Heated Exchanges I  

 rated R for explicit m/m situation 

 this is going to take a little explaining.... 

 a little while ago i had this exchange with Desi.... 

 Desi wrote.... 

 Hi there! This a Plot What Plot (PWP) I started writing several months
ago. 

 and i replied..... 

 thanks, i was wondering what PWP meant, from the kind of stories that
mentioned this, i thought it might be Playing With Penis.  

 not that i minded.... 

 anyway i was inspired to try writing a PWP myself... the first attempt
didn't work out too well, bits of plot kept sneaking in, so i abandoned it
and started again. but as i still liked what i'd written i decided to
finish it and post it here. hence the title... HE II is the PWP i intended
to write... 

 disclaimers etc... 

 Heated Exchanges I 

 Even for a traditional Chicago mid-summer, it was incredibly hot. The
hottest day on record, the radio was saying. It didn't improve Ray's
temper any to be stuck in a traffic jam, half a mile away from the
Consulate and 15 minutes late. When he finally arrived it was closer to 45
minutes, and Ben had already gone. Walking home, in this heat! If only
Ray's cell phone hadn't chosen today to die on him, he could have warned
the Mountie he'd be late. 

 Driving to Ben's apartment took another 40 minutes, it would have been
quicker, if suicidal, to walk. Inside the building it was even hotter...
Ray took the elevator, something he usually preferred not to do. He
knocked on the door of the apartment, but there was no response and,
concerned that Ben had been overcome by the heat, he opened the door. A
couple of steps took him to where he could see most of the apartment. His
jaw dropped when he saw Ben sprawled on his back, fast asleep on the bed. 

 It wasn't just that Ben was almost naked, it was, well... the way he was
almost naked. His undershirt had been pushed right up his chest and his
boxers were unfastened and pushed down off his hips. One hand rested near
where his cock lay in a pale, perfect curve across his belly. He was
glistening with sweat, a sticky trail of semen across his chest. 

 Ray gulped. There wasn't any doubt about what had happened here. He found
himself feeling a mixture of amusement and arousal. The Mountie had such a
squeaky clean image, that it hadn't occurred to him that even Ben got the
urges that other men had. He'd better get out of here, he thought, before
Ben woke. That would be way too embarrassing for both of them. 

 It was already too late. Ben's open eyes were fixed on him. He sat up,
his face showing a tangle of emotions - shock, anger, fear... other things
Ray couldn't interpret. 

 "Hey, Benny. It's OK. We all do it, we just don't talk about it, that's
all..." Ray was backing away, resisting the urge to turn and run. Just as
he was about to do exactly that, Ben gave an angry cry and turned,
flinging himself face down on the bed, inadvertently exposing to Ray's
startled gaze a butt only half covered with thin white cotton strained
almost to breaking point. 

 Ray was still more than half inclined just to run for it, but something
about Ben's posture worried him. Embarrassment he could understand, but
this seemed far more serious. He went over to the bed and perched on the
very edge, careful not to touch his friend. He could see the tension in
Ben's neck and shoulders. "Is something wrong, Benny?" 

 "No. What could possibly be wrong, Ray?" The bitterness in Ben's voice
disturbed him, it was so unlike his normal behaviour. 

 "Listen, it's nothing to be ashamed of. The heat makes us all horny..."
he tried a weak laugh, "what do you think I'll be doing when I get home?"
He saw Ben shudder, his hands clenched in the pillow. Ray was beginning to
get a very uncomfortable feeling about this... he put his hand on the pale
shoulder and felt Ben flinch away with a half smothered gasp. It couldn't
be, not straight-as-a-die Benny! But it was, he was sure of it. 

 "Go away! Leave me alone, Ray." Ben sounded like he was close to tears.
He couldn't leave his friend like this. 

 "It's OK, Benny. I understand... I don't mind, honest..." The muscular
shoulder under his hand tightened, God, Benny's whole body was shaking
with tension. It gave him an idea. A way to show Benny they could still be
friends. 

 "Hey, let me give you a back rub, you'll feel better." 

 No answer. 

 Deliberately taking Ben's silence for agreement, he went over to the
kitchen area and got out the bottle of olive oil he'd given Ben to cook
with. It would do for massage. On the way back he pulled his silk shirt
off over his head, oil stains were impossible to get out. 

 Seated a little more comfortably on the bed, Ray peeled the undershirt
off Ben's unresisting body then poured a little oil into the palm of his
hand. He didn't need to warm it on a day like this. He began with Ben's
shoulders, gently kneading them free of the tension, moving up his neck to
the small damp curls of hair and down again, over and over. It was a long
time before they began to relax, but eventually he was able to move down
the smooth muscled back using long slow strokes. Ben began to breathe in
time with his movements, slowly relaxing into them. Ray splayed his
fingers out, curving them around the ribcage and down the Mountie's sides
as far as his waist, then in again and down to his lower back, then up his
spine, repeating the motion in a slow rhythm. Gradually he slowed the
movements of his hands and lightened the pressure until it was little more
than a caress. It was almost hypnotic... 

 Ray realised that he had completely stopped, with his hands resting on
Ben's waist, and that Ben was trembling. Come to that he was feeling a
little shaky himself... In a voice he scarcely recognised, Ray told Ben to
roll over. Ben just moved his head in a silent negative. 

 "Oh, come on Benny. You think I don't know what happens to men during a
massage? Just turn over." 

 Ben did as he was told, flinging one arm across his eyes and turning his
head away. Carefully not looking too far down his body, Ray began to
massage Ben's shoulders and chest. Every time one of his fingers brushed a
nipple he could feel Ben flinch a little. He let his hands slide down over
the flat belly. His touch had to be light here. The tremors under his
fingers intensified, but he let his hand linger, unable to believe what he
knew he was going to do next. 

 He made himself look first. A long pale shaft, slightly flushed with
suffused blood, and marked with blue veining. He'd never seen a man with a
foreskin before, the tip was tapered rather than rounded... he couldn't
remember seeing anything quite so beautiful. Slowly Ray reached out and
touched the shaft, felt it quiver slightly, heard Ben make a small, almost
hurt sound. He began to stoke it gently, at first with just his
fingertips, then curling his hand around the whole shaft, squeezing
slightly, the way he liked it himself. Ben's breathing came quicker, but
he made no other sound as his body's responses took over. It didn't take
long... a small gasp from Ben, the pulsing of his cock, a sharp thrust of
the hips and a stream of milky fluid spattering across the pale skin. 

 It hadn't been so difficult, Ray thought, ignoring the pounding of his
heart, the discomfort of his own arousal. If that was what Benny needed
from him... He looked up at Ben's face, still half covered by his arm, his
hand clenched into a fist. There were tears sliding out the corners of
Ben's closed eyes. 

 "Benny? Are you OK? Isn't this what you wanted?" 

 Ben let his arm drop and opened his eyes, glaring at him. "I'm in love
with you, damn you! Do you really think this is all I want from you? I
should never... I just needed... oh damn..." He turned away, but the
shaking this time had nothing to do with desire. 

 Ray felt sick, this wasn't what he'd meant to do, he never wanted to hurt
Benny... not Benny. He reached over and grabbed Ben by the shoulders,
pulling him around and up into his arms, cradling him against his shoulder
while his friend wept soundlessly. When it was over he said, shakily "My
undershirt's all wet... want to help me take it off?" 

 "Don't, Ray. You're only making it worse." 

 Ray drew a deep breath. "I never expected this... I don't know how to
deal with it. But I know that I never want to hurt you, ever. And if I can
make you happy this way, I want to do it. I'll prove it..." He took one of
Ben's hands and held it to his own aching erection. "You see? I want this
too." 

 "I thought it was just the heat, making you horny." 

 "And you. You're so beautiful, don't you know that?" 

 Ben sighed, his dark head shifted slightly against Ray's shoulder and he
lifted his hand away from Ray's groin. But a moment later soft lips
brushed Ray's throat and the hand pulled at his undershirt, drawing it
free of his pants and then sliding underneath, moving up over his chest.
God, it felt good. He moaned softly and began to caress the pale body he
was holding in his arms, sinking down onto the bed. 

 Both Ben's hands were touching him now, sliding the undershirt up over
his head. When it cleared his face, Ray found himself looking into blue
eyes at very close range. He stared, caught by depths he'd never noticed
before. Ben smiled slightly for the first time, his fingertips stroked
Ray's cheek, his lips, his throat. Very slowly, he closed the small gap
and kissed Ray gently on the lips. It was the briefest of caresses,
leaving Ray suddenly wanting more. Next time it was Ray who leaned
forward, lips parting eagerly. 

 They lay pressed into each other's arms content, for a while, just to
explore with their hands and mouths until Ray could barely contain his
hunger. Then Ben acted, quickly rolling onto his back, pulling Ray on top
of him. He unfastened Ray's pants and dragged everything down over his
hips in one swift movement. 

 Ray gasped at the sudden release of his cock from its confinement. He let
his hips drop to press against Ben's, their cocks sliding against each
other, his initial shudder transforming into urgent thrusting. Ben
encouraged him with moans of pleasure... and hands placed strategically on
his buttocks. He climaxed suddenly, with a guttural groan deep in his
throat, and almost immediately felt Ben join him. They lay, panting, in a
tangle of limbs, their bodies slippery with sweat and semen, recovering
slowly from the exhaustion of the heat and the emotions generated by their
lovemaking. 

 Ray closed his eyes and let himself drift. Now that it was over, he was
unsure of what would happen next; he suspected that Ben was no more
experienced in this particular situation than he was. So when he felt Ben
move away, he just kept still; but soon he realised that Ben hadn't gone
anywhere. Ray opened his eyes. Ben was leaning up on one elbow, staring at
him, smiling. Ben's eyes slid over his body in an almost tangible caress
and, to his surprise, Ray found his body responding. Already? Well, he
didn't mind, not when it felt so damn good. 

 Ray lay with his hands linked behind his head and watched as Ben began to
caress his body with one gentle hand. It moved over his chest, fingers
splayed to run through his chest hair, slyly teasing his nipples to
hardness and then gently rubbing them. He sighed with pleasure, in no
hurry now. The hand, pale against his tanned skin moved slowly,
enticingly, downwards, lingering over the pulse beating visibly on the
left side of his belly, tweaking the hairs that grew in a fine line down
to his groin. His cock trembled and began to stir, swelling noticeably.
Ben began to trace the outline of the larger veins, following them to the
ring encircling the head, his thumb moving over the glans lightly, pausing
at the slit, exploring. His cock was throbbing insistently, he could even
see the pulse leaping in one of the veins, until Ben's hand encircled him
and began to move rhythmically up and down the shaft. 

 Ray was floating in a sea of pure desire when suddenly he was left bereft
of pleasure. He opened his eyes, protesting inarticulately and saw that
Ben was removing his pants and briefs entirely, sliding them down his
legs. That was good. He cooperated. Then his cock was enveloped by a warm,
wet sensation and a gentle hand began to massage his balls. Ohhh, God!
Yes! He thrust his fingers through Ben's disheveled hair, holding him
while his body plunged recklessly beneath. The mouth tightened around him,
and his cock grazed against the hardness of Ben's teeth, driving him wild,
sending him over... 

 It took longer, this time, to come back. He wanted to drift, in a sensual
daze, without having to think about the consequences of what he'd just
done. But his mind just wouldn't cooperate... what did all this mean? was
he gay now? He'd just made love with a man... but not just any man... He'd
long ago given up trying to fit Benny into any category, it never worked,
he'd no sooner decide that he'd got it figured out than Benny would do
something completely unexpected. In the end, he'd just decided that Benny
was Benny and forgotten about it, refusing to be surprised by anything the
man did. Until now. 

 He opened his eyes and smiled into Ben's face. He didn't have to be gay,
he decided. He just loved Benny, that was all. And, to his amazement, it
seemed that Benny loved him. 

 elaine