Sauce    Sauce by Barbara J Webb

 Author's webpage: http://members.tripod.net/~Hth

  

 This story is slash, containing characters who (sadly) do not belong to
me and both happen to be men who want to have sex with each other. I'm not
writing this for any gain other than my own personal amusement. This story
is rated NC-17-RK for sex involving Ray #2. 

 What follows is the third installment in the "One Ray, Two Ray, Old Ray,
New Ray" (with all due deference to Dr. Suess) which will have something
in it to please or offend everyone, including Fraser/Kowalski pairings,
Fraser/Vecchio, and even Vecchio/Kowalski. You have been warned. 

 This story is a sequel to "No Ship Like Partnership." 

 any comments, suggestions, or complaints can be sent to me at
magik@socketis.net 

 "Sauce" by Barbara J. Webb 

 The smells coming from the kitchen were almost unbearable to Ray, they
were so good. This was the reason he hated meals cooked at home: you could
smell the stuff, and know it was there, almost ready, but you just
couldn't eat it yet. You had to wait. Take out was instant gratification,
and even delivery wasn't right there in front of you, teasing you,
laughing at the fact you couldn't eat it yet, even though it smelled
perfectly done. No, only home cooked meals made you just sit and wait for
them, and Ray hated waiting. 

 It was just too much. Ray flipped off the TV and crossed the short
distance into the kitchen, where Benton Fraser was busy cooking their
dinner. Fraser had all four burners on the stove covered with steaming
pots and saucepans, and Ray could smell the bread in the oven. Spices and
half-used vegetables were strewn across the counter in an impossibly
orderly fashion, as Fraser stared thoughtfully at a pan of red sauce, as
though it held some long-lost cosmic wisdom. 

 When Fraser had come to Ray's apartment, announcing that he wanted to
experiment on Ray, it had sounded fairly harmless. Especially when Fraser
announced his goal to try to learn Italian cuisine so he didn't have to
impose on Mrs. Vecchio Ray was all for Fraser getting himself divorced
from that family, and once more removed from his connection to the real
Ray Vecchio. But this was driving Ray nuts: Fraser in the kitchen with the
food, neither of which he was allowed to have. 

 "So what do we have here?" The small kitchen put Ray automatically in
very close proximity to Fraser if he wanted to be on the same side of the
bar counter. He poked his finger into the sauce that Fraser seemed so
intent upon before the Mountie could stop him, licked it off his finger. 

 "Seafood Marinara, with both linguine and rigatoni to put it on. That's
an Alfredo, for the breadsticks in the oven." He patiently took a hold of
Ray's wrist as it reached in for another taste, gently returning it to
Ray's side. "It's not done yet, Ray." 

 Ray darted his fingers into the pasta on the left, pulling out a long
linguine noodle and dropping it on his tongue. "No?" 

 "You're going to burn yourself." Ray's grin must have alerted Fraser, and
he again intercepted Ray's grab for another noodle. This time, Ray feinted
towards the marinara again, and when Fraser went to stop him, ducked a
knuckle of his other hand into the Alfredo sauce. "I swear, you're as bad
as Diefenbaker sometimes." 

 "You don't say." And Ray had another noodle. "It all tastes pretty good."


 This time, when Fraser took a hold of Ray's wrist, he didn't release it.
"You're going to spoil you dinner if you keep sampling it before it's
ready." 

 "But I'm ready now, so why should I have to wait? I hate waiting, Fraser.
I hate waiting." Ray moved in closer, so he was standing slightly behind
Fraser, his chest against Fraser's shoulder blade, and slid his still free
arm around Fraser's waist. "How long you gonna make me wait, Fraser?" he
murmured against Fraser's ear. 

 But the Mountie's concentration and focus were in top form tonight, and
he would not be distracted from his task. He did, however, pull the arm he
was holding against him, keeping Ray pressed against his back, as he
shifted the stirring spoon to his empty left hand. This was far too much
of a challenge for Ray: surely, he could find some way to make Fraser pay
more attention to him than to the pasta. 

 He began nuzzling Fraser's neck as he moved the thumb of his trapped hand
in circles over the hard muscles of Fraser's stomach, easily detectable
under the thin fabric of Fraser's white undershirt. "Do you really think
that sauce is more interesting than me?" 

 "Of course not, Ray." Oblivious, as ever, to what Ray was trying to do,
Fraser turned his head enough to smile at Ray, and massaged Ray's wrist
with his fingers. "I find you much more interesting. Although pasta, in
itself, can also be incredibly fascinating. Did you know, for example and
this is actually a little ironic that spaghetti is often mis-attributed to
the Italians, when actually it originated in China, and was brought to
Europe by Marco Polo?" 

 "Ooh, that is fascinating." Ray flickered his tongue across the base of
Fraser's neck as he worked the fingers of his free hand into the waistband
of Fraser's pants, brushing them lightly down the side of Fraser's hip. "I
never knew pasta could be so enthralling." 

 "It's amazing, Ray. In fact " Fraser stopped as Ray's hand worked around
to the front of his pants. "Why do I feel as though you aren't really
listening?" 

 Ray nipped lightly at the joint between Fraser's neck and back. "Every
word." As he tickled his fingers across Fraser's fabric covered balls, he
tilted his head around to suck Fraser's earlobe into his mouth. 

 Even Fraser's iron will was beginning to fray under this assault to his
focus. He pressed back against Ray, letting out a low groan as Ray spread
the fingers of his trapped hand against Fraser's stomach, rubbing gently
in circles. "Ray, this meal will not turn out well if I'm not able to pay
close attention to its simmering." 

 "Do I care?" Ray's left thumb stroked Fraser's already semi-hard cock.
"I'm hungry now." 

 "It should be ready very soon." But Fraser's protests were getting
weaker. Ray could hear the throaty sounds of lust in Fraser's voice, and
mercilessly pressed his advantage. He rubbed his own hips against Fraser,
letting Fraser feel his erection rub against Fraser's ass, cupping his
hand over Fraser's bulge, while licking up the edge of Fraser's ear. "Oh
dear," Fraser murmured, leaning his head back against Ray's. 

 "C'mon, Fraser. What's a bit of dinner between friends?" 

 Now Fraser's eyes were closed as Ray assaulted him from all sides with
sensation. "Oh, Ray." 

 "Yeah, that's it. Leave the food for just a few minutes and come play." 
"Hmm." "What? What, hmm?"  

 Fraser opened his eyes again, leaning forward. "Nothing. Just...a
thought."  "Thought? What thought? What are you talking about, Fraser?"
The Mountie said nothing, and Ray was again frustrated that he'd  

 lost Fraser's attention. He was debating his next move, when Fraser
reached over and turned the heat of the burners down to a low simmer,
except for the marinara burner, which he turned off. "What are you doing?"


 "Only what you requested, Ray." Fraser turned around so he was facing
Ray, his back against the stove, his chest pressed against Ray's. He
leaned forward, catching Ray in a long, slow, Benton Fraser kiss.
Releasing Ray's hand, Fraser locked his arm around Ray's waist and held
him tightly. His other hand, he used to stick a finger into the marinara
sauce. "Did you want some more sauce, Ray?" 

 As Ray pulled away from the kiss to answer, Fraser brought his finger to
Ray's mouth. With a grin, Ray licked the red sauce from Fraser's finger,
sucking the finger into his mouth to get the last little bit off. At the
same time, he twitched his hips, rubbing his groin against Fraser's. "It's
really good sauce, Fraser." 

 "I'm glad you like it." Fraser fed Ray another finger-full of sauce.
"Would you mind undressing?" 

 Fraser didn't half to ask twice; Ray was out of his clothes in no time
flat. He stretched, and Fraser ran a hand down the length of Ray's torso,
causing Ray to shiver. When Ray stepped closer, Fraser put an arm around
his shoulders and gently swept his legs, easing Ray onto his back on the
floor. Ray flinched at the feel of the cold wood against his bare skin,
then sighed at the feel of the scratchy Mountie fabric on top of him,
pressing him down. 

 "Oh, yeah, Frase, oh yeah." Ray wriggled under the Mountie, barely able
to move under Fraser's weight and loving every moment of it. He let out a
long moan as Fraser's tongue found his ear, and closed his eyes as the
Mountie began nibbling on his earlobe. 

 "Keep your eyes closed," Fraser whispered into his ear, "and stay here a
moment." 

 "Fraser, what " 

 But a light finger was laid across his lips. "Please, Ray, shhh." 

 "Okay, Fraser." Dutifully, Ray kept his eyes closed as Fraser got up,
shivering as his warmth withdrew. He could hear Fraser over at the stove,
doing something with the pots, and began to fidget, tapping his hand
against the floor. "What are you doing? Are you cooking again? Fraser?
Fraser?" 

 Ray was about to open his eyes and complain, when he felt Fraser sit down
next to him, laying a warm hand on his chest. "I'm here, Ray." 

 Ray relaxed again. "What are you doing?" Then he felt a warm, clumpy
liquid being dripped onto his chest, and let out a yelp. "Fraser! What are
you doing?" 

 He felt the dripping liquid move up his chest, his neck, and then drip
onto his chin and lips. The smell...the taste it was the marinara sauce.
Licking his lips, he opened his eyes and grinned at Fraser. Fraser simply
returned the smile and leaned down over Ray, flicking his tongue lightly
across Ray's sauce covered nipple. "Hmm." 

 "What?" 

 "That is a very good sauce." Fraser poured another spoonfull onto Ray's
nipple, then gently sucked it off. Ray was wriggling at the sensation of
warm wetness, both from the sauce and Fraser's tongue, but Fraser's firm
hand on his chest was keeping him from going far. Already, Ray was
desperate for Fraser, but he knew from experience that Fraser could keep
teasing him for hours. It was at the same time incredibly maddening and
desperately exciting. 

 "C'mon, Fraser, stop teasing." His words choked off as Fraser locked his
lips over Ray's throat, sucking, his tongue lapping at the sensitive skin.
"Oh, yeah, I want you." 

 A long, slow stroke of Fraser's tongue followed the line of sauce down
Ray's neck, across his chest, all the way to his navel. "Patience, Ray."
Ray pressed against Fraser's hand, writhing on the slick wood floor.
"Shh." He was back at Ray's ear, sucking on the lobe. "Hold still." 

 "God, Fraser." Ray turned his head, latching his lips onto Fraser's. He
could taste the tangy marinara on Fraser's tongue as Fraser's mouth opened
to the kiss. Sucking on Fraser's tongue, Ray turned on his side, throwing
a leg over Fraser's and twining it with the Mountie's. "C'mere." 

 Fraser rolled back on top of Ray, brushing his fingers up Ray's arms to
entwine them with Ray's and straddling Ray's legs. Ray was still squirming
under Fraser, trying to rub his achingly hard cock against Fraser's ass
Bending his legs to give himself leverage, Ray tried to flip Fraser off
him, to gain some control over the situation. 

 Against Ray's lips, Fraser broke into a smile, pressing harder against
Ray. Fraser was heavier, and in a superior position, and not likely to
relinquish that position. So Ray changed tactics. He pulled his hands out
of Fraser's, bringing them to Fraser's knees. Fraser took that opportunity
to lean up, taking the spoon and dribbling more sauce onto Ray's lips. 

 It really was good sauce, and the only thing capable of dragging Ray's
mind away from desperate horniness was food. He opened his mouth to catch
the drops, darting his head up to catch the retreating spoon. This seemed
to catch Fraser off guard, and he managed to yank the spoon out of
Fraser's hand. Two hands reached for it as it clattered on the floor, but
Ray's was faster, and he slipped it behind his back, underneath himself. 

 "You want this?" Ray teased as Fraser tried to reach behind Ray's back to
retrieve the spoon. Twisting beneath Fraser, Ray kept it just out of
reach. Fraser wasn't quite laughing, but he had that wonderful, open smile
that always melted Ray's heart when he saw it. As he moved, Ray could feel
Fraser's hardness, and that felt pretty good too. It still amazed Ray,
when he thought about it, that he could have this affect on Fraser that
Fraser seemed to want him this much. And that train of thought brought
Ray's attention back to just how much he really wanted Fraser right now. 

 A wicked glint came to Fraser's eyes, and he leaned back, crossing his
arms across his chest. "Of course, I'd never take the spoon away from you
if you really want it, Ray."  "Fraser, what are you thinking?" "I don't
really need it."  

 Now Ray was worried. He tried to pull out from under the Mountie, one of
the few people in the world who knew the actual deviousness that could go
on behind the innocent- looking, angelic face. But Fraser had his thighs
locked around Ray's hips, and wouldn't let him go. "What are you doing,
Fraser?" 

 In answer, Fraser took the entire saucepan and dumped it over Ray's
chest. Ray sputtered at the indignity, then sucked in his breath as Fraser
pounced, chewing gently on the ridge that marked the bottom of Ray's
ribcage, flicking his tongue out to catch dripping sauce. This was too
much. Ray scooped his own hand through the pool of sauce on his stomach
and smeared it on Fraser's face. 

 "Hey!" Fraser protested. He licked Ray's palm, grabbing Ray's wrist
before he could pull back. Ray pulled Fraser forward, managing to smear
the red sauce all over the front of Fraser's white undershirt. 

 "Now what are you going to do?" Taking advantage of Fraser's momentary
distraction, Ray rolled them both over, so he was sitting on top of the
Mountie. "Huh? Now what?" Ray leaned down, spreading the sauce even more
over Fraser's clothes. "Ya seem kinda stuck there, Frase." He covered
Fraser's mouth with his before the Mountie could answer the questions. 

 "I hardly think that was necessary." Fraser was trying to sound prim, but
Ray could hear the smile in his voice. 

 Deftly, Ray unsnapped Fraser's suspenders. "Sure was fun, though." His
hand burrowed through the layers of fabric that separated him from
Fraser's bare skin, cupping his hand around Fraser's straining erection.
"And no less than you deserve, attacking me with food like that." 

 Now Fraser's eyes were closed as Ray stroked him. "Oh, Ray. Ray. Ray."
The whispered name was in synch with Ray's caresses, and Fraser's hand
migrated to Ray's cock, moving in unison with Ray's hand. 

 The rhythm was only broken when Fraser started to cum, and his hand moved
faster on Ray, pulling him over the edge with Fraser. Ray collapsed on top
of Fraser, resting his face against Fraser's shoulder. 

 Fraser brought a hand up to pet Ray's hair. "You know you're awful
messy," Ray commented. 

 "Of course, Ray." 

 With sudden energy, Ray jumped up to his feet. Fraser also rolled to his
feet, following his partner back over to the stove. "We can't eat this."
Ray was poking at the pasta that was now stuck to the bottom of it's pot. 

 "No, I think dinner may be inedible." 

 "I got all I wanted." He dragged Fraser back out of the kitchen. "Let's
go take a shower." Maybe it was time to reevaluate his stance on
home-cooked meals: maybe they could be fun after all.