By Anam
Written in 2002,
dusted off the cobwebs in 2005.
Adult for M/M slash. Some
sap, which leads to sex, so it’s all good.
A romance
featuring Benny and the Classic Ray.
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em,
they belong to their Moms.
Please E-mail me at: [email protected]
The moon and its broken
reflection
And its shadows shall appear,
As the symbol of love in
heaven,
And its wavering image here.
-from ‘The Bridge’ by Henry
Ray had to admit he felt
proud of himself right about now and he smiled.
Even from a distance of
several kilometers and the pitch-black of midnight, the tiny cabin looked whole
and complete. The little box-like structure twinkle its lights from numerous
windows, winking at him as it breathed white smoke from its chimney. The cabin
seemed to be alive.
Ray shook his head at such silly
thoughts. *Jesus, Vecchio! Stop being a sap!*
The
“So, Benny? What do ya think?”
“I think you are the sexiest
man in the world.”
Ray rolled his eyes at the
mushy response. “Benny! I meant the cabin. Do you like it?”
Fraser pressed in closer. “I
love it, Ray.” Another nibble to Ray’s neck to show his appreciation and Ray
laughed.
“Yeah? You don’t think it’s too small?”
“It’s big enough for the both
of us, Ray, and that’s what matters most. I don’t want room for visitors
anyway.”
“Wow! How
rude of you, Benny!”
Fraser blushed at that.
“I never fixed up a cabin before,
Fraser. There’s not many of them in
“You did absolutely fine,
Ray. May I add the bathroom is an absolute masterpiece?”
Ray grinned at that. “Hmm, I
kinda guessed that after hearing you flush the toilet a thousand times.”
“Well, Ray, the reality of
having a functional bathroom in my cabin has never crossed my mind before. I
guess I was trying to convince myself that I wasn’t dreaming.”
“Ya know, Fraser, most people
require just a pinch on the ass to convince themselves they’re not dreaming,
but only you would flush a toilet to do that.”
“Sorry, Ray.”
Ray leaned back against his
lover’s chest. “Well, I’m just glad I didn’t screw this up like some other
things.”
“Other
things?” Fraser stopped nibbling
Ray’s earlobe. “What other things, Ray?”
“Um, it’s nothing, Benny.”
Ray silently cursed himself, his big mouth and his annoying habit of uttering
everything that was going on in his ever-active brain.
Ray now stammered, “It’s
nothing. Don’t mind me. Let’s go back, okay?”
The cop turned to walk
towards the cabin, but Fraser held on to Ray’s shoulders, keeping him in place.
Fraser stared into reluctant, hazel eyes. “Ray?”
“Yeah, Benny?”
“Are you going to tell me?”
“Tell you what?”
“Tell me what you meant by
‘other things’? I want to know.”
“After what I did to you I
just want to make it up to you by fixing your cabin, okay?” Ray shrugged his
shoulders helplessly.
“What did you do to me, Ray?”
“I don’t know if you’re still
aware of this, but I did shoot you in the back.”
Fraser blinked at him in surprise. “Ray?”
“Can we just forget it,
Benny?”
“Ray, I don’t think that’s
possible.”
“Then let’s make it possible.
That’s why we’re here, right?”
“Ray, it was your idea for us
to come up north and fix the cabin, and to finally put
“Benny, that was long ago.
We’ve known each other for over two years and we’ve been through a lot
together. We’ve always managed to get through everything and we’ll get through
this, too.”
“But you admit I did hurt you?
I really did hurt you.”
“I’d hurt you too, Benny. I
shot you.”
“Ray, I’m not talking of
physical injuries, it’s about what I’ve done to your heart.”
What his friend went through
Fraser could only imagine, the emotional and spiritual drain from the heavy
burden of his own blindness and selfishness regarding his love for
Throughout all of this not
once did Ray falter. The cop was always at his side, supporting him through his
storm. Ray’s friendship for him had never changed. However, in minor ways Ray himself
did change, slightly altered by the devastating experience. The Italian seemed
more sober and subdued, and perhaps a little more cautious: the man had sheared
his hair and wore dark clothing. Was Ray playing it safe, blending more into
the shadows and not calling attention to himself by
keeping his distance?
Had he done this to Ray?
“God, what I would do to see
you wear one of those colorful silk shirts again.”
“Oh, Benny,” Ray looked at
him sadly. “If you make me come hard tonight, I promise you I’ll wear a damn dress.”
“You gave me back my cabin,
Ray.”
“You gave me a cabin to
build.”
“I do love my new bathroom.”
“I want to fuck you on our new
kitchen table, Benny.”
“Please fuck me on the hearth
rug in front of a roaring fire, Ray,” Fraser begged teasingly.
“Only after
I fuck you in the shower.”
“But not before you fuck me
in the pantry.”
“Whoa! Wait a second! We have
a pantry, Fraser?”
“Yes we do, Ray. Don’t you
remember building it?”
“I thought it was a linen
closet.”
“It’s both a pantry and a
linen closet, Ray.”
“Why am I always the last to
know these things?” the cop complained.
A plaintive howl echoed from
the woods, making Ray jump in his skin.
Ray looked nervously at their
dark surroundings. It was noisy surroundings with a lot of strange and weird
activity going on. But as Benny had said many times before it was night and all
nocturnal creatures were simply doing their thing: hunting, killing, and eating
each other.
It was almost like
Ray shivered and quickened
his stride towards the cabin.
“Ray?”
“Yeah,
Fraser?”
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong. I just want
to get back to the cabin.”
“Are you sure that’s it?”
“Yes.” Ray turned his head
sharply as he heard ominous howling in the distance again. Maybe it was Dief
playing another trick on him.
“Why do we have these midnight
walks, Benny? We can’t see anything anyway!”
“Ah,” Fraser grinned sweetly
at him. “I’ll protect you, Ray.”
The detective scowled at him,
“Frasier! Let’s go!”
Fraser felt a sexy chill at
the sudden reversal of their roles: Ray usually was his protector in the big
city of
Fraser never knew anyone who
made him feel this way before, happy and light-headed with love. Not even
Ray had finally brought him
out of the cold of those miserable, lonely years, bringing him into the sun and
the warmth of his soul.
Ray, his
Mediterranean lover.
“I love you, Ray.”
The detective stopped his
hurried steps to regard his partner. “Yeah, Benny?”
The Mountie nodded shyly.
“Well, Benny, if you love me
as much as I love you, then you love me twice as much.”
“Huh?”
“Uh, never mind.”
Ray felt himself being lifted
suddenly into the air and positioned soundly on the cool ground. Fraser
straddled him before he was aware of what was happening to him.
“Hey,
Benny! You wanna do it here on the
grass and bugs, you horny Mountie… umph!”
Ray almost pulled back, but
Fraser caught him quickly and delved in, kissing the perfect mouth deeply and
passionately.
“Okay, Fraser!” Ray gasped
out. “Let’s go to the cabin.”
“No, Ray.”
“What?”
“I said no. Please don’t
argue with me, Ray.” Fraser jammed his tongue into Ray’s mouth to silence him.
Ray wasn’t going to fight
this one, just give in to him and surrender. This was Fraser’s territory now. Ray
simply lay there as his lover quickly stripped him naked, tugging off his
sweater and pulling down his pants and briefs.
Fraser gazed down upon the
nude image bathed in white moonlight like a waking dream. The slim body glowed
softly and Ray’s beautiful eyes seemed to have lost some of the familiar green
only to be replaced by metallic silver and lust.
Ray was now his little forest
demon.
“Ray, do you know what it
means to me when I make love to you?”
“I guess it makes you pretty
damn glad, huh?” Ray laughed.
“You don’t know, Ray. It goes
further beyond that. What you do to me, Ray, how could you possibly know?”
“Benny?”
“Every time I see you come,
Ray, it is like new birth for me. All I want to do is see you come. I want to
make you come all night.”
“It’s
okay, Fraser. Anytime you want…”
“I’m going to make you come,”
Fraser said with determination as he yanked open his flannel shirt, the flying
buttons bouncing off Ray’s chest and face. The Canadian attacked his own
denims, clawing at the zipper and metal clasp, pushing the rough material down
his thighs and legs.
“Benny?” Ray glared at the
hypnotic state his friend was in. Exactly what the hell was in that stream
water they had drunk?
Fraser landed heavily on top
of him, parting Ray’s legs with his knee and covering a nipple with his mouth.
Ray screamed in shocked delight, realizing there was nothing like making love
with Benny under the northern night sky and the moon and the stars.
Fraser stopped unexpectedly,
lifting himself off Ray’s body. Ray protested the loss of bodily contact.
“Benny?”
His friend looked upon him
with wicked tenderness. “Trust me, Ray. This time you can trust me.”
Ray nodded silently and he
felt two hands grab his shins, pushing his legs up against his chest. Ray was
now curled up, revealing all of himself blatantly to Benny and
Ray was starting to feel
vulnerable being exposed like this, but the Mountie’s angelic gaze assured him
everything was going to be all right. Ray watched as Fraser’s head disappeared
beneath his body and Ray choked on his scream when he felt a very wet tongue
lapping at his core.
“Benny? Fraser! Oh God! Okay.
If this is what you really want… OH GOD!”
Ray was sobbing from his
lover’s tender administrations. Fraser’s tongue was probing the thin, delicate
tissue of Ray’s scrotum, licking his way down the small expanse of sensitive
skin to Ray’s anus. The Mountie then covered the small opening with his mouth
and drew on it, tasting Ray’s earthy sweetness.
Ray shuddered and groaned.
The pleasure was too unbearable for him. Ray found himself squirming away from
Benny’s busy mouth, but Fraser caught him by the hips and pulled him roughly back
into place.
“Stay, Ray.” Fraser clasped
Ray’s hands firmly to the ground and consumed him.
“No, Benny! I think… I’m
going to come!”
“Please do, Ray, I insist,”
Fraser murmured softly against Ray’s cleft.
Ray tossed his head back and
wailed, his voice echoing throughout the neighboring forest. And for a strange
moment it seemed all predatory activity of the night had come to a sudden halt,
made silent by the unnatural cries coming from the ravished Italian.
Fraser crawled up Ray’s limp
body, licking him clean along the way and he wrapped his arms around Ray’s
neck, pressing his face to his lover’s chest.
“Anything,” Fraser was saying
over and over again, “Anything for you, Ray.”
Fraser began to quietly hump
his lover, thrusting his cock against the firm stomach. “You were always there
for me, Ray. You waited for me. You waited for me to come to my senses and you
waited for my love.”
Fraser felt Ray’s cock come
back to life under his body, swelling and hardening under his thrusting
movements. He pushed harder against the cop, hoping to bring another climatic
release for Ray.
“All that
you do for me, Ray. Do you realize
you saved me that night?”
Fraser would never forget the
night they had endured together, the danger they had cheated: Ray had done
something difficult and frightening to emerge victorious with Benny’s name on
his mouth, his Roman hero’s mouth now open for his wreathing kiss.
“Ray.” Fraser kissed Ray on
the mouth and he kissed him again as they both came against each other under
the moon and stars.
“Um, Ray? We should go back
to the cabin.”
“What?”
“The cabin,
Ray.”
“Hmm? What cabin?”
-The End-
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