A Christmas Present (&Possibly a Future)	 Greetings! This is a
first time posting by the Three Amigos. We have been lurking around for
some time now, reading the archives, and finally we decided to join in.
Unlike some of the contributors we have decided to use nicknames,
Ironside, Buzz and Batman. Ironside & I have known each other for a long
while now, getting on for 14 years. Buzz encountered us on the way to a
Star Trek Con a couple of years ago, and we haven't stopped talking since.


This was written because Ironside wanted her very own PWP. A few words of
explanation are appropriate here. This is set in what, in Trek parlance,
is an alternate universe. I (Batman) was wondering what would, or would
not, have happened if Fraser had not met Vecchio when he first arrived In
Chicago. I doubt if I'll ever get around to writing the whole thing but
this fragment is from towards the end of the story and stands up pretty
well on it's own. The reason that I doubt I'll ever finish the rest of the
story is that Buzz & Ironside have some good story ideas of their own! 

Rated: R, PWP Contents are M/M encounter. You have been warned. 

Standard disclaimer applies. If no-one else wants to play with these guys,
why shouldn't we? 

Please let us know if you want to read any more stories created by the
Three Amigos........  A Christmas Present (& Possibly a Future) It was 5
days before Christmas and Ray Vecchio was tired. It showed on his face,
the dark shadows around his green eyes. It showed in the curve of his
shoulders and the way his steps sounded flatly on the steps of the
apartment block. The doorman held the door open for him and smiled
sympathetically at him. He knew that the very thin man in the fashionable
clothes was a police detective. He made it his business to know all about
the people who lived in his building, or in the detectives case, were the
friends of people who were going to be living in his building. The person
in question who was going to be living there was also cop, a Mountie,
Benton Fraser and his dog. The arrangements had been made by the Canadian
Consulate but the apartment had been discovered and recommended by
Detective Vecchio. 

It had been Detective Vecchio and his family who had descended on the
unsuspecting block supervisor, wresting from his weak grasp the keys, and
had gone over every square inch of the apartment, scrubbing, cleaning and
repainting until the apartment had been declared to be fit for the Mountie
to occupy. The female representative from the Consulate (he still couldn't
quite swallow his surprise at the thought that she was a police officer,
and a senior one too!) had merely raised a well shaped eyebrow when she
encountered the very vocal Vecchios in full cry and had wisely left them
being marshalled in their activities by the redoubtable Mrs Vecchio,
recognising in the mother of the Chicago detective an elemental force of
overwhelmingly destructive capability. 

Vecchio nodded to the doorman, too exhausted to want to exchange even a
few words with the man. All he wanted to do was check out the apartment
for one last time, to ensure that everything was in order for Fraser to
take possession of the bare rooms. He leaned against the wall as he waited
for the elevator to arrive, thinking back over the few months and the
changes in his life that knowing the Mountie had caused. The quiet
Canadian had helped him nail Frankie Zuko and had, as a consequence,
received some quite serious injuries. He closed his eyes, shuddering as he
remembered the swollen face that Frannie had laughed at when he'd arrived
at the Vecchio house to stay after being released from the hospital.
Fraser had stiffened under his arm as he'd supported him up the stairs and
had offered, in a raspy voice filled with self-loathing, to go back to his
own apartment. Vecchio, all to aware of the injuries hidden by the
lumberjack style clothing, had had no difficulty in urging the Mountie up
to his own room, undressing the unresisting man and tucking him up into
his own bed. Fraser had simply been too ill to anything other than obey
Vecchio's instructions. Frannie's unkind nickname of Quasimodo and her
laughter following them up the stairs had only served to make the injured
man unwilling to face the rest of the Vecchio family despite the
assurances of Ray, and of Mrs Vecchio, that he was a welcome and honoured
guest. 

Fraser had stayed hidden in Ray's room for 12 days until the transfer for
more medical treatment in Canada had come through. The time had allowed
Ray to talk to Fraser, to learn more of the incredibly complicated man who
had exiled himself to the Windy City in the vain attempt to locate his
father's killer. Defeated by the activities of senior RCMP officers Fraser
had still been trying when he'd encountered Vecchio for which Ray had
given much thanks. To Ray Benton Fraser was simply the most handsome man
he'd ever laid eyes on. Carefully concealing his initial reaction (sheer
lust) Vecchio had struck up a tentative friendship with the Deputy Liaison
Officer and had privately been mining information about the murder of
Robert Fraser when Fraser's insights into human behaviour had broken open
a case against Frankie Zuko which in turn had led to Fraser being injured
by some of Zuko's men. 

Vecchio had repaid the debt in full, tracking down the man who had killed
Robert Fraser and dragging out into the full glare of American media the
woeful facts surrounding his death and the corruption in the Canadian
Administration which had connived at it. Communication with Fraser during
this time had been difficult. They did not dare to make them too
personalised for fear that they be intercepted and used against Fraser but
there were sufficient hints in the short factual letters to keep Vecchio's
hopes and dreams alive. His memory still held undimmed the precious hours
spent with Fraser cradled in his arms whispering words of love to calm the
Mounties nightmares and drive the fears of failure from his drug hazed
thoughts. 

Vecchio heaved a great sigh and unpeeled himself from the wall of the
elevator. Fraser's new apartment was on the top floor of the block. It
wasn't been the one that Vecchio had found, that had been a smaller, much
more modest affair on the second floor. The new liaison officer, Inspector
Thatcher, had up-rated the apartment to the spacious penthouse suite when
she'd come, personally, to inspect the building. After rather briskly
brushing aside Vecchios enquiries about how Fraser was supposed to afford
the penthouse when he had barely been able to pay for the rat trap he'd
been allocated on his arrival in Chicago Inspector Thatcher had finally,
with some embarrassment, admitted that Fraser had not been given any of
the housing allowances that he'd been entitled to and had been docked pay
in an effort to freeze him out of the Mounties before he'd solved his
father's murder. The entire cost of renting the penthouse (plus utilities)
was going to be born by a grateful administration. Vecchio had grinned
cynically at the discomforted woman. Like her he knew that the posting was
punishment, not reward with the opportunity for advancement that the
senior officers claimed it to be. Like her, he knew that the apartment was
a gilded cage to trammel the Mountie in. Like her his feelings about
Frasers posting back to Chicago were ambivalent. He wanted the Mountie
back in Chicago because of the possibility that they might become lovers
but he knew that Fraser had wished to be posted north, back home to the
wilds where he had grown up. 

He fumbled with the key in the lock, sighed in exasperation and tried
again. He'd picked the lock out himself and had supervised it's fitting,
together with the three deadlocks on the inside of the door. Zuko had not
been able to weasel out of the charges against him yet, and whilst
Fraser's evidence was not crucial to the case it had been the turning
point in the investigation which might mean that some of Zuko's friends
might wish to discuss the matter with Fraser again. Vecchio had made this
clear to the building supervisor and the security team in the building and
he'd noticed a moderate pick-up in the levels of surveillance about the
place. Of course Fraser would be sharing with the wolf, who was as good as
any three security guards and, in addition, was personally motivated in
keeping Fraser unharmed. Finally his fingers co-operated with his brain
and he walked into the empty apartment. 

Immediately he felt himself grabbed, swung around and he found himself
pressed flat against the wall be the door, a man expertly leaning against
his back, holding him in place with seemingly no effort. "Hello Ray". 

The voice, low and even in his ear, caused his already accelerated pulse
to jump for quite a different reason. "Fraser? Jeez!!" He tried to turn
but the pressure against him held him in place. "Fraser?" 

"Yes Ray." It wasn't a question, just a confirmation of identity 

"Welcome back to Chicago!" There didn't seem to anything else to say. 

"Thank you Ray. It is good to be back." The weight on him lessened
slightly and he heard the heavy door slam shut, kicked by Fraser because
both Fraser's hands were occupied holding his wrists up against his
shoulder blades. 

"You're early. I didn't expect you 'till tomorrow. I'd arrange to have the
day off tomorrow. I was going to meet your plane. Thought I'd save you the
walk." 

"And I thought I'd surprise you. Inspector Thatcher has been most
complimentary about your family's attention to making this apartment
habitable." 

Vecchio tried to shrug but being rammed tight against the wall the gesture
was, at best, abortive. "It seemed the least we could do after the way
Frannie..." His voice trailed away. He did not want to talk about Frannie.


"How is Frannie?" 

But it seemed that he was going to have to. "About the same. She's still
hitting the bottle. Ma's given her a month to stop, and threatened to
throw her out if she doesn't. Frannie doesn't believe her." 

"But you do. I remember you talking about your father, while you were
holding me. He seemed to be such a foolish man. To have so much and not
seem to care about whether he lost you, his family, or not.. I remember
you holding me so carefully while we were talking, as if you were
frightened that you'd damage me if you held me too tightly." 

"I was scared I'd hurt you. I'd talked to the doctors and I'd seen
beatings like that before." Vecchio tried to turn his head enough to see
Fraser but the weight on his back increased. "I knew how much it hurt
you." Vecchio kept the phrasing oblique so that Fraser could make up his
own mind whether the beating or the nickname was being referred to, or
both. 

"I'm all better now. All the bones are whole. All the bruises faded to
normality. I have my strength back." Fraser's breath fanned across
Vecchios cheek. Then because he was Fraser and so incurably honest said.
"Some of my strength. I am woefully lacking in stamina." 

Vecchio wriggled ineffectively "Can't really say I'd noticed." 

"I've been looking forward to coming back to Chicago. I never thought that
I'd ever do anything other than feel relief at leaving this city but I
actually found myself looking forward to returning. I was looking forward
to being with you again. Please tell me honestly Ray. When I was staying
in your house.... you told me that you were attracted by me. That if you
had the chance that you would like to be my lover. Is that still true?" 

Vecchio's heart gave a lurch "Yes." 

"And if the treatment in Canada hasn't been a total success?" 

Vecchio closed his eyes, remembering the classic features glimpsed across
the smoky precinct squad room that had so instantly captured his attention
and his imagination. He remembered a softly given promise, whispered into
an ear in the dimness of the early morning, to always speak the truth to
this man, even when a 'white lie' could spare his feelings. "I admit that
I fell in lust with your face, but I fell in love with you, the man
inside. The gentle person who'd spent himself so freely to help others. I
fell in love with what's inside you, your spirit, your soul. I admit that
it does matter to me what you look like but that's because I'm selfish
enough to want the outward you to be as beautiful as the inward you. Do I
still want a chance to be your lover? Yes please. On any terms you set.
You define the limits and I'll stick to them." Vecchio held his breath,
wondering at what could have gone wrong with the medical treatment in
Canada. The doctors he'd spoken to there had been so positive of total
success, unless the Administration had been vindictive enough to interfere
because of what he'd found out about Robert Fraser's murder. An ache
inside him grew. What if he'd been responsible for the despoiling of such
loveliness? 

Fraser regarded his captive, noting the despair recorded so clearly in the
droop of his head, the quiver in his voice, and heard again the utter
sincerity of the promise. He smiled. "No matter what they are?" 

"Provided that it doesn't compromise my family or the job." 

Unseen Fraser nodded at the caveat. Some things had to be above
compromise. "Understood. You found this apartment for me?" 

Vecchio stirred, wary at the sudden change of subject. "I couldn't let you
go back to the other place. Not after they didn't help you." 

"Do not condemn them Ray. They were afraid." Fraser's voice was gentle. 

"So was I. I was sick to my stomach getting up the stairs to your
apartment. I could hear Dief howling and I knew something was wrong. They
sat and listened to him for at least 15, maybe 20 minutes, trying to get
back into the apartment to you and they did nothing. You could have died!
I couldn't let you go back there." Vecchio struggled to bring his voice
back under control, knowing that Fraser could feel the shudders the memory
caused in his body. "All I had to do was find a decent apartment block
that would allow dogs. I didn't tell them that Dief is a wolf!" 

"I'll be sure to explain it to him. I was having a look around when you
arrived." 

"What do you think of the place?" Vecchio forced himself to relax against
the wall, banishing the images of Fraser laying in a pool of blood, his
face an unrecognisable mask of bruises, cuts and swollen flesh, wishing
that he could banish it from his dreams as easily. He concentrated on the
man behind him, wanting to see the face he'd dreamed of seeing, hoping
that the treatment had been more successful than Fraser seemed to be
indicating. 

Fraser kissed the back of his neck gently causing Vecchio to stretch and
arch much in the same way a cat would if stroked on the neck. "It has a
number of very promising features. It faces south." another kiss landed.
"So there will be sun in here all day." Another kiss. "There is a wide
balcony so I can sleep outside when I want to." Another kiss. "They allow
pets." An agile tongue licked up the side of Vecchio's neck to explore the
back of his ear. "It is unfurnished so we can gather whatever furniture we
want, not what other people think we should have." 

Vecchio, panting and distracted, did not miss the vital 'we' in the
statement and almost wept with relief. His voice roughened by threatened
tears he asked. "Speaking of pets, where is Dief?" 

"Quarantine. We will be able to collect him tomorrow." Fraser's breath was
warm on his neck but cold where he'd moistened the skin. 

"So? What do you want to do tonight?" 

"I want to make love to you." 

Vecchio felt his knees give slightly in reaction to the dark seductiveness
in the voice whispering to him. Fraser shifted his grip, supporting the
extra weight easily. 

"I think you already are." Vecchio croaked out. 

"Just the beginning. There's more, so very much more. Will you let me show
you?" 

Vecchio rested his head back on Fraser's shoulder in an unconscious
gesture of total submission and total trust. "Anything." 

"I was hoping that you'd agree." 

"Before we ...... continue, I'll have to call home. Ma's expecting me and
she worries." Vecchio's voice faltered as he thought about the situation
he was in. He was being invited to stay by his future lover (for the first
time!) and he was calling his mother! e groaned and shook his head. "I'm
sorry." 

Fraser responded by nibbling his ear. "I admire and respect your mother,
and I would never do anything which would upset her, at least, I would try
not to. We will have to discuss us and how we will deal with your family,
but later. Where is your cell phone?" 

"Coat pocket. The right one." 

Fraser shifted his grip, holding both Vecchio's wrists in his left hand
and fished the cell phone out of the capacious coat pocket. "Still auto
dial 1?" 

"What else? I'll ....tell...... her" 

"I will speak to her. A son should not have to speak lies to his mother
'Mrs Vecchio? Benton Fraser." There was a pause and Vecchio could hear the
sound of his mothers voice but could not make out the words. "Yes I am
quite well now, thank you kindly. I know that Ray is not home yet, he is
here with me. I arrived back in Chicago today. I wanted to avoid any
possible contact with the media, so I arranged to catch an earlier flight.
Yes, well, thank you. If you would not mind, Mrs Vecchio, Ray and I have
some things to sort out and the sooner we talk through them the better so
if perhaps I could turn down your kind offer. Tomorrow night, certainly, I
would be honoured to have dinner with you. Ray asked me to call you
because he knows how concerned you become when he is late. I agree, he is
a son that any mother would be proud of. Would you have any objection if I
borrowed him for tonight? I promise I will take the greatest care of him
and return him to you tomorrow. Yes a celebration of my return to Chicago.
Thank you Mrs Vecchio, I will give him your message and I will look
forward to seeing you tomorrow. Goodnight." 

He turned off the cell phone as deftly as he had turned it on. "Your
mother asked me to tell you to take good care of me tonight, and to make
sure that my first evening back in Chicago is a memorable one." 

"I don't believe you! You're the man you can't tell a lie without getting
an attack of the guilts!!" 

"But Ray, I did not tell any lies. This evening we are going to spend in
celebrating my return to Chicago, and I do intend to take very great care
of you, and I am looking forward to seeing your mother again and doing
justice to her excellent cooking, which I singly failed to do on my last
visit." 

Vecchio replayed the conversation he'd heard in his head. "So that's how
you avoid telling lies, you tell the truth!" 

"Yes. Now, is there anyone else you need to call?" 

"No Fraser." said Vecchio meekly. 

"Can I turn off this phone so that we won't be disturbed?" 

"Yes Fraser." 

"Good" He did so. "Ray, you did say that you would let me make love to you
tonight?" 

"Yes?" 

"Just reminding you. Close your eyes." 

"What?" 

"Close them, and keep them closed. Oh yes, and don't move." 

"Don't move?" 

"That's right. I'm going to let go of your wrists but I want you to leave
your hands right where they are until I tell you that you can move them."
Fraser relaxed his hold slightly and smiled in triumph as Vecchio's arms
stayed bent up his back in what he knew by now would be a quite
uncomfortable position. Vecchio leaned against the wall, heart pounding,
arms aching and waited for Fraser's next move. It took him by surprise.
Something slipped over his head and settled against his eyes. 

"Hey?" 

The slight delay in unbending his arms gave Fraser the few seconds he
needed to complete the task and then to recapture Vecchio's wrists again,
this time not bent up behind his back but held now with palms flat against
the wall his full weight against Vecchios back. "It's all right Ray. It's
all right. It's just one of those little masks they give you on the planes
so that you can block out the reading lights. It's all right." soothed
Fraser. 

Vecchio slowly relaxed and Fraser was able to lessen his grip, although he
kept full body contact with Ray, holding him pressed flat against the
wall. 

"A blindfold? I didn't realise that you were into kinky sex?" 

"I don't know that I am? I've never tried kinky sex." Then, in a more
reflective tone, "Perhaps it's something that we can explore?" 

"URGHHH?" said Vecchio 

"I'll take that to mean that it's something that we can talk about." 

"Talk? Yes...." Vecchio managed to swallow. "Why a blindfold?" 

"Because I don't want you distracted." 

"Distracted?" 

"I want you to concentrate on feeling. The touch of my hands; the way they
feel on your body; the way your body feels when my hands touch you. I want
you to let me make love to you. I want you to let me take pleasure in
exploring your body, to allow me to start to learn those things which give
you pleasure." 

Vecchio sucked in a deep breath. "You keep on talking like that and you
won't need to touch me at all!" he warned. 

"Really? Words please you?" 

"Your voice saying them." 

"Hmmm. Will you let me? No distractions. Will you let yourself be loved
tonight?" 

"By you. Only by you." 

Unseen Fraser nodded. He knew the scale of the leap of faith, the depth of
trust that had been placed with him. This man, like himself, was a police
officer. To surrender control to another was the ultimate gift of love,
one he intended to take the fullest advantage of, and one he intended to
give in return. 

"Only us. You and I." he affirmed. "I promise that I will not hurt you. I
could never willing injure you, and if you find that you do not like, or
are not comfortable with, anything that I do, you must tell me and I will
cease immediately." 

Vecchio nodded, breathing deeply, uncertain that he could speak and hold
his voice steady. 

"Now I'm going to stop holding your hands against the wall but I want you
to leave them there." 

Vecchio nodded again and felt the firm muscles of Fraser's chest lift off
his back, the solid thighs move away from his legs. He stayed leaning
against the wall, grateful for it's support. 

"I would like you not to lean against the wall, but leave your hands where
they are." 

A small chuckle escaped Vecchio as he obeyed the voice. His reward was two
arms reaching around his ribs and the feel of hands undoing his overcoat,
then his jacket. 

"Can you stand without the wall?" 

/Oh very observant/ Vecchio thought then had to consider the question
before he decided. "Yes" 

"Then let your arms relax by your side." 

Vecchio wasn't quite quick enough to trap Fraser's arms and he shrugged. 

"Take two steps back, away from the wall." Fraser's voice sounded to one
side and Vecchio automatically turned his face towards it. "Away from the
wall." the voice chided and with a small grin playing on his lips Vecchio
took two steps back. A light kiss was placed on the corner of his mouth
then Fraser was gone again. Over the sound of his own racing heart Vecchio
tried to listen for sounds of movement then he caught a whiff of scent and
turned his head towards that direction. Another kiss skimmed his lips. 

"I'm beginning to understand." he said. 

"No distractions. Just let yourself be loved." 

"I'm all yours." 

The weight of his outdoor coat disappeared from his shoulders and then his
jacket followed it into oblivion. 

"I'm going to take your gun Ray." Fraser warned him and Vecchio nodded his
consent, thrilled that in the midst of such arrant seduction the Mountie,
the Canadian policeman, had warned him, had obviously planned to warn him,
had thought about how to do this. Gun and holster were removed and Vecchio
twitched in reaction despite himself, then his tie was loosened and drawn
through his collar. /How can someone taking off my tie be sexy?/ mused
Vecchio. /Not someone; Fraser. Fraser taking off my tie is sexy. Fraser.
Fraser is sexy./ A broad smile played across his face as he realised that
if he could see Fraser now he'd be reaching out and grabbing him. A soft
sound and another stray scent had him tilting his head again as Fraser
approached from his left. 

Fingers toyed with the top button of his shirt and he lifted his chin
obligingly, inhaling deeply, smelling Fraser. 

"Hmmm." said Fraser. 

"What? What!?" 

"Just a thought." 

"Am I going to enjoy it?" 

"I don't know." said Fraser honestly, pausing, still toying with the
button, his fingertips making little forays up Vecchio's neck and down
inside the collar. 

Vecchio licked his lips. "Only one way to find out?" he suggested. 

Fraser laughed softly, relieved that his lover (think about this, this
wonderful man has consented to be your lover!) had started to join in the
game of seduction. "You are becoming bold, my love." 

"My love. I like the sound of that." 

"Good." Gentle fingers unfastened the next button and then the next then
paused as the cross on it's delicate golden chain came into view. "I'll
stop whenever you decide that you want me to" repeated Fraser. 

"If I want you to stop I'll be sure to tell you. Right now I don't want
you to." 

"Impatient?" 

"Becoming eager." Vecchio's hands moved towards the growing bulge in his
trousers and were immediately caught. 

"No!" admonished Fraser. "You are not nearly eager enough yet!" 

"Then get on with it!" 

"All in good time." said Fraser sunnily and lifted a hand to his mouth.
Each finger, each knuckle was kissed, licked and nibbled in turn, the palm
sucked before the button holding the cuff was freed and the soft skin of
the inside of the wrist likewise worshipped. Vecchio's heartbeat started
to pick up and he shivered. 

"Are you concentrating?" 

"Oh yes!" 

The other hand was similarly served and Vecchio had great difficulty
stopping his thoughts leaping ahead. /Think about now. Think about what he
is doing now, right now, this minute. Not where those lips might travel.
Only now!/ 

Fraser released both hands and tugged the shirt free of his trousers,
finished unbuttoning it and drew the silk from shoulders and arms, kissing
each inch of skin as it was revealed, alternating attention to each
shoulder and arm in turn, sometimes from the front, sometimes the back,
then Fraser licked Vecchio's right arm from elbow to shoulder. Vecchio
sucked in a deep breath and shifted but then held still again, wondering
what part of him would be greeted next. Fraser decided to remove Vecchio's
vest, pulling it free, lifting it slowly upwards, greeting each rib and
ridge of muscle in turn but avoiding giving any attention to his already
hard nipples. Fraser blew gently across Vecchio's abdomen, admiring the
tightening of his gut as his breath struck cold on saliva. 

Then Fraser knelt down and unfastened Vecchio's shoes, lifting each foot
in turn. Breathing raggedly now Vecchio found that he was unable to trust
his balance and reached out to steady himself on Fraser. His hand gripped
bare shoulder and he gasped loudly. He knew that Fraser had been dressed
when he'd first entered the apartment. He'd caught a glimpse of jacket and
blue denim jeans when Fraser had first tackled him, and he remembered the
feel of soft brushed cotton against his hands when Fraser had him pinned
against the wall. /When had Fraser managed to shed his clothes? Had he
shed all his clothes?/ 

"Oh Dear!" he breathed. That a possibly naked man was kneeling in front of
him hit him straight in the gut, then he snorted with amusement. /What had
he been thinking? That Fraser was going to stay dressed?/ 

"Ray?" Fraser checked. 

"I'm okay. I'm more than okay. I'm happy." 

"I have to take your other gun away." 

Vecchio's fingers tightened on Fraser's shoulder, feeling smooth skin over
solid muscles and hard bone. "That's okay. I don't think I'm going to be
needing it for a while." 

The weight of the gun left his leg, then his feet were lifted in turn and
his socks were removed. Vecchio waited for the same treatment that his
hands and fingers had received to be lavished on his feet. To his
disappointment Fraser stood up, managing to evade Vecchio's hands which
apparently reached out of their own accord to try to check out whether the
Mountie really was entirely naked. 

"Tsk. Tsk." 

Vecchio grinned in delight. "No-one's tsk'd at me for years, not since my
first math teacher." 

"Keep your hands to yourself Ray." Fraser warned him and waited. 

Finally Ray shrugged. "Okay, I'll keep my hands to myself, but only if you
don't keep your hands to yourself." 

He had to wait for a while before Fraser said "I think that can be
arranged." 

"In that case, I'll be a good boy." 

"I don't think so." Fraser stepped up to Vecchio and leaned his chest
against bare back. Vecchio shuddered and leaned against him, the skin on
his back reporting faithfully that Fraser was definitely not wearing a
shirt or vest. He was a warm solid reality in an empty world. Vecchio
shuddered again as bare arms slipped under his own and circled his ribcage
to come to rest on his belt buckle, and stopped there. Vecchio's handed
curled into fists as he fought the urge to reach back to the hips he could
feel against his buttocks. 

Goaded, he said. "Fraser, if you stop now I will do you serious damage." 

"I don't want to do anything that will offend you." 

Vecchio moved his shoulders and arched his back into Fraser. "I'm really
paying attention here. I'll try to learn all my lessons because I'm really
going to enjoy proving that I've learnt them" 

"I do refresher courses." Fraser kissed the nape of Vecchio's neck. "I
remember you kissing me like this. [kiss] When we were in your house
[kiss] in your bed [kiss] and you held me in your arms [kiss] for hours
[kiss] just talking to me [kiss] and keeping the nightmares away. [kiss] I
remember how good it felt [kiss] to be held by two loving arms [kiss] and
to hear a beautiful voice [kiss]. I think I learnt my [kiss] lesson well,
[kiss] don't you?" 

Vecchio tried to control his rocketing pulse and rapid breathing. One part
of him refused to calm down, continued throbbing, demanding attention.
Vecchio patted at his hips then sighed and ran his hands up and down
Fraser's fore-arms to where his hands were resting flat on his own now
bare belly. 

"I missed that." he confessed and lifted his feet one at a time to kick
free of his trousers and underpants. 

Fraser kissed his neck again. "Better luck next time." 

Vecchio inhaled deeply and writhed in Fraser's embrace, feeling the heat
radiating from the body behind him, knowing now that Fraser was as naked
as he was and finding that he was content. No, more than content, (he
couldn't think of the right word), he just knew he was right were he was
meant to be, waiting Fraser's pleasure and his own. 

They stood, quiet and still, for what seemed to be a very long time. They
listened to each other breathing and the muted sounds of the city that
filtered in through the triple-glazed doors which led out onto the
balcony. Vecchio felt the warmth of Fraser against his back, buttocks and
the backs of his legs, and the smooth hardness of the varnished floor
beneath his feet and the way tiny breezes moved the hairs on his arms and
legs. They stood together and were, trusting each other until Fraser
licked his neck, causing him to moan and said "Time for your next lesson."
and moved away. 

Ray listened and finally heard water running. /Water? What now?/ 

"Kneel down Ray." It wasn't so much a command as a statement and Vecchio
obeyed him instantly, sitting back on his heels, his hands on this thighs.


"Comfy?" 

"Not really. Parts of me are quite tense." 

"Tension is bad for you. I'll have to see what I can do to ease your
tension." The words, and possible ways of relief, which flashed through
Vecchio's mind, caused the tension to mount. He gasped and flinched as
something was rubbed against his cheek. It felt like ... 

"Soap?" 

"Shaving soap." said Fraser pedantically lathering Vecchio's cheeks, chin
and neck. He watched with some amusement and no sympathy at all as
Vecchio's somewhat prominent Adams Apple bobbed up and down, then Ray
asked. 

"Are you going to shave me?" 

"That is my intention, yes." 

"With a razor?" 

Fraser carried on lathering Vecchio's face, making the suds rich and
creamy, working the bristles of the shaving brush against the underside of
Vecchio's chin. 

"Yes, with a razor." 

"What sort of razor, Fraser?" 

There was silence. Fraser had finished his preparation and stepped back to
admire the effect. 

"Fraser?" 

There was more silence. 

"Fraser?" 

"Better if you don't talk Ray, this razor is remarkably sharp." 

"Urgh!" said Ray intelligently, his eyes, behind the little mask, wide
with fear. Then he felt the whisper of the blade up his cheek, sliding
through the foam, slicing through his two day old stubble. The feel of the
sharp steel against his skin was refreshing, almost soothing. He moved his
head from side to side, tilting it up to allow Fraser access to the under
side of his chin, knowing that as he did so, Fraser was standing behind
him, leaning over him. 

Fraser took his time shaving Vecchio, re-lathering and re-shaving parts of
his face when he considered the effect of the razor to be less than
perfect. Finally he brought more water and wiped Vecchio's face and neck
clean of the remains of the soap, allowing a thin stream of water to
trickle down Vecchio's spine to disappear into the cleft at it's base.
Vecchio wriggled, his lips compressed into a thin line. 

"What did you think of the shaving lesson Ray?" Fraser's voice sounded
distant, muffled and Vecchio could hear the sound of running water.
/Washing the razor/ he concluded and felt very please with himself. He
raised his voice to reply. 

"It was very soothing. I think I'd have to practise lot before I dared try
that on you." 

Fraser's voice sounded next to him. "Agreed. I would suggest that you
didn't practise of yourself either. Your face would not be enhanced by
razor cuts." Fraser ran his hand over a smooth cheek and chin and Vecchio
kissed the clever fingers as they came into range. "Like silk. Of course
there's a great deal to be said for stubble. It's application to certain
parts of the anatomy can be most stimulating." Vecchio's imagination went,
briefly, into overdrive, and the tension which had been eased by the
shaving episode, returned to it's previous high levels. "But not tonight.
Tonight I wanted silk." 

Vecchio breathed heavily through his nose, aware of beads of sweat
gathering on his chest and back, the way his palms were wet were they
rested on his thighs. Fraser's fingers continued to stray over his face,
smoothing along his cheeks, searching out the hollows behind his ears,
tracing the contours of his nose. 

"One of my more prominent features." he murmured. 

"I can think of one feature more prominent." 

Vecchio's mouth quirked into a smile under Fraser's fingers. "I've been
paying attention." 

"Ah! that will do it every time. You've been cutting your hair shorter?" 

"You can tell?" 

"Of course. I did prefer it when it was longer. I had this fantasy about
washing your hair." 

Vecchio nodded. "I'll grow it." he offered immediately then said "I have a
lot of body hair?" 

"Yes." 

Vecchio shivered. Never in his entire life had he heard such a wealth of
lust engendered into one word. "Wanna check out your new bathroom? You've
got one of your own now. No sharing." 

"Except with you." 

"I did have that in mind." 

"You have been thinking about me?" 

"Am I breathing?" Vecchio kept getting reports from various parts of his
body that Fraser was touching him there too. Whilst hands were playing
with his head and face Vecchio was heading towards imagination overdrive
again trying to identify just what was touching him where. "Yeah, I've
been thinking about you." 

"Fantasies?" 

Vecchio shrugged, shifting uneasily and to Fraser's unending delight,
blushed. "Some." the cop admitted. 

"What is your favourite?" 

Vecchio stilled under Fraser's hands. "That I wake up in a big double bed
and I'm with you. I have my head on your chest and your arms are around
me, holding me, keeping me safe; and I can hear your heartbeat and feel
you breathing." 

"I like that one. You must have others?" 

"Oh lots of others. I couldn't be with you so I had to imagine you there.
I didn't know if you were coming back." The admission was made quickly,
revealing to Fraser the depth of commitment that his friend and now his
lover, had made to him. 

"I am back. I'm right here." 

"Yeah." 

"So what other fantasies did you make up?" 

"I'd rather show you." Vecchio offered. 

"Oh. Well. In that case, why don't you stand up and we'll carry on with
mine?" 

Vecchio rose to his feet with limber grace, eager for whatever his
partner's imagination had thought up. Fraser took him by the hand and led
him /Where?/ Vecchio thought as they walked. /Bedroom? Of course. Where
else?/ 

"Lay down Ray." the voice commanded and Vecchio yielded to the downward
tug, his questing hand finding the softness of Fraser's bedroll. 

"Back, front or side?" he asked mischievously. 

"Back. To begin with." 

Vecchio subsided onto the bedroll. "Hey, this is comfortable, like a very
good mattress." 

"I'm glad that you're comfortable." Fraser picked up Vecchio's hand and
began to massage it, bending fingers, kneading muscles, then began to work
his way slowly up Vecchio's arm. 

"That feels wonderful." murmured Vecchio as Fraser began the same journey
on the other side. "How did you learn this talent? No, Don't tell me. Let
me guess. There was this book in your grandparents library." 

"Why, yes! There was...... However did you?" 

Vecchio chuckled, which proved an interesting spectacle for Fraser as
parts of the Italian moved. "I bet they never thought you'd use your
lessons like this?" 

"They must have indulged themselves at least once Ray. They did manage to
produce my father." 

"Hmmm" said Vecchio, not really caring. 

Fraser moved again and Vecchio uttered a little yelp as his right foot was
grasped. 

"Ticklish Ray?" 

"Yes. Very." 

"Next time." 

Soon Vecchio began to relax as his feet were massaged by expert and
skilful fingers. "Another book?" 

"Reflexology. A fascinating subject." As Fraser's voice droned on Vecchio
found that he didn't want to listen to what Fraser was saying, he just
wanted to listen to the sound of Fraser's voice. It was wonderful. Melodic
with such clarity. It strolled into his ears and soothed his senses, pure
maple syrup to his soul. Rather like having his ears stroked with a velvet
voice, a deep rich brown velvet. Vecchio stopped drifting when Fraser's
clever hands reached mid thigh, then the tension started to build again.
Fraser affected not to notice the effect he was causing and continued up
each leg in turn, switching from side to side, ignoring completely the now
urgent need and carrying on up to knead thin flesh stretched tight over
bony hips, and paid attention instead to the flat belly between. 

"I think you missed a bit." Vecchio panted, sucking in air as Fraser
investigated his navel with intent. 

"I don't think so." The clever hands played onwards and upwards over a
taut ribcage, soothing muscles, playing with the abundant chest hair,
finding and teasing nipples into frantic hardness. Vecchio began writhing
slowly, his long fingers flexing and bunching as he fought against the
urge to pleasure himself. 

"Turn over" The command hissed in his ear. 

"What?" Vecchio's voice wobbled into the soprano range. "Are you joking?" 

"No." 

"Benny, I may be wearing a blindfold but I know that I've got the biggest
hard-on that I've had in years, and you want me to lie on it?" 

"Yes." 

"Oh. Oh in that case I'm going to hold you responsible for anything that
happens." 

"I knew you'd be able to work it out" Fraser assured him. 

Muttering and mumbling Vecchio squirmed and rolled cautiously over onto
his belly. He whimpered as his weight settled on the bedroll and he arched
his back, raising his buttocks in the air to lessen the pressure. Face
down he gasped and bucked as Fraser knelt astride his head and began a
long, slow procession down his neck to his back and then his waist,
forcing a more intimate contact with every long outward stroke. He groaned
as he tried not to grind himself into the down, the soft cotton inflaming
already hyper-sensitive flesh. He was torn between the sensations of a
supremely good back massage, which found every kinked muscle and unknotted
it, and the fast approaching need for completion. 

He moaned continuously now as he actively sort contact with the material
of the bed-roll, muscles in his legs and feet twitching unnoticed. Then
Fraser moved, kneeling astride Vecchio's back, his hands kneading the
sparse flesh of Vecchio's buttocks, forcing him into a slow, steady rhythm
just when his own needs indicated the need for faster and more urgent
strokes. 

He panted and gasped, driven now but controlled by the man astride him,
his skin wet with sweat and flushed with arousal. How long it continued he
had no idea; his whole universe was constricted down to the feel of hands
alternately pressing down and holding his hips still, and the building
pressure between his legs. 

From very far away he heard a voice patiently saying his name. 

"Yeah?" 

"Roll over." the voice suggested and he groaned as he squirmed about
again, big strong hands helping him move his hips. He lay face up, Fraser
now kneeling astride his chest. 

"Ray?" 

"What?" 

"Final exam." and Fraser swallowed him. 

Vecchio orgasmed immediately, screaming his delight, clawing at Fraser's
thighs as the Mountie rode his bucking body, sucking the life juice from
him. 

When Vecchio finally subsided and lay still Fraser climbed stiffly off his
once and future lover and grinned down at the long limbed, hairy, utterly
adorable body sprawled in boneless exhaustion across the bedroll. His eyes
travelled up and down, reviewing the hair curled, or laying flat plastered
down with perspiration, where sensitive skin showed evidence of friction,
where a hickey had developed on the long neck just below an ear. 

He fingered his own arousal lightly, knowing that it would take little to
make him come. It was a pity that Ray couldn't share this with him too but
the total relaxation he read in the body laying beside him told him that
Ray would be asleep for hours, and he couldn't wait that long. His fingers
speeded up and he stroked himself faster, then slowed down as one of his
own fantasies replayed for him inside his mind's eye. True it wouldn't be
quite the same, but close, very close. 

He removed the mask from Ray's face, tutting absently as he noticed that
the elastic had made indentations into the skin. He'd, no, they'd have to
think of some other blindfold, one that didn't cause marks. He rolled Ray
gently over onto his front, and placed a pillow under his hips, raising
his buttocks slightly. He positioned himself carefully, hissing with
delight as the flesh of Ray's cheeks gave haven to his need. He lay quiet,
savouring the feel of boney wholeness beneath him, the way Ray's hair
tickled him in unexpected ways and places, the scent of his love. Unable
to contain himself he began to undulate his hips, rubbing gently flesh
against flesh. Not seeking entry. Not yet, That delight would come later
with Ray's full consent and active participation. He thrust once, twice
and came, jetting his seed across his sleeping lovers form. 

A very long while later Vecchio shifted slightly, mumbled an incoherent
protest and tried to find a soft spot in his pillow. It finally occurred
to his sleep clouded mind that his pillow was warm and made of flesh. He
blinked sleepy eyes open and then smiled lazily at Fraser, drinking in the
sight of blue eyes smiling THAT smile just for him. 

"Good morning." he said politely. 

"Yes it is." Fraser looked at the watch which was laying face-up beside
the lighted candle. "Just. I hope that you enjoyed your lesson." 

"Very much so. If I'd had lessons like this in school I'd have been a very
much more attentive student. But I don't think they'd be anything like as
good without you as the teacher." Vecchio's voice ripples with humour and
he rubbed his cheek against Fraser's bare and hairless chest. "Thank you."


Fraser's arms tightened in a powerful hug. "I'm sorry that I couldn't
manage the big double bed." 

Vecchio pressed his lips to Fraser's chest, kissing him, then licking him,
tasting him and making him squirm just a little. "Ticklish eh?? You
managed the essentials. I'm with you, your arms are around me, holding me,
keeping me safe. I can hear your heartbeat. I can feel you breathing.
Strange, I never thought about tasting you, or what you'd smell like." 

"How do I smell?" 

"Like you. I mean you don't smell like anything, anyone else. It's you." 

"I know what you mean." 

Vecchio snuggled closer, marvelling at the way being held by Fraser seemed
so right, so natural. 

"I never imagined that you were so furry." 

"Furry?" Vecchio twisted to look at Fraser, astonishment written large on
his expressive features. "Furry?" 

"Yes." Fraser smiled lazily and playfully pulled at the hair on Vecchio's
fore-arm where it lay across his own smooth chest. "Furry. Like having my
very own teddy bear. I don't remember ever having a teddy bear." 

Vecchio felt tears pricking at his eyes. "Anytime you want to take this
teddy bear to bed, or anywhere else, you just tell me. Okay?" 

Fraser looked at him sadly. "I know that this will not be easy for you.
Your family, your reli--" 

"Shh." Vecchio reached up and placed his hand over Fraser's mouth,
stopping his words. "You asked, I said yes please. If I didn't want to be
right where I am then I'd have said no. But I didn't. I'll figure out how
to handle things with my family; the other, well Father Behan knows but he
isn't going to say anything, the confessional you know. He ain't exactly
happy but he knows I don't go with whores or run the clubs which is a lot
more than can be said of some of his straight parishioners, and some of
them are married too!" Vecchio smiled and moved his hand. "Hey did you
shave?" 

"No." 

"You're smooth, no stubble at all. Pity." he said remembering one sentence
from the shaving episode. 

"I can grow stubble." offered Fraser moving his face against Vecchios
hand. 

"How long does that take?" 

"Several weeks." 

Vecchio giggled. "Several weeks? Several weeks!" 

Fraser hugged him and rolled him over, pressing him down into the bedroll.
Looking down at him Fraser said with ominous quietness. "You think that's
funny?" 

Vecchio looked up at him, eyes dancing with delight. "Yes. I do. Care to
make something of it?" he challenged. 

Fraser blinked, feeling a movement and knowing exactly where Vecchio's
hands were. "Yes." he said and kissed Vecchio. 

Fins 

  
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