About A Hat	  About A Hat by Pares

 Author's webpage: http://www.virtue.nu/skalab

 Author's disclaimer: These characters aren't mine, and I promise not to
make any cash off them.

  

 It could have just been that he'd been spending too much time with
Fraser, but Ray Vecchio was beginning to appreciate the merits of a living
space unenhanced by a television set. That left fewer leisure time
activities to choose from, and hey, you could only play so many hands of
gin rummy. His current and favorite way to squander an evening off was to
spend it with one Benton Fraser of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police.
Preferably on the Mountie's bed, with the both of them wearing as little
as possible. 

 Tonight was such a night. 

 "I'd like it very much if you'd... sit down." The guy's voice was damned
near seductive when he said stuff like that. Especially while he was
naked. 

 "Sit down on it? On *that*!? Look, Benny, I love you and everything, I
really do, but that's... I'm not sure I can do that. In fact, I'm telling
you right now: I can't do that." 

 "You can, Ray. You're already very relaxed from--" 

 "Relaxed!? That is not the word I'd use right now, Fraser." 

 "I assure you that you are indeed relaxed from our previous lovemaking,
and that it will be a very pleasurable experience-- for the both of us--
if you would just... sit." 

 "On your lap." 

 "On my lap," Fraser repeated in a soothing tone. In fact, he patted his
own thigh invitingly. 

 "I dunno Fras, I really don't think--" 

 "Ray, I would never do anything to hurt you. But I urge you to consider
broadening your horizon in this way. I think you will be pleasantly
surprised." 

 "Well, you've got the surprised part all right." He bowed his head for a
moment, and then leaned over, bracing his hands on his knobby knees.
Lifting his head again, he met Fraser's tender, anticipatory look with one
of fond resignation. 

 "For you, Benny, I will, I will eat green eggs and ham," and he leaned
forward to kiss Fraser's smooth, pliant cheek. 

 "Ray..." and he could hear the baffled, almost affronted tone in his
friend's earnest voice. "I cannot imagine any situation where I would call
upon you to sample tainted food--" 

 Ray smiled, and shook his head. 

 "It's just an expression." 

 "I'm unfamiliar with any references to green meats or--" 

 "What, you guys don't have Dr. Seuss in the great white north?" 

 "Dr. Seuss," echoed Fraser, searchingly. 

 "Yeah. He wrote rhyming books. For kids." 

 "Ah, well that would explain it," and he sounded relieved. "I am
unfamiliar with children's literature, as my grandparents deemed it--" 

 "You should really give him a try. He was a literary genius," Ray
explained. 

 "Really. I'll look into finding a collected works, perhaps. Is there a
specific title that you'd like to recommend?" Fraser lifted his eyebrows
in that open, expectant way he had, and before the man could reach for a
pen and paper, Ray answered. 

 "No." 

 "No?" 

 "Not at this point in time, Fras. Ideally, I mean, if this was a sexual
encounter with someone other than a Mountie, I wouldn't be able to name
*any* authors of rhyming kids books. Ordinarily," he added, admitting that
he had been the one to bring it up. 

 "Hmm." 

 Ray stood up and clapped Fraser's shoulder. 

 "You ready for me?" 

 He got a bright eyed smile from Fraser, accompanied by a crisp nod. 

 "Okay, then." He turned is back to his partner and shuffled back a few
steps, until Fraser's neat toenails came into his view of the floor. He
reached back and Fraser gently took his arms, setting Ray's hands on the
bed as Ray bent his knees and gingerly lowered himself until he was
hovering above Fraser's spread knees. 

 He could feel the warm crown of Fraser's astonishingly pink and wholesome
dick prod the cheek of his ass. Taking a deep breath, he settled it
against his twitching anus and pressed himself down, with a little puffing
sigh. 

 It was pressure but not pain, and he shifted around until he was nearly
reclining in his friend's arms. Not bad, he thought. Practically comfy,
even. 

 "Fraser, you could have a real future as a Lay-Z-Boy," he said, with a
comfortable grunt, as Fraser's arms wrapped across his chest with infinite
tenderness. 

 "I'm sure you mean that fondly, Ray," Fraser replied indulgently. 

 "Oh, but I do," Ray approved, and Fraser shifted his hips gently. "That's
nice, too," Ray murmured. He curled his own hands at Fraser's hips and
sighed a little. 

 "There now, isn't this enjoyable?" 

 "Yes, Benny. Trust you to say 'I told you so'," he smiled. 

 "I said no such thing," answered the other man, but rather absently.
Fraser was currently occupied with the pleasant chore of setting small,
sucking kisses against the side of Ray's long throat. 

 In his mind's eye, Ray could picture his friend's ruddy good health, his
square shoulders and gentle, unlined face, the unaccountably sweet curve
of his kind, pink mouth. 

 "Feel free to get a little more energetic," Ray encouraged. 

 "Oh, Ray," Fraser whispered, rocking into Ray's ass smoothly, "Ray." 

 "Take it easy there, champ. You wouldn't want to hurt anyone," Ray
sighed, only slightly frustrated about the slow, deliberate nudge and
withdraw of Fraser's unsurprisingly well-mannered cock. 

 He really should have expected it, but when Fraser immediately stilled,
all Ray could do was lift a hand to pat Fraser's cheek. 

 "No. Hey. It's okay. *Move*, huh?" 

 "That was another bout of sarcasm on your part, then?" Fraser inquired. 

 "Yeah, yeah, I'm a smartass, tell it to the Marines, just get us back in
the groove, all right?" 

 "Yes, Ray." And Fraser's nose bumped Ray's temple, and his mouth pressed
a smile against the orbit of Ray's eye. "I love you, Ray." 

 "You're always so formal. You don't have to be speaking in complete
sentences, you know. In fact, I find it a little insulting that you *can*
speak in complete sentences at the apex of such a carnal moment," Ray
remarked, feeling his eyebrows hunch up. 

 "I'm sorry," his friend replied with immediate sincerity. "I'll try not
to--" 

 "You're doing it again," Ray warned. 

 "Would you rather I refrained from tender sentiments during our sessions
of loveplay?" 

 Ray sighed. 

 "Geez, no, Benny, say it anytime you feel like it, I like to hear it, and
I know that you love me, but look, you can just be a little irritating
sometimes." 

 "Ah," Fraser hazarded. 

 Ray sagged against his friend's shoulder, his fuzzed skull rocking gently
from side to side now that Fraser has resumed his slow, thorough
thrusting. 

 "Look. Wait. Tell me you love me again, okay?" 

 "I love you, Ray." It was said with such heartfelt sincerity and grave
obedience that Ray felt a little... maybe just a *little* choked up. 

 "I love you too, Benny." And Ray smiled in satisfaction, glad to have
made the proper reply to such a statement rather than bitching about it. 

 "I'm glad to hear that," and Fraser embellished his comment with an
affectionate squeeze. 

 For a while, Ray let his eyes slip shut, and focused on the regular
graceful sea slap of Fraser's almost constant motion and his small gasps
of pleasure. 

 His Benny. Always so discreet and well mannered. Ray couldn't keep the
stupid smile off his face. He could almost picture Fraser fucking him
while still in his high-laced boots and Stetson. And nothing else... It
was an interesting picture, Ray had to admit. 

 And now that he'd pictured it, Ray was nearly convinced that if he opened
his eyes and turned his head, Fraser's bristly cowlick would be obscured
by the rigid brim of his hat. 

 The idea made him snigger, and Fraser paused so briefly Ray almost didn't
notice it before resuming his rhythm. 

 "I was going to ask if you were laughing at me, but I'm not sure if I
want to know." 

 Turning his head, Ray rested his forehead against Fraser's strong,
smooth, sweatslick jaw. 

 "I'd never laugh at you, Benny." 

 "Yes. You would," Fraser replied solemnly. 

 Ray grinned, nipped at Fraser's ear. 

 "You're right, I would. But I'm not laughing at you. I'm laughing at me."


 "Oh." 

 They were still moving with a slow, dark, molasses languor. It could well
be hours, maybe days before Fraser would actually lose it enough to really
*fuck* him, Ray reflected amiably. 

 "Hey, Fras?" 

 "Yes, Ray?" 

 "I admit it. I like this. Consider my horizons broadened, okay?" 

 "Thank you," Fraser replied graciously, his voice the closest to smug it
ever got. 

 "And next time we do this... and we *will* be doing this again... would
you do me a favor and wear the hat?" 

 There was a lengthy (puzzled, Ray surmised) pause before Fraser answered,
his satiny lips grazing the shell of Ray's ear. 

 "I'd be glad to oblige you, Ray." 

 Ray could hear the smile in his voice. Nodding, Ray let his head loll on
Fraser's sturdy shoulder, let Fraser's fluid, reverent motions lap at him,
suffuse him with a slow warm head to toe buzz and the lazy promise of some
not-too-distant satiety. 

 "Well then," Ray murmured, lulled by throbbing of his own heart. "Thank
you kindly." He had to smile again. "You're a soft touch, Benny." 

 "That is true, Ray. But so are you," the Mountie reminded. And he cupped
Ray's cheek with the hand not caressing Ray's narrow thigh. He angled his
pelvis and drove *up* into Ray's indolent sprawl, drawing a keening moan
from the balding man. 

 "God, I love you Benny," Ray gasped. 

 "And I you." 

 "Don't you stop." 

 "Never," Fraser promised breathlessly, as he began to hitch his hips with
a rising urgency. 

 "Oh *fuck* this is good..." 

 "I'm... glad... to hear it Ray..." 

 "Man, Benny..." 

 "Ray." 

 "Benny!" 

 "Ray." 

 And the two of them halted, spasmed, and then fell back against the bed,
heaving and exhausted and aglow with wellbeing. 

 "So. Benny." 

 "Yes?" 

 "You'll really wear the hat?" 

 END