A ficlet by Anam
“Ray, sapling!”
“Where?”
“Twelve o'clock.”
“Got it.”
--From
the episode ‘An Eye for an Eye.’--
“I
can’t believe you’re making me plant a tree!”
“Well,
Ray, if you hadn’t hit that defenseless sapling with your car we wouldn’t be
here today, now would we?”
“No,
I guess not! I guess we could be somewhere a lot worse, like a dumpster!”
“Now,
Ray. It’s not as bad as you think,” Fraser pouted as he cradled a little
sapling in his arms. He followed Ray through the city park, looking for the
perfect spot to plant their new sapling.
“Benny!
We were trying to prevent a murder from occurring that night! It’s not my fault
that sapling jumped in front of my car!”
“Now
that’s just silly, Ray.”
The
near murder Ray was talking about was that almost committed by Herb Colling,
who had decided to take the law into his own hands against a mugger who terrorized
the local neighborhood for far too long. Ray and Fraser were able to prevent a
tragedy from occurring that night between the two men in the park, but during
their rescue attempt Ray had mowed down a poor, innocent sapling with his Riv.
Fraser
was mortified. He promptly convinced Ray of his transgression and the cop
conceded to replace the valuable loss with a brand new sapling as soon as the
ground thawed with the approaching warmth of spring.
And
without fail, when
Both
men had searched all morning for a small sapling in the various home and
gardening stores around
Ray
then had to get a special permit to plant the tree on city grounds. Fraser made
sure of that, too. Everybody in the bullpen had laughed at them and Welsh threw
his arms up in disgust. The Lieutenant allowed the cop and Mountie to plant
their baby tree only during their lunch hour.
“This
seems to be a good spot to plant the sapling,” Fraser stated confidently as he
finally came to halt, licking his thumb and sticking it in the air to determine
wind direction.
“Humph.”
Ray put on his dark shades and glanced surreptitiously around the park. “I hope
nobody recognizes me. I’m supposed to be a highly respected law enforcement
officer, not some nature freak.”
Ray
took off his suit jacket and rolled up his shirtsleeves. He flung his expensive
silk tie over his shoulder.
“Give
me the shovel and let’s plant this baby.”
“Yes,
Ray.”
It warmed
Fraser to think that Ray would do this, no matter how much the detective
objected. Ray simply did it for him because he asked him.
Fraser
watched Ray dig into the ground. It was a wonderful, early spring day with the
last gray traces of winter melting away. The sun was warm and the breeze was
light and cool. Fraser felt invigorated by it as he took in the lovely sites of
the city park.
Fraser
couldn’t help noticing Ray’s ass.
It
was a perfect, pert ass that flexed beautifully with each exertion the Italian
made. Fraser was highly impressed. Ray’s ass was as beautiful as nature itself,
as beautiful as the trees, skies, streams, mountains, and oceans---
“So, Benny? What do think of my hole? Is it deep enough for you?”
“Excuse
me?” Fraser became flustered.
Ray
was now staring at him over his shoulder, his upper lip beaded with sweat. The
Italian was panting from the heavy exertion.
“My hole, Fraser! Do you like it?”
“Yes,
Ray. Er… it’s very nice.” Fraser blushed.
Ray
rolled his eyes and tossed the shovel aside. He picked up the baby sapling to
drop it into the earth.
“Hold
on, Ray. You need to ease it in very gently.”
“I
know what I’m doing.”
“I
don’t want to damage the roots, they are very delicate.”
“I’m
not going to hurt your little tree, Benny. Trust me.”
Slender
hands lowered the sapling into the earth and tenderly patted the soil around
it, securing the little plant in its new home in
The
cop stood up to examine his work. “There! I planted a tree and the world is a better
place for it. You happy now?”
“Yes,
Ray. The world is a better place thanks to you.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Ray shrugged and brushed the dirt from his slacks. “Fraser, will you
look at me! We need to stop by your place so I can change my suit.”
“You
might also need a shower, Ray.”
“Huh?”
Ray looked up at him, his lips slightly pursed. It was difficult for Fraser to
tell what was going on inside Ray’s head with his hazel eyes hidden behind dark
sunglasses. Ray loved his new shades, he said it added
mystery to his physique. Ray was right about that.
“Maybe
you’re right, Benny,” Ray slowly agreed with a smile. “I could probably use a
shower. I did work up a sweat.”
The
two men walked casually to the Riv, enjoying the warmer weather and not in a
particular rush to end their lunch hour so soon.
“Perhaps
a back rub, too?” Fraser ventured further.
“Whoa!
A back rub?” Ray tried his best to look shocked at his lover. “It was only a
scrawny, little sapling!”
“Someday
it will be a huge redwood, Ray,” Fraser implied with a sly grin, shyly ducking
his head.
“Now
that’s something I gotta see,” Ray purred as he led the Mountie to his car. “Perhaps during our lunch hour?”
“Understood.”
-The End-
Note: Arbor Day is a nationally celebrated observance that
encourages tree planting and care. Founded by J. Sterling Morton in
Not only is this ficlet very smutty, it’s educational, too.
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