International Incident    International Incident by Shannon McKinnon

  

 This one doesn't have very much of a plot, I'm afraid. And it does have
two men having sex with each other for no other reason than that I want
them to.
 If the idea of two men engaging in sexual relations offends you or just
doesn't interest you, you had probably better turn back now. You know,
when that very nice Sister was teaching that creative writing class, I am
pretty sure that this is NOT what she had in mind... Rated NC17 for m/m
sex. 

 Comments welcome. ShannonK@webtv.net 

 INTERNATIONAL INCIDENT 

 "Tell me again why we're doing this, Benny?" Ray Vecchio asked. 

 With an effort, Benton Fraser held back an impatient sigh. The 'this' his
lover was referring to was a reception being held at the Canadian
Consulate for a group of visiting English dignitaries. 

 "I am doing this because I am required to be there as part of my job. And
you are doing this because Inspector Thatcher said I could bring a guest
and you wanted to go with me rather than spend the night alone." 

 "I know, but it's going to be boring." Ray's voice was dangerously close
to being a whine. 

 This time Ben did sigh. "It will only be a few hours, Ray. Free food,
free drink, stimulating company..." The last was said with a suggestive
grin. 

 Ray moved closer to Ben. "I don't need to go to a party to be stimulated
by you, Benny." He kissed Ben and pulled him into a fierce embrace. Ben
sighed with pleasure and returned the kiss. Finally, Ben reluctantly
pulled away. 

 "Ray, as delightful as this is, if we don't leave soon we will be late." 

 Ray gave a long-suffering sigh. "The things I do for you, Benny." 

 "I'm very grateful, Ray." 

 "How grateful?" 

 "Well, I can't describe it in words, exactly. I will have to show you
later." 

 A slow grin spread over Ray's face. "I'll look forward to it, Benny." 

 Ben smiled back at him. "Have I mentioned yet how gorgeous you look
tonight Ray?" 

 It was true. Ray was wearing his gray Armani suit with a green silk shirt
that matched the color of his eyes exactly and a dark gray tie. Ben wasn't
sure he would be able to keep his eyes off of Ray long enough to attend to
his other duties. 

 "Are you flirting with me?" Ray asked. 

 "Most assuredly." 

 "Lucky me." 

 Ben gave Ray another kiss. Ray broke away and took Ben by the hand. "Come
on, love. Let's go get this party over with so we can get back here." 

 

 Ray had known the reception was going to be boring, but this was
unbearable. He didn't even have Benny to keep him company. Fraser had to
circulate among the other guests and make sure everything was going
smoothly. Ray watched Ben as he moved about the room. Ben was looking very
handsome himself tonight. Even though it was a formal reception, the staff
were not required to wear their full dress uniforms, so Ben was wearing
his brown uniform. This suited Ray just fine. He much preferred the brown
uniform. There was nothing wrong with the red one, Ray just thought that
Benny looked more handsome in the brown. 

 Ray had been trapped by a man who was telling him in excruciating detail
about his last rugby match. Ray pretended to listen while keeping himself
entertained by watching Benny and wondering how long it would take him to
remove Ben's uniform using nothing but his lips, teeth and tongue. It was
definitely a question worth finding the answer to. Ray grinned to himself
at the thought. 

 Ben saw Ray grinning at him and smiled back. Ray allowed his grin to turn
into a suggestive leer and to his delight Ben flushed and looked very
flustered. Ray finally took pity on him and looked away. Unfortunately, he
was again trapped by the man with the endless rugby story, and could not
get away for over ten minutes. 

 When he next spied his lover, he saw that Ben, too, had been trapped, but
in far more dangerous circumstances. A blonde woman from the English
delegation had been very actively pursuing Ben all night, and she had
dragged him out onto the dance floor. As he danced with the woman, Ben
caught Ray's eye and very clearly mouthed the words "help me". 

 Ray almost laughed out loud. Poor Benny looked helpless. Hell, when it
came to women, he usually was. Ray walked onto the dance floor and tapped
him on the shoulder. "Excuse me, Constable, but there is a matter on the
balcony that requires your immediate attention." 

 "Oh, certainly." Ben said, trying very hard to disguise his relief; and
almost succeeding. He turned to his dance partner. "I'm terribly sorry.
Please excuse me." The two men walked away, leaving the woman looking
disappointed and angry. 

 Once out on the balcony, Ben turned to Ray. "Thank you." 

 "You're welcome, love. But there actually is something you need to take
care of out here." 

 "What's that, Ray?" 

 "Dance with me, Benny." 

 Ben glanced back towards the reception. "Ray, we can't." But the longing
was plain in his voice. 

 Ray gently pushed him away from the open door, back into the shadows.
"Dance with me, Benny." He repeated softly. 

 Without another word, Ben took Ray into his arms, and they held each
other, swaying to the music. Ray maneuvered them backwards until Ben was
pressed gently against the wall. He put his hands lightly on Ben's hips. 

 "I love you, Benny." 

 "I love you too, Ray." 

 Ray captured Ben's mouth with his own, and Ben's tongue darted forward
eagerly, parting Ray's lips. Ray accepted his tongue happily, sucking on
it and tasting the unique taste that was Benny, as well as - champagne?!
He pulled away in surprise. 

 "Benny, you've been drinking?" 

 "Just a glass, Ray. It was a toast." 

 "Ah." 

 "Ah?" 

 "Yeah. Ah." 

 "You're not upset, are you?" 

 Ray answered by kissing Benny again, trapping Ben's body against the wall
with his own. 

 "Do I seem upset?" 

 "No." 

 Ben kissed Ray, pulling him even closer than before. He ran his hands
over Ray's chest, luxuriating in the feel of the silk. Ray held on to
Ben's hips and rubbed his groin against Ben's. Suddenly he heard a
disgusted sigh from behind them. 

 "Can't I leave the two of you alone for a minute?" An irritated voice
asked. It was Inspector Thatcher. 

 "Apparently not." Ray snapped, feeling more than a little disgusted
himself. 

 "Um, is there something you wanted, Sir?" Ben asked, his voice not quite
steady. Ray took it as a sign of Ben's flustered state that he was not yet
standing at full attention. Well, not all of him, anyway. Ray grinned
evilly at his lover and did not move away. 

 "Ray..." Ben whispered pleadingly. 

 "Yes, Fraser?" Ray was enjoying this immensely. 

 Meg sighed again. And she had thought Vecchio was annoying when he and
Fraser were just friends! "Pardon me, Detective, but if it's not too much
trouble, could you kindly unhand my Constable? He is needed inside." 

 "But I'm not done with him yet." 

 "Ray!" Ben hissed, and even in the dim light, Ray could see him blushing.
Despite herself, Thatcher laughed. 

 Fraser moved away from Ray. "Yes, Sir?" 

 "Turnball needs help bringing more wine up from the basement." 

 "Yes Sir." With more speed than was strictly necessary, Fraser left the
balcony, leaving Ray grinning after him. He turned to see Thatcher staring
at him. 

 "What?" He asked. 

 She shook her head. "Vecchio, what am I going to do with you?" 

 Ray offered her his arm and his most handsome smile. "Dance?" 

 To her own astonishment, Meg took Ray's offered arm. 

 

 Ben and Ray were back in Ben's apartment, relaxing and unwinding after
the reception. It was a hot night, and Ben's apartment was very warm. The
small fan was doing little more than move the hot air around. Ben had
fixed iced tea for himself and Ray and the two men sat at the kitchen
table, drinking and re-hashing the evening. 

 "I think it went rather well, Ray." 

 "Yeah, there are worse ways to spend an evening, I guess. But there were
way too many people there. I thought I'd never get you to myself." 

 "Well, you handled yourself very well, Ray." 

 "Did you think I wouldn't?" Ray sounded offended. 

 "No, of course not." 

 "Yes, you did." Ray was grinning now. "You thought I was going to start
an international incident or something." 

 "Ray..." 

 "I'll show you an international incident, Constable." He stood up, and
crossing over to Ben's chair, drew him roughly to his feet and into a
kiss. Ray's tongue was prying insistently at Benny's lips, and Ben eagerly
opened his mouth, welcoming Ray's tongue with his own. Suddenly, though,
Ben drew away. 

 "What?" Ray moaned. 

 "Well, Ray, it is rather warm in here, and I wouldn't want you to become
over-heated." He removed Ray's jacket and draped it carefully over the
back of the chair. Next the tie was removed and tossed over the jacket.
"Better?" He smiled at Ray. 

 "I don't know, Benny. I'm still a little bit warm." 

 "Oh, allow me to take care of that, Ray." He slowly undid Ray's shirt,
button by button; kissing, licking and nibbling each new patch of flesh as
it was exposed. He pulled the shirt out of the waistband of Ray's pants,
then slid it off his shoulders and down his arms. The shirt was casually
tossed on top of the other clothes. Next Ben removed Ray's belt. 

 Ray decided that he should take a more active role in the proceedings,
and quickly divested Benny of his jacket and tie. 

 "Take your shoes off, Ray." Ben had Ray's pants around his ankles, but
was unable to remove them further due to Ray's loafers. Ray kicked off his
shoes and stepped out of his pants. He looked at Ben, still in his shirt
and pants. 

 "You're overdressed, Benny." 

 "Did you want to do something about it?" 

 "Oh, yes." With much more haste and far less care than had been shown to
his own clothes, Ray tore off Ben's shirt. He looked aghast at the
undershirt, suspenders and pants. "Geez, Benny! How many layers of clothes
are you wearing?" 

 Ben just looked at him with a devilish smile. With an exaggerated sigh,
Ray slipped the suspenders off Ben's shoulders and went to work on his
pants, while Ben removed his undershirt. 

 Ray was now trying to remove Ben's boots, which was no easy task. Ray
tugged at the shoe laces while muttering about the stupidity of lacing
boots so high. Ben laughed softly, then bent to help with his boots.
Eventually his boots and pants were both removed, and the two men stood
facing each other in their boxer shorts. 

 Ben leaned forward and kissed Ray. "You still look warm, Ray. Let me help
you." Picking up a glass of iced tea, he led Ray to the bed. 

 Ben pushed Ray gently down onto the bed, and knelt over him, straddling
his hips. He placed the glass on the bedside table and began stroking
Ray's thighs through the soft material of his shorts. 

 "Mmm.... silk. Nice." He murmured. 

 "Oh, I don't know, Benny. There's something to be said for cotton, too."
Ray said, reaching up to squeeze Ben's buttocks. Ben smiled and leaned
down to kiss him. A second later Ray gasped as he felt something cold
touch his chest. 

 He looked down and saw that Ben had removed one of the ice cubes from the
glass and was now applying it to his chest. 

 "Benny, what are you doing?" 

 "I'm trying to keep you cool, Ray." Ben replied. He circled the ice cube
over one of Ray's nipples, watching with satisfaction as the nipple
hardened. 

 "Geez, Benny!" Ray gasped. 

 "Oh, is that too cold? I'm sorry." Ben covered the nipple with his mouth
and breathed on it. The feel of Ben's hot breath on his cold chest sent a
chill through Ray, and he moaned softly. Ben swirled his tongue over the
nipple, tasting it thoroughly while he applied the ice cube to Ray's other
nipple. He then repeated the "warm up" procedure. Ben then placed the ice
cube between his teeth and ran it down Ray's chest to the band of his
underwear. He stopped and looked up at Ray questioningly. 

 "Benny! Don't you dare!" 

 Ben managed to grin while still holding the ice cube in his teeth. He
laid himself across Ray's body, kissing Ray as best he could, and when he
felt Ray's mouth open, he let go of the ice cube, letting it drop into his
lover's mouth. 

 Ray seized the opportunity - and Benny. He managed to roll Ben onto his
back, and now Ray was the one straddling Benny. Ray looked at Ben
thoughtfully for a minute, then swallowed the ice cube. He grinned at his
lover and picked up the glass of iced tea. 

 "Ray, what are you doing?" Ben asked nervously. 

 "Well, Benny, you're looking a little over-heated yourself." Ray poured
the iced tea over Ben's chest. 

 "Ray!" 

 "Oh dear, now I've made you all sticky." Ray looked the picture of
innocence. He bent down and thoroughly cleaned the tea off of Ben's chest
with his tongue. Ben lay back and sighed in delight as Ray's tongue
caressed his chest. He reached up and stroked the back of Ray's head,
delighting in the feel of the silky, close-cropped hair. 

 "Oh, Ray!" He breathed. He lifted Ray's head off his chest and brought
him in for another kiss. He slid his hands slowly down Ray's back to
caress his ass. He slipped his hands inside the waistband of Ray's boxers
and slid them down to his knees. 

 Ray reached out and pulled down Ben's shorts. Ben lifted his hips off the
bed to aid in the removal. Ray lifted his head to look down at Ben.
Benny's face was flushed and sweating, and his eyes were a bright, blazing
blue. Ray thought that Ben had never looked more beautiful. 

 Ben reached up and gently stroked Ray's face, then drew him down for
another brief kiss. Ray moved down to nuzzle Ben's throat, then moved down
his body, covering it with kisses. 

 Finally, Ray reached his true goal. He took Ben's penis in his mouth,
running his lips lightly down the length of it before letting it slip from
his mouth. Ben gave a small, disappointed moan. Ray took Ben's cock into
his mouth again, all too briefly. 

 Ben moaned again. "Ray... please." 

 "Please what, Benny?" 

 "Please!" It was little more than a breathless gasp. 

 Finally, Ray took pity on his lover. He ran his tongue lightly up the
underside of the shaft, then took Ben's cock into his mouth, sucking
gently. 

 Ben's soft moans and sighs of pleasure drove Ray on, and he began sucking
harder. Ben began bucking his hips, gently at first, then more and more
wildly. 

 Ray grabbed Ben's hips to steady them both; and Ben dug his hands into
the bed sheets. 

 "Ray!" Ben gasped, and Ray grasped his hips more tightly. But Ray didn't
need Ben to tell him he was near the end. He dug his fingers into Ben's
hips hard enough that he left red marks on the skin. With a last desperate
cry, Ben came, and Ray swallowed, feeling the usual mixture of sensual
enjoyment at the taste and feel of Benny and disappointment that it was
over. 

 A second later, with a sharp cry of his own, Ray came too, then collapsed
forward to lie sprawled across Benny's chest, both men breathing harshly.
Finally, Ray rolled over to lay next to Benny. Ben reached out and took
Ray's hand, intertwining their fingers. 

 "If this is your idea of an international incident, Ray, I'm all for it."


 Ray chuckled. "Maybe it's more along the lines of improving relations
between our two countries." 

 "Well, Ray, I am fond of Americans. Well, certain Americans." 

 "Which ones?" 

 "Italian Americans." 

 Ray laughed softly and gave Ben a kiss. "Lucky me." 

 "Lucky for both of us, I'd say." 

 The two men lay silent, drifting towards sleep. Suddenly, Ray's voice
broke the silence. 

 "Benny?" 

 "Hmmmm?" 

 "Didn't you say that a delegation from Australia was going to be in town
next month?" 

 The End