By Anam71

April 2000

NC-17 for totally M/M slash that’s better than IHOP.

A PWP/romance with a dash of angst that takes place the morning after.

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything but a broken down green Plymouth and a crappy computer that freezes up when I type these stories.

Please E-mail me at: [email protected]

Sparrow singing-

its tiny mouth

open.

-By Buson (from The Essential Haiku, Trans. & Ed. By Robert Hass; THE ECCO PRESS, 1994.)

Fraser was running for his life, running so hard he actually thought his lungs would burst open in his chest. He kept running, trying to catch up with that silver speeding train.

"Come with me!"

He quickened his stride, his legs pumping hard but this time he couldn’t catch up. For some reason he was a little slower than usual.

"Hurry!"

The dark figure on the train frantically reached out to him but Fraser was just too slow this time. Why?

"BENNY!" He heard Ray scream out to him, but Fraser wasn’t fast enough. He ran even harder but got no where.

"HURRY!"

"I CAN’T!"

Fraser collapsed onto the train station platform in complete exhaustion. He looked up as he saw his love and his future drift quickly away down the track; Ray on the train was still hopelessly reaching out to him and screaming for him. Ray suddenly disappeared into the black tunnel, gone forever and out of his life.

"RAY! OH GOD RAY! DON’T LEAVE ME!"

Fraser abruptly sat up, reeling and shaking from his whiplash nightmare.

He looked around and realized he wasn’t on the train station platform, but in his small and spare apartment and sitting in his even smaller bed. He quickly reached over to the right side of his bed and found it empty.

"Ray?"

Fraser called out into the silent apartment. "Ray?" He got no answer.

He groaned sadly.

Where was his Ray?

Why wasn’t Ray in bed with him?

He left me. Ray left me. Ray made love to me and then he left me.

Fraser shivered in his cold loneliness, unbelieving that this could happen to him a second time.

It had happened with Victoria, and now it happened with Ray.

He got over Victoria, slowly but surely, but with the help of Ray. She didn’t mattered now; maybe she never mattered.

But getting over Ray, that was impossible, unimaginable, and unthinkable.

If Ray was gone, his life was gone. He simply wanted to die.

"Ray?"

Still no answer in his quiet apartment.

How can this happen yet again? Did making love with Ray last night ruin their friendship?

They made love to each other for the first time last night, and that’s why Ray left.

They were on a stakeout and during the arrest there was a shootout and bullets were flying everywhere. When the dust finally settled, Fraser couldn’t find Ray anywhere! Ray was no longer at his side, he was gone!

"Ray!"

He got no answer and he felt a burning panic in his heart for the really first time in his life. Was he hurt? Was Ray killed? Where was he?

"RAY! RAY!"

"Over here Benny!"

The detective was crouched under some crates with his gun in his hands. He got up and walked over to Fraser, and Ray looked pale and upset.

"You okay, Benny?"

"Um, yes Ray."

"Well, let me help Huey out, okay?"

"Okay."

Later that evening on the way to Fraser’s apartment in the Riv, Ray talked to him in that daring voice with that cynical Chicago accent.

"Benny, are ya okay?"

"Ray, for a moment I thought you were killed."

"Ah, jeez Benny, so did I. I have no idea how we got separated like that. Damn, that’s was the first time that has ever happened to us. I was really worried something happened to you."

"Really Ray?"

Ray rolled his eyes and sighed."Yes, Benny. And you know it."

And several minutes later they both burst into Fraser’s small apartment room, the door slamming open and they were tearing their clothes off each other, reaching blindly for each other with their mouths and hands.

"Ray! Don’t ever leave me! Never leave my side, promise me!"

"Benny, I will never leave you! I love you!"

They had made love to each other in his small narrow bed, a little clumsy and awkwardly at first, but eventually they became highly coordinated like two ballet dancers well into the night as they learned each other’s bodies and moves and pressure points.

Fraser couldn’t count how many times he came that night; it just seemed they couldn’t get enough of each other. It seemed every time when they both finally drifted off to sleep, one would happen to wake up and nudge the other one awake and they would be fucking each other again.

They finally managed to fall asleep at last from complete exhaustion, and here was Fraser now waking up to an empty cold bed. Ray must have realized in the early morning hours what a terrible mistake he has made last night and fled the apartment as soon as he realized it.

Fraser hopped out of his bed and found no traces of Ray or his clothes or his overcoat anywhere, and so he certainly wasn’t in the communal bathroom. Ray was actually gone, like all the others in his past life! His mother, his father, Victoria.

Oh God, not again!

Now there was a sudden *click click* noise and the turning of the doorknob, and in swing Ray with his arms full of grocery bags and smiling away.

"Hiya, Benny baby! You’re finally up! Look at what I got for ya! I got Canadian bacon and Canadian maple syrup. And I also got biscotti, just to be fair, ya know, and I… Benny, what’s the matter?"

Ray was staring at a naked Mountie who had a look of pain and horror on his pale handsome face. "Benny?"

"I thought you left, Ray."

"Yeah, I left to go to the market. You got shit here to eat, so I went to buy you some *real* food. I don’t now how you can live like this sometimes."

"I thought you left me."

"What?"

"I thought you left me after what happened last night."

Ray was now gaping at him with a mixture of surprise and sadness and some annoyance.

"Benny, I would never leave you! Damn, I have been after you for so long you think I would just simply leave? Is that what you think of me?"

"Uh… I’m sorry Ray. I didn’t mean it that way."

"Then what exactly did you mean?"

Fraser meekly shrugged. "Well, every time I love someone, or try to love someone, they wind up just leaving, or dying…"

"Oh Benny, that’s not going to happen to us, it’s not going to be that way. I promise you, I’m not going anywhere, okay? This is going to be different for you this time."

"Um, okay."

"Listen to me, I mean it! You’re stuck with me, okay? I’m going to be the most permanent fucking thing in your life. You’re going have to pry me off you with a crowbar, you understand?"

"Yes, Ray."

"I’m going to be stuck to you like crazy glue, you’re going to have to peel and scrape me off you, and I’ll be like a leach…"

"Yes, Ray! I think I got the point now!" Fraser was smiling with absolute relief and joy, and maybe some embarrassment.

"I think I’m trying to tell you that I love you, Benny."

"I love you too, Ray."

The grateful Mountie stepped up and threw his big arms around Ray and the grocery bags, hugging his lover and his food very hard.

"Hey Benny, you’re crushing my eggs!"

"Um, sorry Ray."

"Well, don’t just stand there sulking, help me out."

Fraser then immediately proceeded to unbuckle Ray’s belt. Ray was glaring at him and his wiry arms were starting to hurt with muscle fatigue from the heavy bags.

"Benny! I meant help me put away the groceries!"

A determined and grinning Fraser ignored him and zipped down his pants.

"Fine, Benny. Be that way! You just do what you gotta do, you never listen to me anyway."

Ray stumbled to the kitchen counter to put the bags down with a persistent Mountie tagging along with his hands in Ray’s pants.

"Benny, you’re in the way! Aghhh, never mind."

Ray began to pull out various food items from the paper bags as Fraser pulled Ray’s slacks down to his ankles. Fraser then tried to remove the stubborn pants but to no avail.

"Oh dear."

"Serves you right, Benny. Next time you remove my shoes first before you take off my pants."

Ray began placing canned and dry food items into the cupboard and he felt his right shin being grabbed and pulled up as his lover began to remove his right shoe.

"You better not make me trip and fall on my ass."

Now shoeless and sockless, Fraser began tugging Ray’s pants off his ankles and Ray nearly dropped a box of macaroni on his head. "Benny! Be careful, will ya!"

The dauntless Mountie withstood the complaining from his noisy lover as he stripped off the long dark overcoat and peeled off the gray Armani suit jacket. Oh no! Ray was wearing a turtle neck sweater!

"Um, Ray?"

"What?"

"I need to take off your sweater."

"I need to put the milk in the refrigerator."

"It will only a few seconds, Ray."

"So will the milk, Benny."

"Please Ray!"

"Ah, jeez! Okay! Hey wait! Let me put down the milk first! Okay, go ahead."

Ray rolled his eyes and lifted up his arms as his friend yanked up his sweater over his chest and head.

"The things I do for you, Benny."

Ray was now free of his sweater and standing only in his black briefs, and Fraser was standing there beaming at him with his pale cock fully erect and alert.

"Now can I put the milk and eggs away?" Ray sighed.

Fraser nodded, and Ray dutifully went to the refrigerator with his perishables and neatly put them away.

Watching a domestic Ray bent over like that inside his icebox made Fraser momentarily dizzy and he was actually salivating. Maybe he was hungry after all, and Ray’s ass did look quite yummy.

Fraser stepped up behind his lover and with trembling hands yanked down the small black briefs, revealing a small and immaculately shaped ass.

"Your timing is impeccable, Benny! You managed to take down my briefs when I got the refrigerator door open! Damn it, it’s cold!"

"Sorry, my Ray of light."

"Oh, Jeez Benny! I think you need a insulin shot before breakfast."

With all the groceries efficiently put away and Ray stripped completely naked, Fraser knew what was coming next and it certainly wasn’t bacon.

"What do you want for breakfast, Benny?"

"I want you."

"No, really Benny. What do you want?"

"You."

"Oh come on, Benny. What do you really want?"

A nude Ray turned to the kitchen counter to do his ‘Martha Stewart thing’ and Fraser quietly slipped behind him and wrapped his strong arms around that lovely slim waist.

"I want you for breakfast, Ray."

Fraser kissed and licked that very long graceful neck and gently rubbed Ray’s belly with his hand, and the stubborn Italian finally shuddered against him with a long sigh.

"God, Benny. You haven’t eaten for hours. Don’t you want to eat something?"

"Umm hmm."

"Benny, you can’t live on cum alone."

"Umm hmm."

Fraser pressed his slender lover against the kitchen counter, licking and nipping Ray’s shoulder blades and back and smoothing out the lean flanks with both of his pale hands. How did Ray get so limber and silky and long? It was like holding a python in your arms.

"Oh God, Benny."

"Breakfast, Ray."

"Yeah? What about it?"

"I want to be inside you for breakfast, Ray."

The Mountie leaned forward, holding on to the small hips and began stroking his hard pale cock between those perfectly tight ass cheeks, fully letting his intentions be known by his lover.

"Holy shit!" Ray gasped and slightly bucked within Fraser’s firm grasp, his shaven head now thrown back to rest on Fraser’s shoulder.

"Let me in, Ray. Please let me in."

"Are you sure Benny? Oh God, you ready for this?"

"Yes, my Ray. Let me in. Will you let me in?"

Ray felt his lover thrust against him with some more urgency and he felt himself melt with each push as he was pinned against the kitchen counter. Oh God, give him what he wants, Ray thought. Nobody has ever wanted him so bad and Ray reveled in it like it was his birthday.

They only had been lovers for less than twenty-four hours and already they have progressed this far: anal sex in the kitchen.

Ray had a feeling that they were going to be pretty great lovers and he now wanted the Mountie to be so deeply inside him that he can taste it. Wow!

Give him what he wants now or stand all day with your dick smashed against the utensil drawer.

"Please Benny, I want you to fuck me!"

"Oh God Ray! Thank you!"

Fraser kissed and nipped the back of Ray’s neck as a small reward, and Ray gracefully leaned over the counter waiting for an even bigger reward and Fraser suddenly stopped.

"I need stuff, oh dear."

Ray groaned in frustration, but the resourceful Mountie reached his arms forward over Ray’s prone body to open up the cupboard.

Ray looked up and frowned as Fraser’s hands frantically move about in the cupboard knocking over cans and boxes, rudely ruining Ray’s neat little placement of various food items and all in alphabetical order too!

"Oh, Benny! You’re making a mess of my… Ouch!" Ray winced as a peppershaker toppled out and landed smack on his head.

"My Ray! I’m so sorry! Are you all right?"

Fraser bent down to kiss and lick the small hurt on the peach-fuzz head.

"Benny, I’m okay. What the hell are you looking for?"

"I’m looking for the oil, Ray. Let’s see here, ‘M,’ ‘N,’ ‘O,’ ‘P’… I see olives, peanut butter, peas, pimentos…hmm, I’m looking between the oatmeal and olives and I see no oil."

"Benny, I put the oil under ‘C’ for ‘cooking oil,’ okay?"

"Let me see, Ray. Animal crackers, apple sauce, bacon bits, baked beans, canned carrots… Ah! I found the cooking oil!"

"Oh Benny, thank God!"

"Well, Ray, I believe this is not necessarily oil strictly for ‘cooking.’ This oil may have multiple uses for baking and frying, and yet also for making light salad dressings too, so I wouldn’t have placed it under ‘C’ for this purpose. In addition, this is pure vegetable oil, so I would have placed it under ‘V’ for ‘vegetable oil,’ but on the other hand…"

"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST FRASIER! WILL YOU JUST GET THE FUCKING OIL!"

"Um, yes Ray."

Fraser finally reached for the cooking…uh, vegetable oil, and with shaky hands he managed to open the top cap of the bottle with his arms still wrapped around Ray’s thin body.

Ray stared amazed as the large pale hands in front of him struggled with the bottle, and he gaped as one trembling hand poured what seemed to be a gallon of oil into the palm of the other hand, enough oil to grease up at least a hundred cake pans.

"Uh, Benny? Exactly how much oil do you need?"

"Sorry Ray. I’m a little clumsy today."

Ray was clutching hard to the edge of the kitchen counter, and he was now getting a little nervous as he watched those large pale hands in front of him slather together with the dripping oil. What was Benny up to with all that oil? Was he planning to stick his whole fist up Ray’s ass?

"OH FUCK YES!"

Ray screamed as one oil slick hand grasped his hard cock and smoothly stroked him, slippery and warm all around his shaft.

"Ray, are you all right?"

"Oh Benny, are you ever going to fuck me or what?"

"Oh God, my Ray."

The detective loudly moaned as oil dripping slick fingers slipped in between his ass cheeks, gently and tenderly stroking him and driving him crazy.

"Oh Benny, shit! That feels wonderful!"

"Wait, Ray."

With that small warning Fraser easily glided an index finger up Ray’s small dark opening and a helpless Ray let out another banshee scream.

"Ray, oh you are so hot and tight, Ray!"

Ray was at a loss now, deciding whether to thrust forward to pump his cock into that large firm hand, or to thrust back against that finger so snug in his ass. He just didn’t know anymore, and was more confused than ever when a second finger was inserted into his body.

"Oh God Benny! Hurry! I want you inside me!"

"In a moment Ray, please."

Fraser added a third finger to his lover and felt that hot body squirm and shake under him. He wanted to make sure his lover was really prepared for his entry, for he couldn’t live with himself if he caused Ray any pain. He had caused him enough pain already.

"Please! Please Benny! Now, I want you now!"

"Yes Ray, my love!"

Fraser pulled his fingers out and let go of his grip on Ray’s cock, and he reached forward for the bottle of oil again.

"What? More oil Benny?"

"It’s for me Ray. It’s for me."

Fraser poured some oil onto his own throbbing pale shaft and quickly and hastily rubbed it on in order to avoid coming right there on his lover’s slender back, and he splashed some more on Ray’s ass for good measure.

"Oh Jesus, Fraser!"

"I just don’t want to hurt you, Ray."

Ray was practically slumped over the kitchen counter at a ninety-degree angle, his forehead pressed down against the cool flat surface and he was bracing himself for his lover, waiting for him. That lean firm ass was up for the offering; Ray’s gorgeous ass was now for Fraser’s taking.

"Oh God, Ray, you are so beautiful."

Fraser pulled the small hips up and began to nudge the warm soft center of his lover with his cock. He delicately pushed forward, gently rocking against the sleek body and Fraser’s eyes suddenly widened as he effortlessly slipped deeply inside that sweet heat, fully buried now to the hilt. It must have been all that oil.

It felt like heaven.

Ray wailed his approval under him, shuddering and gasping for air.

"Oh my God Fraser!"

"Ray my love, did I hurt you?"

"I think I hear angels singing!"

Fraser lifted his head up and strained to listen for any singing angels, but he only heard a wailing siren in the distance from outside his window. Was that the angel Ray was referring to?

"Benny please! Fuck me!"

Fraser began to gingerly push and pull into that fiery body, so tight and safe around his cock like a hand in a glove, warm and protected from the winter chills. Ray was brilliant that way, always protecting him from the slings and arrows of outrageous Chicago. Ray was a pure warm haven for his soul.

"Harder lover, I know you can do it Benny! You can do anything! Harder baby!"

The Mountie kindly obliged and slammed himself into Ray, giving him everything he got with his heart. Ray choked on his surprise at this sudden show of force from the shy Canadian and his even shyer cock pounding into him.

"Oh fuck Benny! Yes! Yes! I can’t believe you!"

"Ray, Ray, Ray, I love you, Ray!"

Fraser couldn’t believe what he was seeing, looking down and watching as his pale shaft kept disappearing and reappearing into that hot tight fissure as if it was a magic trick, a slight of hand. Speaking of which, the Mountie gripped and stroked Ray’s cock with more insistence and love, playing him like a musical instrument as evidenced by Ray’s melodious cries.

Ray’s arms blindly flailed out as he was taken hard by his lover, knocking a coffee cup or two to the floor. He was now clutching to the faucet of the kitchen sink, holding on tight for dear life. He had better not pull the sink pipes out of the wall, Dennis the apartment’s super would have a hissy fit.

Incredibly, Fraser even pushed harder, deeper, and Ray was sobbing under the attack. And that hand so slick and slippery around his shaft pumped unrelentingly, flinging Ray to another cosmic level of existence. He existed only for his Benny.

As if Fraser was reading his mind, he bent over and whispered into Ray’s ear: "You belong to me Ray, you belong to no one but me, not even your mother."

"BENNY! OH FUCK!"

Ray cried out as he came into his best friend’s grip, bucking clumsily against the counter and his lover like he was bouncing inside a pinball machine, and Fraser was the pinball wizard. Ray had never come so hard in his life and he thought for a moment that he might actually die right there.

He would die a really happy man.

Fraser soon joined in with a howl of his own, matching that of Ray’s and he hotly poured himself into the silky smooth body, filling it up and drowning in it himself as he came. He flung his dark head back and gritted his teeth, noting the water stains on his ceiling and how his lover tightened all around him.

"RAY! OH GOD RAY!"

Both men seemed to be stuck in time, pressed firmly and tightly against each other for all of time, like ancient fossils or old dinosaur bones stuck in rock, waiting and waiting and riding it out. They wanted to savor every moment of this beloved and fleeting bliss; both sadly knowing it wouldn’t last.

Fraser finally pulled out of his lover and stumbled back stunned and wide-eyed, as if he had witnessed a miracle or had seen the image of the Virgin Mary on Ray’s ass. His elbows were leaning against the table now, and he managed to focus his wild burning gaze at his embattled lover. "Ray?"

Ray had his own problems. The oil slicked Italian was draped over the counter, his head basically in the kitchen sink and he was harshly panting. Ray at last spoke, his voice echoing in the sink and pipes: "Oh Benny! That was so fucking amazing. I can’t believe you."

"Ray, I love you."

"You sure do."

Ray let go of his death grip on the faucet and slowly sank down to the floor, but not without clutching to the edge of the kitchen counter for a moment to break his fall. Ray seemed to curl up into a tight little ball, blinking and dazed at what he had just experienced. Ray was now a true believer: Fraser was really Super Mountie.

Somewhat recovered, Fraser now sympathetically stared down at his vanquished lover on the floor, all greased up and nowhere to go.

"Um, Ray?"

"Yeah baby?"

"Breakfast?"

"Yeah, what about it?"

"Well Ray, aren’t you going to make me breakfast?"

Ray was now glaring at him. "What? What do you want?"

"I would like oatmeal with a banana, please."

"That’s it, Benny? I bring you the whole fucking food market and you only want goddamn oatmeal?"

"Um, yes Ray."

"I don’t believe it."

"Uh, Ray?"

"What now, Benny?"

"With my oatmeal I like my banana thinly sliced, thank you kindly."

endnote: How did a story that started out so seriously wind up ending so silly?

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