Chapter Nine
Morning After

Benton did, indeed, have his shower 'after'. Along with Blair, who proved to be surprisingly slippery, despite, as Benton put it 'the traction that all that lovely fur should provide'. Blair didn't have too much trouble persuading Fraiser to forgo his long johns in favor of sleeping in the nude, at least this once.

The smaller man snuggled against him, happily soaking up body heat, like a cat. "There's just so goddam much of you there, Ben. You're sorta monumental."

"You are a shameless flatterer, Blair Sandburg. There is no need for it. You have already had your wicked way with me."

"Yeah, Ben, but there are so many other ways Id like to try, and they're much wickeder."

He was answered by a sleepy chuckle. "Not until I have had several hours of sleep. This is quite a bit to take in at one's first time. Rather like going from zero to sixty in under five seconds. A tad disorienting."

"Say won't."

"Go to sleep. Pervert." He kissed the top of Blair's head.

"I gotta crap."

Stanley frowned. "After seeing the state of your toilet yesterday, Solly, I wouldn't think you had any ammunition left."

"Fuck you. Lemme up."

"Not hardly."

"I ain't goin' nowheres."

"No, you're not. I suspect you're too weak to go more than a couple of steps without falling on your skinny ass. That's why you ain't getting up."

"But I gotta crap! Youse can't jus' make me lay here."

Jim hit the call button. He looked at Stanley. "I know nurses are over worked and under appreciated, but I am not handling a bedpan for this guy. I'll send them flowers when this is all over."

"Hey, you don't have to convince me." Stanley picked up the pie. "I'm taking the pie out into the hall. I'd never be able to touch it if I left it in here while that was going on."

"Ah, so you do have limits."

"Snot."

They exited just as the nurse entered. Stanley leaned against the wall and picked out a bit of pie crust that was gummed on one side with sticky, gelid filling. He munched it, then groan. "I wonder if she exports these things? Maybe I could work out a sort of a pie-of-the-month deal with her."

"Keep your fingers out of that. I know where they've been. Hang on, they probably have forks on that food cart over there." Jim went to the cart, and returned with plastic cutlery. "Here you go. One of modern civilization's greatest inventions: the spork."

"Damn, that's a goofy name." Stanley dug into the pie. "Could be worse, though. They could've named it the 'foon'." Jim almost choked on a mouthful of pie.

They heard the toilet flush, and the nurse came out a moment later, stripping off a pair of latex gloves. She eyed them sympathetically. "I turned on the fan and sprayed some Lysol. Give it ten minutes, and you should be able to survive without breathing masks."

Jim sighed. "Bless you."

"The doctor will be along to have a look at him soon. If all's clear, we have him scheduled for surgery at noon."

"How long after that before we can transport him?"

"You mean take him home?"

"Home? Lady, he's not gonna look through a window without bars till after he cuts a deal with the DA."

"It all depends on how he reacts to the surgery. But if he isn't going directly into a quiet, secure environment, they may keep him a couple of days."

"Well, crap." Stanley griped.

As the nurse moved away, Jim cocked an eyebrow at him. "You in that big a hurry to get away from me, Blondie?"

"Hell, no. It's not that. It's just... kinda awkward. I'm not real good at waiting. Stake outs have always been a major pain in the butt."

"And?"

"What do you mean, and?"

"That's not all that's bothering you. Stake outs are part of the job, and they’re not awkward. What is it?"

Stanley blew out a breath. After a moment he said, "I like Blair. I really do. But..."

"But he had Benton's head in his lap, and now they're at the apartment together, most likely humping like bunnies." Stanley nodded miserably. "So you're jealous."

Stanley thumped his head back against the wall. "I'm pea-fuckin-green. What the fuck am I gonna do? I don't have any right to be jealous after what I did last night."

"First, let's be clear about this. What really bothers you: the fact that Benton is with Blair, or the fact that he isn't with you?"

"It's the same thing, isn't it?"

"No, not hardly. Do you really begrudge them some fun, or are you just frustrated that you haven't had the nerve to make a move?"

Another deep sigh. "Second one, I guess."

"Then just do something about it, and I'd suggest you do it here instead of waiting till you get back to Chicago."

"Why's that?"

"Because I want a chance to nail both of you."

Vecchio opened his mouth, then closed it. "Ellison, you give a whole new meaning to the term honest cop."

"It should be safe to go back inside now."

Blair was awakened by something very soft, warm, and wet caressing his balls. Eyes still shut, he smiled dreamily, and said, "I don't remember leaving a wake-up call."

A voice down by his crotch said, "A courtesy service, sir."

The Guide reached down blindly, finding soft hair and burying his hands in it. "You just service to your heart's content."

The lapping resumed, moving up his stiffening cock. "You have a most intriguing personal taste, Blair. Quite intoxicating."

Blair's voice was husky. "So Jim tells me. You can get a better taste if you swallow it." He was engulfed by damp heat, and he groaned, arching upward. "Oh, Benny, the things you can do with that mouth! You can do a lot more than talk pretty."

Blair could only lie back and marvel at Fraiser’s oral dexterity. He knew that this was the first time the Mountie had ever given head, but he was doing fantastic. Of course, Blair reflected, there really wasn't such a thing as bad fellatio, just unskilled. But Benton was working like a champion. He must be either very imaginative and intuitive, or else he'd payed close attention while Blair was blowing him.

In any case, Blair was soon bucking, shoving himself as far into Fraiser's mouth as he could, hoping that he wasn't going to choke the sweet guy. He might have, if it had gone on long enough. But Fraiser rolled his balls and used his tongue at exactly the right moment, and Blair orgasmed, shooting a burst of warm cream into the Mountie's eager mouth.

Sandburg went limp. "Wow, Fraiser, that's a lot better than waking up to the clock radio. Speaking of which, what time is it?" He checked the clock. "It's almost four. What say we head to the station and see if anything has broken on that fake lawyer before we head to the hospital to relieve Jim and Stanley?"

"That would be the best course of action."

Blair got up and rummaged in a drawer. "Here." He tossed a bundle of clothing to Benton. "These sweats are a little too big for Jim. They should fit you. You need something a tad less conspicuous than the uniform if we're going to be looking for suspects."

"Very well." The soft material that had hung loosely on Jim hugged Fraser lovingly, like a second skin. "Are you sure these are not too tight, Blair?"

"Do they feel too tight?"

"No. Actually, they are quite comfortable."

"Good. We just have to keep you out of the gay bars. That ass could cause a riot. Let's go."