By
Anam
December
2006
Adult
for M/M slash.
A drama/romance featuring Benny and Classic Ray.
Disclaimer:
Please
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“Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye.”
-H. Jackson Brown Jr.
“Okay,
Fraser! Here’s the plan. We go in, we snoop around, we find nothing and we
leave. We then pick up Dief from Willy’s dorm room and we go Chinese tonight.
By the way, while we’re at the restaurant don’t bother to impress me with your
knowledge of all the dialects of the Chinese language because I refuse to be
impressed. You got that?”
“Yes,
Ray, I believe I do,” Fraser answered the boisterous Italian sitting by his
side, “but what if we find something?”
“Huh?
What?”
Ray
looked over to his partner Benton Fraser occupying the passenger seat of the
Riv. The Mountie sat placidly and solemnly in his seat with his back ramrod
straight, the perfect profile, the voice of reason, and the unnerving capacity
of effectively throwing a monkey wrench into Ray Vecchio’s plans.
That
voice of reason continued to grate on Ray’s nerves after all these years. The
only saving grace for said voice was the familiarity of true friendship.
“What
if we find something in one of the warehouses? That means your plans for
tonight will have to be altered, Ray.”
“No,
my plans won’t be altered because we won’t find anything! Capise?”
“You
don’t know that for certain.”
“Benny!
We’ve been investigating those warehouses for weeks. We’ve came up with nothing
and all of our stakeouts have gone bust! Our perps must have moved their
business elsewhere and fast.”
Fraser
mulled this over carefully. “Are you saying we have a possible informant on our
hands?”
“No,
I’m just saying that criminals usually know when the heat is on. It’s almost
like having a sixth sense. Anyway, our suspects are probably south of the
border now relaxing on a beach while we’re out here wasting our time searching
for shadows of illusions and freezing our asses off.”
“Well,
if you say so, Ray.” Fraser then sighed, a long-suffering beleaguered sigh of a
reasonable man trapped inside an unreasonable world, a martyr among minions in
the city of
Ray
glared pointed daggers at his unofficial partner. “What’s that all about?”
“What?”
Fraser stared innocently at him, oblivious to the effect he was having on Ray.
“You
know what!”
“I
do?”
“Come
on, Fraser! What’s going on under your pelt?”
Fraser
thumbed his left eyebrow. “If you really must know, Ray--”
“I
must!”
“Ray,
I find that attributing some exceptional characteristic like a sixth sense to
the criminal mind in order to explain their success at evasion to be a little
farfetched. It’s as ludicrous as your other theory that most criminals
physically resemble the ‘bad guys’ on those crime drama shows you watch on
television.”
“Oh
really? Do you have any theories as to why those warehouses which had drug
trafficking for years should suddenly become quiet so soon after we started our
investigation?”
“No,
Ray, I don’t have any theories at this moment.”
“Of
course you don’t!”
“That
is because I don’t have enough facts to form any sound theories yet.”
“Whatever,
Sherlock.” Ray grumbled despondently as he turned a corner.
“However,
I see you have been preoccupied and anxious all day. I know how much this day
means to you, Ray. Today means a lot to me as well.”
That
made Ray’s head snap up. He gazed dumbfounded at his friend. “It does, Benny?”
“Of
course it does, Ray.” Fraser sounded hurt, although his face was set in a
familiar stone mask divulging nothing of his feelings, but Ray knew better than
that.
Ray
felt like kicking himself. “Oh. It’s just that… I thought that you… you seem
to…”
“I
seem to not show it,” Fraser finished Ray’s sentence. “But I do feel it, Ray.
This is one of the most important days in our friendship and I’ve realized you
feel that way, too. I should’ve been more privy to your feelings.”
“Oh,
Benny. It’s not a big deal. It’s not like we’re married or anything.”
“Ray,
exactly ten years ago we’ve met on this very day. It’s as valid an anniversary
as any other anniversary and we should honor it for what it is.”
Ray
squirmed uncomfortably in his seat. Marriage, anniversaries, honor… these were
buzz words that made any lonely, single man’s heart want to break, but more so
when spoken by your best friend who happened to be painfully handsome and
wanted by millions of women, yet inherently alone.
It
seemed Benny had fallen unsuspectingly into Ray’s miserable lot, a gang of
aging men sliding on the decline, destined to be married to their jobs and
primed only for disappointment when it came to long-term relationships. It was
surprising this curse should fall upon Fraser of all people. The Canadian had
so much going for him.
Benny’s
last meaningful relationship was with
Ray
couldn’t help it, but he truly felt that Fraser’s lonely turn in life was
somehow his fault. Ray had long ago accepted his solitary fate. It was crushing
at first, but like accepting anything that was incurable or terminal Ray had
decided to endure it stoically. Shaving his head was his first affirmation,
followed by wearing dark, subdued clothing and perfecting his obsession in
keeping the Riv meticulously polished.
It
was the little things that filled the gaping hole in his life and made him
survive, but that the same rotten curse should also happen to Benny was
probably due to proximity. The Mountie was always by
his side riding shotgun and when they were not saving the world, they were
spending every off-duty moment together. Ray believed Fraser’s loyalty was so
complete that Fraser was eager to share in any fateful blow dealt to him, so it
only made sense they should both share the same deal in life.
Ray
knew there was another, more somber explanation to Fraser’s barren fate. How
could Ray deny the fact that Benny’s real last chance at love was obliterated
swiftly by his bullet?
“I’m
sorry, Ray.”
Ray
was distracted from his thoughts when he heard Benny’s apology. “What are you
sorry for?”
“You’ve
thought since I didn’t show you how much today meant to me also meant that I
didn’t care. I’m sorry I gave you that impression.”
“No,
Benny, you didn’t give me that impression. I wanted today to be perfect for us,
but I had to pull an extra shift at the precinct and you couldn’t get time off
from the consulate. I just want to salvage what’s left of tonight for us, but
it seems that anything associated with our first meeting turns out to be a
disaster.”
“Disaster?”
“You
remember when we first met? You’d called me Detective Armani and my cell mates
wanted to skin me alive. Then I made that stupid remark about the ‘dead Mountie
thing’. You should’ve skinned me alive too.”
“Our
first encounter may not have been pleasant, but we’ve managed to become very
close friends. That has never happened to me before.”
“Really,
Benny?”
“Yes,
Ray. I’ve had a few good friends in my lifetime, but I’ve never established
such a close bond to any of them like I have with you. It’s as if we were
destined to be friends and to be together for a very long time, perhaps
forever.”
“Forever?
I don’t know whether to laugh or cry.” Ray reached up and squeezed Benny’s
shoulder affectionately. He was touched by Fraser’s words and his mood lifted
up considerably. “Look, Fraser. Once we finish inspecting the warehouses, we’re
going to have a good time tonight. I’ll even let you speak Chinese.”
“Thank
you, Ray.”
Ray
parked his Riv on a deserted side street a block from the old warehouses and he
called the precinct to inform them of their arrival. The two men then left the
classic car and walked briskly to their destination. They entered the first
warehouse and scanned all the rooms and the loading dock. They exited the first
building from the back and crossed the deserted yard to the second warehouse, a
much older and larger building.
Fraser’s
composure suddenly changed when they entered the warehouse, the Mountie quickly
sensing something amiss. Ray stared at
his friend as he darted about the room like a bloodhound until he zeroed in on
his target.
“Ray,
I’ve found something. Look at this.”
“What
is it?”
“Someone
has been here.”
Ray
immediately joined Benny’s side. Fraser was bent over, analyzing something he
had found on the floor with rapt attention.
“Whatever
it is you’ve found, Fraser, please try not to taste it.”
“It’s
a set of footprints, Ray. No, make that several sets of footprints and they
were made quite recently.”
“Those
prints can belong to anybody. We had some uniforms here not long ago. Huey and
Dewey did some stakeouts here. Maybe the prints belong to them.”
“However,
most of these footprints are made from what looks like expensive sneakers. I’m
quite sure this type of footwear doesn’t conform to the uniform dress code of a
“There
are footprints all over this place. How do you know these prints are the most
recent?”
“It’s
based on the depth of the prints in the dust. These new prints are much deeper
and cleaner, but the older prints I’ve observed are shallower due to the
settling of dust with time. Also, these particular footprints were not here
when we visited this spot several nights ago.”
“You
mean to tell me you’ve memorized all the footprints in this warehouse?”
“Well
of course I did,” Fraser answered sincerely.
“Of
course you did,” Ray shook his head in amazement. “You’re a Mountie.”
“Now
that’s interesting.” Fraser dug his fingers into the dust and pulled out a
small, metallic object shaped like a dumbbell.
“What
is it, Benny?”
“It
appears to be a one gram weight. It’s used to calibrate a weigh balance.”
“And
drug dealers use balances to weigh and cut their goods.”
“It
seems our perpetrators have returned, Ray.”
“They
got some balls. I’ll call the precinct.”
Ray
reached into suit for his cell phone and he instantly froze. He felt something
unusual in the room, that somebody was watching him. Ray went for his revolver.
There
was a sharp whistle in the air. It almost sounded like a bottle rocket.
Ray
suddenly felt something tear inside him, all the way down the middle of him
between his spine and ribs. Ray stood still for a moment, waiting for some
sequel to the sensation. His chest then exploded in pain, a bright, searing
fire that shook him to his core and took his breath away.
Ray
doubled over and fell to the ground. There was more popping in the air and Ray
heard Fraser yelp in agony followed by a hard thump as the Mountie crashed to
the floor next to him.
Something
nudged Ray awake. The cop blinked his eyes open, confused and hurting. It was
Fraser’s hand shaking him, gripping his shoulder hard.
“Benny?
Wha--?”
“We
were shot, Ray,” Fraser groaned. “Your phone?”
“Um…
left suit pocket.”
Fraser
dug into Ray’s suit and he produced a cell phone. It took him a few moments to
figure how to turn it on and contact the precinct.
“Two
officers down. Constable Fraser and Detective Vecchio.”
They
both waited for backup to arrive and it seemed like eternity as they lay
bleeding in the dark. Fraser’s head perked up with hope when he heard the approaching
sirens of squad cars. The sirens then faded off into the distance.
“They’re
lost, Ray. They can’t locate which warehouse we’re in.”
“Shit…
“Ray?”
“Um…”
“Ray!
Stay awake.”
“My
fault,” Ray said as he struggled to breathe.
“No,
Ray.”
Fraser
clasped Ray’s hands in his own and he held them tight.
“God,
Benny. I think we’re dying.”
<><><><>
The
lights were harsh and blinding, unmerciful but very recognizable. He knew he
had arrived in an emergency room.
Ray
looked up and saw two nurses in surgical masks cutting off his pants and shirt
with a pair of scissors. They tore his suit apart and off his body. Ray was
appalled at the barbaric treatment of his expensive threads.
“Not
the pants! You idiots!”
The
masked idiots pierced him with a long needle straight into his chest. Ray
howled deep from within. “Stop!”
“You
have a collapsed lung.” They assured him he would live and plastered him all over
with electrodes. Monitors beeped all around him measuring his vitals. People
were shouting orders at each other and they jostled around him, taking turns
poking at him. Each invasive touch brought only more pain and Ray soon
discarded all his machismo. He moaned and cried whenever someone pressed a
bandage to his bullet wound.
If
all this torture was to keep him alive, then dying and going straight to hell
shouldn’t be so bad.
“Please!
Not the boots!” Fraser pleaded weakly from somewhere in the ER, a voice in
similar torment.
“Benny!?”
Ray screamed. He struggled to sit up, but several pairs of hands pushed him
flat on his back. “Get the fuck off me! That’s my friend!”
“Ray?”
The
voice came from behind the curtain next to Ray. There was a noisy commotion
coming from behind the curtain and Fraser was the center of it.
“Ray?
Is that you?”
“Right
here! I’m right here, Benny!”
“They’re
trying to cut off my boots, Ray,” Fraser gasped harshly, sounding very
indignant. Ray knew how much Benny treasured his RCMP-issued boots.
“Hands
off the boots, assholes!” Ray then felt himself being wheeled quickly out of
the room and away from his best friend suffering behind the nearby curtain.
“Where are you guys taking me?”
“We’re
taking you to surgery,” said an impatient nurse.
“No!
I need to talk to Benny!”
“There’s
no time for that.”
Before
he can say anything he was whisked away into an elevator. Ray felt his heart
sink. He was now separated from the only person that mattered most and it was
the most terrifying feeling he had ever felt in his life.
<><><><>
“Ray?”
Fraser
shook Ray’s shoulder, gently nudging the cop awake. Ray slowly blinked open his
eyes, squinting against the glaring sunlight that filtered through the hospital
windows. Fraser had insisted on keeping the blinds fully open from sunrise to
sundown, perhaps to prevent Ray from slipping into deep hibernation during his
long convalescence, which would have suited Ray just fine.
“Ray?
Are you awake?”
“Now
I am since you keep shaking me! What is it?”
“Willy
and Dief are here to visit us,” Fraser beamed at him. “Isn’t that nice?”
“Oh
great,” Ray sighed as he sat up in his hospital bed, rearranging his sheets and
IV tubes, trying to make himself look presentable for his guests. “How do I
look?”
Fraser
glanced over at Ray’s pale, haggard face and thinner than average frame. The
Mountie tried to find something positive to say, but he came up short. He
smiled blandly at Ray instead.
“Thanks
a lot, Fraser!” Ray grumbled at him.
They
had spent the past two weeks together in the same hospital room and Ray was
ready to climb the walls. This may be the longest hospital stay he’s ever had
in a dangerous career of a city cop, this not including his vigil over Fraser
after the
Ray
quickly brushed the depressing thought aside.
He
reassured himself it was different this time, not a repeat of the
Ray
gazed at his best friend in the next bed. Fraser was doing much better now. The
Canadian was mostly in good spirits, hobbling around the hospital room most of
the day and fussing over little things such as having fresh flowers and plenty
of ice water and driving Ray crazy. Ironically, the gunshot wound Fraser had
suffered was in the same thigh that has met many stabbings and shootings. Ray
teased him about this, telling Fraser he should’ve worn that lucky note Ray had
made for him years ago saying ‘Please shoot the other leg’ and Fraser dismissed
him as he had done before.
The
wounds they had suffered weren’t as life threatening as the major loss of
blood. It took over fifteen minutes for the police officers and emergency
personnel to locate them in the right warehouse. By the time they were found,
they were both unconscious and near death.
It
was during that long wait in the warehouse when Ray earnestly felt the solid
connection he had with this man he called friend for ten years, but there was
also something more he felt that fateful night, something stronger and surer
than life itself. Ray knew it was love for his best friend, something he had
always felt for Benny, but this time it was different.
This
kind of love was startling in its intensity and unlike anything he had ever
felt for anyone before. It was as if a blindfold had been removed from his eyes
and he could finally see what was in front of him after all these years. It was
a shocking slap in the face after many years of sleepwalking with his best
friend at his side.
Ray
wanted to tell Fraser what he had felt in the warehouse, but he wasn’t sure how
the Mountie would handle it. Hell, he wasn’t sure how to handle it, but it had
really scared him. Right now all Ray cared about was Fraser getting better and
there was no way this would happen if he started dropping bombshells on his
best friend.
Willy
strolled in with a bouquet of daisies with Dief trotting close behind him. He
sat himself down on the edge of Ray’s bed and regarded him with something like
pity.
“Hey,
Willy. How’s college life treating you?”
“It’s
treating me pretty well, Detective V.”
“You
working hard or hardly working?”
Willy
rolled his eyes and sighed, “I’m working hard.”
“So
what’s your major again? Sniffing out corpses?”
“We
professionals like to call it forensic anthropology.”
“Oh!
My mistake.”
“Although,
I do sniff something peculiar coming from your way. Hmm, you’re looking very
rough, Detective V. You want me to call you a priest?”
“You
little twerp!”
“Gentlemen,
please.” Fraser lightly admonished the two bickering men. They always had this
type of banter during their visits. Fraser couldn’t understand the reason
behind it, but it seemed to suit them both and somehow he had assumed the
unenviable role of referee.
After
Willy and Dief had left the room, Ray remained silent, resting in bed and
staring up at the ceiling in deep contemplation. Fraser had noticed this change
in his friend during the past several days and it made him wonder. He had
always known Ray to constantly speak his mind, letting the whole world know how
he exactly felt, so the subdued meditation that Ray regularly succumbed to
these days had him worried.
“Is
anything the matter, Ray?”
Ray
became startled, broken from his deep thoughts by Fraser’s question. “Er, no.
I’m just thinking about our latest round of visitors. And I thought Frannie was
annoying!”
“He
admires you,” Fraser said.
“Who?”
Ray asked.
“Willy.
He admires you, Ray.”
“You’re
kidding me? Willy?”
“Yes,
Ray. You’re the reason he’s attending college and wants to be a police
officer.”
“Come
on, Fraser. Nobody admires me!”
“I
do, Ray,” Fraser answered quietly.
Ray
stared at him with wide eyes. “What?”
A
nurse briskly entered the room with their meals on a tray. “It’s time for your
dinner. Mr. Vecchio, please do try to eat something this time. The doctor is
becoming concerned about your appetite.”
“Tell
the doctor if he had to eat this crap, I would be concerned about his appetite,
too!”
“Now,
Ray,” Fraser warned the cop, “it’s important you eat in order to maintain your
strength.”
“Your
friend is absolutely right,” the nurse agreed, gushing over the handsome
Mountie. “
“Of
course he does!” Ray shouted at the nurse, “Benny eats caribou and otters!
He’ll eat anything off the ground!”
“That’s
not true, Ray.”
“Oh,
yes it is! I’ve seen you lick mud and fingernail clippings!”
“Such
incidences were a necessary part of a police investigation.”
“Does
that also apply to sniffing wolf piddle?”
“I
think I better leave,” the nurse made a face of disgust and quickly bolted for
the door.
“Well,
I hope you’re satisfied, Ray,” Fraser pouted, “I was only trying to help.”
“I
don’t need your help, and yes, I’m very satisfied.”
Ray
picked at his meal for a few minutes then shoved his plate away with a defeated
sigh.
“You
should really eat your vegetables, Ray.”
“Oh!
Just leave it, Fraser!” Ray moaned. He squeezed his eyes shut in preparation
for the endless Mountie nagging he’d soon receive.
“Ray,
I want you to get better and the only way you can do that is by eating.”
“Stop
nagging me! You know I can’t eat this swill!”
“You
have to eat something, even if it’s swill.”
“Fine!”
Ray
shoved a forkful of mixed vegetables into his mouth. The look of disgust on his
face was priceless and Fraser busted out laughing.
“What
the hell are you laughing at, Frasier?”
“Please
don’t talk with your mouth full, Ray. It’s not polite.”
Ray
flung a stray pea at Benny.
“That
is very annoying, Ray.”
“Me?
Annoying?”
“Yes,
Ray. You are annoying.”
“The
pot calling the kettle black,” Ray remarked quietly to himself.
Fraser
was then pelted with a baby carrot.
“Stop
it, Ray. You’re being childish.”
“So,
I feel like being childish. It’s much better than being a nag!”
Fraser
was then hit with a lima bean. He glared at the cop. “That’s it, Ray! You’ve
asked for it!”
Fraser
swung himself out of bed, stood up and hobbled over to Ray’s bed with a
menacing stalk of broccoli in his hand. Ray gasped in fear when he saw the
nasty green vegetable coming at him.
“Get
the hell away from me, Benny!”
“You
must eat your vegetables, Ray.”
“You
know where you can stick your vegetables!”
Fraser
stumbled and collapsed on top of Ray, panting and laughing at the absurdity of
their argument. Ray threw his arms around Fraser’s waist. His slender frame
convulsed with giggles under Fraser’s body, but Fraser mistook those movements
for pain and he sat up hastily.
“Ray?
Am I hurting you? I didn’t mean to fall on you!”
Ray
looked up into Fraser’s worried face. His hazel eyes suddenly became huge and
vulnerable.
“No,
Benny. You can never hurt me. Never.”
Fraser
studied the man beneath him and he shook his head sadly. “You have such faith
in me, Ray.”
“Yeah,
I do, because you’ve earned it.”
Fraser
lifted his hands up to cup Ray’s face. With his fingers he traced the tired
lines around the corners of Ray’s eyes. A profound sadness swept over Fraser,
his pale features showing every sorrow and Ray noticed it immediately.
Ray
spoke up to reassure him. “Hey, I’m getting better, Fraser. Stop fussing over
me, okay?”
“If
anything ever happened to you, Ray, I don’t know what I’d do. How would I live?
I don’t know how--"
“Benny?
What is it?” Ray was startled by Fraser’s frightened plea, not sure what to
make of it.
“You
can’t leave, Ray.”
“Shh,
Benny. I’m here.”
“You
can’t leave, Ray,” Fraser said determinedly with a fierce glint shining in his
blue eyes. He held Ray’s shoulders firmly as if to keep him from floating away,
to keep Ray from disappearing in front of his eyes.
“I’m
here,” Ray whispered again, entranced by the rare, emotional intensity being displayed
by Fraser.
Fraser
gazed at Ray’s lips. He repeated the words that came from Ray’s tempting mouth.
“I’m here.”
“Yes,
we’re here, Benny. We’re here together.”
“Together.”
Fraser echoed and he dipped his head, touching his lips to the corner of Ray’s
mouth. He pulled away just as quickly to see Ray’s reaction.
Ray
was dazed and flushed, his mouth slightly parted on a soft, needy moan. A brief
cloud of confusion passed over his face, followed by aching conviction. Ray
reached up and ran his fingers through Fraser’s hair, tugging Fraser down hard
to meet his mouth again.
Ray
smoothed his hands leisurely down Fraser’s back as they kissed, until they both
rested firmly on Fraser’s bare buttocks. Fraser gasped and broke the seal of
their kiss.
“Ray!”
“God,
Benny!” Ray turned red when he realized where his hands had finally rested.
“It’s your hospital gown. Do you want me to stop?”
“No,
don’t stop.”
Ray
stroked his fingers lightly over Fraser’s rump and Fraser threw his head back,
his face contorted with pleasure. The Mountie was shifting his weight, moving
himself to get closer when Ray felt something hard and hot poking his inner
thigh.
It
was Ray’s turn to gasp in surprise. “Oh Benny!”
Fraser
looked down at Ray in concern, his face now turning red. He struggled to get
up, but Ray stopped him at once.
“No,
Benny. Please stay. You just caught me off guard.”
Ray
reached between their bodies and he grabbed at Fraser’s hospital gown, pulling
the fabric up and off Fraser’s body. Fraser moaned and bucked his hips against
Ray’s bare skin. He indulged himself as he glided over the smooth, hot flesh of
his friend, his mind reeling from the sensual pleasure of it, from the
butter-like softness of Ray’s inner thighs, the coarse roughness of pubic hair,
to the burning, pulsing strength of Ray’s cock that seared him.
Ray
took hold of Fraser’s wrist, guiding him through this sweet union. “Hey, Benny.
Let’s do this gently. We have to go nice and slow. We’re still healing.”
“My
Ray.” Fraser pushed off Ray’s gown, revealing a slender torso and the bandages
on Ray’s chest. He dipped his tongue tenderly to Ray’s chest, caressing the
exposed skin that was available to him, tasting the bittersweet of a dark
nipple and the soft tuft of hair.
Ray
groaned under Fraser’s administrations, arching himself under the sturdy body
on top of him, enveloping Fraser’s waist with his thighs. Ray reached up and
stroked Fraser’s hair, grasped at Fraser’s neck and shoulders as he thrust his
hips against him, his cock throbbing and aching for release.
Fraser
caught Ray’s lips and kissed him thoroughly, tasting the delicious hot wetness
of Ray’s mouth. Their bodies locked snugly together, rocking and swaying as
their kiss deepened, their cocks rasping and dancing in unison.
Ray
felt an intense heat surge up in his belly and his groin, and when Fraser
nipped the sensitive flesh of his neck Ray came hard, spilling his semen
against Fraser’s stomach. Fraser soon followed him, moaning with a shudder as
his seed flooded between their joined bodies.
“Ray,
that was amazing,” Fraser breathed into his ear, catching his breath as he
settled himself against Ray’s side.
“Hmm.
Much better than eating vegetables,” Ray laughed, his eyelids quickly becoming
heavy with sleep.
“I
agree, Ray, although you still need to eat.”
“Again
with the nagging,” Ray mumbled tiredly, wrapping Fraser’s body tight within his
arms. He closed his eyes. “I guess that’s why… I love you, Benny.”
Fraser
didn’t respond to Ray’s heartfelt confession. He was fast asleep. Ray sighed at
the missed opportunity, but he soon followed Fraser into the oblivion of sleep.
Ray
later woke from his light doze, surprised to find himself not alone in bed. He
looked over to see Fraser sleeping close by his side. Fraser held his hands
within his, with Ray’s fingers resting lightly against his lips, probably the
last thing he kissed before falling asleep. A face of a beautiful, innocent
angel, Ray thought, with a hot ass and a lovely cock.
A
pulse of bright happiness shot through him abruptly followed by a shot of
panic. Panic that a nurse can walk in on them at any moment, panic that Frannie
or Ma will make a surprise visit, panic at simply being naked in bed with
Fraser.
He
had ten long years of friendship with this strange, handsome man and finally
this, a sudden fork in the road and the wild crossroad of consummation. Ray
couldn’t believe what had happened between them in this hospital room. It was
too surreal for him. He had sex with
Fraser.
Sex
with Fraser!
Ray
suddenly remembered his revelation to Fraser that he loved him. He groaned at
his foolishness, relieved that Fraser was sound asleep when he’d opened his big
mouth. What would have Fraser said if he had heard? How would have Fraser done?
What
was he expecting from Fraser anyway? The man had been shot and he almost died.
Fraser was weak, vulnerable, and drugged up. Ray had seen it in Fraser’s eyes,
in the way he held Ray down, his demand that Ray will never leave him, his face
showing all his desperation and grief. Ray hadn’t seen Fraser this fucked up
since the
The
panic inside him grew, but Ray tried to squash it and mentally shut it out.
*Maybe this will work, this is a good thing, this will work, we’ll survive
this…*
He held
Fraser close. Ray was not ready to banish him from his hospital bed just this
yet, wanting this dreamlike moment to last a little longer. If a nurse happened
to walk in on them, so be it. The hospital staff thought they were weird
anyway.
Ray
had much bigger things to deal with now, and he wasn’t sure how to begin.
<><><><>
The
arrival at Ray’s home was just as traumatic as being gunned down in the
warehouse.
Everybody
shouted over everyone and kids were running everywhere. Maria and Tony were
bickering over their finances, Frannie was actively pursuing a hobbled Benny,
Ma Vecchio was demanding order over a large, simmering pot of sauce, and Ray
felt he should be playing the fiddle like Emperor Nero while watching his home
burn down.
In
the middle of this melee, Ray crept upstairs unnoticed and he retreated quickly
to the quiet sanity of his bedroom. He didn’t realize how much he had missed
his little room. Ray went automatically to the closet and he glanced over his
Armani suits and silk shirts. The long row of designer suits hung neatly and
untouched since the fateful day he was shot.
Ray
felt almost like crying. No doubt, his Ma would have maintained the exact state
of his bedroom even in his death.
Ray
crawled into bed, hiding under his blankets and feeling more close to normal
than he had felt in a long time.
There
was a light tapping on his door and Ray froze when he heard his door softly
open and close. He cursed himself silently for forgetting to lock the door. Ray
then felt his bed shift to the side with the extra weight as somebody crawled
under the blankets with him. A strong, muscled arm wrapped tight around his
waist.
“Er,
Benny?”
“Ray,
I cannot believe you’d just left me there.” There was a slight indication of
hurt in Benny’s voice. Ray grabbed the hand resting on his hip and squeezed it
reassuringly.
“Sorry,
Benny. Under this roof, it’s every man, woman, child, and wolf for him or
herself. What can I say?”
“Your
sister was becoming very forward with me. It was very awkward.”
“You
know how Frannie adores you, Benny, especially when you have a bullet wound and
can’t move fast enough to escape her.”
Ray
had insisted that Fraser recuperate in his home, not trusting the Mountie to be
on his own in that rat-hole apartment without getting in some trouble or
running to the rescue of some stranger while hopping on his one good leg. Ray
didn’t care to admit he wanted another opportunity to touch Fraser, to perhaps
repeat the clumsy, sweet lovemaking they had shared in the hospital bed.
There
was a moment of silence before Fraser spoke up again.
“Do
you adore me, Ray?”
“Hmm.
I think you’re okay.”
Ray
turned over to face Fraser. The Canadian seemed serious. Ray ran his fingers
through Fraser’s hair and snuggled against his chest.
“Did
anybody see you come up?”
“No,
Ray.”
“Did
you lock my door?”
“Yes,
Ray.”
“You
learn fast, grasshopper.”
“Er,
grasshopper?” Fraser asked, his brow wrinkled in confusion. “I don’t
understand--”
“Never
mind, Benny.”
Fraser
took the bold move of hooking his good leg over Ray’s waist, drawing in him
close. Ray tensed for a moment, but he settled himself just as quickly in this
snug position, burrowing himself into Fraser’s warm embrace.
This
actually felt good to Ray, safe and intimate, almost like returning home after
a long, arduous journey. He wanted to savor every moment while it lasted.
<><><><>
They
had spent the remaining week recuperating together in Ray’s home and they often
did this in the privacy of each other arms. There was actually no spoken
decision to do so, it just happened naturally.
Ray
soon found himself enjoying this new closeness with Benny, the shock he had
from the sudden, unexpected turn in their relationship slowly fading back in
the distance in the soothing lazy haze of soft caresses and warm hugs.
He
remembered their time together in the hospital and Ray instantly regretted that
his first instinct was to run and hide and not confront what he now felt for
Fraser. It had been so long since he had been intimate with anyone that it was
almost foreign to him. Also, Fraser was perfect and beautiful and Ray couldn’t
comprehend why his friend would seriously want him that way, if he really did
at all. They had been through a traumatic, near-death experience together, so
the urgent need to run into each other arms was credible.
But
was it for real?
Ray
had many weeks to reason out and deal with the abrupt changes to their
friendship, but today was their final day of sick leave together. They were to
report to work tomorrow, with Ray to return to the precinct and Fraser to
resume his duties at the Consulate.
Ray
stayed in bed that afternoon, feeling depressed at the prospects of returning
to work and facing the music again. The perpetrators of their attack in the
warehouse were still on the loose. Elaine had few probable leads to work on and
the case was going nowhere.
He
was even more depressed at the thought of not having enough balls to get at the
core of what was happening between him and Fraser. Ray pulled the blankets over
his head, preferring total darkness to the light of painful reality. Time was
running out and he was a coward.
Fraser
entered Ray’s bedroom with a look of concern at the unmoving lump under the blankets.
The house was quiet and empty, the only sign of life was Fraser moving about
the empty rooms and doing some light chores as a small favor to Ma Vecchio.
“Ray?
Do you plan to sleep in all day?”
“That
seems to be my master plan, Fraser.”
“You
should get some exercise since today is your last day off and you need to be
steady on your feet when you return to the precinct--"
“Don’t
remind me!” Ray snapped.
“Fine,
Ray. I was only trying to help.”
Ray
sat up in bed and threw off the blankets. “Don’t get in a snit, Fraser. I don’t
need help. I know how to walk.”
Ray
stood up and composed himself. He proceeded to walk as gracefully as he could
towards the bathroom only to stumble over a loose rug. He tripped and landed on
the floor face down and spread eagle.
“Ray!”
The
detective remained inert.
Fraser
knelt besides the detective on the floor and shook his shoulder. “Ray? Are you
all right?”
“So
much for my graceful exit.” Ray came to life with the giggles and Fraser
frowned at him.
“Ray!
Give me your hand, will you?”
Fraser
pulled on the slim hand that was offered to him, but Ray did not help the
situation when he pulled in the opposite direction. Fraser toppled on top of
Ray with a heavy *thud*. Stunned, Fraser quickly rolled off Ray to only find
him lying on his side, slightly winded and rumpled, but smiling and laughing at
him all the same.
“You’re
crazy, Ray! You know that?”
“I’ve
spent weeks with you in the hospital! How do you expect me to turn out?”
Fraser
looked into Ray’s eyes to find any traces of insanity. Ray’s eyes were quite
green, a little greener with mirth and his mouth was curved, and displaying
that well-known, lop-sided smile Fraser had missed so much.
Fraser
cupped Ray’s cheek with his hand and he stared in silent amazement as Ray
sighed with his touch, the dark head leaning heavily into his hand. Ray seemed
to be enjoying himself in this inept encounter.
“Ray,
exactly how many painkillers have you taken this morning?”
“None.
I finished my prescription days ago.”
Fraser’s
eyes went to that mouth again, so perfect and expressive, and he found himself
scooting forwards to get closer to Ray. Ray obliged by moving towards him,
closing the small gap between them.
Fraser
studied the peculiar face some more, his thumb now tracing thin soft lips,
Ray’s breaths now brushing softly against his palm and fingers. Fraser leaned
swiftly forward to kiss that mouth.
Ray
gasped with surprise and almost pulled back, but Fraser caught him quickly by
the neck and mindlessly plunged into that moist heat, sinking himself deep
inside Ray’s mouth.
The
mouth Fraser tasted was unresponsive at first, Ray being stunned or maybe
shocked by his boldness. He then felt Ray submit himself slowly, the man’s
tongue darting hesitantly forward to touch his, the small licks and touches to
his lips becoming confident and more daring. Ray moaned and opened his mouth
wider, inviting him in.
The
two men began kissing each other tenderly and Fraser turned them both over to
get on top. He cupped the Ray’s head possessively to kiss him even harder,
feeling that slender body rock gently under him. Fraser moved his body down
until his groin touched the firm mound between Ray’s legs. Ray jerked his body
up with a soft cry.
Fraser
paused to stare at the man squirming against him. He wanted nothing more than
to take Ray hard.
Both
men froze as they reached for each other’s belt buckles, stunned by the
enormity of what they were about to do to each other, their hot urgency now
replaced by fear. They gawked at each other and suddenly everything became
awkward. They hesitated and shrank back from each other.
Fraser
felt the temperature dropping in the room by a thousand degrees and he cursed
himself silently. Ray sat up and pulled on his silk shirt slowly, blinking in
dazed confusion.
“Too
fast, Benny?”
“No.
Just too scared, Ray.”
Ray
looked at him surprised. He reached up to cup Fraser’s face in his hands. “You
don’t have to be scared of me. You know that. You’re my best friend.”
Fraser
warmed with Ray’s gentle touch and he reached for Ray’s pants.
Ray
tensed rigidly under him, gaping at him with large, green eyes at the fumbling
fingers at his belt buckle, and Fraser was afraid that Ray might change his
mind. He was afraid this fleeting spell might end.
“Ray? It will be okay, right?” He slipped his hand carefully under Ray’s waistband and into what seemed like an inferno, his fingertips brushing up against something thoroughly hard and throbbing.
“What, Benny--?” Ray’s question was suddenly cut short with a loud moan.
Fraser
stared wide-eyed at Ray’s warm, swollen shaft in his palm in a numb and
detached sort of way, his reality completely thrown to the winds. He had no idea
what he was doing, but rational thinking was impossible for him as his groin
ached unmercifully. Fraser then brushed his thumb warily against the weeping
tip of Ray’s cock and he felt the slender man shudder fiercely against him.
Ray’s face now buried into the crook of his neck, whimpering against his skin.
Fraser
liked the effect he was having on the other man and he found himself shocked by
it. He was truly making someone feel something real and it had been a long time
since he had done something like that.
Now
he needed Ray’s approval.
“Ray?
Do you like what I’m doing to you?”
Ray
cooed under him, nodding against his shoulder. “I think so… Yes, I do.”
“Are
you sure? Do you want more, Ray?” Fraser didn’t really speak, but breathed the
words into Ray’s ear while moving his hand ever so slightly on Ray’s manhood.
Ray
was incapable of speech. He could only respond to Fraser’s question by bucking
his hips into the tight grip on his cock.
Fraser
wanted to bring Ray pleasure, he wanted another chance to see his friend’s face
caught up in rapture one more time, to watch those green eyes shimmer with
ecstasy.
“Stop,
Benny! Please stop!”
Fraser
felt cold fear shoot through his veins and he pulled away his hand. Had he hurt
Ray? Did Ray change his mind?
“Ray?
What is the matter?”
“You’re
still dressed, Benny, and I don’t like it one bit.” Ray reached up and snapped
the waistband of Fraser’s sweatpants. “Take it off, Benny. I want to see all of
you this time before I go insane.”
They
both joined forces in removing Fraser’s RCMP-issued sweats, nearly tearing the
fabric off Fraser’s body, their breathing becoming hitched and frantic with
their growing arousal.
They
were finally naked, bare to each other, exposed and needy. Fraser was on his
hands and knees, panting over Ray’s sprawled body. Ray brought his hand up to
Benny’s injured thigh, gently touching the white bandages with affection.
“You
have to be careful with your leg, Benny. I’ll go on top.”
Fraser
stared as Ray straddled his thighs, the Italian’s skin glistening with a fine
sheen of sweat, the heat between them now rising again. The slender man above
him seemed to be going through a cosmic epiphany, his hazel eyes shining down
at him. Ray then started to slowly grind into him, pushing directly into his
groin.
Benny
gasped at the strange yet wonderful sensation of having his cock dueling with
another man’s cock. He grabbed firm hold of Ray’s narrow hips, wanting more
contact, his hands sliding over Ray’s lean flanks, cupping the perfect
hand-sized buttocks to pull Ray closer.
“Oh
God! Ray!”
Ray
smiled a shining, feral grin and he began to rock hard against him, his
featherweight body now moving in smooth, snake-like waves into Fraser’s lap.
Fraser believed Ray was the most sexy and beautiful being he had ever met,
comparable to no other. He now felt that familiar, hot surge building in his
balls and he bucked his body wildly to meet Ray’s thrusts, giving, receiving
and savoring every sweet, fleeting moment of this act.
“Oh,
Ray!”
He
thought he heard Ray scream. Fraser wasn’t sure if it was he or Ray who did all
the screaming, but he did feel his body burn, being showered with Ray’s searing
juices as he came himself.
“Admit
it, Benny,” Ray panted on top of him.
“Hmm.
Admit what?”
“Admit
I’m the Roman god of love.”
“Isn’t
the Roman god of love supposed to be Cupid, the little cherub flying around in
a diaper?” Fraser teased as he stroked the narrow back of his lover. “Hmm, I
feel no wings here.” He then fondled Ray’s firm buttocks with his fingers.
“Hmm, there seems to be no wings sprouting from your bottom, Ray.”
“That’s
the bastardized version of Cupid you’re talking about, Benny,” Ray remarked,
sounding a little affronted from the slap at his Italian heritage. “In Roman
mythology the little guy gets more respect.”
“If
you’re Cupid, Ray, then I must be your Psyche.”
Ray
giggled and groaned with the feather-light touches, his body trembling with
little gasps as Fraser’s hands worked expertly on his ass, gentle yet growing
in confidence.
“You
enjoy that, Ray?”
“Um
hmm.”
Fraser
kept up the feather-soft caresses and Ray was now panting.
“Benny,
please!” Ray laughed. “I think you better stop!”
“I
really don’t want to.”
Ray
wriggled uncomfortably on top of him and sat up. “I have to go to the
bathroom.”
Fraser
turned his head and watched from the floor as the naked cop stumbled out of the
bedroom and down the hallway, and he suddenly mourned witnessing the lost of
Ray’s graceful moves from weeks of being bedridden. He listened intently as Ray
found his destination and closed the bathroom door. Ray then knocked something
onto the tile floor.
“Oh
shit.”
“What’s
going on, Ray? Are you all right?” Fraser began to question the veracity of
Ray’s claim that he had taken no painkillers this morning.
The
Italian didn’t answer him. Fraser heard the shower being turned on and
something else being knocked to the floor. “Damn it!”
He
then heard Ray call out in a smooth, sing-song voice: “Oh, Mountie! Mountie!
Come to me!”
Fraser
grinned when he heard the call and he jumped up in spite of himself, wrenching
the tender muscles of his injured thigh. He winced and shook off the pain,
hobbling like a sex-starved madman to the bathroom.
Ray
peaked behind the shower curtain when Fraser rushed into the bathroom and his
smile quickly turned into a grimace. “Fraser! I said you should be careful with
your leg!”
“My
leg is fine, Ray,” Fraser assured him. “It’s nearly healed.”
“Yeah?
When it’s really hurting I bet you’ll blame me.”
“I
wouldn’t do such a thing.”
“Huh.
We’ll see.” Ray was unconvinced, but he became immediately enchanted with
Fraser’s naked presence. “Get in here with me.”
“Yes,
Ray.”
Fraser
climbed carefully into the shower with Ray’s help and he blinked as Ray slowly
knelt before him with near reverence.
“Ray?
What are you doing?”
“What
does it look like I’m doing?”
“I’m
uh… not sure.”
Fraser
was gaping down at his friend who was now on his knees before him. He watched
as Ray grasp his cock with his fingers, the lean man now looking up and
searching his face with inquisitive, hazel eyes. Ray positioned Fraser’s needy
shaft carefully to his lips.
“Hey,
Benny. I think you might like this. Okay?”
“Okay,
Ray. You’re the expert.”
“Expert?”
Ray frowned at him. He then placed Fraser’s cockhead loosely into his mouth,
his tongue swirling around the sensitive tip.
Fraser
shrieked and bucked his hips violently.
“Whoa!
Benny!” Ray pulled back, grabbing Fraser’s hips firmly and glaring at him. “Are
you trying to put us both back in the hospital?”
“I’ve
never done this before, Ray.”
“Neither
have I.”
“You
haven’t?” Fraser asked with wide blue eyes.
“Benny!
I’m just as clueless as you are!”
“Oh.”
“But
I don’t live in a vacuum either,” Ray murmured as he reached up to caress
Fraser’s cock. “I do want to please you and make you feel better. You’ve been
through a lot lately.”
“We’ve
been through a lot, Ray,” Fraser gently reminded Ray. He then gasped as Ray
took him gently inside his mouth, suckling and feeding from the length of his
cock. The feeling of Ray’s mouth was incredible, hypnotic, and sweet.
Ray
wrapped his arm tight around Fraser’s waist, pulling him in, drawing Fraser
closer as Ray took him further into his mouth with a possessive swallow. Fraser
came with a vengeance, screaming Ray’s name aloud as he spilled his seed down
Ray’s throat.
Fraser
sank slowly to his knees, meeting Ray face to face. The slender man circled his
waist with his arms and began to thrust against him. He laughed against Ray’s
shoulder, “I guess it’s your turn?”
“Hmm.”
Ray increased his speed and Fraser pressed himself firmly against Ray, holding
and kneading the small, perfect ass in his hands, encouraging Ray to push
harder. He then felt Ray reach back and grab his roaming hands. Ray was now
guiding his fingers deep into the cleft of his ass.
“Inside
me, Benny. Go inside me. Please, Benny.”
This
heated request by Ray caught Fraser off guard. This simple act was a sign of
things to come, where the ultimate act of union was inevitable. Fraser suddenly
became terrified.
“I’m
not sure, Ray.”
Ray
slowed his tempo and froze. “You don’t have to, Benny. I’m sorry.”
“Ray--”
“It’s
okay, Benny.” The Italian resumed his thrusts. “I think I want too much too
fast.”
Ten
long years of wanting and longing had flooded Fraser’s mind, with all the
little incidents and shy glances, and all the missed opportunities.
“Sometimes
fast can be good,” Fraser stated resolutely.
Fraser
slipped his hand between the smooth mounds of Ray’s ass. He probed uncertainly
for the butter-soft opening and Ray gasped. Fraser nudged his finger slowly in,
feeling it being enclosed within tight, silken heat. He pushed in deeper,
overwhelmed by curiosity and hunger.
“Oh
God!” Ray threw his arms Fraser’s neck, crying loudly against Fraser’s chest.
Ray pounded into Fraser frantically, bucking against his fingers and thrusting
against his hip.
With
a small sigh, Fraser generously curled his finger deep until he felt a small
knot of satin and he pressed it very hard. Ray stiffened and spilled himself
between their bellies with a scream.
“Benny!
Lover!”
Both
men tumbled to the floor of the tub, bracing each other tight in the small pool
of water and gazing into each other’s eyes.
“I
owe you one, Benny. I promise you.”
<><><><>
He
slowly came awake, his head heavy like molten lead, no doubt from too much sex
and too little sleep. Fraser turned over to look at the clock on the night
table. It was almost noon and his whole body ached, his injured thigh throbbed
dully.
He
wouldn’t be in this predicament if he had used his cane as he was supposed to,
but Ray had distracted him. Fraser realized he was blaming Ray for his
predicament, as Ray had predicted he would.
Ray
Vecchio.
Fraser
found Ray curled up very tight against his side, the man’s head was resting on
his chest and wiry arms wrapped around his waist. Fraser felt like he was
snuggling with a python.
He
shrugged and kissed the dark hair of that head. Benny smiled to himself. It
will be hours before he and Ray would have to report to the 27th
precinct, Ray having the evening shift for the first time since their
attack. Maybe they had enough time for
more lovemaking.
Fraser
glanced down upon their naked bodies pressed together very close, their limbs a
restful, languid tangle of arms and legs. Their slumbering cocks were snug in
unison and nearly intertwined.
He
blinked at the intimate sight.
Fraser
felt like he was getting lost in all this. How would he handle this once their
lives returned to normal? How could he handle this once they fall into their
usual routine?
How
would Ray handle it?
They
have been living in an airtight cocoon for weeks where they had only each
other, enduring the same pains and hardships of two cops struck down in the
line of duty. However, that protective bubble was about to burst very soon.
They will eventually be tossed back into the real world where such intimacy between
men was scorned, and even condemned as a sin.
Everything
was moving fast and dangerous, and Fraser felt there were no brakes to stop the
fast-moving risk they had placed themselves in. Ray had also seemed at times
confused and anxious as well, the Italian most likely unsure about this
passionate arrangement as Fraser was. Fraser also noticed one more thing he had
rarely seen in Ray: absolute fear.
He
couldn’t subject Ray to this, his best friend of ten years. How could he?
Fraser
disentangled himself and gently pushed the warm body aside, but Ray’s eyes
fluttered open instantly, the sleepy Italian now gazing at him with
uncertainty. Fraser’s heart skipped a beat when he saw a small glimpse of Ray’s
vulnerability. He stroked Ray’s thigh reassuringly.
“Hey,
Benny.” Ray smiled and reached forward for a kiss, but Fraser pulled back.
“Ray,
we should clean up and get ready. We have to report to the precinct soon.”
The
cop blinked at him and sat up clumsily in bed to focus his hazel eyes on the
clock, and then back on him. Ray leaned quickly in for another attempt at a
kiss.
Fraser
melted when those lips touched his and he gave in, allowing Ray to take and
taste him. Fraser forgot about all his doubts and worries, and he fell swiftly
into Ray’s warm embrace.
Yes,
he admitted to himself, he was weak as water.
<><><><>
Ray
and Fraser entered the precinct and it was as if they had never left. The
precinct was still noisy, grim, and crowded with obnoxious criminals and weary
cops. To Ray it was an oddly comforting sight, if only to affirm that he was
still alive and well enough to be a Chicago detective again.
“Fraser’s
back!” Elaine squealed with delight when she saw them from across the bullpen.
“Hey!
I’m back too!” Ray protested as Elaine hugged them both.
“You’re
such a crybaby, Ray!” Elaine stepped back to take a good look at them both. She
grimaced at the ghastly sight. “You guys look exhausted! You both had a rough
day already?”
“Yeah,
you could say that,” Ray grinned to himself and Fraser blushed as the other
officers and detectives came to welcome them both.
“Detective.
Constable. My office,” Welsh called to them both from his door.
“Oh,
boy. Here we go,” Ray said under his breath as he and Benny made their way
through the bustle of the bullpen.
“I’m
glad to see you two back here with us. Things have been dull here lately,”
Welsh stated wryly as he planted himself behind his desk.
Actually
having the Italian and the Mountie away for the past few weeks was like having
a small vacation for himself. No bizarre or wacky new cases involving horsemeat
or runaway kids was dumped on him, and Welsh had found some free time for
himself to clean up some past messes and appease some bitter politicians. This
will change now with the return of Vecchio and his Canadian, but it was
pleasant respite while it lasted.
“Well,
sir, we’re glad to be back and are ready to tackle our case again,” Ray said
with forced gusto. “I want to find the little punks who attacked us.”
“There’s
no need, Detective.”
“Er,
excuse me, sir?”
“Our
elusive gang was captured yesterday, thanks to Elaine’s efforts. She followed
up some leads from your case notes and eventually found the gang members hiding
in one of their relatives’ home in the South side. They were most likely riding
out the media storm of their attack on you two in the warehouse.”
“Elaine?”
Ray asked in surprise. “Elaine caught our guys?”
“They’re
her guys now,” Welsh answered.
“She
is becoming quite the police officer,” Fraser stated with pride, remembering
the day when Elaine graduated from the police academy. She was quickly climbing
up the ranks as a police officer and her day of becoming detective was just
around the corner.
“No
wonder she had that big grin on her face!” Ray sulked as he plopped down on the
couch opposite Welsh. “To think she was actually happy to see us!”
“This
doesn’t mean you two are off the hook,” Welsh assured them both. “Vecchio, you
need to complete the paperwork and make sure we have an air-tight case for
Louise.”
“Oh,
great! Paperwork.” Ray sounded unenthusiastic as air slowly released from a
balloon.
“Er,
what about me, Leftenant?” Fraser asked. “Anything I can do to help our case?”
“Yes.
You make sure Vecchio gets his paperwork done. Dismissed.”
<><><><>
“I
can’t believe it! I’ve spent weeks recuperating from my wounds and for what? To
type stupid forms for Elaine! To watch her bask in her glory!”
“It
was a good way to start off our first day at work after a long period of
convalescent,” Fraser suggested reasonably. “We don’t want to push ourselves
too hard before we’re ready, Ray.”
“Whatever.”
“Besides,
Ray, it was your case notes that lead Elaine to our perpetrators, she even said
so herself.”
“Yeah,
she had to do all the dirty work while I’m laid up in bed for weeks sniveling
like a baby.”
“I’ve
never seen you snivel in bed, Ray, not once when I was with you.”
Ray
shivered at the statement and all its implications. Fraser was a witness to many
things he did in bed while in the throes of passion, and a damn good witness to
boot. Fraser probably took notes, too.
Ray
pulled the Riv up to the curve of Fraser’s apartment. Both men sat silently for
a moment in the dark.
“Thank
you for driving me home, Ray.”
“Do
you want me to come up, Benny?” Ray asked suddenly, nervously gripping the
steering wheel.
“Do
you want me to, Ray?”
“What
do you mean by that, Benny?”
“I’m
afraid… I’m not sure.”
Both
men sat in the Riv staring at each other, confused and scared. This was Benny’s
first arrival to his apartment since their incident in the warehouse. Fraser
was fit enough to live on his own again and without the vigilant guidance of
the Vecchio family and the sanctuary of Ray’s bedroom. Things were getting back
to normal and there was a strange sense of finality in the air that made them
both shake.
Ray
couldn’t take it anymore and ultimately he made the decision for them both.
“I’m coming up, Fraser.”
Ray
followed Benny up the flight of stairs to his apartment, keeping a careful eye
on Benny’s steps. The Mountie was still limping slightly from their crazy
antics of earlier today, and he didn’t want Benny to trip and take a dive down
the staircase.
They
entered the apartment and Dief bounded from the corner of the room with a happy
yip, having been dropped off by Willy on Fraser’s request. The excited wolf
jumped up and greeted them both, shedding wolf hairs all over Ray's expensive
suit.
It
was just like old times again.
“Stand down, furball! Off the threads!”
Fraser
walked into the kitchen. Everything was sparkling clean and polished; no doubt
from the hard work of Maria and Frannie.
Fraser grabbed the kettle and began filling it with tap water. “You want
some coffee, Ray?”
“No
thanks, Benny.”
Fraser
stood there compelled now that he had no vital mission to perform. He placed
the kettle down on the countertop and he stared at it, fidgeting with the
dishtowel.
“Then
why are you here, Ray?”
Ray
turned and stared at him. “What?”
“Why
are you here?”
“Why
am I’m here? I’m here because we’re friends, you moron,” Ray snapped at him.
“Are
we still together, Ray?”
“Didn’t
I just say we’re friends?”
“Yes,
we’re friends, but are we’re here as lovers as well? Or are we separate in that
respect?”
“Separate?”
“Yes,
Ray. I’d shared a bed with you, I’d made love with you, but I’m unsure if we’re
still together in that way.”
“After
what we’d been through you think we’re separate, Fraser? You actually think
we’re separate?”
“I’m
not sure what to think, Ray, but if you don’t want to continue having an
intimate relationship with me, then I’ll understand. I only want what’s best
for you.”
“What’s
best for me? Oh, great!” Ray threw his hands up in the air with frustration. He
began pacing the room, running his hands over his shorn head and Fraser stood
there helplessly watching him. Ray suddenly stopped and gazed intensely at a
silent Fraser. “So that’s it?”
“What’s
it, Ray?”
“This,
Benny! That’s all you got? Is this is the best that you can do?”
“Er,
Ray?”
“You
drop me like a hot potato and you do this without putting up a fight! It’s not
that easy, Fraser! It shouldn’t be that easy!”
“I
don’t understand what you mean, Ray.”
“Benny!
We’re always going to be together, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in
health, until death does us part, but I doubt even death will separate us!
Shit! I’m stuck with you for eternity and you’re the most annoying man in the
world! How can you not see that?”
Fraser
stepped back, his face etched with doubt and dismay, confused by this
unexpected change in Ray. “You’re being very emotional, Ray.”
“Emotional?”
“We
need to think this through carefully, Ray.”
“Emotional?”
Ray repeated to himself. “I’m being emotional?”
“Well,
you do have a fiery temper, Ray. It’s probably due to your Italian
upbringing--"
“Of
course I’m emotional! I’m in love with you!” Ray screamed at him.
“In
love?” Fraser blinked at him surprised. “With me?”
“Yes,
with you! Who else?”
“I
didn’t think… I wasn’t sure what… that you would…”
“Oh
yeah! That’s right, Benny! I guess I’m being emotional again! We Italians like
to do that! All we Italians like to do is cook, fuck, whack, and sing opera!”
Ray grabbed his overcoat off the chair and he headed for the door.
“Ray,
please wait!” Fraser pleaded. “We need to talk!”
“I’d
love to talk, Benny, but I don’t want to miss my episode of the Sopranos.”
“Stop
it, Ray! You’re being irrational!”
“Now
you’re calling me irrational! This comes from a man who chased a psychotic
bitch on a train! You were willing to throw it all away for her, but for me
what do I get? We spend our first day together at work and now you’re freaking
out and you want to throw away what we have!”
“Ray!
You’re the one who can’t decide what he wants! I can’t read you at all!”
“Don’t
turn this around on me, Fraser!”
“Now
you’re not being fair, Ray!”
Ray
was moving faster than a bullet in the dark. Fraser knew that once Ray was out
of the door that was it.
“See
ya around, Fraser.”
Before
Ray’s hand could reach the doorknob Fraser sprinted after his man. He seized
the cop quickly around the waist and he hauled Ray high up into the air.
“Hey,
Fraser!” Ray shouted at him. “What are you doing?!”
Ray
gasped with shock at being manhandled like this by the Mountie, and he clawed
frantically at the door, struggling to break free from the bear hug.
“No,
Ray! I’m not letting you leave!”
Ray
cursed and flailed, his legs kicking broadly in the air. Fraser spun himself
and his wild friend around in a wide, sweeping arc, trying desperately to bring
them both to the bed, but failing miserably in his task. Fraser had
underestimated the Italian and his long, moving parts.
Ray’s
kicking feet clipped the edge of the kitchen table, jolting cups and plates
tumbled over the side. Fraser then stumbled over Dief’s food dish, dislodging
all of its contents and scattering kibble and bits across the floor.
Dief
groaned at his pathetic pack mates from across the room.
“Fraser!
Put me down now!” Ray growled and hissed.
“Ray!
I’m doing this for your own good!” Fraser marched determinedly to the bed as if
he was plowing through a raging blizzard, dog chow crunching under his boots. “You’ll
thank me later!”
“Like
hell I will! Fraser! Damn it!”
Fraser
turned and fell backward onto the mattress with Ray thrashing on top of him,
struggling to break free. They landed with a thump on the hard mattress, and a
searing pain shot though Fraser’s thigh, making him see stars. The Italian was
now snarling.
“Let
go, Benny!”
“I
am not letting go of you, Ray!”
Years
and years of sentry duty gave him the patience to wait for Ray’s tantrum to
end, to ride it out until the man completely exhausted himself. Fraser
calculated it might take some time considering Ray’s high metabolism and
stubborn tenacity. Fraser had waited very long for
Yet
Ray had this fire inside him, too, and yet he had waited for ten years. So much
worth waiting for, that he knew he could wait forever.
After
several minutes of misery, Ray stopped his tirade with a defeated sigh and he
became silent against Fraser’s chest.
“Ray?”
When
Ray didn’t answer him, Fraser loosened his grip. He was expecting the slender
man to bolt from his arms, but Ray remained against him, panting quietly.
Fraser let his arms fall to his sides, now giving his friend the opportunity to
jump up and run.
“Ray?”
Ray
was motionless, impassive.
“Ray?
Are you not talking to me?”
Fraser
slipped his hands up to rest lightly on Ray’s hips.
“Did
I hurt you?”
“You
can never hurt me. You drive me crazy, but you’d never hurt me,” Ray said
quietly, thoughtfully. “Are you hurt?”
“I
feel fine.”
“Except
for your leg, Fraser. I know it hurts like hell. I can hear in your voice, so
don’t bother denying it. You should’ve known better to tackle me like that.”
“It
was the only way to capture your attention.”
“It
was to stop me from leaving, Benny.”
“I
believed you wanted to be chased,” Fraser agreed, “and caught by me.”
“Jeez!
You crazy Canuck. Suicidal Mountie.”
“You
fiery Italian. Brash cop.”
Ray
laughed at the comeback, a rare, joyous sound to Fraser’s ears, but Ray became
suddenly quiet. After a moment of silent reflection, Ray spoke up again.
“I
wish it could’ve gone differently, Benny.”
“What
could have gone differently?”
“All
this. Us right here, us together in bed, our very first time together.”
“You
mean what happened between us in the hospital?”
Ray
slowly nodded his head. “Yeah.”
“I
don’t follow you.”
“Benny,
I’ve loved you for a long time. Honestly, I’ve loved you for many years, but I
never had the courage to say or do anything about it. I’ve always dreamed that if
we ever did come together, it would be perfect. It would happen because we
loved each other, and we knew for sure that we wanted it and we’re not doing
this out of desperation or fear because we have nothing else to lose. I wanted
it be romantic, to be wonderfully slow and easy for us.”
“Oh
Ray, we almost died and it took that night to make us both realize how much we
loved each other. We’re both very hardheaded and stubborn men, and we’ve been
deluding ourselves for too long. I think we both needed a hard kick to finally
realize what we have together. I know it’s not the perfect, romantic interlude
you had wished for, but I do know that I do love you, Ray.”
“So,
I’m for real, Benny? I’m not another
“Another
“We
nearly died together, Benny, and the next thing I know we’re all over each
other as if our lives depended on it. You’d had almost died saving
“Is
that why you were so afraid? Why you couldn’t open up to me, Ray?”
“Maybe
that’s why. I’d realized how much I’ve loved you, but that you should also feel
the same way and so soon after our accident, I could only assume a worst case
scenario.” Ray then laughed quietly, thinking to himself that being shot wasn’t
the worst thing that could have happened to them both. “I wanted you to love me
because I loved you, Benny. I wanted you to love me knowing that my love for
you is given freely and it’s unconditional. I don’t want you to love me because
you’re afraid to lose me, or that you’re desperate to hang on to me so you’ll
never be alone again. Love should be open and without guilt or fear, Benny.
That’s the love I want us to have together.”
“You’ll
never be
“God,
Benny. What a mess we’ve made!” Ray gazed at his friend with pure love in his
eyes tinged with some regret and sadness. “No more secrets and no more fears
between us, you got that? It that a deal?”
“Understood.”
“Hey,
Benny.” Ray cupped Fraser’s face with hands, staring into his sapphire blue
eyes. “I love you, caro. I do want to be with you and I want to make love to
you, like we should’ve done years ago.”
“Ray,
my love.” Fraser raised his hands to unbutton his tunic, but Ray halted him.
“No,
keep it on, Benny. I like how you look in that uniform, I always did.”
Ray
reached up with trembling fingers to undo the front of Fraser’s jodhpurs, creating
an opening just wide enough to squeeze his hand inside.
“Ray!”
Fraser bucked when he felt that elegant hand reach in to tangle with his
boxers, searching arduously until those clever fingers wrapped around his cock.
Fraser jerked himself into the tight grip and he moaned in disappointment when
Ray snatched his hand away.
Ray
forced his legs wide and pulled Fraser down. “C’mere, Benny. Let me inside.”
“Ray?”
Fraser
looked on with stunned disbelief as Ray guided himself forward, the Italian now
pushing his own dark cock inside the small opening of the jodhpurs, the slender
shaft snaking its way to press firmly under Fraser’s balls.
“Oh
dear!”
Fraser
swooned and dropped on top of Ray, and Ray screamed under him, pumping himself
against the rough cloth and Fraser’s smooth skin, his head reeling from the
dichotomy of both on his cock.
Ray
came hard, reveling in the irony of spilling his seed against Fraser’s perfect,
scotch-guarded uniform. The irony was totally lost on Fraser as he was caught
up in own earth-shattering orgasm.
Both
men lay there panting and tangled for a quiet moment. Fraser then turned onto
his side, leaning himself on his elbow as he contemplated Ray’s nude body
beside him, marveling at the slender length and sleek curves of tendons and
muscle, and the smooth, warm tones of olive skin.
“Anything
you desperately want, Benny?” Ray grinned sheepishly at his lover. He wasn’t
immune to Fraser’s insatiable, greedy gaze and it was starting to turn him on.
Ray stared fixedly at him, waiting for Fraser to make his request, his gaze raw and expectant. “Yes, Fraser?”
“I want to feel what you’d felt that morning. I remember the wonderful look you had on your face, Ray. I’ve never seen you look that way before, and I want that for myself. I know it may sound selfish, and I’ll understand if you decide to decline my --"
“You’re driving me crazy again, Benny! What is it that you want?”
“I want you to make love to me. I want you inside me.”
Ray’s hazel eyes went wide when he heard that. “You really want me that much?”
“Yes, Ray. I want you more than anything else.” Fraser said determinedly.
Fraser stripped off the tattered remains of his uniform, noting that it will need an urgent visit to the dry cleaners along with Ray’s suit.
Ray reached over to the nightstand and found a stray tube
of ointment. He popped open the cap and greased his fingers, spreading the
ointment on his aching cock, then he applied it to Fraser’s ass.
“You know what I’d like to do for our eleventh anniversary, Benny?”
“What is that, Ray?” Fraser hissed through clenched teeth as Ray’s fingers spread him wide, moving slowly in and out of him, relaxing his muscles and smoothing out a slick passage for Ray’s impending entry.
“I’d just like to stay home and hide under the blankets. Hopefully, we’ll stay out of trouble next time.”
“I’ll hide under the blankets with you anytime, Ray. Although I can’t guarantee you we’ll stay out of trouble.”
“Yeah?” Ray pulled Fraser up by his hips, moving himself close against Fraser’s ass. “That kind of trouble sounds like fun, Benny.”
Fraser yelled in ecstasy as Ray entered him, filling him deep with his flesh, burning him with his passion. Ray shifted on his knees, and he began pumping himself hard inside Fraser’s body. Even in the heated frenzy of their lovemaking, Ray had managed to show concern for Fraser’s injured thigh.
“Let me know if it’s too much, Benny.”
“It will never be enough, Ray.”
Ray shook his head and laughed. “You’re crazy, you know that?”
“So I’ve been told,” Benny panted under Ray’s thrusts. “However, there’s one thing I’ve neglected to tell you, Ray.”
“Yeah, Benny? I’m rather busy now, so make it quick”
“Happy tenth anniversary, Ray.”
Ray’s heart melted at that as he joined his soul with the beautiful man beneath him, safe and alive and totally his. It was a perfect moment on a perfect day.
“Happy tenth anniversary to you, too, Benny.”
-The End-
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