he winched
and then made his way to the door. Pulling it open he was then surprised
to see Fraser. Still, in his tuxedo standing in the doorway and the
Mountie was panting, trying to catch his breath. Ray then asked. "Fraser?
Are you okay? Where's your boytoy? . . . What happened to Turnbull?" 

 Winded from running all the way and Fraser said. "Turnbull's . . . at . .
. the consulate!" 

 So, Ray was confused and he asked. "Are you sure that you're okay? You
seem to be breathing kinda hard there, Fraser?" 

 "I know that I am . . . Ray? . . . May I please come in?" 

 Stepping aside and Ray gestured with the glass in his hand and said.
"Yeh. Sure. Get your ass inside and drink some water." 

 "No. . . . Don't . . . I don't need any . . . I need to talk to you,
Ray." 

 "Okay . . . I'd offer you a shot but I know that you don't drink so . . .
" 

 Seeing the glass in Ray's hand and Fraser took it and downed it. And, Ray
was stunned, his eyes and mouth popped open because of what Fraser had
done and he said. "Whoops! That wasn't water, Fraser." 

 "URGH! God! That really burns! How can you drink that, Ray?!" 

 Now Ray was laughing and he said. "I ask the same thing every time that
you lick dead men's shoes, Fraser! Now that is gross!" Staggering over to
the couch and Ray then plopped down into it and served himself another
drink. 

 Taking the drink from Ray's hand and Fraser said. "Ray. I need you sober
please." 

 "Gimme that back, Fraser! You just don't know how badly I need that
drink! . I hope that you didn't come here to ruin the rest of my evening!"
Ray growled. 

 "No. . I came to find out why you were tom-peeping on Constable Turnbull
and me?!" 

 Ray was shocked by what Fraser said and then he growled. "That stupid
wolf told you, didn't he!? When I see that stupid mutt, I'm gonna wring
that scrawny neck of his! And, I'm not gonna buy him donuts anymore and
you tell him that!" 

 Shaking his head and Fraser said, "No. Ray. Diefenbaker didn't tell me
anything but he most definitely is going to be punished once I am finished
here with you. I ought to have you arrested for trespassing and peeping,
Ray . . . But, never mind about that because it's not important who told
me only that you misconstrued what you saw, Ray." 

 "I did what? I miscon . . . miscan . . . I screwed it, huh? No. . No,
Fraser cause the only one screwing anyone was you and not me! I was there,
Fraser! I was there watching you dancing cheek ta cheek with that . . .
that . . . Canadian and I was there when you said that you wanted ta take
yer damn clothes off! . . .For crying out loud, Fraser, I'm a fucking
detective and I know what I saw and heard! And, just how long have you
been banging Turnbull anyway!? 

 Fraser couldn't help but to blush and he couldn't even look, Ray in the
eyes when he said. "I am not banging Turnbull, Ray. We were practicing." 

 "Practicing? In having sex!?" 

 "No!" Fraser now looked at his partner even though he was truly
embarrassed. He then said. "Ray. Constable Turnbull is dating someone.
Someone very special, shall I say and being as shy as he is, Turnbull
needed someone to coach him and I told the Constable that I would help
him." 

 Staring at Fraser for a couple of minutes and Ray then shook his head and
said. "No. That doesn't wash with me, Fraser. That just doesn't make
sense! You wanted to take yer clothes off! I heard you! I was there! I was
the one who toppled the trash cans!" 

 "Oh? So you were there! . . . Ray? If you were watching did you ever see
me take my clothes off? We were playacting, and Ray . . . I was merely
throwing situations his way to prepare him for his next few dates. You
know that Constable Turnbull is very shy and I was just trying to help him
overcome certain obstacles, Ray. Believe me when I tell you that I am not
romantically involved with Turnbull in any which way." 

 Ray wanted to believe him but the little voice in his head held out and
told Ray that Fraser was making it up. He then asked. "And who is Turnbull
going out with, Fraser?" 

 Looking at his partner and Fraser then shook his head and said. "Ray . .
. I'm not at liberty to discuss that with you." 

 "Ah-huh. Right . . . But, yet you expect me to believe that Turnbull is
dating someone else and not you, Fraser?! No. And, the only reason that I
didn't see you remove your clothes is cause I took off, Fraser. I sure as
hell didn't wanna see both of you get naked cause then I'd really . . . "
And, Ray stopped because he just couldn't go on. 

 "Ray! . . I'm telling you the truth! . . .Very well, then I shall tell
you who Turnbull is involved with but you must keep this in the strictest
of confidence or I will be in as much trouble as Constable Turnbull and I
might even be transferred should the Inspector find out. Do you
understand?" 

 Ray nodded but he understood nothing. 

 "Very well. Constable Turnbull has been seeing one of the Ambassador's
son but I can't tell you which Ambassador, for your own safety, Ray but I
can tell you that this young man is totally smitten with Constable
Turnbull. And, since Constable Turnbull doesn't have much 'dating'
experience, well, then he asked me to help him by providing scenarios
concerning not only dating but, also um, sexual advances and even . . . um
. . . certain stimulating circumstances, if you know what I mean, which is
why I threw in the removal of clothing but nothing actually happened, Ray.
I did it to merely help him escape such circumstances if it came to that
point." 

 At first Ray wasn't sure that he was actually following Fraser but the
more the Mountie talked the more that he made sense and now Ray had a bad
gut feeling that he had somehow messed up. Looking at Fraser, and Ray then
said. "Ohmigod, Fraser! I think that I fucked up and I mean I fucked up
royally because I really thought that you and Turnbull were actually
having . . . that you were banging . . . Ohmigod!" Ray murmured as he
covered his mouth. The Mountie sat quietly staring at him and then Ray
reached for the glass of liquor and said. "Gimme my drink cause I really
need this one! And, I call myself a great detective? Somebody ought'a
shoot me! Gimme my glass, Fraser!" And, Fraser handed Ray his glass which
the detective downed in one loud gulp. He winced then said. "Good . . .
That feels good." 

 "Ray? You actually thought that I was having an affair with, Constable
Turnbull? You thought that I was gay?" Fraser was a bit startled that his
partner would believe this. "Um . . . Well . . . " And, Ray got up because
suddenly he needed some fresh air. Opening the window, just a crack, and
Ray then took in a deep breath and said. "I never said that. I never said
that you were gay, Fraser." And, Fraser watched as Ray rocked from side to
side and he knew that his partner was already a bit tipsy but he was
rocking because he was nervous. Ray was about to take yet another drink
but Fraser walked over to him and took the glass from him but not before
Ray had a sip. "Don't. You don't need this, Ray. Ray? . . .Are you having
a problem with this because you're gay?" And, Ray nearly sprayed Fraser
with the liquor that was in his mouth but instead he sprayed the window
and then started coughing really badly. 

 Patting Ray's back and Fraser said. "I'm sorry but I didn't mean to shock
you. Are you all right?" Pushing the Mountie away and still coughing, Ray
growled. "First ya try to choke me with my own drink and then you try ta
save me?! Are you insane, Mountie? .. .What kinda stupid question was
that?! Do I even look gay to you!?" 

 "Ray . . . You don't have to get so defensive. I didn't mean anything by
it and now I've even questioned my own . . . " 

 "NO! Are you crazy?! I'm not gay, and Fraser, I've never been gay! What
kinda shit is that?! I was married remember?! And, why are we talking bout
me anyway?! We were talking about you and Turnbull!" 

 "Yes. We were discussing Constable Turnbull and me but I can assure you
that nothing is going on, Ray. But, you kissed me so if you're not gay
then that makes you bisexual, Ray." And, that really stunned, Ray. Taking
a step back and he then growled. "What?! . . .What are you saying?! . . .
I can't be that, Fraser!" 

 "But . . . " 

 "No! Just leave me alone, Fraser!" Ray growled. 

 "Ray?" 

 "Fraser! Don't!" 

 "But!" 

 " I mean it, Fraser! If you keep at this, then I'm gonna get angry and
then I'm gonna hit you in the mouth just like I did that other time! I
swear that I will!" 

 "And, just how is that going to help, Ray?" Fraser asked feeling totally
exasperated by the man. Glaring at the Mountie and Ray said. "It's called
'Ray's answer-ta-everything'. When I don't wanna talk about something then
I'll threaten to hit ya and then I'll pop you one and I swear that I will
cause I'm drunk!" 

 Taking a step closer to the detective and Ray stepped bak. Fraser then
said."Ray . . . We should . . . " 

 "Fraser, I said no! I don't wanna talk about this anymore now leave me
the fuck alone before I hit ya! Do you understand me?! I mean it,
Mountie!" Ray panted in anger. 

 The Mountie nodded and asked."Do you want me to leave?" 

 And, Ray just wasn't sure what he wanted at this point so he stared at
Fraser in confusion. He really didn't want Fraser to leave because he
really wanted the man, sexually but he also didn't want to be interrogated
as if he were a criminal and Fraser was doing just that. He was confused
and he wanted to tell Fraser to take a hike but his cock disagreed and
kept telling him, let's fuck him, instead! And, Ray so badly wished that
he could fuck the man but then he remembered that Fraser had insulted him
by calling him a bisexual so he backed off. Ray now looked at the
beautiful Mountie whose chocolate brown hair, was in disarray probably
after Fraser ran all that way here and then Ray studied the man's face
which was flushed, probably in anger and wondered if Fraser would look
like that after having sex. The man looked utterly, provocative in Ray's
eyes and that wasn't making it easier for Ray. And then, Ray couldn't help
it but his eyes now scanned the Mountie's body, taking in the crumbled
tuxedo but Ray knew that underneath that suit was one gorgeous body and
Ray decided that somehow, someway he was going to sleep with Fraser. 

 "Ray? . . .Ray? . . .Ray?" 

 But, Ray was fixated by a bead of sweat that was trickling its way down
Fraser's temple and he wondered just what that would taste like? Would
Fraser be salty if he licked him or would the Mountie have a wonderful
taste of his own and the thought of licking Fraser made Ray go really
hard. 

 The Mountie hadn't moved because he was watching Ray who seemed to be
studying him with a hungry look in his eyes and that frightened him a
little. He then said. "Ray?" 

 And as if coming out of a trance, Ray then reached up and covered his
face and muttered. "Oh man, but what is happening to me? What is wrong
with me?"Why does Fraser hafta look so damn fucking gorgeous!? Why do I
wanna get down on my knees and suck the juice outta the man when I've
never even done something like that before!? Am I really gay? Or, is it
just Fraser that is driving me nuts? . .. What is it that I'm gonna do!? 

 Fraser then asked. "Ray? Are you all right? Can I get you something?" 

 Wiping at his face because he was now sweating and Ray then shook his
head. Then not caring what the Mountie thought, Ray reached over and with
the tip of his finger collected the bead of sweat from Fraser's temple and
brought it to his mouth where he proceeded to lick it off with one swipe
of his tongue. Then smacking his lips and Ray then nodded and said.
"Sweet." 

 And, the gesture really unnerved Fraser but he didn't say a word. Looking
up at the Mountie and Ray said. "Yer sweating." 

 The sexual tension between them was so thick that you could cut it with a
knife and now Fraser was finding it difficult to concentrate or even
breath. 

 Staring at the Mountie, Ray then reached over again and with two fingers
he traced the curvature of Fraser's jawbone down to his chin, collecting
sweat where he found it. Then this time, Ray stuck the sweated fingers
into his mouth and tasted his partner again and the action really stunned
the Mountie but he was totally fascinated especially because he was
getting a hardon. Watching Fraser and Ray then did something that really
shocked the Mountie. With the same two wet fingers, Ray then reached over
and slipped them between Fraser's lips, searching for the man's warm
tongue and once he touched it, he then slipped the fingers back out and
back into his mouth where he tasted them. Then Ray smacked his lips again,
smiled and noticed that Fraser was completely stunned by what he had done.
Licking his lips and Ray murmured. "Fraser?. . .Have you ever considered
yourself homophobic?" 

 Shaking his head slightly and Fraser mumbled. "Never." 

 "So. . . . Yer not gay but yer not scared of gays' or bisexuals', or are
you, Fraser?" And, Ray then took a step in closer into the Mountie's
space. 

 Gazing into the blues watching him and Fraser shook his head and said.
"I'm not homophobic, that is correct, Ray." 

 Moving in even closer to where their chests now touched and Ray gazed
into the grays and asked. "Would you consider yerself, bisexual?" 

 The closeness now made Fraser really nervous and he wet his lips and
mumbled. "I. . .I. . .." 

 And, Ray then whispered right up against Fraser, where his breath now
caressed the Mounties' lips and he said. "I don't know if I'm gay,
bisexual or just try-sexual, but, as I said before . . . I'll try anything
at least once . . . And . . . I'll kiss anyone that is just downright
pretty . . . And . . . You really do happen to fall into that category, do
you know that?" 

 His heart was now racing like a wild stallion who has broken free of its
corral and Fraser could now feel actual sweat rolling down his temples
because not only was this a bit scary but Ray was turning him on in a big
way. Fraser just couldn't believe how hard he was and he was just
speechless. "Fraser?" Ray asked and clearing his throat, Fraser murmured.
"I-I wasn't aware that I would fall into any category, Ray." 

 "Oh, yeah, you fall into all of my categories, Fraser. You really . . .
really do" Ray whispered and again Fraser felt Ray's warm breath on his
face and his cock jerked. 

 The two stared at each other a moment longer and then Ray reached behind
Fraser's neck, his fingers slipping into the man's soft brown hair where
Ray now caressed the nape of his neck. And, Ray touching him like this
made Fraser's cock jerk again and he just couldn't believe how turned on
he was by his partner's touch. Looking into Fraser's eyes and Ray asked.
"Are you all right?" 

 Not wanting to move because he was really getting into this, Fraser
nodded. So Ray smiled and then the detective reached over and ran the flat
of his tongue across Fraser's lips and that really shocked the Mountie
into dropping his mouth open and when he did, then Ray pressed his wet
lips to Fraser's in the hopes of tasting the man. His tongue slipped
quickly between Fraser's lips searching for the man's tongue and he didn't
have to search long because suddenly something soft and warm greeted him
and Ray moaned when it did. 

 "Oh dear!" Robert Fraser gasped and Fraser jumped, immediately pulling
away from Ray which at first startled Ray and then he asked. "What!?" 

 "I, um . . . I . . . " and looking to his father, Fraser mumbled. "Do you
mind?" 

 "No, you go right ahead, son and don't mind me." Robert Fraser smiled.
But, Ray was confused and he asked. "Do I mind? Do I mind what? What is it
that yer talking about?" 

 "Um . . . No, Ray, I wasn't . . . It had nothing to do with you." 

 "Oh? . . .But, I'm the only one here and . . . Oh . . . You don't want me
to kiss you is that it?" Ray asked as he gazed at the Mountie. 

 "No. . No, I didn't mean that . . . I just . . . " 

 "So you do want me to kiss you?" Ray asked. 

 "Of course he does, yank! It looks like he was really enjoying it!" And,
Robert Fraser was still smiling. Glaring at his father and Fraser then
turned back to Ray and was startled when the man wrapped an arm around his
neck, pulled him in and plastered his lips to Fraser's." 

 "OH MY . . . " Was all Robert Fraser could say. But, Fraser felt this
kiss all the way to the tip of his cock because Ray's tongue was deep
within him and the man wasn't stopping there because his other hand was
cupping his butt. Realizing that his father was in the room, Fraser then
pulled away from the kiss, nearly knocking Ray over. 

 "What?" Ray almost fell backwards but Fraser caught him saying. "I'm
sorry." But, Ray was bewildered and asked. "What's the matter? Don't you
like it?" 

 "Oh . . . I like it just fine, Ray. In fact I like it a bit too much but
I think that we really need to think about this, Ray." 

 "No!" Robert Fraser grunted in despair and Ray felt pretty much the same
way because he muttered. "Talk? . . .I'm kissing ya and you wanna talk? I
don't get this, Fraser?" Turning away and Ray stepped away from the
Mountie but Fraser reached for him and said. "I didn't mean it that way.
Please . . . I didn't mean for you to stop." 

 And, Ray turned to look at him because he didn't quite understand.
Stepping back up to the Mountie and Ray just grabbed him and started
kissing him again. Fraser looked around to make sure that his father at
least had the decency to leave and when he didn't see him, Fraser then
returned the kisses, kissing Ray with as much gusto as the man was kissing
him. Then Ray pulled Fraser down to the floor, never breaking their
lip-hold as the two first went down on their knees and then Ray was
climbing on top of him. The kisses were intense, smoldering hot like two
teen-age kids kissing for the first time, trying to get as much from each
other as they possibly could. And, Ray didn't know just what made Fraser
taste so incredibly good but the man just did and Ray wanted more then
just kisses now. He wanted to touch the Mountie and he wanted to be
touched and in fact he wanted to feel Fraser's tongue across the tip of
his cock and moaning out loud Ray then reached for Fraser's zipper. And,
that's when the Mountie bolted, jerking up and then pushing Ray off him.
Both men were trying to catch their breaths and Ray asked. "And, now
what?!" 

 "Ray? . . I'm sorry but . . . but . . . " 

 And, Robert Fraser only shook his head and then muttered. "What is wrong
with you?" 

 Wiping at his brow, Fraser first glared at his father and then looked to
Ray and said. "I can't do this. It's too sudden. We haven't even talked
about this . . . I should leave." 

 At first Ray only stared at Fraser and then he fell back to the floor and
draped a hand across his eyes as if to block out the rejection. Ray then
mumbled. "Why are you doing this to me? Why do you let me kiss you and
then you . . . you . . . Aw fuck it! Just do us both a favor and leave,
Fraser . . . Leave now before I blow up at ya!" Ray growled. 

 And, realizing that Ray was really angry with him, Fraser decided that
maybe it was best if he left. Then as he got up off the floor and Fraser
then smoothed down the tuxedo. Looking at the detective who was still on
the floor shielding his eyes and Fraser murmured. "I'm really sorry, Ray.
I need time to think about this." And, as frustrated and tipsy as Ray was,
he jumped up, off the floor then stormed to his bedroom slamming the door
behind him. 

 And, Fraser saw that this was the end of the discussion so he then left. 

 Laying on the bed and staring at the ceiling and Ray wondered just why he
had set his stupid heart on his partner when he knew perfectly well that
the man was unattainable. The Mountie had a record with striking out with
women so what made Ray think that he could do any better then any of them,
Ray told himself. This was the second time that Fraser had rejected him
and Ray was getting very tired of this. Turning to his side and Ray then
growled. "Well, so much for releasing this load."  Walking down the
sidewalk in the cold air and Fraser wrapped the coat that he was wearing a
little tighter around himself. He then looked up when he heard someone
say. "What in the world is wrong with you?" And, when Fraser saw that his
father was walking beside him, he then turned away. 

 "Benton Fraser, what has come over you?" 

 Stopping to face his father and Fraser growled. "Would you please leave
me alone so that I can think?!" 

 "No. I think that you spend too much time thinking as it is, son which is
why you're alone tonight yet one more time." Throwing his hands in the air
and Fraser then stalked off again. "Benton? . . .Benton, that yank is
probably the only opportunity that you will ever have with a mate, son and
you had better give this matter some serious consideration." 

 Again, Fraser stopped in his tracks and turned to face the elder Mountie
who was following him. Fraser then growled. "Have you come totally
unhinged?! And, my private life is none of your concern so could you
please leave it alone!" But before he could march off again, Robert Fraser
asked. "Could you at least tell me why you won't sleep with the man? You
were willing to throw caution to the wind on the Wallflower but yet you
don't want to lend your own partner a helping . . . " 

 "Stop! Stop, right there because that is enough!" Fraser was horrified
that he was having a sexual conversation with his father right in public
and the man didn't even seem to care or notice. Taking a step closer to
his father and Fraser muttered. "Have you no shame?! Are you insane?! You
know very well that I can't sleep with him!? Ray is drunk and he only
wants to sleep with me because he needs relief and I am not relief! I have
feelings too! Did you once hear Ray say that he loved me? Did you hear him
say that he even cared about me? No! No!. . .He needs relief, a one night
stand and I don't think that I can do something like that!" Fraser
growled. 

 And, Robert Fraser was stunned. He then muttered. "You want love? You
want him to tell you that he loves you before you can mount the man!?
Benton! . . .The man doesn't have to love you! He already protects you
with his life day in and day out and you want . . . OH. MY. HEAVEN'S! You
are in love with the yank! YES! . . What was I thinking?!" And, Fraser
turned away and said nothing but Robert wouldn't let it rest. He wanted to
hear it from his son. "Benton Fraser, you are in love with the yank and
don't you deny it!" 

 Staring at the street and Fraser could already feel the tears pooling in
his eyes. Then looking at his father he nodded and said. "I've been in
love with Ray for several months now. And, he asking me for sex just
because he needs relief only makes matters worse because as desperately as
I want him, I don't want him in those terms. I want him to be in love with
me! I want him to make love to me because he is in love with me and not
because the man is drunk and I am a quick fix!" 

 Shaking his head and Robert Fraser said. "I think that maybe you are
asking too much of the yank, Benton. You do know that you're being
selfish, because the man does care a lot for you and the yank really needs
you more then you could possibly need him son." 

 Staring at his father and Fraser then shook his head sadly and said. "You
are mistaken because I need Ray more then he needs me."  Two more drinks
and Ray was snoring loudly on the couch still dressed in his tuxedo.  The
persistent knocking on the door woke Ray up and when he opened his eyes,
the sun hit him right smack in the face and immediately he had a headache.
With both hands he covered his face but the knocking at the door only made
his headache worse. "Stop! Okay! . ..Wait! Hold on!" he yelled and
immediately regretted it once the pounding in his head started. Opening
the door and Ray then saw Fraser already dressed in his uniform and Ray
groaned. 

 "Ray? Good morning." With hands clasped behind his back and Stetson
sitting securely on his head, Fraser then asked. "May I come in?" 

 "Um, now is not a good time, Fraser cause I was kinda busy working on . .
. working on a case. Why don't ya go to work and I'll call you later,
okay?" Ray started to close the door but Fraser put a hand out and stopped
him. "Ray." And, Ray looked to the hand holding the door then to the grays
that were fixed on him. "Ray, we need to talk. I need to explain something
to you." 

 Shaking his head and Ray then reached for Fraser's hand and pushed it
away. He then mumbled. "Look. I have the mother of all hangovers so right
now is not a good time. We'll talk later, okay, buddy? I'm just not in a
good mood right now." 

 "Well, you're just in luck because I just happen to know a good cure for
a hangover, Ray. May I please come in?" 

 "No . . .Now is not a good time so please leave! As you can see I'm still
in last nights clothes and I don't need the company, okay? We'll talk
later. .. Much, much later, we'll talk." And, Ray shut the door leaving
Fraser standing in the hallway. After a few seconds and Ray then heard
Fraser's boots as the Mountie walked away and now Ray felt like an ass.
But, then he thought, "Well, hell, he deserves it for leaving me hanging
last night. What kinda person would push you away right after he got you
all hot and bothered? He knew that I was hurting and . . . OWEEE! . . .I
need something for this fucking headache!" And Ray then made his way to
his bedroom.  "Good morning Francesca and could you please tell me where
to find, Ray?" 

 Looking up from her paperwork and Frannie shook her head and said. "Ray
called in sick so he won't be coming in today. Did you need something,
Fraser?" Frowning at the response and Fraser then said that he didn't need
anything else and left.  Hurrying back to Ray's apartment and Fraser
knocked. He waited and when Ray didn't answer, he knocked louder and
called. "Ray?! Ray, I know you're in there. I saw your car parked up
front! Ray! Ray! . . .Ray! Ray, I'm not leaving until you open the door!
Ray!? . . .Ray!?" 

 The door flew open and Ray reached out, grabbed Fraser and yanked him in.
He then growled. "Did ya leave your brain in yer hat? What's the matter
with you? Whadda you want!" 

 Staring at him and Fraser said. "We need to talk." 

 "Talk?!" Ray glared at him and then turned away and stormed his way to
the kitchen. He had already showered and was dressed in jeans only because
Fraser hadn't given him time to put anything else on but now he needed
coffee. Spooning the instant coffee into his cup and Ray then ran the
water until it was hot and then filled his cup till it almost spilled.
Taking a sip of coffee, he then shouted. "I HAVE NOTHING TA TALK ABOUT!" 

 "What?!" And, Fraser was in the kitchen now and staring at him. He then
said. "Ray! You and I kissed and we nearly had sex and now you say that we
have nothing to talk about?!" 

 Turning away from the angry grays and Ray mumbled. "Oh, don't make a big
deal out of a kiss, Fraser. It was nothing. . . I was drunk." 

 And, Ray's statement really stunned the Mountie. He then muttered. " Are
you telling me that what we did meant absolutely nothing to you?! Are you
saying that you used me!? ." 

 "Stop! Just stop right there cause yer only gonna piss me off if you keep
at it! I'm really not in the mood to talk Fraser, so could we drop this?!"


 The two stared at each other and then Fraser muttered. "Fine . . . So
what do you propose that we do now?" 

 "I propose that we do nothing and just drop this, Fraser. And, besides,
why aren't you at work?" 

 "Because it's my day off and why aren't you at work?" 

 Turning away and Ray muttered. "Cause I'm sick, okay? Are we through
now?" And, Ray now headed to the couch and Fraser followed. Looking up to
the Mountie and Ray asked. "Fraser? Whadda you want?" 

 "What I want is irrelevant, Ray but I have to ask you something that is
important, well at least, it's important to me." 

 But since Ray still had a headache, he didn't understand so he asked.
"What are you talking about?" 

 "Were you going to have sex with me because you cared or simply because
you needed a one-night-stand?" 

 The cup of coffee slipped out of Ray's hand almost at the same time that
his mouth dropped open. And once Ray got over his initial shock, he
snarled. "You sonuvabitch! How can you ask me that?!" And, very calmly,
Fraser said. "Well, you refuse to talk and you refuse to answer any of my
questions so I have to assume that you needed me only for that purpose,
Ray." 

 "Enough! That's enough, Fraser! But, if you wanna be this way then let me
remind you that you weren't exactly pulling away from me when I was
kissing ya!. . Only when I tried to get into yer pants then you decided
that you didn't want to give at the office but why the hell did you go
along with me only to push me away, later!? You knew what I wanted and you
were all for it until you decided to be moralistic. My, god, but aren't
you human?! I mean, I know that you come from the freaking north pole and
you're probably all frozen inside like Miss Queen Popsicle Thatcher but
I'm not!. . . I have feelings and you just stepped all . . . Shit! . . ."
Ray growled and then he added. "Why can't you just leave?" 

 And, now Fraser was really upset and muttered." First of all, I am not
from the North Pole Ray. I am from the Northwest Territories and I am not
as frozen as you think that I am because I have needs also. I have sexual
needs and desires just like you do Ray and . . . " 

 "Oh? Really?" Ray cut him off and then said. "Well. Gee. . . . I thank
you for sharing this bit of information with me, Fraser because now I feel
one-hundred percent better . . . Damn you! If you have needs then why the
hell did you push me away for? I had needs too and I was more then willing
to share them with you last night but then you decided that you didn't
want me and then you just let me to fend for myself! Dammit! You know
what? . . .Why don't you and I just chuck this off to a date gone bad,
okay? Let's just forget this whole shit ever happened because I'm more
then willing to do that!?" 

 But, Fraser was too upset to respond. He just glared at his partner. 

 "Fraser, don't fucking stare at me like that!" Ray snapped at him. 

 And, Fraser growled. "If all you wanted from me was sex then you
should've said so in the first place and saved yourself all that money
that you spent on me, Ray." 

 "What!?" Ray was stunned with what Fraser had said. 

 "Nothing." And, Fraser immediately regretted what he had said becase he
had said it out of anger. He then turned away to leave but reaching out,
Ray grabbed him and said. "Not so fast! What the fuck did you mean by
that? Are you implying that I was trying ta buy sex from you is that what
yer saying!? " And, Fraser didn't respond. Ray then growled. "I asked ya
out on a date, Fraser because I cared! . . .And, our date had no
stipulations attached to it cause I wasn't doing it to get you to sleep
with me! I hoped that you would do that on yer own when we were hot and
bothered but then you pushed me away not once but twice and . . . and . .
. Dammit! Why don't you just get the hell outta here before I really get
pissed, Fraser?!" 

 The two men glared at each other until Fraser turned and left.  That
evening Fraser was still trying to finish his paperwork but he was having
a hard time concentrating after the argument with Ray. And, to make
matters worse, he heard Turnbull running from room to room and the noise
was distracting him even more. He then called out to the Mountie.
"Constable Turnbull could you come in here for a minute?" 

 Peeking into office and Turnbull asked. "Yes?" 

 "What is going on? Are we having visitors this evening? Will you please
come in?" Slowly, Turnbull rounded the door and stepped in and that's when
Fraser noticed that the Mountie was out of uniform and in a beautiful blue
suit. "Constable Turnbull, do you have a date?" 

 Pursing his lips and Turnbull then looked away and said. "I'll be more
quiet if I'm bothering you, Sir." 

 "That's fine but, you didn't answer my question, Constable. What is going
on?" Clutching his hands behind his back and Turnbull then mumbled. "Sir.
If I tell you then, you are going to be angry with me." 

 Setting his pen down and Fraser stared at him. He then said. "If you
don't tell me, Constable Turnbull then I will do likewise." 

 "Oh." Still not being able to maintain eye contact and Turnbull said.
"Sir . . . I um . . . I have a date with . . . with . . . I have a date
with your partner, Detective Vecchio . . . Your Detective Vecchio, Sir." 

 And, the information really shocked Fraser. He then muttered. "You have
a. . . . a date . . . with . . . with, Ray? Do you mean Detective Raymond
Vecchio, our Detective Ray Vecchio?" 

 "Yes." Turnbull mumbled softly and then glanced at the clock above
Fraser's head before he looked to his superior and said. "But, he made me
promise not to tell you, Sir. And, don't worry because I already finished
my assignment which is why I was running to get everything in their proper
place before I leave. Unless . . . Unless you had something else that I
needed to do? " And, again, Turnbull glanced up at the clock and then back
at Fraser. 

 Feeling as if he were suffocating and Fraser then muttered. "And at what
time is Ray going to . . . " And just then he heard the familiar honking
up front and Turnbull blushed and said. "He's here now." 

 "Oh?" Fraser could feel his body shaking, his hands trembling as he
placed them on the desk to steady them but he really was shaken up with
the news. He noticed that Turnbull was anxious to leave so clearing his
throat and hoping that his voice didn't waver and, Fraser said. "You may
leave Constable." And, without a moment hesitation, Turnbull was out the
office and practically running down the hallway. Fraser heard the front
door slam and he got up and looked out of the window to see if Turnbull
was really going with Ray. And, sure enough there was Ray wearing a black
suit and holding the door open for Turnbull. Once Turnbull was in, Ray
then ran around the car and hopped in and then drove off. Fraser was
stunned, so stunned that he nearly tripped over the wolf. Looking down at
him and Fraser asked. "Why would Ray do this? He knows how I feel about
him, doesn't he, Dief? Why is the man trying to hurt me?" 

 The wolf barked. 

 Turning away and Fraser then hurried to the closet and called out. "Dad?
I need to talk to you." 

 Sitting on Fraser's desk and Robert Fraser asked. "What's wrong?" But, he
knew what had happened already. 

 Fraser was now pacing and with his thumb he kept rubbing his eyebrow
because he didn't know where to begin so Robert begin for him. "Benton I
know that the yank took Constable Turnbull out but you really have nothing
to . . . " 

 Stopping in his tracks and Fraser said. "But, what if they sleep with
each other? What if Ray sleeps with him?!" 

 Shaking his head and Robert Fraser said. "I don't think that the yank
will do that, son. He's only doing this because he feeling a little . . .
" 

 "No. I disagree with you. You don't know just how hurt Ray was when I
turned him down. He's looking for comfort and he's going to find it in
Turnbull because Turnbull is a very understanding man while Ray considers
me cold! He said that I was cold and that's why he asked Turnbull out!
What am I going to do?" 

 "Benton. I really don't think that you have anything to worry about, son.
I'm sure that once the yank comes to his senses, he'll find out that you
are the one for him." 

 Shaking his head and Fraser then looked out of the window and the man was
so distraught that he didn't even feel the tears rolling down his cheeks
but Robert Fraser saw them and quietly he shook his head.  Working was
impossible for Fraser as he sat behind the desk and glancing up at the
clock every once in a while and Fraser noticed that it was nearly two in
the morning which is why he couldn't concentrate on anything. His body was
tired and his brain was drained because he just couldn't seem to think
about anything but Ray with Turnbull and how the two were having wonderful
time exploring each others body. Getting up to look outside at the
deserted street again and that's when Fraser saw the GTO pull up into the
curb. The lights to the car were then turned off and then the door to the
driver's side flew open and out spilled Ray and the detective was
laughing. Making his way around the car, and Ray then opened the
passengers' door and reaching in, he pulled Turnbull out of the car and
the man went toppling into Ray's arms. They were both laughing now as Ray
held Turnbull. Then Turnbull reached around and swatted Ray on the butt
and the Mountie then hightailed it to the other side of the car. Ray
shrieked at first and Turnbull shushed him but then Ray broke out laughing
and chased after Turnbull both running around the car. Both men were
giggling as Ray chased him and finally Ray caught Turnbull and then
flipped the Mountie around and swatted Turnbull on the butt so hard that
Fraser heard the loud smack. Then when Ray turned to run, he tripped and
Turnbull reached for him and the two went tumbling to the ground with
Turnbull landing on top of Ray. The two cracked up laughing again and then
Fraser noticed that Ray got up and offered Turnbull a hand. Taking the
hand offered him, Turnbull then got up but instead of releasing Ray,
Turnbull pulled the detective in. And, bumping into Turnbull, Ray then
looked at him for a minute or two and then wrapped an arm around the young
Canadian's waist. Turnbull blushed and asked. "Ray?" And, gazing into the
Mountie's eyes which were only a couple of inches from his and Ray
murmured. "Yeh?" But, Turnbull didn't respond. Instead he only moved in
and pressed his lips to Ray's. Stepping in and Ray murmured, "Oh, Yeh."
And then wrapping both arms around Turnbull, Ray pulled him in to deepened
the kiss. Turnbull responded by wrapping his arms around Ray's neck and
pulled the man in. And, Fraser wanted to turn away, wanted to head outside
and knock Ray's head off but he was frozen to his spot, unable to move and
the only thing that he could do was to watch. 

 Ray then pushed Turnbull up against the GTO and even rocked himself into
the Mountie as they kissed. Cupping Ray's butt and shifting so that their
hardons could touch and Turnbull misjudged the car and both of them went
crashing into the front seat. Again they laughed but then Ray caught
Turnbull in another kiss as he made his way on top of Turnbull and that's
when Fraser balled his fist and clenched his teeth and decided that he was
going to put a stop to this. At this point Ray looked up to Fraser's
office and thought that he saw a shadow at the window but whatever it was
had suddenly disappeared. 

 Fraser was now heading for the door, and then stopped dead in his tracks
when Robert Fraser said. "Don't." Whirling around to face his father and
Fraser growled. "And, why the hell not! . . .There is a law against sexual
activity in public and . . ." 

 "And, you are too upset and jealous to confront the yank right now son
so, leave it alone. You really need to calm down, Benton." Robert Fraser
told his son. And, Fraser suddenly felt like punching a hole through the
wall because he was indeed furious. He then heard the front door and
realized that Turnbull was coming in so quickly he stepped back into his
office and waited. Once the footsteps neared his door, Fraser peeked out
and asked. "Turnbull? Is that you?" 

 Carrying his boots in his hands and Turnbull turned to look at Fraser and
sheepishly he said. "I'm sorry if I woke you, Sir . . . I-I had no idea
that I was making so much noise." And, Fraser noticed that Turnbull was
not wearing his uniform because the man was in Ray's clothes. "Turnbull?
Where are your clothes? Why are you wearing, Detective Vecchio's shirt . .
. and pant?" 

 Looking down to the really tight jeans and the large tee shirt and
Turnbull then looked up to Fraser and said. "We, um . . . We had a little
accident and Ray insisted on dropping my uniform off at the cleaners so I
had to wear his clothes." 

 "Ah. And, just how gallant of Ray to do that for you . . . And, just what
did you spill on your suit?" Fraser asked. 

 "Well. Actually." Turnbull murmured and then he said. "We were drinking
wine and . . . Detective Vecchio knocked my glass over when we were, um .
. . having dinner." "And, how was dessert, if I may ask?" Fraser waited. 

 Turnbull then blushed and tried to look away. He then looked at his
commanding officer and said. "Dessert was, um fine. May . . . May I be
excused?" 

 Fraser nodded and Turnbull hurried away.  Waiting as his partner climbed
into the front seat then Ray looked at Fraser, smiled and said. "How's it
going? Looks like its gonna be a great day, huh? Let's get started." Ray
donned his sunglasses and then turned on the car not waiting for a
response. But, Fraser noticed just how chipper his partner was this
morning and he said. "A good morning to you too, Ray." Glancing over at
his solemn partner and Ray said. "We've got to meet with a snitch over at
Broadway this morning so that is where we're headed to right now. Ya got
your nose and tongue ready ta go, Fraser, buddy!?" 

 But at the moment the only thing going inside of the Canadian was anger 

 "Fraser? Are you okay? Yer pretty quiet this morning." 

 Running a thumbnail across his eyebrow and that's when Fraser realized
that his hands were trembling. Pursing his lips and Fraser turned away,
too afraid to say anything because then he would let on that he was angry.


 Now, Ray turned to look at him and then he asked. "Fraser? What's going
on in that chocolate-covered head of yours? Are you all right? Did the
pussy cat catch yer . . . " 

 "No!" The Mountie growled unable to contain his anger any longer and it
stunned Ray because Fraser wasn't a hostile man especially not this early
in the morning. "No, I am not all right, Ray! How dare you flaunt your
relationship right in front of my face!" The Mountie was so upset that he
couldn't even look at Ray. 

 And the accusation really floored Ray which made him guide the car to the
shoulder of the street where he parked. Putting the car in park and Ray
then turned to his partner and asked. "What? Were you spying on me?" 

 Glaring at his partner and Fraser snapped. " No. I do not make it a habit
of spying on you Ray, but when you show up on my doorstep at the wee hours
of the morning laughing your head off then it most certainly calls for my
attention! . .And . . . Constable Turnbull had no business coming to the
Consulate at that hour! He should've gone home to his apartment instead
because it was late and he had no duties that needed to be finished!" 

 "Oh my, god, but yer angry?! . . .Yer mad at Turnbull and me cause the
two of us went out!? . .. You turn me down and then you sit here and try
ta tell me how to run my life, which I was doing very well, thank you, and
now yer angry at me?! I just don't get it, Fraser?" 

 And, the Mountie's face was red with both embarrassment and anger as he
glared at Ray but the man said nothing.. 

 "Okay? First you make accusations and now yer not talking to me? What the
hell is going on, Fraser? Didn't you tell me ya weren't sure about me?
Weren't you the one who rejected me? And, then I take, Ren, out for dinner
and yer angry with me? I just don't get this, Fraser!?" 

 "Ren?!" Fraser gasped and then he snapped, "I didn't say that I wasn't
sure about my feelings concerning you, Ray! In fact I think that it's the
other way around! I think that you don't know what you want!" 

 At first Ray was stunned and then he said, "What!? What do you mean that
I don't know what I want? And, just where the hell did you come out with
that conclusion? Yer the one with all of the logical explanations so why
don't you just hit me with one, Fraser." 

 "You want a logical explanation?" Fraser actually growled. 

 "Yeh!" Ray barked. 

 "Fine! You should've told me that all you wanted from me was sex! Just
maybe I would've understood but instead you refuse to talk to me and then
because I didn't give you what you wanted so then you took out the one
person that you could actually take advantage of because you knew that
Turnbull would delive . . . " 

 <SLAP>. 

 And, Ray couldn't help himself when he slapped Fraser. He just couldn't
stop himself from doing it and now it was too late because he had done it.
Struggling to control his breathing and Ray then muttered. "Look. I'm
sorry that I slapped ya but you just pushed me a bit too far and I
couldn't help it. But, what yer saying isn't true. I wasn't gonna use you
for sex . . . That's a bunch of crock . . . I don't know where yer getting
yer information from, Fraser, but it's all bull . . . And, besides, I
didn't sleep with Turnbull. I wouldn't do that to him . . . and,
especially not to you. I don't know just what is going on in that
chocolate brown colored head of yers but you have it all wrong, Fraser.
You have me all wrong." 

 His cheek blazed with the red hand print but Fraser didn't touch it even
if it stung. His pride just wouldn't allow it and besides he really
deserved it, he thought to himself. Turning to look at his partner and
Fraser asked. "You . . . You didn't have sex with Turnbull?" 

 Looking at Fraser and Ray shook his head and then murmured. "I didn't
have sex with Turnbull." 

 The two were quiet now and, when neither one spoke Ray then started the
car and drove off. 

 "Where are we headed to?" Fraser asked. 

 "To my apartment cause we really need ta talk." And after that, Ray
called in to report that he would be coming in late because he was
following up on a lead.  Both stepped out of the car and then Fraser
followed Ray up the stairs and to his apartment. After locking the door
behind them, Ray then gestured for Fraser to take a seat on the couch and
then Ray joined him. Then looking up to his partner and Ray asked. "Are
you angry with me because you think that I used you or are you angry with
me because I dated Turnbull?" 

 Fraser stared at his partner and then shook his head. Removing his
Stetson and setting it beside him, Fraser then looked, Ray in the eyes and
said. "I'm not as angry with you as I am with myself, Ray." 

 "Huh?" 

 Wetting his lips and Fraser then said. "I should have told you sooner but
. . . but I just couldn't and when you came onto me last night . . . Well
. . . The reason that I turned you away wasn't because I didn't want you,
Ray . . . I turned you away because I wanted you way too much." And, the
detective frowned because he had no idea as to what his partner was
talking about. "Fraser?" 

 "I know that I'm not making any sense but what I'm about to say should
explain everything . . . I'm very much in love with you, Ray and that's
why I turned you down." 

 And, Ray's mouth dropped open. 

 "Yes . . . and, I've been in love with you for a few months now. Which is
why I was offended that you only wanted sex from me and that's all that
you wanted." 

 "Fraser!" 

 "Ray. Please. Let me finish. None of that is important any more and now I
know that I was expecting way too much from you, but . . . But, I didn't
expect you to turn to Constable Turnbull and . . . and . . . That really
hurt, Ray. I am jealous and I won't deny that but . . . I didn't expect
this coming from you." 

 Ray then got up from the couch and paced around the coffee table and then
back. He then sat back down and gazed into the grays watching him. He then
said. "Fraser . . . I'm sorry but I had no idea and I only wish that you
had at least told me. The only reason that I forced myself on you the
other night is cause I've been wanting you for a long time now and . . .
Oh, don't look so shocked! . . And, yer wrong when you say that I was
gonna use you for a one-night stand, cause I wasn't! I wanted more from
you, but I thought that if you gave me only this one time well, then I
would be content. And, the only reason that I took Turnbull out is cause I
wanted to make you jealous." 

 Sitting there with his mouth open and Fraser just didn't know what to
say. Ray then blushed when he said. "To tell you the truth, I've been
having wet dreams about you, and you know. The sexual kinda dreams." 

 And still Fraser sat with his mouth wide open. Ray chuckled and then
reached over and with his index finger pushed Fraser's chin up to close
his mouth and said. "Don't look so shocked." 

 "But . . . But, what about Attorney Kowalski and . . . and, I saw you
kissing Turnbull and . . . " 

 Shaking his head and Ray smiled and said. "Stell is water under the
bridge, Fraser. And, as for kissing Turnbull . . . well, that was the only
way to get a reaction outta you cause I knew that you were watching . . .
I saw you when I parked." 

 "Ray? You did this to get my attention!? . . .Why didn't you tell me?!
Why did you keep this for so long?!" 

 'Well, I would say the same reason that you did, Fraser. I was scared. I
didn't want you to turn me away. I was afraid of rejection. And . . . You
had already rejected me. Twice." 

 The two now stared at each other. 

 And, then Fraser said. "I'm sorry but . . . I had misgivings and I was
wrong . . . The other night? You really wanted to sleep with me?" 

 "Oh, you bet that I did. You looked delicious in that tux, especially
when you came back the second time around, all sweaty and yer hair was
tangled and yer face was flushed. I wondered if that's what you would look
like after . . . after . . . " 

 "I would look like after having sex?" 

 "Yeh." Ray mumbled and then blushed. 

 Thinking about what was said, and Fraser then asked. "Could we start all
over again?" 

 "Whadda ya mean?" Ray asked. 

 "Well. Would you like to have dinner with me tonight, after work?" 

 "Tonight? What's wrong with right now?" Ray asked and he saw Fraser
color. "I guess that's a bit too soon, huh?" Ray mumbled and he blushed
also. 

 "No. . . . No. It's not too soon, it's just that . . . that . . . " 

 "Yer not ready, right? Fraser. Look. It's not like we're exactly green
and we are two consenting adults and . . . " 

 'Ray. No." Shaking his head and Fraser said. "It's not that I don't want
to . . . It's just that I got a call from the Consulate earlier and was
told to report because we have dignitaries from Japan coming in this
morning which doesn't give me much time as of now because we've used up
all of our time arguing. Now . . . How does dinner sound?" 

 Ray smiled and said. "Sounds great to me. I'll pick you up at six." 

 "You had better make that seven, Ray so that . . . " 

 "Six-thirty and that's my final offer." 

 "You are in a hurry!" 

 "You bet!" 

 "Well, then six-thirty sounds fine." 

 "Greatness!" And, the two men smiled.	There was no goodbye,
see-you-later-kiss because Ray thought that if they kissed then they would
probably end up on the floor again so he decided to save that for later
tonight.  The Mountie made sure to finish by five and shower, shave and
dress before six to get ready for his date. This time it was only casual
as Ray had instructed him, saying. "Just jeans and a shirt, Fraser and
nothing fancy cause we're picking up something quick and then we're
heading to my apartment, A. S. A. P!" And, Fraser knew pretty much why Ray
wanted to get there fast and this time, he was all for that.  Once in the
apartment, just right after their hasty spaghetti dinner and Ray quickly
locked the door behind them. He then asked Fraser if he wanted a drink and
when the Mountie said no, Ray then skipped right to the main course,
taking Fraser's hand and said. "Forgive me but I think that we know each
other well enough ta skip some of this and get down to the kissing." And,
wrapping an arm around Fraser's waist, Ray pulled the Mountie in and
plastered his lips to Fraser's. Stepping in close and Fraser returned the
kisses with as much fervor. The smacking of lips was the only sound in the
room right now as they kissed pretty intensely. Fraser held on tight to
Ray with both arms wrapped around the man's waist and basked in the
detective's taste. Tongues experimented, licked, and probed both men
trying to get as much of the other as they possibly could and when kisses
just weren't enough, Ray then tore his lips off Fraser's and in a raspy,
hoarse voice murmured. "I want more then this, Fraser. I want more of
you." Gazing into the hungry blues, Fraser nodded, saying, "Just lead the
way, Ray." And, that brought a smile to Ray's lips, a flirtatious smile
that was full of promises and desire followed by a very deep sigh. 

 Taking hold of Fraser's hand and Ray then led the way to the bedroom.
Stepping up to the bed, and Ray then proceeded to pull the sheets off the
bed, dropping them on the floor and then turning to the Mountie, he then
gazed into the grays and muttered. "I've waited a long time for this."
Reaching up and Ray then started unbuttoning Fraser's shirt as Fraser
watched. Once Ray unbuttoned the shirt, he then pushed if back and off
Fraser's shoulders and then planted his lips to the Mountie's shoulder
where he sucked gently. Shutting his eyes and Fraser dropped his head back
and moaned softly as Ray suckled on him. Ray then licked his way down from
the shoulder to Fraser's nipple, catching the stub between his teeth where
he nipped on it gently and that brought deeper, moans from Fraser which
seem to be coming from deep within the man's throat. Releasing the nipple
and Ray then ran the flat of his tongue down Fraser's body from the man's
muscled abs to Fraser's belly button where he stopped to dip his tongue
into it. 

 The Mountie was now lost in the lovemaking and he groaned with desire
when he buried his fingers into Ray's soft blond hair being careful not to
hurt the man. Looking down and Fraser noticed that Ray was on his knees
now and pressing his face into his crotch searching for the Mountie's
hardon and, Ray didn't have to search for long because Fraser was nursing
a really hard cock. Ray moaned when he felt just how hard Fraser was and
then he sunk his teeth catching hold of a mouthful of Mountie jeans and
hard cock which made Fraser winch, jerk and then moan, his fingers digging
even deeper into Ray's hair but not enough to cause damage. Looking up to
the Mountie and Ray murmured. "You are ready, aren't you? Well. You'll
love what's coming up next." And, Ray climbed up Fraser's body until they
were eyes to eye again. Ray then asked. "Is there something in particular
that you like? " 

 The Mountie blushed and Ray just loved it, knowing that the Mountie
wasn't about to tell him and Ray asked "Fraser? . . .Why don't you just
show me just how much you want me, Fraser? I'm all ready for that." 

 And, Fraser didn't have to be told twice because he grabbed Ray and
started kissing him again, but this time he pulled Ray to where both of
them toppled into the bed. Fraser then mounted Ray and then his mouth was
all over Ray's body. Sucking on Ray's lips, and chin and then the man's
neck as Ray's hands caressed Fraser's back. And, then Fraser unbuttoned
Ray's shirt and Ray helped him and dipping down, Fraser took hold of Ray's
nipple where gently he licked, stroking it gently and then he sucked.
Arching his body up and Ray moaned wanting to feel more of the Mounties
against him and then Ray growled. "Take yer pants off, Fraser." But, the
Mountie was too absorbed with the feel and taste of Ray's skin on his
tongue to pay attention to what Ray had said and now his tongue traced a
wet path to Ray's navel. "God." Ray mumbled under his breath when he felt
Fraser's tongue dip into his belly button and then the man licked him
again and Ray arched up again and growled. "Fraser . . . Yer pants . . .
take 'em off. . Please! . .. God . . . please . . . " And, Ray then felt
kisses being laid across his abdomen so reaching down, Ray unbuckled his
pants and then unzipped and as he did, he heard Fraser mutter. "Ray? . .
.I've never had sex with a man before." 

 "Yeh . . . I gather that I'll be yer first." Ray murmured. 

 "Have you been with a man?" 

 "No." Ray moaned and then he whispered. "You'll be my first and . . .
and, I can hardly wait." Once that was said, Fraser then inched up and
reached for Ray's pants and along with the boxers, he pulled them down
exposing Ray's huge hardon. Looking up to his partner and Fraser realized
that Ray was watching him, with blue eyes at half-mast and almost begging
for Fraser to go on and then Fraser smiled at him. Reaching over, and
Fraser took hold of Ray's hardon which was hot to the touch, hard and
moist at the tip and when he did, Ray drew in a deep breath, held it for a
couple of seconds and waited to see what Fraser intended to do next. Then
a low, long, moan escaped him when Ray felt the flat of Fraser's tongue
lick across the top of Ray's erection and Ray fell back into the bed as if
suddenly he had been rendered helpless. Maybe it was because he hadn't had
anyone do this to him in ages or maybe it was because Fraser just knew
what he was doing but the only thing that mattered to Ray at this moment
was that it was Fraser giving him a piece of heaven. And, when Fraser's
lips wrapped around his cock and then slid down, taking Ray's cock in, all
the way in, Ray nearly shot forward but his hands clenching two fistfuls
of sheets is what held him down and Ray now really let Fraser know how he
felt when he released a guttural moan that reverberated throughout his
body. And, Fraser licked him, and sucked on him and tasted him over and
over again, taking his time, savoring the detective because he wanted to
familiarize himself with his partner who was now his lover. Clenching and
unclenching his fingers and Ray fought hard not to release his load but
then he couldn't stand it any longer and he muttered. "Fraser? . . .Frase?
. . .Ben? God . . . If you don't stop then I'm gonna cream inside of yer
mouth." 

 And, the Mountie didn't stop, instead he picked up his pace and murmured,
"Let it go, Ray." And the vibration of Fraser's words made Ray moan as he
shut his eyes tight. Clenching both the bed sheets and his teeth, Ray
groaned and then he was creaming the interior of Fraser's mouth, and
moaning. "Oh god . . . oh god. " Ray mumbled over and over again as he
came hard. After several minutes and a lot of panting, Ray then released
the sheets and let his body relax and jerked when he felt Fraser tongue
again, licking him, licking his spent release. Blushing some and Ray then
murmured. "Here. You can spit that out here." And, Ray handed Fraser his
tee shirt. Looking up at Ray, his hair disheveled and his face flushed and
Fraser asked. "Spit what out?" The two stared at each other and Ray then
dropped back into the bed and chuckled. 

 "What's so funny?" Fraser asked Ray as he leaned up on an elbow. 

 "You." Ray muttered as he looked down to his partner again. 

 "Me? Why?" 

 "You swallowed . . . And, just why does that surprise me?" And, Ray
smiled. Fraser smiled in return and said. "Well. You do taste good, so it
wasn't a problem." 

 Sitting up now, Ray then captured Fraser's face between his hands and
then looking into the man's grays and, Ray murmured. "You would say
something wonderful like that." Leaning forward and Ray capture Fraser's
lips in a very hot kiss and tugged at him, pulling the Mountie on top of
him where they resumed kissing. Finally breaking from the kiss and looking
into the sultry grays, Ray said. "You. Are. Fantastic. How could I have
possibly deprived myself of you for so long, Ben? What was I thinking of?
. .. Now . . . Are you ready?" 

 "Ready?" Fraser asked. 

 "Yes . . . Wouldn't you like to know what it feels like ta be in me?'
And, Ray noticed Fraser's eyes not only widened but they lit up as if Ray
had just presented the Mountie with an award or something, which Ray
probably just had. Gazing into the grays and Ray waited for a response.
Blinking a few times to make sure that he had heard correctly and Fraser
then jumped on the offer saying. "I would very much love to be in you,
Ray!" 

 And, Ray smiled and then murmured. "I kinda hope that you would say
that." But then Fraser said. "Ray? I've never done something like . . . " 

 "I know that you've never done this before, Ben and neither have I but I
can assure you that I'm really going to enjoy this." And, what Ray said,
relaxed Fraser and now he smiled and said. "I'm ready, Ray." 

 "Me too." Then reaching to the night stand, and Ray then produced a small
jar of Vaseline that he kept for his hands when they were dry and then
looking to Fraser he asked. "You do know how to use this, right?" 

 Taking the small jar from Ray and Fraser nodded and said. "Yes." 

 "Okay. Then let's use it." The two looked at each other and then Fraser
pounced on Ray and smothered him with kisses.  Intercourse proved to be
incredible according to Fraser and, even Ray, couldn't have agreed more
even though he was in pain. Penetration proved to be a bit rough and
clumsy at first but once they paced themselves and got their momentum
going then everything just fell into place. It was at this time that Ray
discovered the wonderful world of multiple orgasm and Fraser discovered
that he just couldn't get enough of Ray, even though they were at this for
hours. They kissed until their lips were sore and made love until they
were drained of both energy and sperm and now they just laid in each
other's arms unable to even move any more. Both men were exhausted and
they were also snoring loud enough to wake the dead from the cemetery that
was about three blocks away. Ray wasn't sure if he was going to be able to
ever walk again but he didn't care because he had at least three weeks of
sick leave to recuperate. And, Fraser had shot enough sperm into Ray to
father at least ten million kids and his father would've been proud if Ray
had only been capable of putting out a few litters. But, walking nor
children were important to them at this moment. Only the sexual
gratification mattered and they had had plenty of that in just one night
which is why now they were dead to the world in their own cozy little love
nest, cuddled up into each others arms and never mind anyone else. They
didn't hear or see that Robert Fraser had entered the room, looked at
them, smiled and then left without saying a word as morning approached. 
Sifting in his seat and Ray moaned and then growled under his breath.
"Fucking chair is so damn hard! . . .Why don't they put cushions on these
damn things?" Then glancing up, he noticed that Turnbull was making his
way to his desk and the man was all smiles. Once he saw Ray looking at him
and smiling, Turnbull blushed and then stepped up to the detective's desk.
"Hey, Ren what is it that yer doing in this part of the world?" 

 Clutching his hands behind his back and standing erect, almost at
attention but still blushing and Turnbull said. "Detective Vecchio . . . "


 "Ray . . . Call me, Ray, Ren, after all we're friends, aren't we?" 

 Again the man blushed but this time his face was a darker shade of red,
and it almost matched his Serge. Clearing his throat and Turnbull started
again, "Ray? . . .I only came to apologize for my behavior that other
night . . . I think that I had a few too many drinks and I . . . I . . .
took advantage of your kindness and I beg for your forgiveness,
Detective." 

 "Ray." Again, Ray reminded him and smiled. 

 "Ray." And, Turnbull blushed his face going from different shades of red
within seconds. 

 "Hey . . . You don't hafta apologize seeing that I was the one who got
you drunk in the first place. And, besides, I had a fantastic time playing
gin rummy with you. I was never any good at it until you showed me the
errors of my ways. And, I'm sorry that we got a bit carried away and I
dropped my drink on ya . . . Anyway . . . I really enjoyed spending time
with you and . . . yer really a great kisser." Ray whispered 

 Turnbull's face now turned a deep shade of crimson red and he had to look
away because Ray smiling at him made him go weak in the knees. Handing Ray
the clothes he had borrowed and Turnbull then leaned over Ray's desk and
whispered. "I'm glad that you chose me to make Constable Fraser jealous
because I had a fabulous time with you!" 

 "Sh-h-h-h! Don't ever let Fraser hear you say that or he'll skin me,
alive! . .In fact he'll skin me if he catches you even talking to me,
now!" And, as if on cue, Fraser entered the bull pen, saw Turnbull with
Ray, frowned and then proceeded to Ray's desk. 

 "Oh-oh . . . Speaking of the devil." Ray mumbled and Turnbull turned, saw
him then looked at Ray and said. "That's not the devil, Detective. That's
Constable Fraser and I think that I should leave now. Immediately!"
Turning away and Turnbull hurried to leave but Fraser walked up to him and
asked. "Constable Turnbull and what is it that you are doing here?" 

 Looking both nervous and scared and Turnbull said. "I. . .I came to
return Detective Vecchio's clothes, Sir. And, now I'm on my way back to
the Consulate. Was there anything that you needed done at the Consulate,
Sir?" 

 Staring at the nervous Mountie and then looking at Ray and Fraser then
turned back to Turnbull, and smiled and said. "I don't have any orders for
you right now, Constable but you really have to get to the Consulate
because the Inspector will probably need one of us there." 

 "Yes, Sir, right away." And, Turnbull was more then eager to leave
because the one thing he didn't want to do is have Fraser angry with him. 

 Strolling up to Ray's desk and clutching his hands behind his back and
Fraser now looked at his lover. Ray smiled and held up the bag with his
clothes in it and said. "He came to return the clothes that I lend him.
Are you okay? 

 Fraser stared at him and then said. "Well. That depends, Ray." 

 Leaning back into his chair and Ray studied the Canadian and then asked.
"That depends on what, Ben? Are you upset with me?" 

 Watching him and Fraser then shook his head and said. "I'm not upset with
you but I hope that you're not trying to make me jealous again?" 

 Shaking his head and Ray said. "No. There's no way that I wanna make you
jealous, Ben . . . Not ever again cause yer too valuable to me and besides
. . . I'm head-over-heels in love with you. And, I mean that I worship the
ground that you walk on, kinda love!" 

 Both eyes and mouth dropped open and the Mountie just watched his lover
with a shocked look on his face which made Ray chuckle and say. "Oh,
please don't look so shocked! After last night I know that I'll never let
you go! I would hafta be stupid to do something like that and the one
thing that I'm not is stupid! . . .Now . . . Close yer mouth and have a
seat. 

 And, Fraser plopped into the seat in front of Ray's desk still unable to
talk. Ray then asked. "Well? Aren't you gonna say something?" 

 Shutting his mouth and wetting his lips and Fraser said. "Yes. And, Ray,
in the future? Don't attempt to make me jealous." 

 Ray smiled and said. "I won't do it again. 

 "Good. Because, I don't want to have to kick anyone coming between us in
the head!. . .And, besides, I'm not about to let you go and everyone else
that wants you, Ray, well, they can form a line behind me. But, I can
assure you that they are going to have a very, very long wait." And, that
made Ray smile and Fraser smiled too.  Hurrying into his office and Fraser
jumped when he almost bumped into his father. Hand to his chest and Fraser
muttered. "Oh! . . . You scared me." 

 "Well, you really should pay closer attention, son. So. . . . How are
things with you and the yank?" 

 At first Fraser blushed and then he set the files that were in his hands
on his desk, and murmured. "Things are going just fine." 

 "Fine?" 

 Turning to look at the elder Canadian and Fraser then blurted. "All
right. I think that you have an idea as to what happened between Ray and
me and things are going extremely well! . . .Ray won't be able to give you
the grandchildren that you wanted but I can assure you that I gave it my
best, last night and if Ray could, he would be producing a couple of
children right around Christmas time." 

 "So, you succeeded in putting that leg over the yank a few times, didn't
you son? Good man. . Very good. So that explains the foolish grin on your
face that you've been wearing all day long? . . . Benton?. . . How much do
you think one of those operations cost? . . And, how much do you make
here?" 

 With a puzzled look on his face and Fraser stared at this father. He then
asked. "Operation? What are you talking about?" 

 Looking at his son, and Robert Fraser then turned away and mumbled. "You
know what I'm talking about. How would the yank feel about being a woman?"


 Now the young Canadian really stared at his father. He then shook his
head and said. "Have you come unhinged?. . . Do you know how absurd that
sounds? How long have you been dead? Because, I think that your brain
cells have really deteriorated since then." 

 "My brain cells just happen to be in tip-top condition, Benton Fraser and
don't you talk to your father that way! What happened to good etiquette
and manners?!" 

 "Manners? I was only stating a fact!" Fraser muttered. 

 "Are you talking to yerself again?" Ray asked as he leaned against the
doorframe and when Fraser turned to look at him, Ray smiled. 

 Fraser smiled in return and said. "You know Ray? It's impolite to disturb
a man when he's in the process of mulling over things." 

 "Oh? So, what is it that yer mulling over, Fraser? Us? " And, Ray now
sauntered over to the Mountie. 

 "Actually." Fraser watched as Ray stepped up to him and he continued. "I
was having a conversation with my father concerning us." 

 Raising an eyebrow and Ray then looked at him. Then reaching up and Ray
aligned Fraser's lanyard and said. "You know, Ben, when I was a kid, my
grandfather told me that sex rots the brain. I didn't believe him, of
course. Well. I didn't believe him until today that is." Ray then looked
at Fraser and then smiled. 

 Fraser looked at him and then, he too, smiled and said. "I don't think
that's a true statement, Ray." 

 Nodding and Ray then said. "Well, that's what my grandpa told me but
since it's not true, then . . . " And, Ray pulled Fraser into his arms
knowing full well that the Consulate was empty because Thatcher and
Turnbull were on their way to Canada for some kind of Moose conference or
something. 

 The Stetson toppled off and landed on Diefenbaker who yelped and jumped
out of the way. 

 "Ray? Ray, we can't do this here! . . . Ray, my father is watching!"
Fraser muttered. 

 "Well, can you tell 'im ta please leave so that I can get a piece of you?
. . . Hey? What's this hard thing ya got here, Ben?" 

 Looking at his father and then back at Ray and Fraser muttered." That's
my talisman Ray. My good luck charm." 

 "Nah." And, grabbing a handful of cock and, Ray muttered. "I was askng
about this hard thing!" 

 "RAY!" Fraser yipped. 

 And, Ray laughed and then he wrapped his arms around Fraser's neck and
plastered his lips to the Mountie'. 

 Diefenbaker looked at them as lips smacked. And, Robert Fraser watched
also. 

 Then soon a zipper being unzipped was heard over the lip-smacking and
that's when Robert Fraser jumped and hurried to the door and told the
wolf. "You need to get out of here, Diefenbaker, because what they are
about to do, rots the brain! Children these days! They just have no
manners!" And, Robert Fraser quickly led the wolf out of the room before
it got too hot inside. 

End Looking in your window#1 by maria jackson: txnhic@prodigy.net

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