By Anam
Written in 2001, dusted off
cobwebs in 2005, and gathered enough courage to post in 2006.
M/M slash
that is smutty and sort of silly.
This story is a missing scene
that takes place during the episode ‘The Witness,’ featuring Benny and Classic
Ray.
Disclaimer:
Please E-mail me at: [email protected]
Love is space and time
measured by the heart.
-Marcel Proust
“Damn, Benny! Let’s never go through that again
as long as we live!”
“Yes, Ray. I totally agree
with you.”
“Well, that’s a first.”
Ray stumbled across the
kitchen and slumped into a chair in Fraser’s spartan
apartment. He would have never guessed he would be so happy to be back in this
dump that Fraser called home, but after spending several long days in prison even
He almost laughed at this.
Ray guessed freedom made all
the difference in the world. The freedom to stay or leave,
the freedom to make it better or worse, the freedom to choose. Ray figured
Fraser should know this as well as anyone else.
He knew as Fraser became more
acquainted with city life and less dependent on him as a guide in
Ray sighed at the thought. He
did push his luck by getting themselves into this mess over Torres. Contrary to
Ray’s initial anxiety that Fraser would turn into pretty-boy bait in the
slammer, the Mountie had handled himself expertly in prison
by getting along with the inmates and having enough sense to watch his ass and
keeping it untouched and unsullied.
He couldn’t believe Fraser
would choose to land himself in jail in order to save his ass, but that’s what
Fraser did for him, soiling his pristine character just enough to steal a box
of milk duds.
With time Fraser would have
more choices presented to him, including the choice to return his homeland. Ray
had no doubt all of
Traffic jams, drug dealers,
uncivilized people, and a loud-mouthed cop: Ray could never blame Fraser if he
preferred to leave
Fraser closed his door and
greeted the white wolf at his feet. “Did you miss me during my prolonged
absence, Diefenbaker?”
Dief yawned and sauntered to the corner of the room for
another nap.
“Maybe spending a few days in
the doggie pound will teach your wolf to appreciate the finer things in life,
Benny,” Ray commented wryly as he watched a cockroach skitter across the
kitchen floor to hide under the gas stove.
Fraser considered his
friend’s remark sincerely. “I have to admit, Ray, I had found our experience in
prison quite enlightening.”
Ray spun around in his seat
to glare at him. “What? You liked being a jail-bird?”
“I didn’t say that, Ray. What
I’m saying is that I’ve learned considerably from the experience… from our
experience together in prison.”
“You were a lousy jail
librarian, Fraser.”
“No, I was a book monitor,
and as I have pointed out to you earlier there is quite a distinction.”
“Well, at least you’re not
calling yourself a literary technician for the morally challenged,” Ray
grumbled, rubbing his tired face with his hands.
“That’s just silly, Ray.”
“Benny, I’ve really got to
get out of this monkey suit.” Ray stood up and tugged at his itchy jail issued-clothing
nervously. He could still smell the essence of the institution and the fear in
the rough fabric.
“Ray, I think we should’ve
rightfully returned these prison garments to the proper authorities before we’ve
left the premises--”
“Fraser! I think we should’ve
rightfully got the fuck out of there before any of those inmates got hold of us
again and fed our balls to the pigeons! Huey said he’ll pick up our personal
belongings and your hat from the prison guards.”
“I was only making an
observation, Ray.”
“Well, observe this!” Ray
yanked the offensive prison-blue shirt off his torso and threw it dramatically
to the floor in complete disgust. “I want my Armani!”
Ray turned and walked to the
closet to fetch one of his spare suits when he heard Fraser gasp.
“Ray!”
“What is it now?”
“It’s your back!”
“What about it, Benny?”
“There are bruises.”
“You don’t say.”
“What happened to you?”
“I’ve told you, Benny, the
floor jumped up and hit me,” Ray sighed wearily. “Don’t worry about it.”
Fraser was skeptical. “The
floor did that to you?”
“I bounced a few times.”
“Does it hurt?”
“Of course they do, they’re
bruises and they’re supposed to hurt.”
“Why didn’t you tell me it
was this bad?”
“Because it
wasn’t.”
“You still should’ve told me,
Ray.”
“Look, I didn’t want you
getting all worried, okay? I needed you to think straight. I was depending on
you to get me out of this stupid mess I’ve created for myself.”
Fraser shoulders slumped in
defeat. “You depended on me and I’d let you down.”
“What are you talking about,
Benny?”
“Yes, I did. I should’ve
gotten to you sooner to help. Ray, I could hardly manage to steal a box of milk
duds.”
“Fraser, you know I was
kidding you about that. Theft is theft no matter how you look at it and I’ve
caused you to steal on my behalf. So if anyone has let down anyone around here
then it’s gotta be me.”
“That’s not true, Ray. You
didn’t make me do anything I wouldn’t want to do.”
“Are you sure about that,
Benny?” Ray shook his head and frowned at his best friend. “I bet you had to
force yourself steal a big box of milk duds for me and not the little trial-size
crap.”
“Ray, I assure you the box I
stole wasn’t that big. I would say it was approximately medium-sized, enough to
roughly hold twelve to fifteen milk duds--”
“Fraser! Will you listen to
yourself? We’re getting ourselves nowhere with this blame game. Look, as far as
I see it nobody has let anybody down. Torres is alive and safe, Kruger is in
jail, Louise is off our backs, I’ve learned my lesson in humility and you’ve
learned a lesson in the American judiciary system! Capische?”
“Understood.”
“Good! Don’t just stand there
sulking. Break out the herbal tea, it’s time to
celebrate our freedom.”
Ray turned again to the closet
in search of his elusive suit.
“But Ray…” Fraser was
exasperated by this man. Why did Ray always have to insist on carrying the
weight of the world on his shoulders, or at least Fraser’s world?
Fraser did as he was told and
entered the kitchen to fetch the teakettle.
The cop was digging through
hanging Mountie uniforms and flannel shirts, looking
for anything remotely Italian when he suddenly felt something strange occur to
his body. A warm, soft dampness had touched the center of his back, right on
his spine, as if he was smacked lightly by a bird flying in from the rain.
He was sure of it.
Ray froze on the spot. There
was heavy breathing behind him. “Dief?”
“No, it’s me, Ray.”
“Uh, Benny? Did you just kiss my back?”
“Yes, Ray.”
Ray swallowed his fear. “May
I ask why?”
“I simply had to, Ray.”
“What do you mean by that,
Benny?”
“What do I mean by that?” Fraser
asked nervously.
“Yes, Benny.” Ray grew
impatient with anticipation, but he tried to hide it from his voice, sensing
something huge coming his way. “Tell me what you mean by that.”
“When one feels compelled to
do something, now matter how frightening or daunting one must do it, like
jumping off the edge of a cliff, heading into a snowstorm, stealing a box of
milk duds, and kissing you…”
Ray’s heart was pounding so
hard in his chest he thought he would die.
“Fraser? When did all of this
start?”
“It started when I met you in
the holding cell--”
“That was almost two years
ago, Benny.”
“I’m aware of that, Ray.”
“Two years is a long time to
hold in something like that. Something like that can wear down your soul if you
choose to wait that long.”
Fraser was gazing at him
intently, with gentle sympathy. “You yourself seem well acquainted with my predicament.”
For a moment Ray wanted to
run for the door. Yes, he and Benny were close; they were best friends, but
there were some hidden things deep inside Ray Vecchio
only Ray Vecchio knew. To have another human being
push all his buttons like this was unsettling.
“When I said I’ve learned considerably
from our experience I believe you didn’t understand my intent, Ray.”
“What were you trying to tell
me that I didn’t understand, Fraser?”
“From our experience I’ve
learned that without your presence by my side, all my accomplishments and my
actions seem rather empty and hollow. I can only guess when you strip it down
to its final core, love is what remains, and that’s what I need.”
“Love? You’re saying you love me, Benny?”
“Yes, Ray. I love you. I can
only hope you can return what I feel for you.”
“You hope I love you?” Ray
was asking this question more to himself than to Benny.
“Do you, Ray? Do you love
me?”
Ray turned his back on the Mountie.
“Ray?” Fraser’s voice had never
sounded so small, so scared.
“Are there many bruises,
Fraser?”
“Uh, yes, Ray. I do see quite
a few bruises.”
“Kiss ‘em all, Benny.
Please, love?”
Ray heard Fraser’s sudden
intake of breath and the cop shivered as soft-caressing lips fluttered all over
his back, touching him with incredible lightness. It felt so right, so healing
to have Benny’s gentle mouth all over him like this.
Fraser then turned Ray fully
around and he held him tight within his arms, stroking Ray’s back. “Are you
feeling better, Ray?”
“Oh, yeah,” Ray purred in
hazy pleasure against Fraser’s neck.
“Ah, I see a few more here.”
Benny lowered his head and began nibbling all over Ray’s chest. Fraser then
latched on a dark nipple and sucked hard.
“Oh!” Ray hissed through
clenched teeth, “That’s not a bruise!”
Fraser looked up from his
gnawing. “Do you wish me to stop, Ray?”
“No! I was only making an
observation.”
“Good.” Fraser continued
feasting on Ray’s chest and traveled slowly downward to reach the man’s navel.
Ray was struggling to stand
on his feet, enjoying the moist attentions his friend gave to his stomach. The
Canadian began to attack his belt buckle and Ray jumped back at the sudden
move. “Hey, Benny! Slow down a little, okay?”
“Sorry, Ray. I got carried
away.” Fraser blushed as he stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his
hand.
“Hey, do you have any
boo-boos?” Ray began to unbutton Fraser’s prison shirt with genuine concern.
“No, Ray, I do not have any
injuries. I was only the penitentiary book monitor. Why would anybody wish me
any harm?”
“Well, you did have a crappy
selection of reading materials, Benny.”
“That wasn’t entirely my
fault. I was merely providing the prisoners what was provided to me by the
state of
“You and your lame excuses.
Hmm, do you have any paper cuts?” Ray snatched Fraser’s hand and inspected it
carefully. The cop suddenly sucked in an index finger into his mouth.
Fraser gasped at the wet,
swirling tongue on his digit. “Oh, Ray!”
Ray spoke around the pale
finger in his mouth, “If you like this, Benny, just you wait until I get my
mouth on your beautiful cock.”
Fraser legs buckled when he
heard those words, shooting stars all around his groin and Ray had to walk him
over to the small bed. “You all right, Benny?”
“Uh huh.”
“Are you sure?”
“Uh huh.”
Fraser was now sprawled on
the mattress, his chest heaving and his heart pounding. Ray soon joined him at
his side, pressing his lips against Fraser’s slack mouth. The room was still
spinning for the Mountie and Ray’s sensual tongue in
his mouth didn’t help matters.
“I think I am the one moving
too fast for you, Benny. Maybe we can just cuddle for now?”
“No, Ray. I want more.”
“Are you sure about
this?”
“I want more, Ray. I’ve
waited too long for this. I want you now!” Fraser began to unbuckle his own
belt frantically, whipping the imitation leather strap through the loops of his
pants.
“Wait for me!” Ray shouted
gleefully and began to undo his own pants, unhooking the metal clasp and
pulling down the zipper.
Fraser quickened his pace,
yanking down his denims and boxers in one swift motion, beating Ray in their
race to be naked by a few milliseconds. Ray was still kicking his stubborn
briefs off his bare feet, cursing under his breath.
They both lay there naked on
the bed gasping, staring at each other with hesitation, overwhelmed by the
enormity of what they were about to do to each other.
“You’re so beautiful, Benny.
Oh, God,” Ray groaned, burying his face into the pillow, not believing what he
was seeing.
“So are you, Ray.”
“Come on, Benny. I don’t
think I’m--”
“I’m not blind, Ray. You’re
beautiful.” Fraser slipped his arm under Ray’s waist and pulled the man up onto
his chest. Ray shouted when his sensitive organ brushed against Fraser’s own
swollen shaft.
“Ray, you feel wonderful.”
“Not as much as you do,
Benny.” Ray was touching pale skin everywhere, his fingernails scraping over
Fraser’s sensitive nipples and his tongue lapping at the hollow of Fraser’s
throat.
The Mountie
squirmed under the playful, wet touches. “Now, Ray, I assure you that--”
“Will you shut up?”
Ray smoothed Fraser out on
the mattress, his fingers skimming over Fraser’s stomach and hips, his hands
finally settling to frame either side of Fraser’s groin and the towering length
that rose from the dark patch of hair. The Italian slipped down his lover’s
body until his mouth was within striking distance of Fraser’s cock.
“Um, Benny. Didn’t I promise you I’ll have my mouth on your
cock?”
Fraser watched his friend
fulfill his promise when that warm mouth swallowed him whole, the shocking sight
of it making Fraser breathless.
“Ray!”
Ray pulled in Fraser to the
root of his cock, sucking and swallowing the flesh deep into his mouth, his
hands sliding under and molding firmly against Fraser’s buttocks.
“Ray!” Fraser lost control of
hips and jerked wildly into Ray’s mouth, spilling all of his soul down Ray’s
throat.
Fraser took Ray firmly by his
arms and he pulled the slender body gently up to meet Ray face to face. Fraser’s
brow was slightly furrowed with worry. Ray blinked in confusion.
“What’s wrong, Benny?”
“I was just thinking, Ray…”
“Oh no.”
“Ray, I have to ask you… what
of Miss St. Laurent? Did you not say you think she wants you?”
“Oh, crap.” Ray sighed
regrettably and shook his head at the flippant comments he had made in the
courthouse.
His pursuit of the district
attorney was yet another feeble attempt to deny the secret yearnings he had for
his best friend for so long. Inevitably he knew his attempt to hide the gaping
hole in his soul wouldn’t work. Although he did try his best Ray could not
quell the love he had felt for Benton Fraser.
And as for what Louise felt
for him Ray was no fool.
“Benny, she probably wants me
six feet under and pushing up pansies, okay? And if it was her damn birthday
she would probably want you to join me there, too.”
“Now, Ray, you’re
exaggerating. I don’t think she would seriously want us both dead.”
The detective gave him a candid
look.
“Well honestly, Ray, I did
say she appeared as if she wanted to kill you, but still…”
“I know what I feel. I want only
you, Benny. I know it now more than ever. I have always wanted you. And you
want me too, do you?”
“I want you, Ray, and you
have me.” Fraser smiled assuredly.
“Listen to me, Fraser. We have
to be very careful around Louise, okay?” Ray warned him sternly, remembering
the DA’s persistent pursuit of them both during the whole
Fraser reached down and
quickly grabbed Ray’s balls, tugging and squeezing them gently. “Now why would
she think that of us, Ray?”
Ray yelped, hiking his hips
in surprise, his hazel eyes wide. “Benny! You’re a naughty Mountie!”
“I got you right where I want
you, Ray.” Fraser rolled the perfect spheres between his fingers, luxuriating
in their velvety softness, their sweet fullness.
“Oh yeah, my book monitor babe!”
Ray jumped up with a growl and straddled his friend’s strong thighs.
“Oh, yeah.” Ray began to stroke his Fraser’s smooth skin all
over. “Now I got you right where I want you, Benny.”
“That would seem to be the
case, Ray,” Fraser conceded with a moan.
“So what
about you, Benny?”
“What about me?”
“Do you have any secret crush
I don’t know about?” Ray grinned wickedly at him and he lowered his voice to a
soft, conspiratorial whisper. “What was up between you and Big Carl?”
“I’ve absolutely no idea to
what you are referring to,” Fraser replied innocently and cocked his head to
the side.
“Both you and Big Carl didn’t
do, um… you know?” Ray then made some funny gestures with his hands that even
the naïve Mountie understood. “Big Carl did save our
lives in prison, Fraser. I wonder why?”
Fraser turned bright red with
embarrassment. “That’s just silly, Ray! I only offered my fellow inmate Carl my
serving of breakfast and loaned him a copy of Elgar
B.P Darlington’s ‘The Circus Boys on the Flying Rings’.”
“Goddamn you, Fraser! Carl
probably wants to marry you now! And all you could offer me was stupid Proust!”
“I’m truly and grievously
sorry, Ray. Will you allow me to make it up to you?”
“I’m way ahead of you, baby.”
Ray positioned himself carefully into Fraser’s lap, moving his hips precisely
forward and maneuvering himself against Fraser’s heated groin. Their erect
cocks were now touching tip to tip.
Both of them gasped and
shuddered at the gentle contact of skin.
“I believe we have some sort
of cosmic connection here, Benny.”
Fraser stared at their
connecting cocks. “Are you trying to be funny, Ray?”
Ray grinned slyly, gazing
deep into Fraser’s eyes when his face suddenly became serious and reflective,
as if he had found heavenly inspiration. “No, I think I really mean it,
Fraser.”
“You do?”
“Yeah, I do. It’s like I feel
we cannot be separated, it doesn’t feel right. I really can’t explain it, but what
I do know is I simply need you here. I feel… oh damn, maybe I’ve read too much
of that Proust crap you gave me.”
“Ray?”
“I feel we need to be
together this way, like this always. It feels so right.” Ray glanced down at
their touching cocks, weeping and exchanging pre-cum to intermingle like blood
in a pact. “I think we’re a perfect fit. What do you think?”
Fraser nodded his head,
grunting harshly in agreement. He was too aroused to be eloquent and too shy to
admit it.
Ray smiled sympathetically at
him and he began rocking his hips, sliding and snaking their shafts in sweet
unison. Fraser shuddered and fucked back with his own hips, meeting his partner
stroke for stroke, mesmerized by the sight of Ray’s body sleek with sweat. The
slender Italian moaned appreciatively and he increased his pace against his
lover, racing frantically over him like a bow over violin strings.
All Fraser could do was cry out
under this glorious onslaught.
“Oh my! Ray!”
As their movements became
frantic and more erratic Ray quickly snared both of their jolting cocks with
his hand, holding them together very tight, and soon one pale hand joined his
holding on tight for the ride.
“Benny! That’s it! Hold on!”
Ray reached up with his other
free hand to cover Fraser’s firm grip on their dicks and Fraser followed suit
again, interlocking all of his fingers with Ray’s.
Fraser was now panting
through his mouth, “Ray! Ray! I’m going to…”
“Oh, Benny! I bet we come together! I know it! I bet my life on
it! Oh fuck!”
“Ray! I belong here! This is
where I belong!”
Both men screamed as they
exploded into each other’s hands, and they remained rigid and locked together
this way with warm cum spilling between their united fingers, sealing their
bond in love.
Fraser fluttered his eyes
open and found Ray staring down at him with his mouth wide open. Ray swayed in
the air for a moment and collapsed onto Fraser’s chest, panting and laughing
against snowy-white skin.
“Ray?”
“I knew it. I knew we come
together,” Ray sighed happily. “I just knew it.”
Fraser smiled under the
sweaty
“Damn right I’m wise.”
“Although, Ray, you still
have much to learn about humility--”
“Shut up, Benny.”
“Understood.”
<><><><>
Ray now strolled out of the
judges’ chambers with the biggest grin he could plaster on his face. Nothing
feels good as feeling so right, and so vindicated, too. Oh God, did he feel so
right!
He had to apologize to the
judge and kiss her butt a little, but what the hell? He was a man in love, and
he was certainly a man ready to kiss some serious Mountie
butt tonight.
“Vecchio!”
Louise St.Laurent called after him in the hallway of
the courthouse and he turned gracefully to meet her fierce gaze. “This does not
end here,” she stated defiantly.
“I should hope not.” Grinning
even wider, Ray quickened his pace down the hallway after slam-dunking his case
notes into the trashcan.
This Italian cop had a date
to keep.
Ray wondered as he climbed
into his Riv that maybe he should have a big surprise
awaiting Benny when the Mountie arrived at the
apartment. Maybe he should sprawl himself out naked on Benny’s bed with a box
of chocolates or something.
Or maybe he should just smear
his whole body with chocolate?
<><><><>
Fraser cleared his throat and
began his humble little speech for Inspector Margaret Thatcher, the one he
rehearsed in his head during his shift on guard duty. “Yes,
sir. I want you to know I’ve given very serious thought to the matter of
a transfer.”
The Inspector looked at him
closely from behind her desk. “And?”
“While I find the prospect of
returning home appealing, I would prefer not to leave at this time. I’ve come
to feel that I, um…” Fraser now stammered as he recalled the true reason for
his staying here in
*Oh dear!*
“You feel that maybe in a
small way you have something to offer them,” Thatcher suggested helpfully to
the Mountie.
*Actually, something to
offer him* Fraser thought and he
tried desperately not to blush at his smutty motives. He believed he did have
something worth offering the inhabitants of
Fraser responded hastily,
“Yes, sir.”
Inspector Thatcher seemed
satisfied enough with his final decision to remain in the
“Yes, sir.”
Fraser left her office
quickly with a sigh of relief. He was still alive and still in
*Thank God for Ray.*
His next goal in life now was
to get back to his apartment as soon as humanly possible. Ray had said he’ll be
there waiting for him and Fraser did not want to be late. He quickened his pace
down the hall and out the door of the Canadian consulate.
Hopefully Ray will be there
before he arrived, maybe waiting naked on his narrow bed to greet him joyfully
with wide-open arms and legs.
And perhaps Ray had a
surprise for him too, and Fraser wouldn’t be surprised if Ray did have a
surprise. Somehow he knew. Fraser couldn’t explain it, but he knew it very deep
in his soul. Ray did say they both shared some sort of cosmic connection.
Could such a thing exist
between two souls?
Smiling at the thought,
Fraser now hurried to his destination and quite oddly he was suddenly in the
mood for some chocolate.
-The End-
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