A Lousy Date    

Title: A Lousy Date
 Author: Pita Patter
 Archive: sure, anywhere just let me know, please.
 Pairing: Fraser/Vecchio
 Rating: NC-17, slash, graphic stuff, not much of a plot.
 Teaser: Ray's date turns out bad. In so, it turns out good.
 Disclaimer: Characters are Alliance's, yadda yadda yadda. Big sigh. 

  A Lousy Date 

  

Constable Benton Fraser sighed and rubbed his eyebrow absently. His sore
back was complaining, and his head seemed to be throbbing in pain, as he
put away the few last items that needed to be put away before he headed
home. As Ben moved around, the Consulate was quiet, not an unusual
circumstance considering it was a little after 1:30 a.m. The reception at
the Hilton Towers for a few foreign delegations had been a success. 

Ben knew, of course, that much of his current foul mood had nothing to do
with his exhaustion due to his dedication to the success of the banquet.
Lately he was having a hard time controlling his feelings towards his
partner Ray Vecchio. It was getting hard to be around Ray, to watch his
fluid motion, to scent his natural odours, to feel his energy... 

Dealing with romantic feelings was not something his family had taught
him, lest when those feeling were focused on a loud, brash, sexy Italian
Catholic cop. Ben was sure Ray did not return those feelings. That
unrequited love broke Ben's heart, but intellectually he accepted his
situation. Ben was sure that revealing the way he felt would cost him
their friendship. That was something he could not accept. So he would shut
up and carry on as if those feelings never existed.  

Normally Ben was able to act as such. Lately, however the Mountie was
overwhelmed, and the situation was getting totally out of hand. The
Canadian was having a hard time focusing on his job, and this was not
improving his professional relationship with Inspector Thatcher, either.
He had been reprimanded at least three times last week. Fortunately, the
banquet's success might cut him some slack with his stern superior
officer. 

If Ben let his mind wonder, his every waking thought was about Ray. In one
too many occasions his body would embarrass him in sentry duty, and he
would rush inside the Consulate after his hour had ended to relieve
himself in the most embarrassing way. His mind held no images other than
Ray's face, or his beautiful hands, the elegant fingers, those full lips,
the aristocratic and never ending neck, so inviting... 

At night, of course, things only tended to get worse. Laying on his cot,
eyes closed, Ben indulged his imagination on the fullest mode, figuring
how would it feel to have those hands on his chest, those lips on his
lips, those fingers on his hair as Ray run his tongue on the outside of
his ear shell... Unsurprisingly enough, the Mountie was having a lot of
trouble getting some sleep these last days.  

Ben chided himself for the lack of control. He tried to concentrate on the
friendship, so that he could try to stop those thoughts from plaguing him
in such insistent way. He even thought of telling himself over and over
that his feelings would not find echo in Ray and that his Italian friend
probably would never consider a relationship with another man. Such
circumstance would sure terminate their friendship and that would kill
Ben. A distant and inaccessible Ray was better than no Ray at all. His
problem was convincing his body.  

After fulfilling the last of his obligations, Ben turned off the lamp at
the Consulate's front desk and sighed again. Time to go home. Alone. Not
even Diefenbaker was there. He chose to spend some time with his friend
Willie Lambert. The ingrate. Ben was inclined to believe Diefenbaker's
absence was due to his current mood.  

Maybe that night alone would help Ben cheer up a tad. The next day would
be a Saturday, and since it was his day off, he could indulge a little and
sleep in. Oblivion could mitigate his pain a bit. 

Ben locked the front door and glanced at the corner automatically, even
though there was no chance of a green Buick Riviera was parked at the
usual spot at that time of night. Then his heart raced. There was a green
Buick Riviera parked at its usual spot. As if it was waiting for him to
come out. Could it be only his imagination? 

Great Scott, now I am seeing things. 

The Mountie rubbed his eyes as if to dispel the apparition, but the
familiar vehicle was still there. Ben approached it with weary steps. 

"Ray?" 

A weak smile. "Hi Benny."  

In the faint light of the street, Ben could see Ray was wearing his
grey-pearl suit, the one that enhanced his green eyes. The Canadian tried
to contain his heart inside his chest. "What are you doing here, Ray?" 

"I went to the Hilton, but the reception was over. Then I went to your
flea trap - sorry, your apartment, - and it was empty, so I figured you
might be here. It was just a guess." A shrug from beautifully articulated
shoulders. 

"It was a good guess, Ray, but you still haven't told me why you are
here." 

"I came to drive you home." 

"It was very considerate of you, but I still..." 

"Will you just come inside, Frasier?" 

"Understood." 

Ben slid to the front seat, and kept his hands on his lap, missing the
Stetson. He was not wearing the hat for it was a gala night, but it
usually helped him keep his hands busy. That moment, however, his mind was
filled with other things. Precisely, it was filled with the things Ray was
not telling him. 

The Riv glided silently through deserted streets of Chicago until Ben
asked, "Are you alright, Ray?" 

"I am fine, Fraser", and everything indicated he was not alright. 

Nothing more was said during the entire trip to West Racine. It was in
sepulchral silence that Ray killed the Riv's engine in the front of the
building, as Ben invited, "Would you like to come up, Ray?" 

"Sure." 

They climbed the stairs in silence and Ben let Ray inside. The Italian
slumped with a sigh on a chair as Ben put the kettle on the stove. "Don't
you want to talk, Ray?"  

The cop raised his head to look at Ben, then smiled. Ben almost melted at
the sport. Those huge green eyes were filled with a myriad of emotions,
and in them there was pain, fear and gratitude. "I had a date, Fraser." 

The Canadian quickly hid his surprise. "Really?" His voice came out
slightly altered. Ben did his best to hide his pain to realise that some
woman could be having everything he really wanted to be happy: Ray's
smiles, Ray's charm, Ray's unique aura... 

"It was such a lousy date, Benny." 

"I am sorry, Ray". Liar! 

The kettle boiled, and Ben busied himself for some minutes making coffee.
It was fine coffee, very fancy, coming all the way from South America or
Indonesia. He never had any. He only had coffee in his apartment because
Ray liked it.  

"There was no reason for things to go so bad, you know." Ray sighed,
misery plain in his face. "I pestered her for months. Valerie is such a
cute girl, legs that go on forever... You know her; she is the secretary
at the assistant DA's office near the South Side. Anyway, I took her to a
nice cosy restaurant, and I tried to charm her, you know?" 

Ben nodded, his acute hearing not missing the despair in Ray's voice.
There was anger in it, too. "Then I looked at her, Benny, I looked at her
and I saw her. I mean, I really saw her. I felt a heel. The poor girl sure
had a family somewhere, and all I was thinking was of lewd things to do to
her. I was treating her like a hooker, wanting nothing more than get
laid."	

A tear rolled down his face, and Ben felt his heart breaking for Ray's
pain. "I began to feel uncomfortable. I was there with a calculated goal.
It was like a mission: take her to bed. That was my only goal. After that,
of course, I would discard her like a worn-out object." 

"Ray, you would never do that."  

Ray's head was down, as if he was defeated in some sort of competition.
"Yes, I would, Benny. Yes I would. And that is the tragedy. Until I
realised what was going on, I was sure that I would do it. When I came to
my senses and what I was about to do, I felt uncomfortable. Something was
bothering me, and I could not place it." 

A cup of coffee was offered, aristocratic hands took it, the head never
came up. The words flowed away. "At that time, I was pretending to be
someone I don't like: a real scumbag who wanted to get lucky. Poor Val.
She did not deserve that. As I tried to feel better, Fraser, I realised
that Val was not what I wanted." He sighed, shook the head. "It has been
along time since I last had a date, Fraser. We hang out a lot, and I don't
have been hanging around with girls as much I used to. But I realised then
that I wanted a different kind of date. I wanted to be on a date that I
could be myself, that I could be at ease. Carefree, you know? " 

A tear spilled inside his cup of coffee. For the first time, Ray's voice
cracked. "I realised then that I was only at ease with you, Benny. You
were the only one I wanted to be with, the only one that makes me feel
good with myself. I don't have to pretend with you. But maybe that is what
I have to do from now on." 

Fraser felt his heart speeding up. "I don't understand, Ray -" 

"I think I love you, Fraser." It was whispered, a confession with fear and
honesty. "You probably don't want to hear this, but I have to tell you
anyway. God help me because I love you and I don't want any more dates. I
only want you, and now I am gonna spend the rest of my life unhappy
because either you are gonna beat the hell out of me and kick me out of
your place right now or you will just leave me and my lewd and lustful
feelings for you alone forever or you may even threaten to get your wolf
to tear my throat out because you are disgusted of me and -" 

Ray stopped, because his name was being called over and over, softly.  

"Ray, Ray, no. Stop it, Ray." 

There was silence. Ray stifled a sob, his eyes closed so the tears would
not fall in the coffee again. Time stood still. Then Ben finally could set
his muscles in action, overwhelmed in emotion, his eyes also filled with
tears and hope and love, but Ray never saw it, because he backed off when
he heard Ben moving. The Italian was certain his friend was so disgusted
that he would throw him out at any second. Ray could not contain his tears
anymore, and his heart ached so much that all he wanted to do was escape
Ben's presence. 

"I am sorry I let you down, Benny. I will leave." 

The Mountie finally trapped Ray in his arms. "No!" He held the Italian
hard in his arms. "No. I will never let you go, Ray." 

There was a fog in the Italian's brain for a second. "What?" 

Ben used two fingers to lift Ray's chin and make their eyes meet. Then his
voice came out slowly and softly, every word pronounced meticulously. "I
said I will never let you go, Ray. What I meant to say was I love you,
too." 

Blue eyes met green ones, the first pair filled with reassurance and love,
and the second one filled with tears and confusion. Ray backed off a
little, but Ben never let him go from his arms. "Benny, you... Are you
sure?" 

Ben almost laughed, but he just smiled. "Yes, Ray, I am quite sure. I have
been sure for a while now." 

"Really?" 

"Yes." 

"And you... I mean, you..." 

Ben rested one of his hands in Ray's chest while the other was still
around the cop's waist. "Ray, I love you. I can't get my mind off you. Now
that I know you feel the same, I will never let you go." 

A lot more tears leaked from Ray's eyes as he saw the determination in
Ben's lovely face. "Oh, God, it's true. You love me." 

"Yes, Ray." 

"And I am not dreaming." 

"No, Ray, you are not." 

More tears. Happy tears. "But it feels like a dream, Benny. I never
realised...that you were... I mean... you don't show that you are... you
are... you know..." 

"Gay?" 

"Yes". Ray had to take a deep breath, wipe the tears and take courage.
"Because let me tell you, Benny, I sure did not know I was one either,
until I realised I was in love with you." 

"Ray, I am not worried about being gay or not. I don't even think about
it. All I think about is you." 

There was a lovely smile, and Ray was once more moved to tears. Ben held
him, and he supported his friend as he sobbed for a few minutes. Suddenly,
he pulled back. 

"Awl, jeez, Benny, I am sorry! This is your good red serge tunic." 

"It is quite alright, Ray. Don't worry. Come here." 

He tried to guide Ray to bed, and the Italian felt his knees buckle,
halting suddenly. "Benny... I don't think... I mean, I don't..." 

Ben looked questioningly at him, then realised what his friend was
reticent about. "Ray, I am trying to make you get some sleep. I have
nothing but honourable intentions." 

"Good, because... all this is so new to me, Ben, and I am so scared. I
couldn't handle a lot of stuff right now." 

The fragility and vulnerability Ray showed brought Ben to hold him tight
and say, "It is alright, Ray. Everything will be alright." 

Ben managed to bring the exhausted cop to his bed, taking his suit and
tucking him in. Then he turned the light off and went to Ray looked up and
asked, "Benny, please don't go." 

"I am not going anywhere." 

Green eyes flickered in the dark and suddenly Ray looked 10 years old. "I
mean, stay with me. Please?" 

"Of course. I just need to stop in the bathroom, OK?" 

A few minutes later, Ben was in his red long johns and Ray was sound
asleep in Ben's bed. The Mountie smiled, thinking how long he wanted to
get Ray to his bed, but the circumstances were not what he dreamt. So he
just chuckled and slid under the covers carefully not to wake up Ray. The
cop mumbled something in his sleep and attached himself to Ben, seeking
warmth and comfort. Ray's head naturally rested in Ben's chest, the
Canadian heartbeat a reassuring sound. Ben smiled, glad to have Ray in his
arms, and settled himself to sleep. 

For a short while, it worked. 

Ray yelped and sat up in bed, panting. Ben raised immediately, still
groggy from sleep. 

"Ray?" 

"I had a dream, Ben." 

"A dream". 

"I dreamt I was in love with you, and you were in love with me, all
because I had a lousy date with a secretary." 

"Ray." 

"Yeah?" 

"That was not a dream." 

"Not?" 

"Not." 

"Good." 

"Good?" 

"Yes. Because the dream went on, and then we were... you know... we were
together in bed." 

"Ray, we are together in bed."	

"I mean that we were together together in bed, Benny." 

"Oh." Then Ben realised what he meant and blushed. "Ooh." 

"Yeah. And that part was a dream, right, Benny?" 

"Yes, Ray, that part was a dream." 

"Oh." A pause. Low voice. "Benny, I had another epiphany." 

"Another one?" 

"I don't want that part to be a dream. I love you, Benny. I want you." A
wicked gleam was in his eyes. "Do you want me?" 

Ben felt his insides turning alive below the waistline. "Yes, Ray, very
much." 

Ray turned to him. "I am glad you do, Benny." 

"Not half as I am." 

Then he pulled Ray towards him, and their lips met. It was a soft touch at
first, and their eyes were opened. Ben could barely feel the softness of
Ray's lips, the warmth of his skin. The second time was a little longer
and they just touched, until the Italian parted his lips, and Ben did not
waste time to gently push his tongue inside his mouth. 

To Ray, it was a whole other dimension. The feeling of that Canadian
tongue all inside his mouth, warm, probing and gentle, was too much to
bear, and his body began to get the idea. To Ben, it was everything he had
always imagined. Ray's lips were sweet and tender, and his mouth was a
furnace of delights. Impossible for one not to get burned. 

Ray could not tell for sure how everything happened, but suddenly he was
on Ben's arms, their bodies touching, bringing him pleasure in ways he had
never thought possible. Ben opened his lips, receiving Ray's tongue,
feeling the sweetness increase by tons. His hands began to roam on Ray's
slender back, pulling him closer as if it was possible to crawl under the
Italian's skin. But that wonderful skin was covered, and so his fingers
went to the buttons of the fancy shirt, as his lips wondered from those
lips to the succulent side of the elegant neck.  

Ray shuddered violently, panting, and began to return the favour. The long
johns demanded a bit of effort, but the minute they were bare-chested,
there was more kissing, and the temperature in the room began to rise. Ben
revelled in Ray's body, his lips travelling in his chest, then stopping in
one nipple. The small nub hardened when his tongue lapped over it, and Ray
gasped. "Oh, Benny..." 

Ben wished he could answer, but he'd rather pay some more attention to
Ray's other nipple at the same time he shifted Ray's body a little, so he
was on the top. Then his mouth went down to that extraordinarily beautiful
belly. Ray's body was trembling, and Ben gently opened the belt buckle.
The trembling worsened. 

Ben forced himself to say, "Ray... If you don't want this..." If you don't
want this I will die, was his thought. 

  

"Benny, please. Don't stop." 

Grinning, Ben went back to his task, kissing Ray's belly and taking off
his pants and briefs. Apparently in slow motion, the strained beautiful
Italian penis leapt out from its clothing confinements and stared at Ben
right in the face. He tried to do something, anything, but for a moment,
he was in shock, staring back at it. The Canadian felt his own member
hardening even more just from staring at that exquisite portion of Ray's
anatomy. 

Suddenly, Ben felt hands grabbing his arms and pulling him up, and Ray was
fumbling with the long johns, gasping. "Benny, please, please." 

The Italian only seemed to return to a healthy breathing when Ben was rid
of his last piece of clothing - the starched white boxers. Then Ray seemed
to forget how to breathe. Or talk. Never, in his entire life, had Ray seen
a more beautiful body. The pale skin, the irreproachable curves, the
flawless lines. Such Canadian design was only found once in a lifetime.
And, apparently, it was all his. 

Ben looked at Ray staring at him, and for a moment he feared Ray was
having second thoughts. God, let that not be so. Ray raised his head and
looked at his lover. All Ben's doubts crumbled in pieces. Ben felt his
soul melting at the sight of the smile Ray cast at him, and thrust himself
in trusting Italian arms, heart exploding with happiness to know Ray
wanted him as much as he wanted him. They kissed again, their passion
fuelled by the skin contact and basic instincts took over. 

Cock touching cock, hips thrusting against hips, Ben and Ray soared in
passion and desire. Ben never knew there could be so much need. Ray never
knew he could want someone this bad. Both never felt so complete. 

Completion, actually, was just a few thrusts away. Ben could feel the
pressure building in his groin. It was a familiar sensation, and one that
was totally different, too. This time it was not a mere function oft he
body. It was Ray with him, and they were both connecting in a deeper
level. His breath quickened, and he knew he would not last long. 

So he stopped. 

Ray whimpered when the motion ceased. "Benny..." 

"Too soon, Ray", Ben tried to catch his breath. "It must last longer." 

"No!" Ray pulled him against his body. "No, please, Benny. I need this. I
need to feel you with me. Please, Benny." He nuzzled the Canadian's neck
and licked it all over. "I need to come, and I need to see you come." 

There was some sort of desperation in Ray's voice, and Ben could feel the
other man's need for reassurance. How could he deny any request from his
Ray? "Yes Ray." 

"Please, Benny". Ray's hips were already moving forward, seeking contact.
"Please. Let's do it." 

Ben manoeuvred once more to have their groins together, and Ray hissed at
the renewed contact. The sound excited the Mountie, and the grinding
restarted in almost frantic levels, and their limbs intertwined even
tighter than before. Hard flesh against hard flesh, forehead against
forehead, a multitude of textures, the heat climbing, and there was no
room for rational thought, only the savouring of sensations. 

"Oh, Benny..." 

"Ray, Ray..." 

Ben felt the world spinning out of its axis for a second and this groin
exploded, spilling hot fluid in Ray's belly at the same time his throat
emitted an unarticulated sound. In seconds, it was Ray turn to shower
Ben's stomach with his juices. The Italian let his body limp against Ben,
trying to recover his breath and the sensation of landing after such a
high flight.  

  

The Mountie was still busy trying to learn how to breathe again, maybe
think, too. His heart was racing from more than merely physical exertion.
Making love to Ray was much more than he had ever imagined in those long
and lonely nights. It made him feel in a way he never thought possible. 

In automatic movements, Ben disentangled himself from Ray's long limbs and
brought a washcloth and began to carefully clean them both. Even his
gentle movement woke Ray up from his light doze. The Italian smiled and
placed his hand in Ben's hand, put the washcloth away, then pulled the
Canadian towards him to make their lips meet again. Surfacing for air, Ray
faced his beautiful Benny and smiled. "I am so happy, Benny." 

The Canadian searched the cop's face. Ray's emotional state seemed to have
changed from the insecurity he had shown moments earlier. "Are you OK,
Ray?" 

The smile on such Italian face was priceless, and Benny felt his heart
racing. "Like a million bucks. I am still having a hard time believing
this is not a dream, but other than that, I am swell, Benny boy." 

"I am also overwhelmed, Ray. I never thought this could be possible." 

"I had never imagined, Benny. Why didn't you say anything?" 

Ben could not help to blush. "I was afraid to jeopardise our friendship,
Ray. It is very important to me. Even now, I am afraid that we could not
be friends anymore, since we are lovers." 

"What?!" Ray's reaction was a little bit more than Ben expected. "Benny,
we will never stop being friends. We love each other a long time, and now
we took this love a little further, that's all." He searched the sapphire
eyes, solemn in his own way. "At least that is how I feel." 

Ben felt tears pricking. "I... I couldn't live without you, Ray. Hiding my
love from you was killing me." 

Ray held him tight, feeling his Canadian heart racing against his. "I am
sorry, baby, I am so sorry. I was stupid, I should have seen it." 

"But Ray," Ben quickly wiped a few tears that insisted on leaking from
eyes, "you did not know how you felt." 

There was a small chuckle on Ray's lips, a faint blush and he slid his
fingers through the thick Canadian dark hair. "Benny, maybe I was just
scared I could not see what was right in front of me. Blind, you know? But
now I can see."  

Ben gave him one of his most prized smiles, that type that could beam
away. "You look so much more relaxed now. When you showed up at the
Consulate, you seemed to be angry." 

"Not only that, Benny. I was also frustrated. And terrified by the fact
that this could have been the last time I saw you. I was facing a lifetime
of pain and loneliness ahead of me, Benny. Because without you, my life
would be over and it would not have been fair." 

For a moment, they just stood there, holding each other, inhaling their
scents, feeling warmth and love surrounding their embrace. The room was
silent, the noises from the street distant and oblivious to the new
lovers. 

Ben began to feel his heart racing again. He started to place little
tender kisses on the Italian delectable neck, each time whispering the
name of his beloved. "Ray. Ray. Ray." 

"Hmm?" 

"Ray, please. I'd like", more kisses, now coming to his chest, "to ask you
something." 

Ray sensed his breath quickening. "Ask away, Benny. Just don't stop what
you're doing." 

Ben was already down Ray's belly enough to reach his navel. "Ray... I need
you to claim me..." 

The tingling in Ray's groin increased remarkably and his voice almost
faltered. "Benny... I am not sure I understood what you mean." 

"Ray..." The Italian looked down and his lower belly seemed to catch fire.
Benny had stopped all activities and rested his head on Ray's hip to look
up at his amazing lover. The expression in his face, the sparkle in his
eyes now tinted as midnight blue, made Ray melt and shiver all over. "Make
love to me." 

The Italian forgot how to breathe, head spinning. "Benny... Are you
saying...? Geez, Benny, I... I just..." 

"Please, Ray". Big-eyed Mountie look, full mode, now. "I really need this.
It is totally imperative that I feel our connection in the deepest level
possible. And I can't think of anything deeper than this." 

"I just don't want to hurt you, Benny. You know I have never done it
before." 

"I have not either, Ray. But I have... imagined it, and it was not...
totally unpleasant..." 

That rocked the boat for Ray. "You have imagined? As in, like, you had a
fantasy with me?" 

"Of course I had fantasies about you, Ray" Benny blushed beautifully. "I
never thought I would be like we are now, so I had to imagine. Besides...
you are such a good subject for fantasies..." 

"Oh, Benny, you keep talking like this, and we might be here all night
long." 

"As long as you are inside me, Ray", Benny still blushed, but he was
panting, his body shivering in anticipation. "Ray, please. You don't have
to do this if you don't want." 

"Are you kidding?" The Italian pulled him into his arms. "I am excited
just to think about it." 

"Ray...." 

Ben searched Ray's eyes, and saw nothing but desire there, and that sight
sent fire through his veins. He kissed his Ray deeply, and moved his hand
down his flat belly, until he reached the other man's penis. The mere
touch made Ray cry out in pleasure. Ben used his fingers in the head,
gathering some pre-cum from the slit. Instinctively, Ray was bucking his
hips, moaning. Excited, Ben knew that only pre-cum was not lubrication
enough, so he jumped up, and just said, "I will be right back". 

Ray whimpered loudly at the sudden loss, but opened a smile when he saw
Ben coming back with a small bottle of olive oil. The Canadian brushed his
lips and asked, "So you are sure?"  

"Yes, Benny." Green eyes met pleading blue ones, shining with lust. Ray
wished he could freeze that image, because he had never seen such passion
in Fraser's face. Ben still had the olive oil and Ray put his hand over
Ben's to take the bottle from him. They were both shaking. 

Ray sat up and Ben lay down quietly, their breath breaking the silence in
the bedroom. The cop gingerly spread the liquid in his hands and looked at
Benny, laying in his side, looking over his shoulder to keep eye contact
with Ray. Their gaze locked. 

Then Ray shook his head and sighed. "No, Benny. I am sorry. I can't - I
just..." 

Ray was backing out. Deep disappointment hit the Mountie as a ton of
rocks. But he instantly recovered, thinking of how Ray should be hurting.
He sat up and took Ray in his arms, rushing to reassure him. "Ray, it is
OK. I said you don't have to do this -" 

But Ray struggled and got free from Ben's arms. "No, I meant I can't do it
without looking at you. I need to see you. I won't do it from behind you,
OK? I am just afraid to hurt you, Benny. I know this is the safest way for
the first time, but I wanted to do it face to face. What do you say?" 

It took precisely six seconds till Ben realised what Ray meant. Relieved
for another five seconds, he smiled, thoroughly moved by Ray's concern.
Ben was having a hard time controlling his deep emotion, feeling as if his
heart would burst from sheer love to Ray. The Mountie used the back of his
hand to gently caress his lover's face and tried his best no to choke. "I
say... I love you more than anything in my life. And I want you to have me
any way you want." 

Ray thrust his tongue inside Ben's mouth and breathed, "I love you, too,
you crazy Mountie. Now I want to make love to you." 

His oily hand sneaked to Ben's gorged member, and the Canadian gasped at
the touch. "Like this, Benny?" 

He began gently tugging his balls, and leaning towards him, using his body
to make his lover lay down on his back without taking his lips from Ben's.
"Ray...", sighed Ben. 

"Shh, Benny... let me make love to you." 

"Yes, Ray." 

Now the oily finger was stroking his perineum, and Ben sensed part of his
brain melting away. A very large part of his brain. "Make me yours..." 

Ray positioned in between Ben's thighs and looked once more at the perfect
Canadian designed being offered to him. "You are so beautiful, Benny." He
leaned to kiss him once more and began to use the tip of his oily finger
to tease Ben's tight opening. Ben moaned loudly, and it was muffled
because Ray had not release his lips. 

Gently, lovingly, the digit was dipped inside Ben's body. He spread his
legs, easily accepting the intrusion, feeling in and out movements, trying
to suck some air the minute Ray let his lips go. The Italian was lost in
such beauty, and he moved the other hand to massage Ben's balls. The
second finger was added, and then Ben gasped loudly. "Ray, Ray. Now, Ray,
please." 

Never one to deny any of Benny's request, Ray used his oily hand to lube
up his own cock, and positioned himself. "Ready, Benny?" 

"Please!" 

This was as close as begging as Ben could ever remember in his life. Ray
guided his cock to the tight orifice and gasped as it made its way gently
through the tight tunnel. Ben moaned even louder at the sensation of Ray
joining him, filling him, sharing him. "Oh, dear!" 

"Benny, are you OK?" Ray's voice was filled with concern and he stopped.
"It if hurts, just let me know". 

"It feels so good, Ray", he whispered. "It's just...so much better than
anything I ever imagined." 

"Oh, God, Benny," Ray kept on feeding him more and more of his cock until
he was buried deep in Ben, tightness and heat enveloping him as he had
never felt before. Then Ray retreated slowly to re-enter with more vigour,
sending cascades of pleasure through Ben's and his body. They moaned
together, Ben shutting his eyes tightly. Ray repeated the slow invasion
motion once, then twice, and the thrusts were more insistent, and Ben was
in another dimension. 

But the minute Ray took hold of his cock and began to pump it in synch
with his thrusts, Benton Fraser realised he was a lost man. Lost to the
love of his Ray, so much more than a friend and a lover. He was totally
committed, there was no turning back, now. All this swirled around his
heart as his body was swept through heavenly sensations. The rhythm grew
faster, the thrusts stronger. 

Ben opened his eyes to the most exquisite vision. Ray was intent on
bringing him pleasure, eyes closed, his whole face expressing his rapture
as he plunged his dark Italian penis in and out of Ben's body. There was a
glow of sweat in his balding head, a different shadow the way the light
hit his furry lean chest... And when Ray managed to hit his prostate, Ben
arched his whole body and cried out, in a long and hard orgasm that made
him ejaculate all over his own stomach as well as Ray's hand. 

Feeling Fraser's body tightening around him, Ray could feel the
unstoppable explosion ripping through his veins and he wailed,
"Benny!!!!!", as he released his seed inside his lover's trembling body. 

Ray fell on the top of Ben's body, his muscles weighing as lead and his
lungs craving for air. Ben was not in better shape. 

When Ray regained possession of his senses, he felt Benny's warmth
underneath him, and could not resist the impulse to kiss that smooth skin.
The Canadian had his eyes closed, his breath slowly returning to normal,
his head spinning. 

"Ray... I never felt anything like this before." 

"Oh, Benny." He kept on kissing the broad Canadian chest. "Benny, I am so
happy." 

Ben wrapped his arms around Ray possessively. "I am yours forever, Ray.
You have to keep me now." 

"I will, Benny. As long as you promise me something." 

"What is it?" 

Green solemn eyes stared into his blue ones. "Never let me go. I will
never want to go, but please Benny don't let it ever happen, OK? Because
now I know that I can't live without you." 

Ben produced one of his sweetest smiles and tried to reassure his new
lover. "I cannot live without you either, Ray, so don't worry. This will
never happen." Then Ben looked deep in Ray's eyes, and his face grew
all-solemn as his voice changed. "This is a promise. Word from a Mountie."


"And Mounties never break a promise, don't they, Benny?" 

"Never. We keep out promises with our life, Ray." 

Ray sighed, contented. "Good. I love you, Benny." 

"I love you, Ray." 

They smiled at each other, then kissed deeply. Ray could feel all his
emotional knots dissolving and he rested his head on Ben's broad chest. 

They smiled at each other, then kissed deeply. Ray could feel all his
emotional knots dissolving and he rested his head on Ben's broad chest,
relaxed and satisfied. The cop could feel his body slipping into sleep,
and struggled. Ben cradled his head and said, "Get some rest, Ray." 

Ray laughed softly. "I feel so tired and so wired up at the same time,
Benny. I want to make love again, but I am too chewed up. Yet I think it
is a waste to sleep having you all to me." 

It was Ben's turn to laugh. "Yes, I feel the same way. After waiting so
long to have you here, it feels like a waste to rest. But it is quite
late. We are both tired. We can sleep in tomorrow." 

Ray snuggled up to Ben, his body relaxed and his voice was slurry. "That
is what I love about you, Benny. You keep taking care of me." 

Ben kissed his forehead gently. "That is what I do best, Ray. And I intend
to keep doing it, if you don't mind." 

"No, I don't mind at all, Benny." Ray closed his eyes, feeling sleep
creeping in. "'Cept when you toss me into garbage cans... ruin my
suits..." 

"Go to sleep, Ray." 

Definitely a mumble. "Love ya, Benny." 

"I love you too, Ray." 

  

 The End 

  

 

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