Chapter Thirteen
Ray and Ben

Stanley was yawning. “Do you think I have time for a nap before the guys get home?”

“Probably. Go ahead. I’m going to go down and see if I can find a game on tv.”

“Kay.” Stanley rolled over on his belly, tucking a pillow comfortably under his chin, and drawing a sheet up over himself. “Tell me when Frase gets here, huh?”

“Will do.”

Jim went downstairs and turned on the television. Sure enough there was a basketball game on, and he settled in to watch it. During a commercial break, he got up,and tiptoed stealthily up to the loft. Stanley was snoring peacefully.

Jim gently, carefully, tweezed the sheet up between two fingers and pulled it down to the foot of the bed, uncovering Stanley. He made sure that the sheet was bunched far down, well out of Stanley’s reach, unless he turned over and sat up.

For a moment, Jim just stood and admired the view. That really was a totally delectable ass. It should be shared with the world, or at least a Mountie and a Guide.

Stanley’s gentle snores never faltered. Jim sneaked back down stairs and taped a message to the front door. It read ‘QUIET PLEASE. COP SLEEPING’. There, that should insure a quiet entrance by Blair and Benny. Speaking of whom, they should be home soon. He sat back in front of the television, humming to himself happily.

The two uniformed policemen finally arrived around dusk. “Thank heavens,” Blair breathed, as he and Fraiser walked down the hall. “Solly hadn’t eaten anything since yesterday, so how the hell did he manage those broccoli, bean, and cabbage farts?”

“I believe it was through sheer will power and determination, Blair. I have not smelled anything like that since Diefenbaker dragged home a salmon that had apparently beached itself during spawning a week or more before.”

“Maybe I’ll break out some of my aroma therapy essences when we get home.”

“It certainly could not hurt. Will Jim be picking us up?”

“Nah, we’ll take a taxi. Why make him get out after the ruckus we’ve been through lately?”

When they reached the apartment Blair pulled the sign off the door, studying it. “This must mean Stanley. Jim would just dial his hearing down if he was too worried about being disturbed.”

“Stanley does need his rest. I shall remove my shoes upon entering.”

“Good enough idea. Might as well be comfortable.”

They went in, both taking off their shoes just inside the door. Jim, on the couch, held up a finger in front of his lips in a shushing motion. Blair went to him, whispering, “Stanley sacked out, huh?” “He’s been exerting himself lately. Fraiser?”

“Yes Jim?”

“Stanley wanted you to go straight up when you got here. I think he has something to show you.”

“Oh. All right.”

As Fraiser started toward the stairs, Blair eyed the smug expression on Jim’s face. “All right, what did you do? Is Stanley trussed up like a Christmas package, or what?”

“No, but that would have been the second best idea.”

For a very large man, Benton Fraiser could move very, very quietly when he chose to. Not wanting to disturb his partner until the last possible moment, he crept silently up the stairs. When he finally reached the top landing, he froze.

He was presented with one of the most stunningly beautiful, and unexpected, sights he’d ever experience--Ray, laid out on his stomach, stark naked. His pale skin gleamed in the dim light. His arms and legs were sprawled in innocent abandon. Benton stared, enthralled by his slender, muscular grace. His blonde hair was even more ruffled than usual, and his piquant features were relaxed and peaceful in sleep. And his ass...

Oh, dear, his ass. Benton felt like he could write a sonnet to that ass. Plump, yet firm. White, deeply and cleanly cleft, smooth... very smooth. Benton gulped. “Ray?”

Stanley Kowalski Vecchio’s bright blue eyes flew open, and his body went rigid, legs snapping together. “Frase?”

“Um, yes. You... Jim said you wanted to show me something.”

“Ellison!”

Jim’s voice floated up from below. “Oh Stan, Benton’s here.”

“Very fucking funny! Oh, geez. Look, Frase, go downstairs for a minute, wouldya?”

“Certainly.” Fraiser turned, and actually went down a step before stopping. He paused, looking down at Jim and Blair on the sofa. Blair silently made shooing motions at him. Jim was grinning. Ben squared his shoulders, turned around, and went back up. “No, Ray, I do not think I want to go downstairs just yet.”

“What? Fraiser, go downstairs.”

“No.”

“What do you mean, no? Well, well... turn around, then.”

“No.”

“Fuck! What happened to that damn RCMP politeness?”

“It is on vacation right now.”

Cursing, Stanley groped, searching for the sheet. “Son of a bitch. Ellison, you're gonna pay for this!”

Again Jim’s voice floated up. “You’ll thank me some day.”

“God, this is embarrassing. Fraiser, please.”

Fraiser walked over to the bed, took Stanley’s shoulder, and quickly flipped him over. Stanley’s hands flew to cover himself, and a pink tide swept up his cheeks. He blushed as hard as Fraiser ever had. Fraiser said, in a small voice. “Ray, you are naked. Very naked. Much more naked than I would have ever expected.”

“Christ.”

“Have you always been like this?”

“Oh, hell no! It was that crazy Cascade cop down there. He talked me into it. I swear, I never believed in hypnotism before, but I don’t know now. Fraiser, you look kinda funny.”

“I was just thinking, Ray.”

“Uh... what about?”

“If I had imagined for one moment that you were like that under your clothes, I believe I would have lost control of myself a long time ago.” He reached down and took hold of Stanley’s hands, pulling them away. He moved them up above Stanley’s head, and pressed them down to the mattress. “Leave your hands there.”

When he released him, Stanley didn’t move. He gazed up at the Mountie with a stunned look on his face. Fraiser pulled his sweatshirt over his head, dropping it to the floor. Stanley licked his lips. “Frase?”

“Be quiet, Ray.” Benton pulled down the sweat pants, then his jockeys. For a moment, he stood naked beside the bed. Stanley stared, mouth dropping open softly. Constable Benton Fraiser, clothed, was an impressive sight. Nude, he was downright awesome.

Ray’s eyes dropped the length of his sculptured torso, down his flat abdomen, and came to rest on the long, thick cock jutting from nut brown pubic hair. Stanley’s own cock stirred. He breathed. “Please...”

“Yes, Ray.” He reached out, and laid his hand on the curve of Stanley’s hip. Then he slid it slowly onto his groin, stroking the freshly shaved skin. Stanley shivered violently, whimpering. The touch was intense, electric. The combination of emotion and the newly sensitized skin was potent. The blood thumped in his veins, pounding directly to his dick. Ben got up on the bed with him, crawling over his supine body.

Stanley stared up at his best friend as he loomed over him. *I feel like a goddam virgin. I just hope I don’t come the first time he touches my cock. God, he’s so big.*

Fraiser crouched over Ray on his hands and knees, bent his head, and kissed him for the first time. Ray’s lips parted readily, and Benton finally found out what Ray tasted like. It was so good that he didn’t stay gentle and light as he’d planned. He had intended to start off slow, knowing that Ray might feel awkward about this. Heaven knew he felt awkward. But it was too good to resist.

Instead of the teasing that he had intended, he plunged. Luckily, this seemed to be what Ray wanted, too. His tongue met Ben’s with equal fervor, and they proceeded to devour each other. Ray buried his hands in Fraiser’s hair, holding him almost desperately. When he had control of his tongue, when Fraiser wasn’t sucking on it, he mumbled against his lips, “I didn’t know, Benny. I was afraid...”

“It’s all right, Ray.”

Ray’s head jerked back and he looked at Fraiser in astonishment. “Frase, you used a contraction!”

Fraiser shrugged. “What can I say? It’s what you do to me, Ray. Now, be quiet. I mean, don’t talk. You can make all the noise you want. I think I’d like that.” Stanley answered with a groan, flinging his arms around Fraiser’s neck. “Yes, like that.” He started kissing him again.

Benton lowered himself onto Ray, covering the smaller man with his body. The skin to skin contact was maddeningly pleasurable. Due to the difference in their body sizes, his cock lay along Ray’s thigh. That would do for the moment. He clamped his legs over Ray’s, and began to hump slowly.

Ray’s rigid cock rubbed against Fraiser’s firm belly with every motion he made, smearing it with slick precome. Stanley started to thrust up at him, trying to increase the delicious friction.

Ben left Ray’s lips and moved down to his throat. He fastened his mouth on a patch of skin, feeling the strong, fast beat of his lover’s pulse, and began to suck, hard. Ray whined, twisting under him, but not trying to escape. He arched his neck in mute invitation, presenting himself more fully. The submissive gesture inflamed Fraiser even more. He nipped and worried at the skin, then licked it, and started sucking again. His hips speeded up.

Stanley was being swept away. Ben had always been so cool, so civilized. He’d never suspected this wilder side, but he should have known. Ben survived up in the territories--that was unforgiving land. You didn’t thrive out there unless there was a bit of a savage somewhere deep in your soul. And now Ben was letting the primitive loose. They both understood without a word being spoken that this was a claiming. Things were going to be different when they got back to Chicago.

Fraiser shifted suddenly, moving up a little. His hard on slid along Ray’s, and the smaller man went crazy. His legs hooked over the back of Benton’s thighs, and he began to buck upward wildly, hands sliding to scrabble at the Mountie’s back. A little surprised, Benton stayed still for a moment, letting the man beneath him pump against him. Then Stanley went still, grabbed Fraiser’s head, and stared into his eyes. “Fuck me.”

Fraiser twitched. It took all his self control not to come when he heard those words. But he held onto his control, and said hoarsely. “I don’t have a rubber.”

“I don’t care. I’m clean. I know your are. Fuck me.”

“Ray, I need to get lubrication...”

“No. I’m still slick from the oil Jim used.” He grabbed Fraiser’s hand and wormed it down, between them, to the spread cleft of his ass. “Feel.”

The crease was, indeed, slippery. Fraiser’s fingertips grazed Ray’s asshole, and his lover tried to push down on them. He probed experimentally. The muscular ring gave with a little resistance, but not too much. He managed to slide a finger in easily. Stanley pushed down on it eagerly.

“Do it, Benny. I want you inside me. I want to feel the pulse of your blood from the inside. Make me yours.”

Fraiser pulled his hand free, and shifted, fitting his cock head against the puckered opening. “You are mine, Ray.” He pushed hard, knowing that this was what his lover wanted.

Stanley threw his head back, howling as the thick shaft of flesh plowed up into him, scraping over his prostate on the way. “Ben! Shit, yeah. Gimme all of it!”

Fraiser didn’t stop till he was buried in his partner’s hot, tight flesh. And he didn’t stop then, beginning to move immediately. Neither one of them heard Jim say sharply. “Blair! Put that fucking camera down!”

“Aw, Jim! They might like it recorded. First times are so special.”

“No. Let them have a little privacy this time. They don’t need an audience for this.”

“Well, alright. But it’s not like we can’t hear them.”

“Did I say you couldn’t listen?”

Neither Fraiser nor Stanley ever knew how close they had come to having their first screw immortalized.

Fraiser pumped strongly. Blair had been wonderful, but this...This was Ray. It added a whole new dimension. Ray, holding his cock in that hot, liquid vice. Ray, scratching at his back, his nipples. Ray, moaning his name and obscenities mixed with endearments. Ray...Ray...Ray...

“I love you, Ray.” he moaned. He shoved harder than ever, and his spunk exploded into the clenching, rippling channel of Ray’s body.

“Love you, too, Ben.” Stanley whispered, clutching him. “For a long time. Forever.”

Leaving his softening cock in Ray’s ass, Ben reached down and took hold of his lover’s slick, rigid cock. “Let me take care of you.” He stroked with surprising tenderness, kissing Ray thoroughly all the while. When he gave his balls a gentle squeeze, Ray splashed Ben’s hands, and his own belly with waves of hot come, moaning into Ben’s mouth.

Knowing that he couldn’t leave his weight on the smaller man, but reluctant to release him, Fraiser rolled over on his back, pulling Ray on top of him. Ray grunted as Fraiser’s cock slid free, and let his head drop on the Mountie’s broad shoulder.

For a long time they just lay there, breath slowly returning to normal. Then Fraiser realized that Ray was shaking, and hot tears were dropping on his shoulder. “Ray? Are you all right? I... I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“Gawd, no, Ben. I just... I don’t know. I never thought I could have you. I’m just so fucking happy. I always thought that bit about tears of happiness was bull shit.”

Fraiser took Ray’s hand and moved it up to his own face. Ray felt a trickle of moisture, and lifted his head to stare at his lover. There were tears streaking Fraiser’s face, but he was smiling brilliantly. “No Ray, it’s not bull shit.”