By Anam
2003
M/M slash
and romance featuring Benny and Classic Ray.
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For Dawn….
Each snowflake in an
avalanche pleads not guilty.
- Stanislaw J. Lec
(1909-1966)
“Fraser! It’s hot in here!”
Ray shouted this in the dead
of winter as
It took nearly an hour for
the two men to safely reach Fraser’s apartment from the Consulate. The city
streets were treacherous and slick with snow the plow trucks couldn’t manage to
clear. It was nothing less than a war zone during rush hour, but Ray was
skilled enough to drive through the snowy mess without incident.
Fraser’s heart swelled with
admiration for Ray’s expertise in such dire conditions. He had to admit Ray was
an excellent driver, although unconventional in some of his ways, and Fraser
felt guilty for being critical of Ray’s driving in the past. He had belatedly
recognized that Ray’s approach to driving was no less different from his own
approach in apprehending criminals: Each man had a method to his madness and
somehow it had always worked out for the best, especially when he and Ray combined
their efforts. Yet, the
Fraser felt determined to
make it up to Ray any way he could how, but he wasn’t ready to do it with
words. To actually tell Ray he was a wonderful driver after so many years of
roadside nagging would only set Ray off and the two of them may be trapped
together in the small apartment for days due to the storm. The Mountie wasn’t sure he could handle Ray’s ranting for that
long, so he thought it wise to choose other indirect avenues of praise.
Fraser walked over to his
faulty heater and tapped on the radiator. It was pumping out enough heat to fry
bacon.
“Oh dear. I believe my heater is malfunctioning again.”
“Again?”
“Last week it wasn’t giving
off any heat, so I asked Dennis to repair it. I think he became overzealous
with my request.”
“Well, make it stop, Benny! I
can’t breathe in this furnace.” Ray shook off his coat and scarf for emphasis.
“Understood.”
Fraser tinkered with the old
radiator, trying to adjust the heat when the knob broke off in his hand. The
Mountie had no choice but to open the window to allow some cold air to rush
into the room.
Ray sighed as he stared out
the window, watching the snow blow in all kinds of crazy directions from the
howling wind. “The roads are really bad, Benny. I guess I’m definitely stuck
here.”
“Probably for days, Ray, with
no foreseeable escape for you anytime soon,” Fraser added smoothly.
Ray looked up at him with
little surprise. “You would like that, wouldn’t you, Benny?”
“Yes, very
much so.”
“I knew that goofy grin was
meant for something devious.”
“Am I that obvious, Ray?”
“Besides the boner you’re sporting
in your pants, I would say yes, Benny, you’re that obvious.”
Fraser blushed with
embarrassment. “I really need to work on my poker face.”
Ray took pity on him and
wrapped his arms around Fraser’s waist.
“Since all this snow is
making you feel heroic and Mountie-like, maybe you’d like to be on top
tonight?”
“You know me too well, Ray.”
“Now that’s a scary
thought--"
Before Ray could finish he
was already flat on his back, Benny overwhelming him and stripping them both
down on the mattress. The next moments involved kissing, laughing, nibbling,
and squirming followed by Fraser fully entering Ray’s body with a smooth
tenderness.
Ray panted and gasped as
Fraser surged inside him, taking him for a hard, long, and undulating ride.
Fraser pushed deeply and firmly inside him, making the Italian detective feel
loved, wanton and vulnerable all at the same time. Ray threw his head back and
he closed his eyes, concentrating on Benny’s every move, how Benny would slow,
shift, sway and speed ahead, bringing Ray near the edge only to pull him back
again. The Mountie was very calculating this way and Ray loved every minute of
it.
Ray turned his head to the
side and noticed a lone snowflake escape under the crack of the open window. It
drifted silently into the room, fluttering lazily in the air. Ray watched as
the snowflake floated and danced above them until it landed on Benny’s back,
melting upon contact with Benny’s pale skin. Ray was so fascinated, so absorbed
by what he had witnessed that he imagined he could hear the sizzle the
snowflake made as it burned into Benny’s flesh.
It was perfect.
Ray felt his soul dissolve
and rise up, and he came with ferocity, crying out as Benny finally claimed him
for his own. His lover soon followed him, yelling his passion from high above.
Both men sank back into the mattress, exhausted and depleted.
“I can’t believe it, Benny.
That was amazing! You’re amazing!”
“I simply wanted to make it
up to you, Ray, for all those times in the Riv--”
Fraser barely caught himself before he let his secret slip out, no doubt from a
lapse in judgement due to post-coital bliss.
“Hmm? Make up for what?” asked Ray.
“Er…
for all that you do for me and for your patience.”
Ray looked at him confused.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean all the things you do
for me. I’m very grateful to you, Ray.”
“You’re grateful to me?”
“Er…
Yes, Ray.”
“Exactly what things are you
grateful for?” asked Ray with sudden interest.
“Oh, this
and that.”
“What’s this and that,
Benny?”
“Oh,
nothing in particular.”
Fraser shifted uncomfortably
in bed, caught off guard from the direct line of questioning he was receiving
from his lover since Ray usually had the mental acuity of a turnip after a passionate
bout of sex. Eventually these questions will lead to the truth because Fraser
knew he could never lie to his lover. However, Fraser wasn’t ready to let Ray
know what he truly thought of his lover’s driving skills.
Fraser started to stroke
Ray’s ass to distract him, but Ray remained unfazed.
“How can you be grateful for
nothing in particular?” Ray demanded.
“It’s possible, Ray. Especially when you have too many things to be grateful for.”
“That doesn’t make sense,
Fraser-- umph!”
Fraser kissed Ray hard to
shut him up.
Why must Ray make everything
so difficult?
<><><><>
Ray awakened just before
dawn, searching for Fraser’s body by his side and finding himself in an empty
bed. He turned over to see a wistful, naked Fraser standing by the window
silently watching the snowfall. Ray liked seeing his lover this way, all
romantic and soft. Ray called out to him.
“Hey,
Benny.”
“It’s still snowing, Ray.
It’s quite magnificent,” Fraser said dreamily.
“Yeah? I bet the roads are a magnificent mess,” Ray yawned,
stretching his sleepy muscles. “How’s the Riv doing?”
Fraser glanced down to the
street below. To his astonishment, he found that the Riv was missing.
Fraser quickly realized that
Ray had parked the Riv in a snow emergency route and
his car must have been towed away sometime during the night. Ray will have to
face a hefty parking fine, a towing and storage fee for the Riv and endless
taunting and teasing at the precinct. Then there will be plenty of difficult
questions to answer concerning Ray’s overnight stay with Fraser from
co-workers, friends and family.
Ray will have to face all
this and more for bringing Benny home safely in the snowstorm.
“Er, Ray…”
Fraser looked over at Ray who
was now lying in bed, his body dreamy and languid, his
face smiling and relaxed from a long night of lovemaking. Ray seemed so happy
and content, his soul untroubled by the worries and misfortunes of this harsh
world.
No good deed ever goes
unpunished and Fraser’s guilt was unbearable.
“Have I ever told you what an
excellent driver you are, Ray?”
-The End-
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