Pure Maple Syrup  

 m/m sex RATED: R 

 Hi everyone. Has this worked? This is my first story to the list and I
hope you enjoy it! It's a silly, silly one before I send my better stuff.
Ratings ... erm, I don't know how to work that out but it's pretty
raunchy! Comments welcome. 

 PURE MAPLE SYRUP! 

 by Laurie Taylor 

 It was, Ray decided, Fraser's fault. Here he was, alone and bored in
Fraser's derelict apartment, surrounded by that unique musk from leather
and saddle soap and distinctly *not* surrounded by Benton Fraser himself -
it was no wonder his mind began wandering. No wonder, moreover, that he
lay down on Benny's narrow cot with his nose buried in the lumpy pillow
and sucked in that heady blend of wildness and timidity; handled the man's
spare shoulder strap, oiled and ready for use at a moment's notice, and
ran it under his nose before straddling it, letting it rock back and forth
across his crotch causing all sorts of intriguing pressures. His
imagination ran riot: 

 Fraser's lips devouring his, that silver-pale chest heaving under his
coaxing hands, those magnificent kneadable pectorals and hard fuscia pink
nipples. Aah, and those powerful thighs, rippling with the muscles
developed by mounting horses not, unfortunately, cops and in between
them..... yummm. 

 He was going to have to stop this; thinking about his best friend - his
very masculine best friend - like this! A glimpse of peaked nipples under
water plastered shirt after Fraser pulled him from Michigan, a tantalising
view of those eminently cuddlesome thighs as he lay prone in the hospital
bed - and suddenly Ray was summoning up fevered images of everything else!
What would Father Biehn say, his mother?! What, more to the point, would
Fraser say if he knew what Ray was thinking about every time he slid out
of the Riv showing those oh so squeezable cheeks? Wow, but he needed to do
something *right now* to deflect his filthy imagination before he came in
his pants like a 15 year old kid at his first peep show. He wandered
frantically, skittishly, round the spruce apartment lifting ornaments,
touching photoframes and sifting absently through neatly stacked books.
'Der Besuch der alten Dame,' yup, that was going to keep his attention, no
doubt about it. Why the hell did Fraser borrow such mindblowingly tedious
books - and why the hell were most of them in a foreign language?! He
meandered into the kitchen, opened cupboard doors and poked amongst the
less than stimulating ingredients. Fraser's culinary expertise was even
more limited than Ray's. Dief rolled open a lazy eye as the squeaky door
of *his* cupboard was opened; he thumped his tail a few times but soon
gave up and went back to sleep when the grumpy human glowered at him,
hands on hips, and kicked the door closed. 

 Perhaps the refrigerator would hold treasure unlooked for. Nope,
apparently not; a carton of suspiciously dated milk, cream and a bottle of
maple syrup. There was a twitch of recognition from his groin. Ray looked
over at the cognac coloured liquid then at the bulge in his trousers.
Maple syrup, hmmm..... Interesting.... 

 Benton Fraser courteously opened the building door for Mrs Garcia, tipped
his hat and climbed the three floors to his apartment. He'd phoned Ray to
tell him that he would be late back - due to a sudden excess of enthusiasm
by Inspector Moffatt concerning a Consulate mascot - but he knew how ...
fretful his partner could be when he was delayed. He turned the door knob,
entered with his usual economy of movement and crossed into the kitchen
calling to Ray. 

 "Ray!? I'm sorry I was so long. While I'm sure Inspector Moffatt is a
fine officer, I find his approach to the job somewhat idiosyncratic - good
evening, Diefenbaker - for example, today, he had - " He stopped abruptly;
Dief was eyeing him in a most unfriendly fashion and there was the
distinct, overwhelming in fact, smell of maple syrup. 

 "Ray?" 

 Innocent as a lamb to the slaughter, Fraser walked into the bedroom, a
half formed question on his lips - and froze. 

 There lying on a towel on his bed was a very shiny, very *naked*, Ray
Vecchio..... 

 "Oh dear," Fraser said, echoing the words he'd stuttered when another
member of the Vecchio tribe had dropped her coat at his door and offered
herself to him. He put his hand over his eyes for good measure but the
damage had already been done. He'd already seen the slick oil glinting off
hard muscle and intriguing hollows, had glimpsed that forbidden fruit of
Ray's ... appendage rising unashamedly from his body. Perhaps the
situation deserved more that an 'oh, dear,' perhaps it was urgent enough
to warrant an 'oh my.' He peeked through trembling fingers - definitely.
"Oh, my!" 

 I've been waiting for you," Ray said unnecessarily and Fraser noted that
his voice had deepened to a husky rasp. Interesting. 

 "Ah, yes well, as I indicated - tea?" And he legged it out of there into
the sanctuary of the kitchen. 

 The kettle was threatening mutiny it appeared because he couldn't get the
lid off to fill it. He located two mugs, eyes studiously in front of him
like when he was on guard duty and measured out coffee and tea. Milk? Ah,
no, that would mean the refrigerator and a view of the bedroom. They'd do
without milk. 

 "Fraser?" He flinched at his name and peppered coffee granules all over
the floor. Perhaps Dief would oblige by licking them up. Licking ...
"Coffee's ready, Ray," he said with commendable restraint and sat at the
table with an audible plop. There was silence for a moment, except his
hammering heart, then he remembered the pizza he was going to order in for
dinner and grateful for the diversion, called, "Dinner's on me, I believe.
Pizza." 

 A mellow, decadent laugh from the other room. "Wrong, dinner's on me -
maple syrup. Lots of it. Come here, Benny, before it goes cold." 

 Was that really him getting up from the table and walking back into the
bedroom? Was that really his knees bending by the bed and his shaking hand
reaching out to wipe sticky syrup from a warm belly and raise it to his
lips? Oh dear - it was. 

 "Mmmmm," thrummed Ray and pushed up to meet Benton's questing hand. "You
have no idea how long I've been thinking of this." 

 The mountie apparently thought Ray required an answer in months and days.
He shifted nervously on the floor, tilted his head in that endearing
manner, when he couldn't provide the data. "I'm sorry, Ray, I have no idea
- " 

 Ray had grabbed hold of his ears and was tugging gently but inexorably at
his head until the mountie's flustered lips met his. "Shut up, Benny," he
giggled and bit down on one succulent pouting lip. Benny opened his mouth
to fluster a reply and the detective took advantage by thrusting his warm,
very wet, tongue into the haven. Thought flew from Benny's mind as the
kiss deepened and deepened. He wouldn't have believed the depth was
possible without choking but it most certainly was. After a while, Ray
pulled back, sucking encouragingly at Fraser's squirming tongue inviting
it into his mouth. Fraser obliged, tasting Ray's toothpaste, the different
brand of mouthwash and the three pieces of chewing gum he'd had since
lunch. It was intoxicating, like being drugged. He lifted his hands to
cradle Ray's head, meld their lips closer, and was rewarded by the
chest-deep groan reverberating round his tongue. They had to pull apart or
suffocate. Fraser's eyes were smoky blue as Ray hauled his friend's larger
frame onto the bed and guided that panting mouth to a cherry-ripe oily
nipple. He could never have imagined the jolt of pleasure that ran
directly from his tongue to his groin as he delicately licked at the
little nub. His cheek was adhering to Ray's chest hair but that was
alright, he had no intention of moving. He licked tenderly at the
sugar-coated nipple then suckled voraciously, unabashedly, humming his
contentment. 

 "Benny!" 

 Ignore him, he'd shut up soon enough and he really did not want to let go
of this nipple. Yummm. 

 "Benny!" And Ray was tugging at his ears again. 

 "What?" he asked as he raised his head a fraction and was surprised and
shocked by the tone of impatience. 

 Ray giggled. "Clothes, Benny." 

 "You're not wearing any," he replied and the innocent, sincere confusion
was indecent considering what he'd been doing. 

 "I know that! *Your* clothes, you moron!!" 

 "Oh." He unglued himself from Ray's congealing body and stared
pedantically at the webs of gloopy mess across his shirt and trousers.
"Great Scott, Ray! Have you seen the state of my uniform!" 

 "Mmmmmm," Ray mumbled highly pleased and stretched like a cat whose being
stroked just right. "Looks to me like it'll have to come off. All of it,"
he added with vast satisfaction. He tugged at Fraser's shoulders, flipped
open the epaulets and, before Fraser could form a thought never mind a
protest, was stripping off his jacket. When Ray whipped a finger across a
sticky thigh and smeared it on Fraser's heaving, tingling chest, it was
just too much. He fell forward over the cop's happily squirming body and
began the clean-up operation in ernest, starting at the pulse point in his
long, swan-like neck. As the oral attentions progressed to his collar
bones, Ray slid his hands down the Canadian's trousers until he could
grasp sweaty squeezable cheeks. Thrills of pleasure pulsed up and down his
nerves and he kneaded the buttocks in time to the devastating rhythm.
Benton advanced to Ray's chest, taking his time now, analysing each shiver
of pleasure, each heartfelt gasp and each flinch of muscle. He catalogued
the micro-changes in temperature from one inch of flesh to the next,
tasted the miniscule differences in skin texture and noted the various
patterns, swirls and pools that the syrup made as it cooled, dried or
filled hollows; sometimes it lay in tiny puddles, still glistening and
wet, sometimes it clung to chest hair like strands of brandysnaps and
sometimes it adhered smoothly and perfectly to the flesh beneath like a
second skin. It was exhilerating, electrifying to taste Ray like this, so
open, so exposed and sexy. He just couldn't get close enough. His
trousers, usually kind of baggy, were now tight and far too restrictive;
whilst the harsh rasp of wool against hard flesh had its value, he
*needed* to feel skin sliding against skin. It meant moving and he was
dismayed by how clumsy his hands were but finally he managed to wriggle
out of his trousers and fall full length across Ray. His cock nudged
against Ray's and suddenly there was no air, there was just no air! He
panted and panted riding on the crest of phenomenal pleasure until,
eventually he could regain control. Impatience stabbed through him,
aroused by that exhilerating contact with Ray's shaft and, hardly knowing
himself, he pushed Ray's sticky legs apart. Ray thrust wild at the first
feathery touch of tongue but Fraser wasn't having that. Ray was nearly
there, he could sense it in every pore of his body never mind see the
evidence in the painfully hard crimson tumescence, but he wasn't going to
allow him to come, not yet, not until he'd savoured this most intimate
part of him. 

 "Fraser!" Ray howled as the mountie ringed the base of him and slid his
welcoming mouth down the length. Up and down, up and down. Little swirls
were added to the repetoire then the gentlest of pressures of teeth over
sensitive glans. Ray was bucking, control stripped, and it was all Benny
could do to hold him on the bed. It was the most savage, feral and damned
erotic thing Benny had ever done. Ray was need, animal-rutting need; he
was strength and vibrancy and he was pulsing veins. Fraser consumed him,
fed off him, sucked him like a lolly. With a bellow, Ray was there, the
long overdue orgasm crippling him, convulsing his muscles, tearing him
inside out as pulse after glorious pulse spewed out. Benton opened his
mouth wide and accepted the offering contentedly. 

 Minutes past whilst Fraser sucked the last of the syrup from Ray's
shuddery thighs and groin, eased away the sensitivity and whilst Ray
spiralled back down and collected some semblance of reason. 

 "Hey," he said when he could manage to form the grunt. 

 "Yes, Ray?" Fraser replied politely looking smug and redolent. 

 "That was ... indescribable!" Ray''d lifted his head to speak but the
effort of maintaining it at that angle was too great; he plopped back down
and stared instead at the ceiling. 

 "Yes, it was," Benny replied. He squealed when Ray danced a wicked hand
down his spine to the dark crease in between his buttocks. The cop
explored further, digging into aroused, very needy flesh. He giggled and
whispered something dirty and enflaming into Fraser's ear. 

 "Your turn," the cop declared after a thorough inspection and had the man
rolled over before he could execute his trademark blink. Ray's smoky hazel
eyes met Benton's dazed blue ones. 

 "How?" 

 The cop grinned, lighting up the apartment, the world as he stroked Ben's
erection. "Well - I did happen to notice that you've got a bottle of
squirty cream in the refrigerator!" 

 "Oh, my!" 

 "Mmmmm." 

 ltaylor@provider.co.uk 

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