Chapter Eight
Blair and Benny

"Good God, Ben. When you went back for your fourth plate at the breakfast buffet, I thought the shift manager was going to bite through his bottom lip."

"Well, Blair, if they do not intend for every customer to eat his fill, they should not advertise 'all you can eat.' I took them at their word."

"That you did. I thought Stanley could pack it away. But then, you have more space to fill up." Inside the apartment, Blair tossed the keys in the basket.

Fraiser looked around appreciatively. "This is a very nice place, Blair."

"Yeah, well, I know I was ragging on Jim about how it looked, but that was just because we’re having company. He's the neatnik. He's trying to get me trained. If it was up to me, we'd end up shoveling paths. I'm not dirty, just disorganized. I always mean to straighten up, but then I get interested in something, and..." He shrugged. "Bathroom's right over there. You can have the shower first."

Fraiser laid his hat carefully on the hall table. "I believe I would prefer to shower after."

Blair cocked his head inquiringly. "After what?"

Fraiser took a deep breath, stepped forward, put his hands on either side of Blair's face, and kissed him square on the mouth.

To say the Guide was startled would be a massive understatement, but Blair was nothing if not a quick study. Before Fraiser pulled back, he licked the Mountie's lips. Fraiser looked surprised, and Blair grinned, breathing, "Thank God. I was afraid I was going to have to rape you, Ben."

"By legal definition, rape only occurs if the victim is unwilling, Blair." He wrapped his arms around the smaller man, lifting him clean off the floor, and carried him over to the couch. Sitting down, he deposited Blair on his lap.

Blair laughed, squirming. "All this red, I feel like I'm with Santa Claus."

"Have you been a good boy this year?"

Blair threw his arms around Fraiser's neck. "Noooo, I've been naughty as hell. Lemme show you." He kissed Ben, but after a couple of seconds, pulled away. "Frase? It's nicer if you open your mouth a little."

"Oh. Of course."

This time Fraiser's lips were parted when Blair's settled over them. Blair happily slid his tongue into the Canadian's mouth and began a leisurely oral exploration. Ben moaned into his mouth, and his hands ran up Blair's back, under his shirt, stroking over the firm muscles.

Soon Fraiser was getting a little more adventurous. His tongue met Blair’s, trading licks till they both started giggling, and the kiss broke apart. The next time Blair kissed him, Fraiser drew his tongue into his mouth and sucked on it. Damn, he's a fast learner!

Blair lifted his arms, and Fraiser skinned his sweatshirt over his head. Then he bent and rubbed his face in the crisp curls that decorated Blair’s chest, sighing. "I have wanted to do that for some time."

"Say I've."

"No." Instead Benton took Blair's nipple ring between his teeth and tugged gently, wringing a gasp from the anthropologist. "Was that too harsh, Blair?"

"Noooo, that was looovely."

"Good." He nibbled on the other nipple. Blair caught hold of his head, holding him close and arching to his mouth.

Fraiser blindly popped the snap on Blair's jeans, tugged the zipper down, and pushed his hand into the gap. He went still, then whispered against Blair's chest, "Blair, you are not wearing underpants."

"It's called going commando, Frase. Say aren't."

"No." His hand closed around Blair's cock, squeezing lightly. "And you are already hard."

"You're."

"No." Benton wrapped one arm around Blair, lifted him, and slid his pants down to his knees with his free hand.

"Shit, Ben! Even Jim usually has to put me down to get me undressed." He bit Fraiser's earlobe, then moved down to nip his throat. His hands moved down between them, and he worked at Fraiser's buckle.

When Fraiser reached for the brass buttons on his tunic, Blair stopped him. "No, don't. The first time I want to do you just like this, in full uniform."

"The first time, eh?" Benton eyed him hotly, then licked his lips. "May we do it without the hat?"

Blair laughed. "Yeah, I'd just knock it off, anyway. Don't move, I'll be right back. I have to get us some supplies." He hopped up and trotted naked to the bathroom, re-emerging in a second. "They must've left them upstairs." Fraiser watched, fascinated as he bounded up the stairs, then back down in a moment. He was almost hypnotized by the proud sway of Blair's rigid cock.

"Here we go." Blair dumped a tube of lubricant, an unwrapped condom, and a towel on the sofa beside Fraiser. He clasped his hands behind his back and rocked on his heels, eyeing the Mountie mischievously. "Now, where were we?"

Fraiser unzipped his trousers. "I believe we were here."

"Oh, yeah. Now I remember. Say it's."

"No." Ben reached up and buried his hand in Blair's hair, tugging gently. Blair sank gracefully to the floor before him, pushed Fraiser's knees apart, bent forward, and took his cock in his mouth. Fraiser groaned, head dropping back. "Yes."

Fraiser watched the dark, curly head bobbing in his lap, feeling the almost unbelievably exquisite pleasure. Blair was evoking feelings with his mouth that Benton had scarcely been aware were possible. He was afraid that he would never again be able to hear a suspect taunt him with 'Blow me' without some sort of reaction.

He was disappointed when Blair stopped. But then the young man stood up and kissed him. He felt something pressed into his hand, and looked down to find that it was a half empty tube of Astroglide. Blair popped the top off it, turned around and bent down, spreading his legs and grabbing his knees. He peeked back at Fraiser, and said huskily, "I got you ready. Now you get me ready."

"I am not sure how, Blair. I... I do not want to hurt you."

"Don't worry, I won't be shy about telling you what to do. Start off by getting your fingers coated real good." Fraiser squeezed the clear gel onto the fingers of his right hand, coating them generously. "Okay, now..." Blair reached back and spread his own cheeks. Benton inhaled sharply. "Just kind of stroke up and down the crease, Ben. Press a little. When you feel the muscle at my hole relax a little, kind of ease one finger in, really slow."

Fraiser obeyed. He massaged the deep valley gently, working patiently around Blair’s puckered opening till he felt the tight muscles relax a little. Then he carefully, slowly, sank one thick finger into Blair’s ass. "Is it all right, Blair?"

"Perfect. Didn't hurt at all."

"Should I move it?"

"That would be nice. Finger fuck me, Ben. When you think I'm ready, give me another."

Blair grunted softly with pleasure as Benton worked the digit in and out. In a moment a second one joined the first. He groaned lightly, and Fraiser said anxiously, "Blair?"

"It's all right, Frase. Better than all right. It's just that your hands are bigger than Jim's. I'm only going to need those two, I think. But if you'd kind of wiggle them around..."

"Your prostate should be right around..." His fingers passed over a firm knob, and Blair jerked, crying out. "Here. Was that good?"

"Jesus, Ben!"

"Ah." He rubbed again. Blair's knees went weak. He would have dropped, but Fraiser caught him around the waist with his free hand. Then he rubbed again, and Blair wailed, twisting.

"Oh, shit, Benny! Fuck me!"

"Yes, Blair." Fraiser removed his hand from Blair's ass. He fumbled for the condom. Instinct and luck took over, and he managed to get it on without tearing it. Then he put both hands on Blair's waist and turned him.

Blair eagerly knelt on the couch, straddling the Mountie, who slid down a little. Blair reached down and took hold of Fraiser's cock. Grabbing the lubricant, he quickly smeared more on Fraiser's straining, latex clad shaft. He lowered himself till he felt the hot, slick knob bump his anus. "Are you ready for this, Frase?"

"I have been ready for this for a long time."

"Say I've."

"No."

Blair gritted his teeth and dropped. He sank onto Fraiser's cock, taking it all in one plunge. Fraiser stiffened, and screamed. Blair didn't give him a moment to collect himself. He started posting, rising and falling slowly. "Don't move, Benny. Just sit and enjoy."

He grabbed Fraiser's shoulders and used them for leverage, rising and falling steadily. "Damn, you're big, Frase," he panted. "Big as Jim. Um, you feel so good inside me."

"This... this is... Blair," He leaned forward and fastened his mouth on the side of the smaller man's throat, biting and sucking.

"Yeah, Fraiser," he groaned. "Mark me. When you're back in Chicago," he whispered, "I'll look at it, and remember the feel of your cock, moving inside me, and I'll touch myself." Blair began to speed up.

Unable to stand it any more, Fraiser grabbed his hips and held him firmly, beginning to buck upward. Blair surrendered control. He grabbed his own weeping dick and began to jerk off as his lover slid him up and down. It was almost as if Fraiser were using his body to masturbate, and it was sexy as hell.

Fraiser thrust harder and harder, jerking him down to meet each upward lunge, filling Blair to capacity each time. His movements were becoming more erratic, less rhythmic, and Blair knew he was getting close. He grabbed the towel quickly and spread it over Fraiser's belly and up his chest.

"Just a little more, Frase. Hold... on... just... a little... more!"

"I... I can't!"

"Fraiser, you used a contraction!"

"OH DEAR!

Blair shot his load at the exact moment he felt the Mountie’s cock begin to pulse inside him. Blair's hot seed jetted onto the towel, saving Fraiser embarrassing moments later at the dry cleaners. Fraiser howled like Diefenbaker under a full moon in spring, and crushed the smaller man to his massive chest.

For several moments, all either of them could do was pant and shiver. Finally Blair said, "Benton? I need to breathe, please."

"Sorry." Fraiser's arms dropped.

Blair took hold of them and hooked them back around his waist. "I didn't say I didn't want to be hugged. I just said I need to breathe." He kissed Fraiser on the tip of the nose. "That was splendiferous."

Fraiser smiled at him. "Thank you kindly."