Souvenir var.2    Souvenir var.2 by Courser

 Author's disclaimer: All characters and concepts are property of Alliance
Communications. No infringement is intended, so don't sue me

 Author's notes: This was actually written for Linda, in preparation for
our trip to Stratford. There I read it out loud to all present. I am
suprised that my tongue didn't catch on fire 

  

 Detective Ray Vecchio had finally resolved Exedrin Headache #153 at 1:30
AM. His annoying, new Canadian friend seemed to be making a second career
out of trying his patience. Granted, things always seemed to work out for
the best, but the route was often convoluted and frequently compromised
his sanity. Fraser might be the most annoying man on the planet, but he
was the closest thing Vecchio had to a best friend since high school. The
man's undying devotion to truth, justice and the Canadian way brought out
the big brother in him and Ray's career had taken a decided upturn since
Fraser had begun helping him with his cases. He didn't care to admit to
himself, even in the latest hour of the night, his attraction to the
upright Mountie. 

 But tonight absolutely took the cake. Of all the possible places in the
entire city of Chicago, Fraser had been picked up during a raid on a
leather club. And not just any leather club, oh no, it had to be the
seediest, kinkiest club in town, in the company of the 16 year old
daughter of a diplomat, no less. The scandal potential was enormous, but
when the enraged father arrived to pick up his little darling, Fraser
didn't utter a word in his own defense. He didn't say a word about how
he'd had to chase the little brat all over the city. The guy just took his
lumps and kept his mouth shut. 

 Vecchio sat in blessed silence for a few more moments before taking
Fraser back to his post at the hotel. Mr.Diplomat had taken Miss
Pain-In-The-Ass back in a cab, leaving Fraser to handle the paperwork.
Without even looking, Ray knew that the Mountie placed all the blame on
himself, citing all his imagined deficiencies. Welsh had agreed to let Ray
'preview' the report and make appropriate changes based on his 'direct
observations'. Ray's version maintained that the kid had been dropped off
at the club by a sadistic cabbie and that Fraser had gone in to rescue
her. Close enough for government work. What he would have given for a look
on the straight-arrow Mountie's face when confronted with all that flesh
and sex though. Ah, well, it was probably lost him anyway. 

 What a shame, too. He was dying to see what kind of kink would get a
'rise' out of the oh-so-proper Benton and had even considered taking
Fraser to a couple of the tamer clubs he knew. Clubs that were far from
the 27th and official duty. Benny had become a fixture in his fantasies.
At first, it was threesomes, featuring Fraser, him and the lovely young
thing of the moment. Ray would always take the lead, slowly drawing the
Canadian into the action. Benny sitting stoically as the blonde sucked
him, while Ray slowly fucked her from behind. In his fantasy, his buddy
remained almost expressionless until the very end when they came together,
filling the woman at both ends, Benny's triumphant groans echoing in his
ears. Then he realized that he could get off easily merely by imagining
Fraser jerking off and the women faded into the background. He was a bit
shocked at the revelation, but in the privacy of his own mind, he knew he
was safe. It didn't mean anything. 

 Fraser finished his report and took it into Welsh's office, made his
apologies yet again and turned to leave. Welsh passed a look to Vecchio,
rubbing the side of his nose with a finger. 

 "So Fraser, had enough excitement for one night?" Ray asked as he gave
his boss a short nod of acknowledgement. 

 "Yes, I believe so. I just hope Christina wasn't traumatized by the
events." He answered as they made their way out of the station. 

 "Oh, I don't think you hafta worry too much about that. I hope it scared
the crap outta her." 

 Fraser stopped with his hand on the Riv's door handle, "Now Ray, she's
only 16 years old." 

 "Yeah, 16 goin' on 30. Admit it, she knew more about what was goin' on in
that club than you did." Ray started the car and let it warm up a bit
before putting it in gear. 

 "Well, I have to admit a certain....confusion, at first, but it soon came
clear to me," he shifted around in his seat and patted at the red jacket. 

 "Right. Just when did it 'come clear' to you, Fraser? Huh?" Ray glanced
over at the man squirming around in his seat digging around in his
pockets, "What's wrong? Got ants in your pants?" 

 "No, there's something in my pocket. I don't recall..." Fraser finally
displayed his find, a narrow leather strap, ends stuck through a metal
bead forming a small circle. 

 Ray's eyes nearly bugged out of his head and the Exedrin headache
returned with a vengeance. 

 "Where did you get THAT?" he blurted as he fought to keep the Riv on the
road. 

 Fraser turned the object around in his hands, held it up to the light,
sniffed at it. 

 "Someone at the club must have slipped it in my pocket." 

 "Eewwwww! Do you know what that IS? Where it's BEEN? Uuuugggh!" Ray
rolled down the electric window on Fraser's side. 

 "Why yes, it's a, a, a, marital aid, Ray," looking at the open window,
then at Ray, "when properly applied, it restricts the flow of blood out of
the penis, prolonging...." 

 "Ack! Throw it out! Throw it out! Fraser, that thing's got NOTHIN' to do
with marriage." Ray's delicate sensibilities were screaming at him to get
the vile thing as far away from him as possible. His genitals had no such
sensibilities however and stirred at the sight of the sex toy in his
friend's hand. 
 "Ray, don't be silly, that would be littering. And 'marital aid' is a
euphemism for..." 

 "Cock ring, Fraser, cock ring! It's a USED cock ring! Probably got
disease all over it!" his brain just beginning to process that Fraser knew
what it was and what it was used for. 

 Fraser licked his finger and touched it to the strap, "I don't think so.
There's no lubricant residue on the leather." 

 "Uuuuug! Do NOT do that! You don't know where it's been! Don't tell me
you're thinkin' about keeping it!" 

 The sight of Benny licking his finger sent a fresh rush of blood to his
cock and Ray seriously considered jumping out of the car himself to get
away from the temptation in front of him. This sudden change in his friend
brought all his fantasies to the surface, making him hot and short of
breath. A light sheen of sweat broke out on his forehead. 

 "Well, it's a unique souvenir," Fraser continued to fondle the leather
speculatively with one hand, rolling up the window with the other. 

 "SOUVENIR? Fraser, matchbooks are souvenirs. Ticket stubs are souvenirs.
A cock ring someone slipped into your pocket is NOT a souvenir. It's a, a,
a...well, it's digusting! And, while we're on the subject, where did you
learn about cock rings, huh?" 

 It was also setting in that someone in that club, probably a man, had set
his sights on the handsome Mountie. Jealousy began to burn in the pit of
his stomach. If the joint hadn't been raided, God knows what could have
happened. 

 "Oh, well, uh, 'cock rings' to use your vernacular, were covered in the
illegal drug courses at the academy." 

 Ray could see the Mountie's cheeks coloring in the passing streetlights
as he continued to fondle the strap, changing its diameter by pulling the
ends threaded through the bead. 

 "No kiddin'. But I still think it's disgusting. Please don't tell me your
hangin' on to it." 

 "Do you really, Ray? May I assume, then, that you have no experience with
things of this nature?" Fraser's eyes bored into him, irises washed to
pale gray, seemingly seeing right through him to his most secret desires. 

 Ben looked away then, to his hands and the prize they held and sighed,
"I'd hoped . . . well, never mind . . .," then tucked it back into his
pocket. 

 "No, no, it's just that . . ." Ray sighed, unsure of which question he
was answering. "Well, it's just that it seems so, so . . . I dunno, I just
never had you figured for a kink." 

 "Kink, Ray? I'm not sure I know what you mean by that." Fraser had leaned
back in the seat and was clearly settling in for a long discussion. 

 Ray wasn't sure he could sit still for a debate on human sexuality, but
pulled the Riv to the curb. The way things were going he was going to have
a crash. He felt lightheaded from the blood rushing to his groin and he
needed all his attention to extract himself from this minefield of a
conversation he'd gotten into. 

 "Yeah, Fraser, kink. You know, whips and chains and all that stuff you
saw at that leather club." He had the steering wheel in a death grip
trying to hang on to his sanity. This was the most bizarre conversation
he'd had with Benny yet. 

 "Ah. I'm sorry, I'm just, well, curious, that's all," his thumb came up
and smoothed an eyebrow in a gesture Ray associated with nervousness. 

 Ray closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting a long moment pass. 

 "Ok, Benny, ok," another deep breath, "take it out." 

 Wordlessly, Fraser produced the cock ring and held it out, eyebrows
raised. 

 "Oh no, Benny, it's your 'souvenir'. Now take, uh, your, uh, the, er . .
." 

 He was rewarded with a blank, but rather shocked look. 

 "I thought you wanted this," a wooden nod of the head was his reply,
"Then, ah, open your pants. C'mon, I don't wanna be here all night." 

 Without taking his eyes off his companion, Fraser complied quickly,
unbuckling, unbuttoning and unfastening, until Ray was presented with an
unimpeded view of Benny's semi-hard penis. 

 "Jesus Christ," he muttered, "ok, now put it on. Quick, before it gets .
. . bigger." Ray's own erection twitched in anticipation. He was actually
going to get to see Benny come. 

 Ben looked down at his penis and then back at Ray, a pleading look on his
face. "Ray, would you? . . . Please, I, uh . . ." 

 'Oh, God,' he thought, this was all too much, but it was a good all too
much, "Yeah, ok, here." 

 His hand shook as he took the delicate ring and expanded it, reached over
and slipped it down Benny's hard shaft, settling it at the base, then
sliding the bead up the leather tails to tighten it. 

 "How's that?" Ray asked, trembling from the force of his own arousal as
his fingers lingered on Ben's cock. 

 "A little tighter, I think, please," Ben answered in a strangled sounding
voice. 

 Ray separated the tails and gave them a yank in opposite directions,
eliciting a yelp from the stoic Canadian. 

 "Sorry! Too tight? I can loosen it . . ." 

 "No! No, I think it's fine, though I have no frame of reference." Benny's
voice was pitched markedly higher now and he made no effort to bring his
hands up to begin the next step. 

 "So. . . how is it?" Ray's hands had returned to his lap, where he hoped
his buddy couldn't see him pressing on his own throbbing cock. 

 "I can feel my heartbeat, Ray. I feel . . . enormous." 

 Vecchio looked, really looked, at Benny's cock. While not overly well
endowed, Fraser had nothing to be ashamed of either and the pale flesh
practically glowed in the shadows formed by the streetlights. Large and
small veins stood out in sharp relief and Ray suddenly realized that his
friend was uncircumcised. Rigidly erect now, the foreskin had pulled back
from the swollen head, fluid leaking freely from the slit. 

 "No shit," Ray swallowed, his throat suddenly parched as the Mohave.
"You, uh, want that I kinda . . . get you started?" 

 "Yes, Ray, please, if you wouldn't mind." 

 In all his life, even in his most private fantasies, he'd never dreamed
he'd do this. Not that he hadn't wanted to, but it was so forbidden and
he'd never imagined that Fraser would want it. Keeping his left hand
pressed tightly to his own cock, he reached out with his right, stroking
his index finger along the underside of Benny's shaft from the base to the
underside of the dripping head. 

 Fraser let out a long low moan and Ray's own flesh jumped in reply. Using
his thumb to catch some of the fluid, he rubbed it around the head before
taking a couple of long slow strokes along the shaft. Benny arched into
his fist, gasping out his pleasure along with Ray's name. Ray found
Benny's hand and put it atop his own, giving him a few more strokes before
taking his away. 

 "Oh, Ray, this is incredible . . ." Ben groaned as Ray watched him work
the foreskin over the head, coaxing more of the precious fluid from the
slit. 

 Ray's own erection was pleading for attention. 

 "Jesus, Benny, I gotta . . .gotta do this." Ray was panting as he
unfastened his own trousers and moved away from the steering wheel to get
a little room to work. 

 It also brought him closer to Ben, who'd begun stroking himself with a
slow steady pace. 

 Ray's erection swelled even more upon its release and he gave it a solid
squeeze just below the head to calm himself. Pre-come oozed over his
fingers as his musky scent mingled with the already heady odor of Fraser's
arousal in the car. 

 "Oh yeah, ooooooh yeah, ohhhhhh God," Ray moaned as he slipped his
fingers around the head. 

 "Thank you, Ray," he heard the normal staid Canadian say, voice rough and
low, and found Benny's eyes drinking him in. 

 He should have felt nervous or self-conscious, but he didn't. He felt
pleasure curling deep in his belly and his cock pulsed with the
realization that he was being watched in turn. Ray let his long fingers
play along the shaft and Benny's eyes widened, his fingers clenching
reflexively on his flesh. Ray felt himself surge in response, surprised at
the way they were responding to each other. 

 Fraser reached down and tugged at his balls, regaining his rhythm on his
cock as he moaned softly, his eyes never leaving Ray. 

 "God yeah, feels so good, Benny . . .sooooo good," he began a monologue
as his hand set a steady pace on his cock, "You like this, huh?" 

 "Yes," came the quiet reply, fingers circling the slickened head. 

 "Does it feel good, Benny? Huh? Christ you're beautiful like this," Ray's
voice was like soft velvet in the dark, urging both men on. 

 "Oh yes, Ray, yes, yes," broad hand grasping the shaft now, pumping
methodically like a heartbeat. 

 Indeed he was beautiful, legs splayed, face radiant in the lamplight,
eyes dilated with passion, his hands on his sex working towards
completion. His companion was no less radiant, teasing himself, drawing
out his release, lids half closed in pleasure, but taking in every detail
of the erotic display before him. 

 Ray reached for the tissues on the dash, fingers playing the sweet spot
under the head. Fluid had leaked over his fingers and down the shaft,
lending an ethereal sheen to the expanded flesh. 

 "Oh fuck, I'm gonna come. Do ya wanna see me come, Benny?" Ray asked,
breath ragged. 

 "God, yes, Ray, please . . ." Fraser leaned forward as best he could and
quieted his hand. 

 Ray tilted his hips, hand stroking from base to tip quickly and easily,
then changed with a gasp to fingers working the underside the head as the
tissues were readied. Fraser watched in awe as the cockhead expanded and
the first few drops appeared, sliding down to lubricate the quick moving
fingers. Ray went rigid then, and cried out as wave after wave of pearly
come jetted from the slit and was caught. 

 Ben's gaze slid up to meet Ray's hooded eyes, a weak smile gracing his
lips, "You're turn, Benny," his voice quiet and sexy. 

 "Yes, Ray," was the quiet reply, though he felt anything but calm. His
palms were sweating and his arousal had risen to almost painful
proportions. 

 Fraser leaned back again, shoulder hard against the door, exposing his
erection again. His hands began an uneven stroking of his straining shaft
and head. Ray's cock twitched in sympathy as each pass brought forth more
and louder groans from his friend. Blunt fingers gently massaged and
squeezed and a thumb swept over the leaking head. 

 "Oh, Ray, so close, so close . . . please . . ." Benny gasped in a
pleading voice. 

 "Ya want me to, uh, give you a hand?" 

 "Oh, God . . . Ray . . . Please . . ." hips arching up with each stroke. 

 Ray grabbed some more tissues from the dash then put his hand over
Benny's. His touch electrified Fraser and he cried out loudly. 

 "Oh yes, yes . . ." 

 Ray smiled and picked up the pace, giving special attention to the
underside. Fraser almost leapt up out of the seat and strained into their
joined hands. Back arched, head thrown back, yet still staring wide-eyed
at Ray and his hands on his cock, he trembled with the force of the coming
onslaught. 

 "Come on, Benny, let go, just let it go . . .come for me . . ." he
crooned, rubbing the solid cock just a little harder and faster. 

 "Oh dear . . .oh my . . . mmmm . . . mmmm" Fraser pressed his lips
tightly together to quiet his cries as he reached orgasm, his
vocalizations coinciding with the spasms rocking him. 

 Fascinated, Ray watched as Benny's cock positively erupted. Hard, long
steams of creamy semen hit the tissue and were barely contained. Ray could
feel the hard contractions shaking the larger man's body and gently
massaged the shaft to extract every last drop of Fraser's essence. He had
to reach for more tissues to finish the job, amazed that one man could
come that much in one shot. Ray wondered whether it was due Benny's
notorious celibacy or the constriction, or merely the man himself. 

 "Wow, Benny, that was damn impressive." 

 Fraser merely nodded. It was several minutes before the power of speech
was returned to him. 

 "You always come like that? I mean Christ, I almost got a shower here."
Ray realized that he was chattering a bit, but he'd been energized by the
feat. 

 "Well, the, uh, device . . .certainly intensified my . . .uh . . .
experience." 

 "No kidding. I gotta admit, just watchin' was pretty intense," Ray looked
at his watch, simultaneously hoping for the chance to repeat their
interaction in a more private setting. 

 "We better get you back to the hotel, Benny, it's getting' late. See what
kind of trouble Christina's gotten into now." 

 "Ray, I want to thank you. As always, your expertise was invaluable,"
Fraser searched for the right words while he put himself in some semblance
of order. 

 "I'd like the opportunity to learn more, when this assignment is
completed. If you're amenable, that is. . ." 

 Ray's hopes soared. Was it possible that Fraser was interested in
furthering what they'd begun here? 

 "Yeah, I'm amenable. But that thing's gotta go. I don't think my heart
could take it." 
 "Well, Ray, I try to always remember the five Ps; Proper Prevention
Prevents Poor Performance." 

 HuHu