Body   *THE MOUNTIE WORE TINSEL*   *By GILDA LILY*	

Pairing: Benny/Ray V. 

Rating: NC-17 

Category: Romance (aka Pure Sap). This one's for you, Cheryl and Mitch! 

This is in response to Christmas Challenge #1.	

Comments on-list and off-list welcome. E-mail:
jeanniemarie@sprintmail.com. 

Disclaimer: Roses are red, Benny's in bed, Ray's right with him, but
bindlestitch, I don't own 'em. Alliance does. 

(c) December 12, 1999 

*Bells rang through the clear night air, Ray turning from his window to
face his lover. 

His Benny was dazzling. Bright eyes, flushed cheeks, soft hair looking
lush and wavy. Wearing his favorite white ski sweater. Benny was looking
at him with a shy gaze, and Ray's heart fluttered. Oh, he loved that look.
Yes, indeedy. 

Tonight had been so perfect. The house was crammed with Vecchios
celebrating Christmas Eve, laughing and talking in the living room around
the huge Christmas tree decorated with treasured family heirlooms and new,
sparkling ornaments. Presents were piled high under the tree while the
children eagerly guessed what might be inside. They were excited at the
prospect of Santa Claus coming, and the adults were enjoying their
anticipation. 

Benny had been quiet, but then, he always felt a little overwhelmed at
these family gatherings. The heat from the fireplace and so many bodies
caused his fair skin to turn a bright pink, and he always stayed close to
Ray when there were so many people around, a little nervous. Ray smiled
and made sure he didn't go off and leave his Benny alone. 

When it came time to say goodnight, Ray had taken Benny's hand and gone
upstairs to his bedroom. He smiled at his blushing lover now. Every other
year, they had shared Ray's bed on this night with the cover of
convenience. Everyone had to double up and cots were placed in the
bedrooms. Ray and Benny had always had the good fortune to be alone in
Ray's room. They would make quiet love and go to sleep in each other's
arms. 

This year, they were no longer using a cover. Everyone knew what they were
to each other. The ones who disapproved were not important to Ray or his
immediate family. Now he could make love to his Benny without hiding it. 

"Tonight...tonight was wonderful, Ray." 

"I know." Ray smiled tenderly. He laid a hand on Benny's cheek. "I love
you." 

Benny's smile was pure brilliance. "I know." 

They laughed, their eyes shining. Snow was falling softly outside the
window. Ray lifted Benny's hand to his lips and brushed them lightly over
the warm skin. Benny sighed quietly and Ray drew him in for a kiss. 

It was not a hotly passionate kiss. It was sweetly tender, their love
pouring into that kiss. Ray's hands began to rub Benny's back, his tongue
slipping down to his lover's throat and licking it. Benny smiled and
playfully rubbed the top of Ray's shorn head. Ray's nimble fingers pulled
Benny's sweater over his head and he was rewarded with a ruffled-haired
Mountie, naked from the waist up. My, my. 

Ray's lips fastened on a nipple and he began sucking, Benny's hands
cupping the back of his head. Little pleased moans filled the room, Ray
transferring his attentions to the other nipple. Benny's eyes were closed
and his head thrown back. 

Ray expertly pushed him backwards to the bed, Benny falling onto the
sheets with Ray on top of him. Ray's slender body curled up around his
lover and his tongue got busy licking the smooth, warm chest. Benny sighed
and cupped Ray's buttocks, squeezing them through the Armani fabric. 

Moonlight streamed in as Ray lifted himself off Benny and knelt on the bed
between his lover's spread legs. He slowly removed his turtleneck sweater,
tossing it off and then unbuckling his belt. He slid the pants down and
threw them off to join the sweater on the floor. Italian hands got busy
removing Benny's pants as well. 

He looked down at his lover while straddling him, his smile loving with a
tinge of lust. He then draped his body over Benny's and proceeded to kiss
him madly. 

Benny gasped and moaned and giggled, cupping Ray's buttocks again. This
time he could feel the yummy flesh in his hands, his fingers kneading and
squeezing as Ray squirmed against him. 

Benny captured Ray's mouth and slid his tongue in, tasting sugar cookies
and punch and the sweet taste of Ray. When they parted, he looked up at
Ray with shining eyes. Ray's emerald orbs were sparkling as he lowered his
mouth onto Benny's again. 

They kissed and hugged and nuzzled, the quiet of the house keeping them
from making undue noises, but it was not a night for wild, abandoned
passion. The passion they felt was pure and loving, and Ray smiled as he
slid into his Benny. * * * * * * 

Benny's eyes widened, then he relaxed into a smile as Ray gently pumped in
and out of his body. Benny grasped Ray's arms and moved with him,
lubricated with love's juices. He felt loved and wanted. He also had a
family now that loved and wanted him to be a part of them. He closed his
eyes in ecstasy. 

Pleasure washed over him in waves. Ray filled him, skillful fingers
pinching his sensitive nipples. He ran his hand over Ray's thigh,
delighted at the slender strength there. His lover was the most beautiful
man alive. Orgasm built up, singing along his nerves, and exploded in one
glorious wave. He gasped and his lips parted slightly. 

Ray came at almost the same instant, searing him with his seed. Then the
Italian was on top of him, their sweat and semen mingling. Ray's beautiful
lips covered his own. 

"I love you, Benny." 

"Oh, I love you, too, Ray." 

Ray slid out of him and then snuggled, Benny pulling the blanket over them
both. He waited while his heart settled down to its normal beat. 

Yes, he was loved. Not only did he have the most beautiful man in the
world, but he was part of his lover's family. He was official now, he
thought with a smile as moonlight glinted off the gold ring on his left
ring finger. He and Ray had made it so four months ago in the golden days
of autumn. 

He felt more a part of this adopted family than he had with his own in
some ways. The Vecchios did not hesitate to let him know by word or deed
that they loved him. Rosa Vecchio had accepted him, and the rest of the
family had taken her cue. The few that did not accept them were not
important. 

Rosa Vecchio. He had a mother again after the long, motherless years. She
cared if he ate well or dressed warmly, even though the cold rarely
bothered him, he thought with a smile. She always wanted to know if he got
enough sleep, or was working too hard, and were he and her Raymondo happy
in their new home? 

She knew that he made her son happy. For her, that was more important than
even the dictates of her beloved Church. She loved Benny like a son, and
now he was a son-in-law, too. 

A tear trickled down Benny's cheek. * * * * * * 

Ray loved Christmas Eve. It was the one time of the year that the family
was free of fear from his father's drinking, because his mother had said
quite calmly one year after a holiday disaster that if he ever took a
drink on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day again that his clothes would be
on the front lawn the next day. Sal Vecchio knew that she meant it. That
meant Ray never had to worry about drunken rages or biting sarcasm on this
special holiday. 

And now, he had his Benny in his bed, in his old home. They were loved and
accepted, and the world was theirs. 

He thought smugly of the present under the tree waiting for his lover to
open tomorrow morning. He had discovered that his prim,
nutritious-conscious Mountie had a well-hidden sweet tooth. It was
probably why he was always so stern with Dief about it. 

Ray had ordered a five-pound box of Canadian chocolates from Vancouver,
and he looked forward to seeing his lover stammer and try and convince
himself that he shouldn't eat very many of them at all. And of course he
would offer a piece to everybody, so that was why Ray had gotten five
pounds. Because unless Dief ended up with chocolate on his nose, Ray knew
that Benny would be the primary consumer of this gift after the obligatory
polite offer to the family. And Benny and chocolate meant hot sex, because
chocolate seemed to be an aphrodisiac for his shy Canadian. Ray would
encourage him to eat the chocolate, partake of some himself, and then
proceed to rip the clothes off Benny, who would rip the clothes off him,
and they would have hot, shameless sex. And then Ray would offer Benny
another chocolate when it was over. 

"What is it, Ray?" Benny asked as his lover suddenly laughed. 

"You got a tiny piece of tinsel in your hair, Benny. How did that happen?
Frannie chase you under the tree?" 

Benny smiled. He looked at the silvery tinsel in Ray's fingers. "No, Ray."


"Good, because she better not. You're mine, Mountie, and don't you forget
it." 

"I won't, Ray." 

Ray looked down at his lover's sapphire beauty. 

"No, you won't." A wicked gleam came into his emerald eyes. "Hey, Benny,
dreaming of sugar plums yet?" 

"Sugar plums? Ray, sugar plums are not very nutritious...oh, dear!" 

Benny's 'plums' had just been grabbed and he gasped as Ray proceeded to
make his dreams come true. Ray kissed him, tasting sugar cookies and candy
canes, and church bells pealed in the distance as the snow fell outside
the window.*