Got Milk?	

Standard Disclaimer. Although Catherine and I are often confused for the
same person, we're not. She wrote 'Ours,' and I will deny writing this. To
paraphrase from a story I once read (Sentinel fanfic?) On a scale of 1 to
10, 1 being an actual episode (or at least in the Ours universe), and 10
being people whose names happen to be Benton Fraser and Ray Vecchio, this
is at least a 5. This is worse than 'Use the Spray.' For the moment, I'm
completely ignoring any medical issues about the effects of hormones
because it's too complicated to deal with at midnight by flashlight.
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For your own safety, do not eat or drink anything while reading this
story. For my sake, Catherine has to promise not to hit me for this. Got
Milk? 

Several months pregnant, and sex was rare and awkward, if not impossible.
Every now and then, mostly around the time of his hormone injections, Ben
would mutter a complaint about not having seen his penis for several
months now. 

So when Ray decided to remind Ben of a few uses for such things, he
approached the matter rather delicately. Making love was out of the
question. But although Benton Fraser might be with child, in Ray's eyes
(and especially in his heart), he was still the love of his life, and a
damn sexy man.	

Ben was napping on the bed, on his side with both hands on his rounded
belly. Ray was tempted to move in close and join his beloved in a nap, but
he had other plans. Thanks to the strain of pregnancy, Ben slept
exhaustedly through the removal of his clothes. 

Ray pressed his lips gently to Ben's and was rewarded by a faint kiss back
as Ben awakened. By the time he was nuzzling a tender throat, he looked up
to see smiling blue eyes blinking at him. 

"Did you have a nice nap?" 

Ben stretched, coincidentally stroking Ray's side with one hand as his
smile grew. "Definitely."  

And he must have had a very nice nap indeed as he then pulled Ray even
closer, returning to the long, deep kisses they were both fond of. 

Ray pulled away long enough to nibble his way to the juncture between neck
and shoulder. Sliding down a little, he cupped a swollen breast that had
given them both pause. Rubbing his thumb delicately over the tightening
nipple he murmured, "You okay with this?" 

Too far gone to complain, Ben's breathing grew shallower as Ray kissed a
path down his sternum and around his chest in a tightening spiral.
Reaching the swollen nipple again, he worried it slightly before sucking
hard at the same time as his hand, which had been sneaking further down
found its target as well. 

Caught up in his own pleasure at having given Ben pleasure, it took his
mind a moment to realize that both his hand and his mouth had been filled
with fluid. 

What the -?!?!?!?! !!!! 

A few minutes later, Ben was coming back to himself, ready to return the
favor. However when his hand slid to stroke Ray, he neither encountered a
rampant erection, nor the stickiness of completion. Increasingly aware
that something was wrong, he examined Ray for injuries.  

Ray was lying flat on his back, mouth open in shock. 

"Ray? Are you okay?" 

When there was no reaction from Ray he shook him a little. "Ray! Are. You.
Okay?" 

This time he could see Ray trying to respond, his mouth flapping
uselessly. 

Fearing that Ray had had a stroke or something, he reached over him to
grab the phone and dial 911.  

A hand on his wrist pulled the phone away. With great care Ray managed a
few words. "I'm okay, Benny." 

Relieved Ben pulled him into a tight, almost desperate embrace. "What
happened?" 

"I, uh, guess we answered that question." 

"What question?" 

Nervously Ray pointed to Ben's full figured chest, half afraid they would
attack him somehow. "Got milk?"