Chapter Fourteen
New Lovers of All Kinds

Blair advanced almost to the top of the stairs and peered into the loft through the stair rail. He watched with affectionate approval as Benny fondled a very satiated looking Stanley, who was cuddled up beside him. “Hello, young lovers.”

Benton and Stanley both smiled at him, Stanley a bit distractedly, as he had to take time away from kissing Fraiser’s chest. “Good evening, Blair,” said Fraiser mildly. From his civil tone one would hardly guess that he’d just finished fucking his partner raw. “I hope that we did not disturb you and Jim.”

“Oh, perish the thought! People pay good money to listen to stuff like that, and we got it free. Jim’s putting the lasagna in the oven now, and I’m going to go mix the salad. I expect you fellas probably worked up an appetite.”

Stanley sat up, interested. “I could eat.”

Fraiser dragged him back down, growling, “I will require a few minutes rest before we can try that, Ray.”

“Benny! I meant...” He noticed the Canadian’s smile, and sighed ruefully. “I may end up kinda regretting this yet. I have a feeling I’m gonna be burning off a lot of calories from now on.”

“Perhaps a high protein diet...” Stanley slapped at him. “Blair, exactly how many calories are there in sperm?” Stanley hid his head under a pillow.

“I don’t know, Ben, but you can probably find it on the Internet. See ya downstairs.”

“Yipe!”

Blair and Jim looked over to see a wide eyed Stanley scoot down the last few stairs, hands over his butt, followed by a grinning Fraiser. “That big Canuck goosed me!”

“Well, Stanley, if you go waving that tempting ass around like that...”

“Incorrigible. Look it up if you don’t understand.”

“I understand, and you are quite accurate.” Fraiser tried to goose him again and ended up in a chase around and over the furniture.

“Cut it out, Benny! I’m... uh... kinda tender.”

“Sorry, Ray.” He caught the smaller man and dropped an apologetic kiss on his nose, then picked him up and carried him to the table.

Stanley dangled in his arms with a long suffering look on his face. “What am I? Your security blanket?”

“Yes. I intend to sleep under you at every opportunity.” He deposited Stanley gently in a chair.

Plates were already on the table, and Blair distributed cutlery. “I envy you, Ray. You’re gonna have doors opened, chairs held...” Jim, passing behind Blair with a basket of garlic bread, swatted him on the head. “Ow! Benny’s a gentleman, unlike some people, who shall remain nameless, but who’s initials are James Joseph Ellison.” Jim, passing on his way to get glasses from the cabinet, swatted him again. “Ow! Is this some weird new type of Sentinel foreplay?”

“No, it’s Guide discipline.”

Jim got oven mitts and removed the pans of lasagna from the oven. He set the richly bubbling pans on trivets and said, “There. Those need to sit a few minutes. That’ll give us time for the salad.” They all sat down. Fraiser, feeling rather festive, even consented to a glass of wine.

“Shit! We’ve corrupted him.” Stanley watched the Mountie sip the wine.

“Yes,” Fraiser agreed. “And you have to make an honest man out of me.”

“I s’pose Thatcher will come after me with a shot gun if I don’t?”

Jim jerked his head at the pair. “Blair, I think we may be catching.”

Blair was piling salad on plates. “Last I heard smart ass wasn’t contagious.”

When the four men finished there wasn’t more than a tablespoon of food left. Fraiser began stacking plates. “Ray and I will do the dishes.”

Stanley blinked. “We will?”

“Yes, we will.”

“Crap. Domesticity already.” He helped gather up the dirty dishes and take them to the sink.

“The secret is very hot water...”

“Benny, do not give me instructions on how to wash dishes. I’ll read Heloise’s Hints if I want that.”

Blair and Jim, finishing the last of the wine, watched them. Jim whispered to Blair, “Well?”

Blair nodded, and whispered back. “I think so.”

“What first?”

Blair pursed his lips. “Oo, decisions, decisions. I want Stanley.”

“Don’t blame you. Top or bottom?”

“The poor guy just got through saying he’s a little sore. What do you think?”

“That’s my boy--unselfish. That works out fine, because I can’t wait to get my hands on The Great White North.”

“Top or bottom?”

“Fuck, I don’t care.”

“Wise man.”

Stanley stacked the last dish in the drain rack while Fraiser swabbed out the sink. “You see, Ray? That was not so tedious.”

“Sez you. Don’t blame me if I get dishpan hands.” Stanley drained the inch he’d left in his wine glass. “So, what’s on the agenda tonight?” He arched an eyebrow at the two Cascade policemen. “He asked innocently.”

Jim grinned. “Outstanding.” He looked at “Benny?”

Benton was neatly folding the dish towel. “Yes Jim?”

“C’mon, Benny. Don’t be evasive. Have you thought about it?”

“Yes, Jim.”

“Well?”

Benton looked at Blair. “Is he normally this hard to communicate with? I have already said ‘yes’ twice.”

“He’s just so happy that he can’t believe his ears.”

Jim stood up and strolled over to Fraiser. Benton watched him, smiling faintly. The Sentinel moved in very close. “It’s gonna be kinda nice not to have to stoop when I kiss someone.”

Blair, who had pulled Stanley down on his lap, said, “Yeah, well, I finally won’t have to worry about neck strain.”

“Vecchio,” Jim called back, never taking his eyes off Fraiser, “I know it’s early in you’re relationship and all that, but would you mind a hell of a lot if I popped Benny’s cherry?”

“Shit, like I’d deny him that? Nah, if he wants to.”

Jim smiled at Benton. “How about it, Ben? Would you mind?”

“Oh, absolutely not.” Benny made a pre-emptive strike and put his arms around Jim before Jim could embrace him, kissing him resoundingly.

Jim came up from the kiss panting lightly. “I think I’ve found another bossy bottom.”

Stanley was running his hands through Blair’s lush crop of curls. “Has Ellison ever tied you to anything with this?”

“Shhhh! Don’t give him any ideas--he’s inventive enough as it is.” Blair ruffled Stanley’s short blonde wisps in turn. “Between you and Jim, there’s hardly a decent handful for a guy to hang onto.” Blair’s voice dropped, “Course his is kinda deserting, if you know what I mean.”

“I heard that, Sandburg,” Jim called. “It’s caused by lots and lots of testosterone.”

“I would not argue with that,” Fraiser murmured. Jim had him backed up against the counter, and had moved in between his thighs and was humping him in a slow, sensual rhythm.

Stanley nibbled Blair’s earlobe. “Look, babe, not that your aren’t hot stuff, but... um... like I told Benny...”

Blair hugged him. “You’re on top.”

Stanley sighed gratefully. “Good, ‘cause I wouldn’t want to miss this opportunity, but I really am sore.”

Blair smiled seductively. “I’ll see what I can do to make you forget that.”

“I ought to warn you, Jim,” Fraiser had run his hands up under Jim’s sweatshirt and was stroking his nipples. “I am afraid that it may take awhile for me to climax, after that lovely interlude with Stanley.”

Jim’s eyes were half closed with pleasure. “Don’t worry, Ben. We have two other guys in reserve, remember?”

Fraiser looked startled. “You mean... uh...”

“Tag team. That’s the great thing about multiples. There’s always someone rarrin’ to go.”

Fraiser glanced at where Blair and Ray were snuggling, and got a thoughtful look in his eyes. “That is a fascinating possibility.” They resumed kissing.

“Hey, you guys.” Stanley was headed for the stairs, and Blair was hanging back near the kitchen. “We’re going upstairs, after I grab the stuff out of the bathroom. Don’t stay too long, ‘kay? Cause we are definitely starting without you.”

“Don’t worry,” Jim assured him. “I remember how fucking cold this floor is.” Fraiser cocked an inquiring eye at him. “Thanksgiving. You should see what Blair can do with a celery stick. I never should have let him eat those oysters I had for the stuffing. And speaking of stuffing...” He quickly turned Fraiser around and pressed up against his ass.

Fraiser groaned as he felt the prod of Jim’s hardon against his buttocks. Ellison slid his hands down to cup the Mountie’s erection through the cloth of the sweat pants, rubbing. “Ya know, Frase, I’m tempted to just do it right here. We’re the right height for each other. Whenever I do it standing up with Blair, I get cramps from having to bend so much. It’s either that, or he’d have to stand on a box, and I’d be worried about fucking him off it and hurting him.”

“As hot as this is, Jim, I confess that I would prefer to be on a nice, soft bed the first time I take a cock up my ass.”

Jim growled. “Damn, it’s sexy when you talk dirty in that polite voice. Okay, let’s go join the boys.”

As they made their way to the loft, Fraiser said, “You know, I had always heard that travel broadened one’s horizons, but I never dreamed...”