Bathroom Explorations   Rated R for m/m sexual activity. Hands up who
thought it would be something different! ... No takers, huh? :) This is
another PWP, and you can blame Mitch for the fact that it got written, but
please send all comments to *me*! 

This story is a sequel to "Shower Explorations", which I posted last week.
It is on the archive if you need it. If you can't get the archive, email
me and I'll send it to you. This story is still perfectly understandable
if you haven't read the other one, however. And this story needs a Frannie
alert. Don't worry, she only observes and records, but never interferes
(hang on, I think that's the wrong show...) 

Insert standard disclaimer here, plus my usual whining about the exchange
rate. What? Oh, okay: I don't own them. I won't make a profit off them.
The exchange rate is terrible. *Whine* Happy? 

 BATHROOM EXPLORATIONS 

By T'Mar 

Francesca Vecchio came home and closed the door quietly, leaning against
it with a sigh. Thank goodness tomorrow was Sunday and she didn't have to
work - things had been very, very busy at work lately, and working
Saturdays was not her favourite thing. Despite herself, she was grateful
that her sister, mother, brother-in-law and all the kids were vacationing
in Florida. At least this way she'd be able to really rest instead of
having a large family to deal with. 

She didn't have to worry about Ray; Ray was hardly home anyway, and he
hated her cooking, so there was no nurturing required when the two of them
were at home alone. 

Frannie took off her shoes and placed them next to the door. She'd get
them later. Right now all she wanted to do was get upstairs, have a nice
long bath and get to bed, even if it was only eight o'clock in the night.
She was glad she'd cancelled that dinner date with a couple of her
girlfriends; by now she'd have fallen asleep in the restaurant. 

Padding upstairs barefoot, Frannie wondered whether Ray was asleep. When
she came home to find the Riv parked in the driveway, she usually found
Ray on the couch watching a ballgame. But not tonight - tonight the
downstairs part of the house was dark and silent. She'd seen the hat,
however, and knew that Fraser was here. 

Frannie tried not to let her heart skip beats when she thought of the
Mountie. She knew he wasn't interested in her, and she was trying to come
to terms with it, but it was difficult. For some reason her brain seemed
to shut down when he was around and she ended up saying and doing things
that shocked even her. Remembering the "Don't be afraid" night, she gave a
little shudder. Fraser had told her the lingerie was very becoming, but
that it just wouldn't be right to take advantage of his best friend's
sister. And that's the way it had always been. Frannie had accepted that,
but she still felt warm and fuzzy when Fraser was near. 

Depositing her things in her room, Francesca grabbed a robe and towels,
and padded over to... 

It was only now that she noticed the bathroom light was on. She grinned to
herself - so Ray had probably been frolicking in dumpsters again, and he
was probably in there diligently scrubbing, using up one bar of soap after
another. And Fraser was probably standing there examining evidence and
handing Ray more soap when he yelled for some. 

Frannie flushed as another thought came to mind - maybe *Fraser* was in
there. Maybe Fraser had no clothes on. Nearing the door, Frannie noticed a
shaft of light emanating from the bathroom. So! The door wasn't closed all
the way! She knew that this was because no one had expected her to be home
this early - she and her friends usually stayed out until after midnight
on a Saturday. 

Knowing that she shouldn't, but unable to stop herself, Frannie went and
peered through the open door. Strangely, she couldn't hear any water
running. She focused on the mirror - looking into it, she could see the
rest of the bathroom with ease. And what she saw... 

Frannie almost fainted from shock. In the mirror, quite clearly, were both
her brother and the Mountie. Naked. They were... kissing. Frannie
swallowed, knowing she should leave, but somehow unable to make her body
listen. Besides, the sight was rather... arousing. They were pressed
against each other intimately, holding onto each other for dear life.
Fraser was against the wall, and Ray was pressing into him. Frannie
watched in fascination as Fraser's hands slid up and down her brother's
back in obvious caresses. 

They finally parted, and Frannie could hear their accelerated breathing
from where she was. "Turn out the light, Ray," Fraser said. 

"Not this time, Benny," her brother replied. "This time I wanna see you." 

"Ray..." began the Mountie, but Ray interrupted. 

"And I want you to see me. Unless you don't want to?" 

 

"I..." Fraser stammered, but then Ray reached one hand down between the
two of them, and Fraser's protest turned into a moan of desire. 

"Well?" Ray demanded. Frannie noted that Ray had not removed his hand. 

"Kiss me, Ray," was all Fraser could get out. 

Frannie watched as her brother did as he was bidden - but he kept his hand
where it was. Then he ended the kiss and quietly inquired, "What do you
want, Benny? Tell me." 

"I... Ray, I..." Fraser faltered. 

"Yes?" 

Frannie could see that Fraser was blushing even in the mirror. She
certainly wasn't going to move now; she wanted to find out what Fraser
wanted! 

"Ray, would you... That is to say, I'd like..." 

Ray removed his hand, and at the door Frannie grinned. 

"Spit it out, Fraser. We don't have all night." 

"I'd very much like it if you did for me what I did for you last night." A
short pause. "But only if you want to. That is to say, you don't have
to..." The tirade was stopped when Ray moved his head down and fastened
his lips onto his friend's nipple, teasing the other one with his hand,
feather-light touches that, combined with what Ray was doing with his
mouth, made the Mountie moan rather loudly. 

At the door, Frannie felt like moaning too. 

"You like that, Benny?" Ray asked, lifting his head and looking up into
those blue eyes. 

"Yes, Ray." It was said in such an innocent tone that in the bathroom Ray
grinned, and outside Frannie pressed her hand to her mouth to avoid
laughing. 

"Bet you'll like this, then," Ray said, and knelt down in front of his
friend. 

Frannie knew what Ray was going to do, but she was still shocked and
stimulated by the image when it happened; when Ray took Fraser's penis
into his mouth. She wasn't as shocked as Fraser, though, because his head
snapped right back and he banged it on the bathroom wall. "Oh G-d! Ray!" 

Ray didn't say anything, or move, he just continued to give lovely, slow
oral attention to Benny's penis, using his hands to hold onto the
Mountie's hips to keep him still, to prolong what was happening. Frannie
had done that; she knew that begging came next. Or hands tangled in hair.
Maybe both, she mused, and smiled to herself when one of Fraser's hands
came up and gripped Ray's head in lieu of hair. But still not one sound
escaped him. Frannie knew it was probably because he considered it beneath
him to beg. One just did not do that. Oh, but he would soon learn
differently! 

And just as predicted, Fraser finally cracked. "Ray..." 

"Hmmmmnnnggg?" was the only sound Ray could make. 

"Please!" 

Frannie wished she had a tape recorder. Or a video camera. Or just any old
camera. 

"Hmmm?" 

"Please, Ray. Please, please!" 

Frannie wished she could see Ray's expression, but from this angle all she
could see was the back of his head. Somehow, she knew he'd be smiling.
Well, as much as he could be. She looked at Fraser now, seeing his hair
dishevelled, his breathing accelerated, his eyes closed with passion and
his body sheened with perspiration, and felt genuine envy for her brother.
If only she had been able to do that to Fraser! Fraser moaned again, and
changed tone suddenly as Ray's movements sped up a little, and then
Fraser's hips bucked forward despite the restraining hands. 

About a minute (but it felt like a lifetime to Frannie) passed, and then
Ray let Fraser slip from his mouth, standing up and enfolding his
friend... no, his lover... in his arms. "How was that, Benny?" 

"My G-d, Ray. I haven't... I've never... I mean..." 

"No woman ever did that for you?" 

"No, that's not it. I meant that I haven't ever... you know... like that."


Ray's tone became exasperated. "What you're trying to tell me, Benny, is
you haven't ever come like that before in your life, right?" 

Fraser blushed again. "Well, yes." ("Wow," mouthed Frannie to herself.)
Ray was grinning. 

The blush faded a little, and then Fraser quietly asked, "Ray, do you...
would you like that?" 

"What I'd like is to carry on doing what we did last night." Fraser
suddenly looked nervous, but there was excitement in the look as well. "Do
you get it, Benny? I wanna make love to you." 

"I get it," Fraser said. "I..." 

Ray caught the slight hesitation and began, "We don't have to..." but
Fraser continued, "I'd like that, Ray, I just... The... you know,
supplies... it's in your bedroom in my jacket." 

Frannie wondered where she could hide - she knew she certainly couldn't
get back to her room in time before one of them came out of the bathroom -
but then Ray said, "Uh, well, look around." 

"What?" Frannie thought the dear boy looked confused. But before Fraser
could explain that he didn't know what Ray meant, Ray said, "Aha!" and
snatched up a bottle from the shelf next to the mirror. 

Frannie had to restrain herself from rushing in there and grabbing it 

away from him. 'That stuff costs $30 a bottle!' she thought. And it was
advertised as an amazing skin care product - Frannie recommended it to all
her friends because it really did work. But then she thought that she'd
gladly sacrifice that $30 bottle to see what happened next. Heck, she'd
*pay* $30 to see what happened next! 

What happened next was Ray told Fraser to stand, and then he extracted
some of the cream from the bottle, and using just one finger at first, he
worked it into Benny slowly, then took more and used another finger. 

Fraser was facing the wall, but he was looking *up*, and Frannie could see
the blissful look that crossed his face as he concentrated on what Ray was
doing to him. "Ray... oh, G-d..." 

Then Ray put his finger *into* the bottle, extracted more and applied it
to himself. 

'Ray is *paying* me for that face cream!' Frannie thought, but her
thoughts were jerked away from the loss of her expensive beauty product
when Fraser turned around and said, "Ray... I want to see you. When you...
do this, I want to see you." 

Ray smiled at him. "And last night you made me turn the lights out." 

"I was wrong, Ray. I need to see what you look like, when..." He blushed
again, but Ray just nodded instead of torturing him by making him say it. 

"Okay, Benny." He looked around, making Frannie draw back out of sight.
Finally Ray said, "Uh... the floor?" 

"Yes," was the only reply from the Mountie, and Frannie risked looking
again when she heard the bathroom mat being dragged over. Unfortunately
the floor was out of range of the mirror. 'Damn!' she thought, then
realised that she might be able to see something if she put one eye to the
space between the hinge and the door. 

Ah, that was better. Fraser lay on his back on the bathroom mat with Ray
leaning over him. "Are you sure about this, Benny? The other way would be
easier." 

"I'm sure. Ray..." Fraser's voice was filled with longing and love. 

Ray didn't hesitate anymore. He knelt and moved towards Benny, pulling him
up to fit against him. "Okay..." he said, and then, using one hand to
position himself, he slid inside, just a little at a time. 

Fraser's eyes were locked with Ray's, and as Ray began to gently thrust in
and out, the love poured out of those clear blue depths. 

Frannie bit her lip. What she wouldn't have given to have caused that look
on Benton's face. She couldn't see Ray's eyes too well from this angle,
but she was sure that the love was visible there too. She wondered how she
could have missed the signs for so long. 

Then Ray's hand came up, to grasp Benny's and place it over his own flesh.


"Ray..." Fraser began, but Ray interrupted, stilling for just a moment. 

"Touch yourself, Benny. I want to see." 

Fraser obeyed, and Ray moved again, faster this time. 

Frannie watched as the movements grew more frantic, as her brother and his
lover performed an act so old, so primal, so... *joyous*. 

Then Ray's back went rigid above Fraser, and he threw his head back,
yelling, "G-d! Benny!" over and over again. Still, he didn't withdraw, but
waited for Fraser's orgasm, bringing his own hand to cover the Mountie's.
And then warm fluid spilled over their hands, and Frannie watched as the
movements of their hands slowed, and finally stopped. 

Ray moved away, then, and Fraser sat up. "I love you, Ray." 

Ray had a smile in his voice. "I know, Benny. I love you, too." He stood
up and offered his lover a hand. "I think we should take a shower now and
get to bed." 

"I can't sleep in your bed, Ray..." Benny began, but Ray cut him off. 

"Look, Benny, no one is home. Frannie'll come in around midnight, and
she'll be too tired to notice you're not on the couch. And you know she
always sleeps late on Sundays." He paused long enough to turn the shower
on. "Please, Benny. I need to feel you next to me. Please." 

"All right, Ray." Fraser stepped into the shower, and Ray followed. 

Frannie sank to the floor outside the bathroom. Despite the fact that it
was her *brother* and a man she'd had a crush on for years, she knew that
had been the most erotic, sensual, sexual thing she had ever seen. And
there was no one she could even tell about it. Sighing softly, she got up,
picked up the towels from where she'd dropped them, and went into her
bedroom, closing the door quietly. 

Changing out of her clothes and underwear, Frannie set her alarm for eight
a.m. Ray usually woke up around ten on Sundays when he didn't work, and
she wanted to be awake before him. She wanted to have some fun. Putting on
clean pyjamas and underwear, Frannie slipped into bed and fell asleep
almost immediately. 

Ray and Fraser were startled when they came downstairs the next morning,
for Frannie was in the kitchen humming to herself. They looked at each
other in panic for a second, and then Ray shrugged and went into the
kitchen. 

"Frannie?" 

"Hi, Ray. Do you and Fraser want breakfast?" 

Ray looked suspicious. "Why are you awake so early?" 

"It's 9:45 already." 

"Yeah, and you don't get up until around eleven on a Sunday," Ray replied,
realising that if she had woken up before them, Frannie knew that Fraser
hadn't slept on the couch. 

"Where's Benton?" Frannie asked, trying not to smile. 

Ray decided not to even answer the question. He'd just avoid the topic,
for it didn't seem that Frannie was suspicious or anything. "When are you
gonna leave him alone, Frannie?" 

"I never said anything," she said defensively. "I just wanna know how he
likes his eggs." 

"Whatever you make will be fine," Fraser said, finally stepping into the
kitchen. 

"Ray likes scrambled. You want scrambled, Benton?" 

"That will be fine, thank you." 

"Great." 

Frannie turned away to do them, and Ray said, in as casual a voice as
possible, "Oh, by the way, Fran, I dropped that lotion stuff of yours on
the floor last night." 

Frannie narrowly missed flinging the pan into mid-air. "Uh... you did?
Which lotion stuff?" She bit the inside of her lip to keep from laughing,
glad she wasn't looking at them. 

"The stuff in that weird white bottle." 

"You're paying for it, big brother. That stuff costs $50." 

"Fifty?!" Ray yelled. "You gotta be kidding! No way, Frannie. I'll give
you $35, tops." 

"Okay. Maybe I can find some more on sale somewhere." Frannie could feel a
giggle coming on. She turned to Fraser. "Uh... Benton, could you watch
these for a minute? Thank you." And she ran from the kitchen and up the
stairs. 

Fraser and Ray heard her bedroom door bang shut. 

"What the hell was that all about?" Ray asked, looking at Fraser with a
confused look on his face. 

"I have no idea," replied his lover, turning off the stove and removing
the eggs, which he ladled into the three plates sitting on the counter. 

The two of them were almost finished eating when Frannie came downstairs
again. 

"Where did you go, huh?" Ray asked. 

"I just burnt myself on the side of the pan," Frannie said, a bright smile
on her face. Then she began eating. 

Upstairs she'd pondered whether to tell them that she knew all about them,
but had decided against it. When they wanted her to know, they'd tell her.
"Coffee, Benton?" she asked, holding up the coffee pot. 

"Thank you, Francesca," Fraser replied, holding out his cup. 

"No problem," Frannie said. 

THE END 

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