Scenes from a Movie Theater   

Disclaimer: It's the same old, same old song and dance. (Sorry, just
couldn't resist, anyone remember that song?) 

Notes: This is the next installment in the 'Love in Strange Places'
series. It's definitely going to be much more cheerful than the last few I
wrote. 

Summary: Ray and Fraser go to a movie. That's it. Oh, and of course,
there's some nookie! 

Rating: R 

Author's website: http://home.att.net/~lojojan	Scenes from a Movie
Theater  By: Lori J  

You ever been out on a date with the Mountie? Course you haven't and I
better not ever hear that you have! Anyway, me and the Mountie, we're
tight. Been in love with him forever it seems like. Loving Fraser is easy.
He likes to put on a little 'I'm-a-perfectly-behaved-Mountie' routine in
front of everyone else, but get him hot under the collar.... 

Sorry, got lost in some, um, memories. What was I saying? Oh yeah, dates
with Fraser. I woulda been happy just hanging out at my place, scarfing
pizza. Not Frase though. No, he says he wants to 'court' me. Whatever that
means. Sounds nice though, sounds like it means forever. I am all over
that. Forever works for me. 

Last week we did something I wanted to do. We trade off, see. One week its
my choice, the next week his. My choice was the Museum of Science and
Industry. I think Fraser had a good time. I know I did. We'll have to go
there again sometime... 

He's picked some foreign movie. I dunno what its called. Don't think I
could pronounce it. All I know is that it was made by some French guy and
it has subtitles. S'ok with me, though. As long as I get to be with Ben I
don't care what I do. Hell, he could tell me we're skating naked in a
hockey game and it would be fine with me. 

Say, now there's an idea. Naked hockey. One on one of course. Hmm, gotta
think about that one. 

Right now I'm on my way to pick him up at the consulate. The Ice Queen
made him stay late cuz she's a bitch. Fraser says she can't help it, that
it has to do with the stick jammed up her ass. I tend to agree with him.
Thatcher's not all bad, though. She did figure out where we were that time
on the Henry Anderson...Alfred...Allen. Whatever. Wonder what she'd do if
she knew that me and Frase christened her chair last month? 

Fraser said he would get ready at the consulate, so I stopped at home to
take a shower and change. Nothing I hate worse than smelling like hookers
and junkies on a date. Sides, Ben can get kinda jealous. One time we were
working this case, real freak show. This husband and wife called in saying
they had been robbed. We go check it out and find that the couple have
their own, uh, business, I guess. One a them internet companies. They sell
dildos and sex toys by mail. Apparently they do a brisk business. You
shoulda seen Fraser. He was as red as his serge! Everywhere he turned
there was a dildo pointing right at him. I laughed my ass off after the
interview was over. 

So these two come home from a night out partying and find out they been
robbed. Someone broke in and stole a bunch of merchandise. Only took the
biggest dildos, left the small ones. Can't say as I blame them. Anyway, I
figure out halfway through the interview that both of 'em are hitting on
me. We're talking flirting big time. Guess they were swingers or
something, cuz they invited me and Frase to stay. The Mountie had been
staring at the floor, trying to not look at the sex toys lying around,
when he heard the guy extend the invitation. His head snapped up and he
glared at that guy something awful. If looks could kill... 

I asked him about it later and he got all red in the face. Said something
like I was *his* lover and that he didn't play well with others. I got one
of them, whatchamacallits....warm fuzzies. My Mountie is a sweet guy and I
love him. Told him so and got a big fricking hickey for my troubles. Right
on the neck too. He has no idea how hard it is to hide those things. I had
to wear turtlenecks for a week. Was fine with me, though. 

There he is, standing outside of the consulate. Looking good there, Ben.
Blue jeans, worn tight of course, red t-shirt, and a smile that could stop
traffic. Stops my car, anyway. I roll the window down and ask him if he
needs a ride. He gives me one a those special smiles of his and says
'Thank you kindly, sir, but I'm waiting for my date.' 

We like to play those kinda games. Just a couple a guys goofing off. Nice
to have someone to joke around with. Fraser has a kick-ass sense of humor.
It's just real subtle. Have to look quick or you'll miss it. We trade a
few more lines before he finally gets in. I start to drive away, but he
puts a hand on the back of my neck and pulls me in for a quick kiss.  

Whoa, now that was unexpected. Nice, but unexpected. I suppose we've
gotten bolder these last few months. Both of us are sick of hiding our
relationship. We talked it over one night and decided that we can't be
overt, but we don't have to hide it. So far, Fraser hasn't been able to
work up the nerve to kiss me in public. Guess he must have gotten over
that.  

I get over my shock and start driving again. I keep looking over at him.
He's got this little smile on his face. And what a gorgeous face it is.
You don't find many men as...pretty as Ben. Does me good to see that
smile, means he liked kissing me in the car and just might do it again. We
drive in comfortable silence all the way to the theater.  

Fraser always holds my hand in the car, and tonight is no different. He's
kinda...stroking the back of my hand with his thumb. Feels nice. There's
nothing he doesn't do that isn't nice. I useta say that I don't deserve
him. Frase cured me of that right quick. Told me that I deserved him and
to never let anyone tell me different. Tells me all the time how beautiful
he thinks I am. Jury's still out on that one, though he's working on it. 

Walking into the theater I'm surprised again when he reaches for my hand.
Public kissing and now public handholding? Think I like this. Don't have
to worry that anyone we know will see us. It's not like anyone from the
2-7 is gonna go to a foreign film. We must be in an OK neighborhood cuz no
one bats an eye. In fact, I see more than one guy couple holding hands.
Wish we could do this all the time. 

We get the tickets, some candy for me, popcorn for him. Ben doesn't like
to admit it, but he has a weakness for movie theater popcorn. He does make
sure that we get diet soda though. I think he figures the diet soda makes
up for the popcorn or something.  

Find some seats near the middle and sit down. I'm shocked; there are a lot
of people here. Didn't know that French guys made such good movies. We eat
most of the goodies waiting for the movie to start.  

The house lights go down and the movie starts. Grab for my glasses and
realize that I forgot them on my desk at work. Shit, now how am I supposed
to see the subtitles? I whisper to Frase that I don't have my glasses. He
gives me the 'look'. I'm sure you've seen it. The
'Proper-planning-prevents-poor-performance' look. I just roll my eyes at
him. We move down to the first row where I can kinda make out the words if
I squint real hard. There's no one else in the row with us. Who wants to
get a crick in their neck? 

The first hour is OK. Can't really tell what the movie is about. Seems to
just be a bunch of people sitting around talking about nothing in
particular. Maybe this is the French version of Seinfeld or something. My
eyes start to hurt after a while, so I stop trying to read the subtitles
and start whispering things in Fraser's ear. Things like 'Can't wait to go
home and then you can fuck my brains out.' Or 'I got a hard-on the size of
Florida, whatcha gonna do about it?' 

That last one gets his attention. His eyes meet mine for a second and I
see the hunger in them. Turns his head back to the screen, but his hand
slides up my arm, across my chest, and down my belly. Oh yeah, Ben, that's
the spot. 

My Mountie is a marvelous man. Try saying that ten times fast. I'll never
understand how that man can unbutton jeans one-handed. Must be something
they teach up there in the Yukon. He's got me unbuttoned now and his hand
is sliding under the waistband of my boxers. Of all the stupidest days to
not go commando! 

That thought flies out of my head as Ben finds what he's looking for. That
would be my cock, obviously. I'm so hard right now, don't know if I've
ever been this hard before.  

Lord God! But that man has talented hands. I'm trying to control my
breathing so no one else in the theater notices what we're doing. Doubt
they will. Fraser's still staring at the movie. You'd never know that his
hand is stroking me up and down, slow and gentle. I arch up into his hand,
can't help myself. They musta taught 'The Art of jerking your lover off'
at the academy too. 

He takes the hint and moves his hand faster and a little rougher. Just the
way I like it. Can't hear the movie anymore, there's this roaring in my
ears. Can't see too well either. I lay my head back against the seat and
stare up and the ceiling. Knowing I'm so close that it's only going to
take one more.... 

"Shit!" I yell. Out loud. In a movie theater full of people. Whoops.
Didn't mean to say that out loud. I get shushed by damn near everyone.	

Risk a glance at Ben. He's got this huge grin on his face. His hand is
still in down my pants and I don't mind a bit. I really don't want to stay
for the rest of the movie feeling all oogy, so I lean over and whisper in
Fraser's ear again. 

"Sure you don't want to go home and fuck my brains out?" 

That does it. He pulls his hand out of my pants fast, grabbing for his
handkerchief. I button up as quick as I can, knowing that I'm gonna get
lucky tonight. He stands up, grabs my hand and pulls me up out of my
chair. Kinda hard to stand, my legs are all wobbly. Good kind of wobbly,
though. 

Fraser puts an arm around me and hugs me close to him. I lean into that
perfect Mountie body and let him lead me out of the theater and to the
car. Hell, I'm feeling so mellow that I even let him drive. He's giving me
looks again. Only this time they mean he's hot and he's horny and I'd
better prepare myself for a mind-blowing night. 

Think I might suggest naked hockey next weekend. 

The End