Starlight  

 RATED: R m/m sex 

  *STARLIGHT* 

 *By GILDA LILY* 

 This is my first work of fiction posted to the Net. Previous efforts were
dialogues and poetry. 

 The usual disclaimers apply. I don't own them, but I wouldn't mind a
Mountie and a cop in my stocking this year! :) 

 Copyright (c) November 27, 1996 

 Ray looked out the cabin window at the stars twinkling in the clear
Canadian sky. The stars looked different up here, free from pollution and
other big-city ills. 

 He tightened his hold on Benny as he listened to his lover breathe. He
gently stroked the soft hair, a little shiver of delight going through
him. 

 His gaze roamed around the cabin, the light from the moon allowing him to
see the interior. 

 They'd rebuilt the place, and it was still rustic, but Benny had
surprised him by adding amenities: a fireplace instead of just the
potbellied stove, a satellite dish, and, wonder of wonders, indoor
plumbing! 

 Ray smiled into Benny's hair. Since they'd committed to each other, Benny
knew they'd be using the cabin frequently. He'd wanted Ray to feel
comfortable here, and had conceded to his partner's more sophisticated
tastes. 

 Benny would do anything for him. Ray felt a sense of awe, that Benny
would care that much for *him*! He still couldn't quite believe it
sometimes. 

 The fire was getting low, but it still warmed the room. Ray grinned as he
thought of the kind of warmth that he and Benny had generated only a few
hours ago. 

 He liked being up here at the cabin. Despite his griping and 'roughing
it', his appreciation for peace and quiet was growing. Certainly he and
Benny could now be in each other's presence for hours without speaking,
and it wasn't awkward at all. 

 Ray stroked Benny's hair, the Canadian sighing softly in his sleep. Ray
was ecstatically happy to give his lover that sense of security. He
suspected that his Benny hadn't experienced much of that in his life
before falling in love with a certain Chicago cop. 

 Benny had draped himself over Ray, his arm across his lover's chest, his
head nestled in Ray's shoulder, his leg entwined with Ray's. Benny loved
to sleep as close as possible, and Ray was a little amazed at his
beloved's tactile hunger. 

 *Probably another thing he didn't get much of before: touching.* 

 From what Benny had told him, his grandparents had been good people, but
not big on hugging. Ditto for his father. 

 *My father was a disaster, but at least I had Ma and my sisters.* 

 Affection was freely given in the Vecchio household. Ray tightened his
hold just a bit more. 

 He liked being up here during Christmas season. Oh, he and Benny would be
back in Chicago by Christmas Eve, but this snowy setting looked like a
Christmas card. He'd even seen a herd of reindeer, and Benny had joked
that at this time of year, Santa and his reindeer were making practice
runs before the big night. 

 "Yes, Ray, a few hundred miles from here is Santa's castle. Just turn
right at the Pole." 

 Ray smiled at the memory. He loved it when Benny let his sense of humor
peek out. He sometimes worried that his Mountie was *too* serious. 

 He kissed Benny's cheek, thrilled to have this precious man beside him. 

 Benny stirred awake, his long lashes fluttering as starlit eyes gazed at
Ray. Ray felt incredibly light-headed and momentarily speechless. 

 Benny's eyes were a deep midnight-blue in the pale light, his smooth body
moon-silvered. He looked at Ray with the glow of love in his eyes.
Silently he reached out and touched the side of Ray's face. 

 Ray knew it was a cliche, but he felt himself falling into pools of
midnight-blue. He allowed himself to simply go with the sensation, his own
eyes aglow. Benny leaned down and kissed him. 

 It was a gentle kiss, full of sweet romance, and strong hands roamed his
arms and hips as Benny slipped his body over to rest on his lover's. Ray
put his arms around him, pressing him close. Their cocks rubbed together,
a tiny moan escaping Ray's throat. 

 Benny broke the kiss and lavished feather-light kisses on Ray's face and
throat. Benny's continued stroking made Ray shudder, that delicate touch
sending shivers of delight through his body. 

 "Benny," he breathed, running his fingers through soft, moonlit hair. 

 Benny's lips paid homage to Ray's chest, his tongue sliding down to tease
his lover's navel. Ray groaned and clutched at Benny's hair, his loins
quivering with excitement. 

 When Benny started a long, slow licking of his cock, Ray gasped and
thrust his hips up, the sensations driving him wild with desire. The last
embers from the fire sparked with fat popping noises as Ray let out a
litany of moans. 

 Benny lapped delicately at Ray's thighs, particularly enjoying the soft
inner skin. His fingers slipped between those silky thighs and teased the
opening to Ray's body, massaging with perfect skill. One finger, then two,
all the while his tongue worked miracles on an ever-growing cock. 

 Ray could see the pinwheels starting as he came, enptying his life- force
into Benny. 

 He lay, exhausted but happy, in the curve of Benny's arms. He held on to
his lover's arm while Benny gently licked his ear. 

 "Oh, Benny, don't do that." 

 "No?" Benny drew his head back. 

 "No, do it!" 

 Benny smiled at his lover's contradictory nature. One of the many things
he loved about him! 

 Ray squirmed as Benny's tongue teased his ear and neck. Little shivers of
delight tingled through him. 

 "Aah, Benny, you're gettin' me all excited again." 

 "Am I? Oh, dear." 

 Ray abruptly grabbed his lover and gave him a hard, possessive kiss. 

 "Turn over." 

 Benny obeyed, Ray resting his head on one elbow as he slowly stroked his
mate's broad, smooth back with fingers that still tingled. He loved
stroking Benny, whose body was a source of unending delight. 

 He slid his hand quickly over Benny's ass, feeling the tiny shudder, then
concentrating on the backs of his lover's thighs. 

 Benny's thighs were that of a skater, Ray loving the feel of firm
muscles. His Benny was so beautiful! He kissed a bare shoulder and then
began caressing the rounded buttocks. Benny moaned softly, moving
slightly. 

 In the corner of the cabin, Dief lifted his head, then settled it back
down on his paws again, content in the light of the fire. 

 "Ray," Benny whispered. 

 "Yes, love?" 

 "Please." 

 Ray chuckled and kissed his mate's shoulder again. His hand was enjoying
the silkiness of those perfect buttocks. Benny's arms were wrapped around
his pillow, his head resting in its softness. Eyes closed in bliss, his
whole existence centered around the touch of that hand. 

 Ray whispered in Benny's ear, "What do you want, darling?" 

 "You," Benny managed to get out. 

 Ray kissed his cheek. "You have me." 

 Ray reached for the jar of cream kept in the tiny nightstand by the bed,
and leisurely spread it between Benny's buttocks. The Mountie moaned,
clutching the pillow and parting his legs for further access. 

 Ray smiled and continued his preparation, finally coating his own cock
and putting the jar back. 

 He stroked Benny's shoulders, then whispered in his ear, "Turn over. I
want to see your face." 

 Benny obeyed, and they positioned themselves, Ray thrusting in. 

 He could swear that there was starlight shining in his Benny's eyes. It
was dusting his beloved's hair. 

 *I'm looking upon the face of an angel*, he thought. It sounded faintly
lyrical and he was pleased with himself. 

 He was also pleased with the sensation of being deep inside his lover,
whose warmth welcomed him and gifted him with the most incredible
pleasure. He watched the sweat gleam on his beloved's skin, and was
overjoyed that its perfection was kissed by starlight. 

 Benny's hand caressed his hip, and he was lost. 

 He heard a faint jingling sound and gasped as he came, Benny's groan
mingling with his own. 

 * * * * * * * * * * 

 They lay in each other's arms, Dief softly snoring in the corner. Ray
stroked his lover's arm and smiled. 

 "Perfect, Benny." 

 "I can say the same, Ray." 

 Ray frowned. "What's that noise?" Benny's expression was amused. "It
sounds like sleigh bells!" Curious, Ray got out of bed and went to the
window. 

 "Ben...ny!" 

 The Mountie got out of bed and padded over to the window, one hand
caressing Ray's back. Ray looked at him with green/gold eyes as wide as
saucers. Benny grinned. 

 "I told you, practice run." 

 *Merry Christmas and a Merry Yule to All!* 

 

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