Disclaimer: Once again, I own nothing, except maybe the computer this was written on I'm only borrowing the boys for a bit of fun. Sorry about the delayed update, my computer ate the first draft and I had to start over. So, hopefully, you all enjoy and continue to follow the adventure. Thanks to vic32 and Tatau for the support and encouragement. All mistakes are my own…
I awoke the following morning and couldn't figure out why my arm was asleep. Opening my eyes, I discovered Ray's head lying in the crook of my elbow. So, it wasn't a dream after all…I smiled contently and touched the tips of Ray's spiked hair. Even asleep, his hair was rebellious. I found myself staring at Ray's eyes and mouth and wanted so badly to pick up where we had left off the night before, before we had both collapsed from exhaustion. I knuckle swiped my brow and saw Ray's eyes twitch before they opened slowly.
"I heard that… you'd better not be regretting last night because I was kind of hoping we could do that again today." A slow, easy smile graced his features.
"No… no regrets, Ray." I kissed him slowly and he happily returned the favor. "But, could you kindly remove your head from my arm so I can get some feeling back into my fingers, please." Ray laughed and quickly moved his head and snuggled closer into my side and slipped an arm around my waist. His leg found its way between mine and he wrapped his foot around my ankle.
"What now, Benton- buddy?"
That was a good question, one that I had no answer to at the moment.
"I suppose the smart thing to do would be to get up, shower and get some breakfast, huh…"
"Yes, Ray, that would be the smart thing to do." He kissed me again and rubbed one of those long slender fingers across my lower lip.
"This wasn't a dream, was it, Ben?"
"No, Ray, it wasn't a dream."
"Good…just checking. You can grab a shower first and I will see what I have that's edible in the fridge."
"Thank you, Ray. I won't be long. Dief will no doubt be more than ready to go out."
Ray and I both showered and ate a simple breakfast before we headed to the consulate, where I could get a fresh change of clothing. I had duties to attend to at the consulate and I promised Ray I would meet him later at the station so we could grab a bite to eat together. We both had the afternoon off, a rarity as of late and I was hoping we could spend it together. As I was getting ready to get out of his car, I let Diefenbaker out first and he bounded up the steps of the consulate ignoring my calls to wait for me. I took one look at Ray and was hesitant about whether I should kiss him or if he even wanted me to… our relationship was too new and there were undoubtedly going to be a few rules Ray would want to adhere by, surely.
"Ray… "
He looked at me and started to chuckle. He seemed to be able read my mind and he took my hand in his and pulled it to his lips and pressed a kiss into my palm. He then placed his hand around the back of my neck and twisted his fingers into my hair and pulled me in for a quick kiss. I kissed him back and caught his lower lip between my own lips before releasing it.
"This wasn't a mistake, Fraser."
"I was hoping we were under the same agreement." I kissed him again, quickly.
"Have a good day, Ray. I will see you later this afternoon?"
"Yeah, I'll see you later. You have a good day too. Stay clear of the Ice Queen." Ray laughed, mostly to himself as I exited the car and made my way into the consulate but not before waving good- bye.
My hours spent at the consulate that day went by all too slowly. I caught myself continually thinking of Ray and all that had transpired between us the night before. God...did we really cross the line of friendship into something more? I remember the smoothness of Ray's long fingers and just their lightest touch sending shivers up my spine. I was finding it difficult to concentrate on my tasks at hand...when did my career take a turn from catching criminals to planning dinner parties for Inspector Thatcher? I was more of a police officer for the chicago police department than for my own country. I enjoyed spending my afternoons liasing with Ray, and I suppose some police work was better than none. One of these days, I would have to speak with Inspector Thatcher about doing some real police work for Canada and not just planning her next dinner function. Although, that conversation would most likely end with me being transferred back to Canada and stationed at a northern outpost, far too many miles away from Ray. I was not willing to make that sacrifice quite yet. Yes, that would be a conversation for a much later date.
"Constable Fraser..." Inspector Thather's calling of my name snapped me back into the present moment. "Do you have the dinner guest list compiled and the seating arrangements made for the International Delegates Conference?" Inspector Thatcher got that whole sentence out in one quick breath. I look up from the layout I had been working on all morning.
"Ahh...yes, Sir. I am working on it right now."
"Good, good...I have a few alterations that need to be made. Here's the list, revised of course. Please have the new layout on my desk first thing in the morning. Dismissed." I had been working on the layout all morning and was supposed to meet Ray soon. I let out a sigh I didn't realize I was holding. "Is there a problem, Constable?"
"No, Sir. It will be on your desk first thing in the morning."
"Very good, Constable."
Inspector Thatcher left as quickly as she arrived. She would be leaving for the day soon and Turnbull had already left, feeling ill. I would be alone for the remainder of the day, trying to organize her list and seat everyone, according to her specifications. I picked up the telephone and paused before dialing Ray's cell phone number from memory. He wasn't going to like this conversation and I almost dreaded calling him.
He picked up on the second ring and answered with a hasty "Yeah, this is Vecchio."
"Ray, its Fraser..."
"Hey, Benton- buddy, I was just thinking about you." Ray's voice dropped to just above a whisper when he realized it was me.
"Really, Ray and what were you thinking?" He took the baited line.
"Well, I was thinking we were both off in about an hour give or take a few minutes and then I was thinking that maybe we could grab a bite to eat and then maybe we could, oh, I don't know...maybe pick up where we left off last night..." Ray's voice held a teasing tone.
"That sounds terribly intriguing, Ray, but I'm afraid I'm going to be delayed for several hours."
"You're not rethinking this thing between us are you? Because this is like the start of something good, you and me." I could hear a nervous tremor creep into Ray's usually solid voice.
"No, absolutley not, Ray. I fully intend to pick up where we left off, but Inspector Thatcher..." I didn't get to finish my sentence before Ray interupted me. "Why does the Ice Queen always have to be a pain in my ass?" Ray's voice had returned to its normal timbre and now housed a bit of anger.
"Ray, really, it's quite alright. I will just meet you later, when I am done."
"What does she have you doing anyway, Fraser?" "Well, if you must know..."
"Yes, anything that interferes with you not coming over tonight, I must know."
"I told you I would be over, it will just be a few hours later than previously planned."
"What does she have you doing, Fraser? Picking up her dry cleaning, again?"
"No, not exactly...I'm putting together seating arrangements for the upcoming International Delegate's Conference."
"Please tell me you're not serious. I have to give up making out with you because you have to figure out where people sit while they're eating dinner. Are you kidding me?"
"You want to make out with me? As in..."
"God, Fraser, you can be so dense...make out as in... you, me and the couch. Lips on lips, hands under shirts, me memorizing all your little scars and wrinlkles and you're avoiding the question, Ben."
"I don't have wrinkles, Ray."
"Yeah, you do...little ones, around the corners of your eyes. They're kind of cute...I like them. Did you know that your eyes get darker when you're all hot and bothered?"
"No, Ray, I was not aware of that fact. Give me two hours to re-do this layout..."
"Re-do? You mean it was already done and you have to do it again, because why? It wasn't up to her highness' standards or something?"
"Ray, please...whether you agree with it or not, these are part of my duties. I have no choice in the matter. The longer I argue with you, the longer it will take me to get to your apartment to make out, as you call it."
"Fine...I'm sorry. But I will see you later?" Ray sounded defeated.
"Of course, Ray."
We said our good-bye's and I hung up the telephone, determined to get the revised seating arrangements completed as quickly as possible. Two and a half frustrating hours later, I laid the revised layout on Inspector Thatcher's desk praying that it was as Ray called it, up to her standards. Ray did have a valid point in all of this. The work I was performing was really up Constable Turnbull's alley. He was a natural, well, almost a natural, when it came to cooking and entertaining guests. However, the task fell to me and as part of my duties, I completed it.
I looked down at Diefenbaker, who was napping at my feet and told him it was time to go see Ray. For a deaf wolf, he seemed to understand my every word. He yipped loudly in agreement. "Yes, let's not waste anymore of our evening here. Ray will be waiting for us to arrive. Mind you, probably not too patiently either." Dief yipped again and was out the door of my office and halfway down the hallway. I quickly changed into more comfortable clothing. Unsure where things where going to lead once at Ray's apartment, I packed a few things for in the morning. One must never be unprepared, I told myself.
I locked the Consulate doors behind me and made my way down the street towards Ray's apartment. The closer I got, the more nervous I became. What if Ray had a change of heart and wasn't ready to be more than just buddies? I slowed my pace the closer I got and when I reached Ray's door, I hesitated before knocking. Diefenbaker barked loudly, announcing our arrival.
"That wasn't very subtle." Dief barked again and the door swung open. Ray was wearing faded blue jeans that hung loosely on his hips and a t-shirt that was just snug enough to show off his lean muscles.
"Hey there, Fraser. Took you long enough."
Dief bounded into the apartment in search of the kitchen and leftovers. I crossed the threshold of the door and was quickly pushed up against the wall. Ray's hands were cupping my face and he drew me in for a fierce kiss that lasted several moments. He softened his kiss and began to caress my cheeks.
"I missed you today."
"And, I you, Ray."
One hand remained on my cheek and he slowly worked it around to hold the back of my neck and the other began its own exploration of my chest. Ray drew my head towards his for another kiss when I heard Diefenbaker return from his trip to the kitchen. He barked sharply at us to get our attention.
"Ray, I believe Dief wants some leftover pizza."
"Who said there was any left over? Hey, Fur- face, pipe down. Can't you see I'm a little busy here?" Ray began kissing me again and Dief barked loudly, this time making his way between our legs and successfully dislodging Ray's lips from my own.
"I think you need to find something to feed him, Ray. He won't quit until he's satisfied, you know."
"I was only teasing about the leftovers, Fur-face. No need to get pissy."
Ray let go of me and followed Dief into the kitchen to get him the leftover pizza. To my own surprise, I didn't try to stop him. I placed my bag on the floor by the couch.
Ray returned to where I was now standing in the living room.
"I see you brought a bag. I hope that means you plan on staying a while." He took hold of my trembling hands, laced our fingers together and pressed his soft lips to mine once again. Instantly, my hands became calm, woven together with Ray's. "God, Fraser…I've waited all day for this." There was once again, no wavering between either of us. We both knew what we wanted, what we needed and that was each other.
Ray began to walk me backwards towards the couch until my knees hit the cushions and I fell into its soft embrace. He straddled my thighs and settled himself carefully onto my lap, his weight pressing me further into the warmth of the couch. I took my hands and laced my fingers behind Ray's neck and pulled his lips to mine, suddenly needing him closer. His tongue begged for entrance into my mouth and I tasted his velvety chocolate coffee he must have drank earlier. His hands were in my hair, around my neck, up my shirt and everywhere in between. They were dancing to their own melody across my body while my hands were busy with the harmony, creating their own dance. We couldn't get close enough to each other. Suddenly, Ray flipped us around and he was now lying on top of me, spread out down the length of the couch. His legs were tangled in mine and he was working his right foot around my left ankle. My heart was racing and I could feel his heart beating just as quickly. I worked my hands up the length of his back, under his just snug enough t-shirt and kneaded his tight muscles with my fingers. I pulled him closer to me, if that was even possible and I could feel his hands working their way down my sides towards the waist band of my jeans. I could feel his erection becoming full against my own and I shifted my hips and was rewarded with a moan.
"God, Frase, do you know what you do to me?" Ray ground his hips into mine and I was pleasured in return. Breathing heavy, I looked into his blue- green eyes.
"Ray, do you want this?"
"Absolutely, I want all of you, Ben."
"I'm all yours, Ray."
I felt Ray's hand at my waist once again and in one quick motion he had the button to my jeans undone and his fingers on the zipper ready to release my throbbing erection. His hands on me felt incredible. I let out a shaky breath. "Ray…please don't stop"
His slender fingers worked my zipper down while I held him close for another deep kiss. I couldn't get enough of him, couldn't get close enough and now with his hand inside my jeans, I was slowly losing control. A sudden shrill startled me and I gasped as Ray chose that moment to take my erection into his hand and started squeezing and caressing it to a rhythm only he could hear. The shrill noise announced itself again and I realized then, that it was Ray's cell phone.
"Go away…I'm busy." He said to the air in the direction of the phone on his coffee table. The caller on the other end appeared to have heard him and the ringing suddenly stopped. "Good, now… where were we?"
I reached up and pulled him closer for another kiss as he continued his casual caressing of my cock that was beginning to ache with a need for release. I worked my hands to Rays slender waist and hooked a finger into the waist band of his jeans and with a quick pop, had the first button on his button fly jeans undone. The other three buttons were quickly released as well and Ray's cock was now begging for some attention of its own. I worked my hand into his briefs and Ray moaned into my mouth.
"God, that feels great, don't stop, Ben."
I stroked my thumb up and down the quickly filling shaft and Ray was moaning again into my neck where his lips had now found a new spot to mark. There was surely going to be an indicator in the morning of someone's lips on my neck, especially at the rate that Ray was now devouring my neck. Ray had sped up his stroking of my cock and I was very close to losing it and from the quickness of his breathing, I could tell he was close as well. We were rubbing against each other and had our hands on each other and one strong stroke of his fingers around me, I climaxed and shot my seed over his hand. Two strokes later and Ray joined me. He lay on top of me, his breathing heavy and ragged. My own heart rate was through the roof.
"Ray, that was amazing, you were amazing."
"God, Fraser, I want to do this everyday with you, multiple times a day, even."
"I think we can work out some sort of arrangement for that, Ray." I kissed him hard again and then ran my tongue across his now reddened lips.
"Oh yeah, Ben, every… single… day."
The shrill of his phone startled me once again, except this time it was Ray's house phone. Ray sighed heavily. "I knew I should have picked up that penny today…then maybe my phone wouldn't be ringing after I just made out with my Mountie and I could just lay here in his arms. The universe hates me."
"I hardly believe that by you not picking up a penny, has now caused your telephone to ring."
"Don't you know the saying? 'See a penny, pick it up. All day long, you'll have good luck.' See, I should have picked it up, then by luck, the phone wouldn't be ringing and we could rest up a bit and go for round two, maybe say in the bedroom."
"I'm Canadian, Ray. I don't believe I've heard that expression before. As much as I would love to continue with round two, are you going to answer the phone or not?"
"Right, I suppose I should…or let them leave a message and get us cleaned up instead."
"I'm in agreement with that idea."
Ray let the phone continue to ring as we made our way to his bathroom to clean our semen off of each other. His machine finally picked up and I heard his mother's cheerful voice enter the apartment.
"Stanley, honey it's, Mom. I tried your cellular number but couldn't get an answer…"
"That's because I was a little busy making out with Ben, Mom." Ray directed his voice towards his absent mother as he locked eyes with me and started laughing. "My parents are going to freak out when I tell them about us." Before I could respond, I heard his mother continue on with her message.
"So, I called your house phone and well, you must be busy tonight, dear."
"You have no idea, Mom." Ray pulled me in for another kiss. I will never tire of kissing this man. He released my lips as the message continued.
"I just wanted to tell you that your old friend Jimmy may be dropping by to visit you. He called the house today asking if we could give him your address and phone number. I didn't think you would mind, but thought I should at least tell you. I love you, Stanley. Give me a call soon." Ray's mother ended the call and I heard a very brittle "Oh, shit…" come out of Ray's mouth.
"What is it, Ray? Who is Jimmy?"
"Jimmy is an old friend that lived down the street growing up. We were inseperatable throughout school, but then Jimmy got into some pretty nasty shit, drugs mostly and we drifted apart. I haven't seen him for years. I heard that he got himself straightened out and cleaned up.
"You believe that he will be stopping by to visit?"
"Oh, yeah… if he got ahold of my mom, he will be here sooner or later. Come on, let's get cleaned up. I'm not really in the mood for round two right now, you?"
"Um… not so much anymore, I'm sorry."
"Don't be, there's always tomorrow." He kissed me again and we got ourselves cleaned up from our romp on the couch. We had just made our way to the kitchen for a bite of leftover pizza, which Diefenbaker appeared to be guarding. I settled on an apple and Ray chose coffee and we let Dief enjoy the last of our homemade pizza.
There was a knock at the door and Ray looked from me to the door and back again. "I suppose that's Jimmy. Mom wasn't kidding about him visiting me, although I didn't think it would be this soon." The knocking continued.
"Ray, are you going to answer the door?"
"Right, sorry. I suppose I can't leave him out there, can I?"
"That would be a bit rude, Ray." Ray went to the door and opened it. Standing on the other side was his old friend Jimmy, he looked like he had trouble written all over his face. Behind us, Diefenbaker growled and I shushed him quickly.
"Dief, don't be rude. Fraser, this is my old pal, Jimmy." I shook Jimmy's hand and he held mine for longer than necessary for a first meeting. "Jimmy, this is my partner, Benton Fraser."
"Pleasure meeting you, Jimmy." Jimmy's eyes traveled the length of my body and settled on my eyes.
"The pleasure is all mine." Jimmy replied, finally releasing my hand.
Oh, dear…
