Evidence    Rated NC-17 for m/m sex. Hands up who thought I'd write
something else? 
Sheesh, am I predictable or what? <g> Please note this is NOT the fourth 
story in the "Comfort" series - that story isn't quite finished yet. 

Is anyone out there reading this? Hullo? It seems that few people are 
commenting anymore. Writers thrive on comments, even one-line comments. 
I don't want to beg for comments, but it is nice to know people are
reading 
what I've written. Send all comments to tmar@fast.co.za. 

Disclaimer: I don't own them. Won't make any money from them. Please don't

sue me - the exchange rate is terrible and you wouldn't get anything
anyway. 
                                EVIDENCE 

                              By T'Mar 

"You sure you'll be okay, Benny?" Ray Vecchio asked, as he stood with 
Benton Fraser in the hallway of his family home on Friday evening. 
   "We'll be fine, Ray," Fraser replied, indicating himself and his 
wolf. 
   Ray looked uncomfortable. "I dunno. Maybe I should have asked Elaine 
to house-sit..." 
   "It's a two-day conference," Fraser put in reasonably. "We'll be 
fine. I promise not to blow up your house while you're away." He 
couldn't quite help the smile that came to his features when he said 
that. 
   "If Ma phones..." Ray began, but Fraser interrupted quite calmly. 
   "Yes, Ray. I know, Ray." Fraser tried not to smirk, but it didn't work.

His face broke into that teasing look that he used very seldom, and it had

the effect on Ray that it always had: he frowned. 
   "Benny, are you funning with me?" 
   Fraser managed to get his face straight. "Just a little bit, yes." 
   "Oh. Okay." The annoyed look disappeared. "You know I trust you with my

life, Benny. But my house... well, that's another story." 
   Fraser had a momentary flash of wrecking Ray's family home in his 
desperation to find the locker key that Victoria had hidden away, but he 
shut it out of his mind and turned back to his friend. "Ray. I promise.
Your 
house is in good hands." 
   "Yeah, yeah, okay. There's tapes in the cabinet if you get tired of 
reading books on Inuit dressmaking." Ray waited for Fraser to attempt to 
explain about Inuit clothing, and he wasn't disappointed. 
   "Actually, the Inuit..." 
   Ray cut him off, grinning. "I know, Benny. I was just teasing you." 
   "Oh. All right, then." 
   "I gotta go." He fingered the plane ticket in his jacket. "I still
can't 
believe Welsh got them to spring for a plane ticket. Beach, here I come! 
Bye, Benny." 
   "Have a good time, Ray," Fraser said, closing the door behind his
friend. 

Being in Ray's house alone was very different to being in it with the
other 
Vecchios, or even just being in it with only Ray. This time there was no
one 
suggesting activities for them, or asking him to move furniture or change 
the baby or yelling at him to stop helping in the kitchen and come and
watch 
the ballgame. 
   The first thing Fraser did was unpack his backpack and hang his clothes

up in the small space Ray had left for him in his closet. He didn't want
his 
shirts getting wrinkled. One weekend without Ray or his family. One
weekend 
on which he didn't have to work. Fraser was at a loss as to what to do. 
   He didn't even have to cook; Mrs Vecchio had left food in the fridge 
labelled, "Ray", "Benton" and "Diefenbaker" before she and the others had 
gone to visit family in New York state. Ray had explained to him how to
use 
the microwave for best advantage with his mother's cooking, and Fraser had

dutifully memorised the procedure. Right now, though, he wasn't hungry. 
   He looked down at Dief, who was eyeing Ray's bed greedily. "Now, you
know 
that Ray said he didn't want wolf hairs on his bed." 
   Dief gave a little whine. 
   "No, you can't take that attitude. He'll only be gone for two days and
he 
*will* notice when he gets back. Now there's a perfectly comfortable
pillow 
and basket in the corner for you." 
   A low growl. 
   "I can't help it if Mrs. Vecchio insists on treating you as though you 
were a dog. You should just be grateful she thinks of you at all." Fraser 
paused. "I'm going downstairs. You know proper behaviour." He turned and 
left. Dief followed reluctantly, with a last, longing look at the 
comfortable sleeping-place. 

Fraser stood in the living room. What to do? He could read one of the
books 
he'd brought with him, but it seemed a shame to disregard the hospitality 
he'd been offered. Maybe he'd watch some TV. He didn't get much of a
chance 
to do that. 
   Fraser sat down on the large couch and turned on the TV. There were 
reruns of sports games on one channel, a show which dealt with rather
grisly 
murders on another, some show involving a spaceship and odd-looking people

on another... He sat patiently going through the channels. There were a
heck 
of a lot, since Ray's family had cable. Despite this, there was little
that 
interested him. He finally found a channel which was running a segment
about 
the conservation of sharks, and settled down to watch that. 
   The segment was over and another came on, detailing ancient Egypt. But 
just as he decided to watch it, a whine came from near his knee. Fraser 
looked at the time. It was already 7:45pm, and Dief was no doubt hungry. 
   Fraser turned the TV off with a sigh. He'd been looking forward to 
learning more about ancient Egypt. "All right." 
   He proceeded to the kitchen where he followed Ray's instructions to the

letter and soon had steaming plates of food for himself and Dief. Being, 
well, Fraser, he didn't consider going back to the lounge and watching the

segment while eating; instead, he sat at the kitchen table and ate. 
   By the time the meal was over, so was the segment on ancient Egypt. 
Fraser briefly considered watching the segment which followed, but when he

looked at the time he changed his mind. It was already 8:30pm. He went 
upstairs and changed for bed. 

When Dief finally padded upstairs twenty minutes after Fraser, he found
the 
Mountie standing in Ray's bedroom looking down at the bed. Dief whined an 
inquiry. 
   "Yes, it does look very comfortable," Fraser said. 
   Whine. 
   "It's Ray's bed. I don't think I'd feel comfortable sleeping in it."
And 
this much was true. Fraser had been overcome by an odd feeling when he'd 
pulled back the bedclothes. He couldn't identify the feeling, but at the 
same time it made him hesitant to climb into the bed. "I suppose I could 
sleep on the floor..." he began, then rejected that idea. He could already

imagine what Ray and his mother would say if they discovered that he'd
slept 
on the floor of their large, welcoming home. 
   Dief whined again. 
   "You're right; I'm being silly." Fraser pulled the bedclothes down
enough 
so that he could get in, and sat down on the bed. The strange feeling 
intensified. He stood up again. Dief whined again. He sat back down. This 
could not go on all night! Carefully, Fraser got into the bed. 
   Oh, it *was* comfortable! And it smelled like Ray. That discovery
calmed 
Fraser a little. Ray had insisted he sleep here instead of the room his 
mother had offered. "*I* bought this bed, Benny," Ray had said. "It's the 
most comfortable one in the house." And Fraser had been too polite to 
refuse. 
   He pulled the covers over himself and lay on his back as he usually
did. 
Yes, Ray's bed was very comfortable... 

Fraser was very angry with himself when he awoke the next morning, the 
reason for this being that he only woke up at 9am. For a Mountie who'd
been 
raised in the far north, this was five hours late. But he also knew that 
this had been one of the best sleeps he'd had in a very long time. He got
up 
and went downstairs without even putting on a robe or bothering to get 
dressed. 
   Breakfast was simple: eggs and toast for him and a small portion from 
another plate labelled "Diefenbaker" for his wolf. Fraser took this 
opportunity to point out to Dief that wolves and dogs were only supposed
to 
eat one meal a day - not that Dief cared. 
   After this Fraser washed the dishes, cleaned the kitchen, went back 
upstairs to change, and then took Dief for a walk in the neighbourhood. It

was quite a good neighbourhood - very suburban, very quiet and serene. He 
enjoyed the walk so much that he was gone for over two hours. 
   Just as he opened the front door of the Vecchio home, the phone rang.
He 
rushed to answer it. "Vecchio residence." 
   "Hey, Benny, what's up?" 
   "Nothing's 'up', Ray. Everything's quite fine here." 
   "That's good to hear, Benny." 
   "How's the conference going?" 
   "Oh, fine. An hour-long seminar on the new DNA techniques. A half-hour 
break, which meant no chance to get to the beach. Then a refresher course
on 
probable cause. We're on lunch now. Thank goodness there's only one more 
seminar after lunch. I'm gettin' to the beach after that if I have to
shoot 
somebody!" 
   "Well, enjoy yourself, Ray." 
   "I will. You take care, Benny." 
   "All right, Ray." 

Fraser read one of his books for a while during the afternoon, then took 
Dief for another walk before repeating last night's dinner procedure. 
   But this time it was only 6:30 when he was finished. 
   "Ah!" Fraser said when he went into the bedroom to look for his other 
book and saw Ray's own TV and VCR. "Tapes. Perhaps I could watch a tape." 
The cabinet was locked, however. Fraser frowned. Why would Ray say he
could 
watch something if the cabinet was locked? 
   It didn't occur to Fraser (and certainly hadn't occurred to Ray) that
Ray 
had meant the cabinet in the living room, not the one in his bedroom. 
Instead, he reasoned that the key for the cabinet must be on the keyring
Ray 
had given him which also contained his house keys, the keys to his desk at

the precinct, and so on. It was. 
   Fraser unlocked the cabinet and perused the tapes. The titles seemed 
rather... vacuous. 'Beach Pleasures'. 'Fun and Sun'. 'Country Boys'.
Fraser 
picked up the nearest one and looked at the cover. There was only a
picture 
of one man on the front. He turned the tape over. There was another
picture 
- this time of two men with their arms around each other, waves in the 
background - and a blurb which told him nothing except that the film had a

beach setting (he had figured that out himself) and was about two men
named 
Bud and Steve. 
   Fraser frowned. The movie wasn't labelled with a rating. He looked at
the 
names of the people in the film, but he didn't recognize any of them. Ray 
favoured movies starring somebody named Steven Seagal - in fact, he 
remembered Ray watching one called "Hard to Kill" about four times. Arnold

Schwarzenegger was another favourite actor of Ray's, and he *had* rather 
enjoyed "True Lies". But he'd never heard of any of these actors or film 
titles. 
   Despite this, Fraser decided to watch one. If he learned nothing else,
he 
might learn something new about Ray. He put in the beach movie. 
  
  

Ten minutes later he was starting to think that he should turn it off, but

somehow he couldn't make himself move. The movie had started off
predictably 
enough, two men sitting on a beach... not much dialogue... then they had 
gone into one of those lifeguard towers, and... Well. Fraser swallowed
hard 
even as he kept his eyes on the screen, unable to move. 
   Ray. This movie belonged to Ray. It had been locked up here in Ray's 
bedroom because of the content. It dawned on Fraser rather belatedly that 
Ray hadn't meant *this* cabinet when he'd said to watch the tapes. 
   Fraser couldn't make his hand grab the remote and turn off the tape. 
Instead he just stared at the screen, at the two men having sex. Ray had 
films of men having sex. Pornography, it was called. Not illegal, but not 
something he would have thought Ray would watch. 
   The scene changed. Now there were *three* men, on the beach at dusk,
and 
they were... Um. Fraser turned off the tape, setting it to rewind. Despite

this, he knew he'd be putting in the next movie. He had to see if they
were 
all like this. All gay porn. *Gay*. *Porn*. Two words he'd never
considered 
before, not together anyway. 
   He got off the end of Ray's bed, and then he noticed... Oh dear. It 
seemed the movie had produced a rather unwanted result. He was aroused.
Even 
so, he put the beach film back and put in the country one, sitting back on

the bed. 
   The country one had a little more of a plot, but the point of the movie

was the same: sex. Sex, in great detail, filmed in close-up from every 
angle. Ray. These movies belonged to Ray. Ray... 
   Despite himself, Fraser reached down and touched himself through his 
jeans. Oh, that felt good. He looked at the screen again. Had Ray ever
done 
that? The men on the screen looked as though they were enjoying it. Unable

to help himself, Fraser unbuttoned his belt and opened his jeans, sliding 
his hand into his shorts, around himself. 
   Relief. That's all this usually was. People had needs and needed
outlets. 
And not being in a relationship... well, masturbation was a perfectly 
acceptable outlet. He remembered his grandmother telling him as much when 
he'd been a teenager. "Now, Ben, you don't have to sleep with a girl just 
because of all those hormones. Masturbation is a perfectly acceptable 
outlet." Fraser recalled being shocked, especially considering that his 
grandmother had been a missionary. But on reflection he'd realised she was

trying to make sure he performed the lesser of two evils. Masturbation 
wouldn't get some girl pregnant, after all. 
   Relief. Just relief... But even as he touched himself, Fraser knew that

this *wasn't* only that. He was turned on by what he saw, by the thought 
that *Ray* had watched these films, and probably done exactly the same 
thing. He shimmied out of his jeans and tugged his boxer shorts down,
toeing 
his sneakers off at the same time. 
   It was deliriously freeing, to lie back on Ray's bed and do this. He 
wondered how many times Ray had done it. He wondered what Ray had looked 
like, doing it. How had Ray touched himself? What had he thought of? Who
had 
he thought of? 
   All Fraser could see in his mind's eye now was Ray. The people on the 
screen were only a backdrop, a soundtrack, as Fraser thought of Ray and 
spiralled towards completion. 
   Oh, yes! He bit his lip to prevent any sound escaping when the wave
hit, 
but then he realised it didn't matter. "Ray!" The cry erupted from him
even 
as his seed erupted over his fingers. He lay back on the bed. Ray. 

Fraser awoke to the sound of a ringing telephone. He jerked upwards, 
realising that he was naked from the waist down. He must have fallen
asleep, 
after... His hand was sticky; he looked at it with distaste and then eyed 
the clock. Nearly 11pm. 
   The phone stopped ringing, and Fraser went into the bathroom to shower.

He stood under the warm spray, shocked at what he had done. He had watched

pornography, something he'd heard of but never been interested in.
However, 
that didn't bother him. What bothered him was the thought of how turned on

he had been at the sight of two men making love together; at the thought 
that Ray was also turned on by the sight; at the thought of Ray doing what

he'd done... At the thought of Ray. 
   All he could think of now was Ray: Ray standing there in the holding
cell 
where he'd met him; Ray in a loud shirt saying, "I'm talking to a corpse 
here"; Ray being disgusted by his tasting habits; Ray wearing red serge to

help him out; Ray leaning over him after shooting him; Ray carrying him in

the wilderness... *Ray*. 
   Fraser knew that if Ray were to walk in here at this moment, he
wouldn't 
be responsible for his actions. He'd want to kiss him, undress him, touch 
him, taste him, make love to him. He did want it. He couldn't imagine not 
wanting it. It was as if years of a vague, indefinable feeling had
coalesced 
into one very clear emotion: love. He was in love with Ray and very, very 
attracted to him. 
   To realise and admit it was a revelation to him. But of course he had
no 
idea if Ray loved him. For all he knew Ray had a lover he hadn't told him 
about, although he didn't think so. He knew his first order of business
was 
to find out how Ray felt. 
   As Fraser got out of the shower and got ready for bed, he made his 
decision. He would ask Ray about the tapes and proceed from there. 

Ray was due back from the conference the next afternoon, late. So until
then 
Fraser busied himself with his usual: walking Dief, reading... He found
the 
tapes Ray had actually been referring to and watched a couple of action 
movies. While the plots were simplistic and the acting not terribly good,
he 
did find them entertaining. 
   He was still watching one when the doobell rang. It was Ray. 
   "Hey, Benny." 
   Fraser smiled his sunniest smile; he couldn't help himself. "Evening, 
Ray." 
   Ray sauntered in, threw his bags down in the hallway, went into the 
lounge and collapsed on the couch. "Why didn't you answer the phone last 
night?" 
   "Must have fallen asleep," Fraser said. 
   "Yeah, I thought you'd be asleep." Ray didn't explain his reason for 
calling. 
   "You look tired. Want some coffee?" 
   "Please." 
   Fraser went into the kitchen to make it, but he could still hear Ray as

he talked really loud to compensate. 
   "Ya know, Benny, that conference was worth it. I spent quite a few
hours 
on the beach. You should *see* some of these girls! The skimpiest bikinis 
you've ever seen! And it must be like illegal to be in bad shape. On these

beaches I only saw goddesses." Ray went on like that for a bit, but then
he 
felt a presence and stopped, to find Fraser standing in the doorway
holding 
his coffee. "Benny?" Benny looked rather... strange. 
   Fraser came in, put the coffee down and sat down opposite his friend. 
"Ray, can I ask you something?" 
   Ray sipped the coffee; it was good. "Sure, Benny." 
   How to begin? Insist he hadn't been prying? No, Ray would know that. 
Explain his misunderstanding? No, Ray would know that as well. Best just
to 
say it. "I saw your tapes, Ray." 
   "Yeah, I noticed the box out. You like the 'Die Hard' movies?" 
   "No, not those. The ones upstairs. In your bedroom." 
   Ray choked on his coffee and had to set it down. "You looked at the
tapes 
*upstairs*?" 
   "It was a misunderstanding. You said..." 
   "Yeah, yeah, I'm sure it was, Benny." Ray just stared at him, not sure 
what to say. "Did you actually watch any?" 
   Fraser blushed crimson. "Yes, Ray." 
   Ray leaned his head on the back of the couch. "Oh G-d." 
   "I'm sorry, Ray..." 
   "I never meant for you to find out," Ray said. 
   Maybe if he hadn't wanted Ray so badly, Fraser would have let it go at 
that, made some excuse and carried on as if nothing happened. But now he 
couldn't. If there was even a chance, he had to take it. "Find out what, 
Ray?" 
   "I would think those movies would be a dead giveaway, Benny." 
   "They could be evidence in a case, or anything..." He had to give Ray a

way out. Maybe Ray *didn't* want him. Despite this he knew that Ray didn't

take the easy way out of things. If anything, he went out of his way to
make 
life difficult for himself. 
   "Benny." Ray looked at him now, pain in his eyes. "You know they're not

evidence." 
   "I know." 
   "I don't really like women." 
   "Ah." 
   "'Ah'? Don't give me 'ah', Fraser! You can't understand this, okay? 
That's why I didn't tell you. I didn't want you to be wary of me, waiting 
for me to make some move on you. I wouldn't do that, Benny. I might be gay

but that doesn't mean I'm attracted to you, okay?" Ray was startled when 
Benny appeared... disappointed at that revelation. 
   "So you're not attracted to me?" 
   "What the hell kind of a question is that, Benny? I know the entire 
female population of Chicago is attracted to you, but that doesn't mean I 
have to be, too!" 
   "I understand that, but I would still like to know." Fraser said it 
calmly, covering his desperation. He *needed* to know. 
   Ray picked up his coffee and drank a little more, then sat back. "Yeah.

Okay? Yeah, I am attracted to you. But that doesn't mean..." He stopped at

the dazzling smile which came onto his Mountie's face. "Benny?" 
   "Ray, I..." He took a deep breath. "Are you seeing anyone? A man, I 
mean?" 
   Ray frowned at the apparent shift in gears. "What?" 
   "Well, are you?" 
   "No, Benny. This is a recent thing." It was a recent thing. He'd been 
shocked to discover that he loved and wanted his best friend, but it had 
made him realise things about himself that he would never have dared admit

before. 
   "Ray, I love you." Fraser had to say it, now before he said anything 
else. He'd never said it to Victoria, and that had been a mistake. He'd 
loved her and never told her. He wouldn't make that mistake again. 
   Ray looked completely nonplussed. "What?" 
   "I love you," Fraser repeated. "I was aroused by those films, and by
the 
thought that you had watched them. Last night... I realised that... I'm 
attracted to you, too. I want you." Fraser blushed bright red again,
unable 
to look Ray in the eye. 
   He didn't need to. Ray was off the couch and kneeling in front of him
in 
half a second. Fraser lifted his eyes to meet Ray's deep green ones, even
as 
his friend spoke. "Benny." A hand came up and traced his cheek, then his 
lips. "I've always loved you." Ray judged that now was not the time to
tell 
Benny about how he had discovered the truth about himself. No, that could 
wait. "And I want you real bad." He smiled up into Fraser's clear blue
eyes. 
   Fraser slid off the chair to kneel in front of Ray. "You do?" He
sounded 
shy, yet... desperate. 
   "Yeah, Benny," Ray said, and touched his lips to Fraser's. 
   If he had expected Benny to be shy about this, he was mistaken. Benny 
dived right in with both feet, opening his mouth and kissing Ray for all
he 
was worth. His arms came around Ray and pulled him against his body even
as 
his tongue sought Ray's and tasted him. 
   When Benny crushed him to him, Ray was delighted and aroused to find
that 
Benny was hard; that Benny really did want him. Ray wriggled his hips 
against Benny, letting him feel that they shared this predicament. 
   Fraser broke away, gasping. 
   "What is it, Benny?" 
   "I want you, Ray. I need you. Please." He wasn't sure what he was
asking 
for, he just knew he had to ask. 
   Ray drew back a little. "What do you want, Benny?" 
   "I don't know. You." He pushed himself against Ray again, wanting the 
contact, wanting Ray. 
  

   Ray took that as confirmation that Benny wanted whatever he could get.
He 
moved his hands to the front of Benny's jeans and unbuttoned them, feeling

Fraser grip his shoulders to keep his balance even as he tugged the jeans 
down and yanked the boxer shorts down after them. 
   He looked down at the evidence of Benny's desire, and felt his face 
flush. Benny's erection was as beautiful as the rest of him, but then Ray 
had known it would be. He touched Benny with just his fingertips, and
Benny 
surged forwards, making both of them overbalance and land on the floor. 
   Ray moved out from under Fraser to lie next to him, then resumed his 
tactile exploration of Benny's most intimate organ. He lifted himself up 
slightly and smiled with happiness at the sight of Benny: flushed, eyes 
closed, in desperate need. He curled his hand around Benny now, and began
to 
pump him slowly, all the while keeping his eyes on that beautiful face. 
   Fraser's eyes snapped open. "Ray, please!" 
   "Please what, Benny?" 
   "Kiss me." 
   Ray leaned down and did as he was told, speeding his movements up at
the 
same time. Fraser kissed him like he was the only thing in the universe, 
thrusting upwards into his hand at last, seeking orgasm, seeking it
through 
the man he loved. 
   When Fraser came, his cries were muffled by Ray's mouth, and Ray 
continued to kiss him as he shuddered beneath him, spilling his seed onto 
himself and Ray's hand. 
   Ray lay there next to Fraser and just waited. That had been so
beautiful. 
*Benny* was beautiful. Their love for each other was beautiful. He waited 
for Benny to make the next move. 
   After a little while, Fraser moved, leaning on one elbow and looking
down 
at Ray in wonder. "I love you," he said again. "Thank you." 
   Ray just grinned happily. "I love you, Benny." 
   The warmth in those blue eyes could have melted all the ice in 
Antarctica. "What do you want, Ray?" 
   Although he had those movies and had read books on the subject, Ray had

never done anything more intimate than this with another man. He hadn't 
wanted to take unnecessary risks, of any kind. "Whatever you like, Benny. 
Whatever you like." 
   Fraser ran his tongue along his bottom lip: a sure sign that he was 
nervous. "What would you like to do, Ray?" His tone was both tentative and

expectant. 
   Ray realised what Fraser was asking. He wasn't actually asking what Ray

wanted to do; he was asking if Ray wanted to make love to him. Ray kissed 
him to stall for time, aware that stalling probably wasn't the best idea
in 
his condition. Oh, he did want to make love to Benny, oh yes. But he'd
never 
done it before, and he was certain Benny hadn't. "I want to make love to 
you," he finally said. "But I don't think we should do it now..." 
   "I want you to make love to me," Benny said, snaking one hand down 
between them and touching Ray through his pants, feeling Ray surge
upwards, 
towards him. 
   "Benny, I've never done this. What if something goes wrong? I don't
have 
any..." He was silenced by Benny's mouth, almost coming undone when
Benny's 
tongue invaded his mouth... But then Benny pulled back a little. 
   "You'd never hurt me, Ray. And there is never going to be any kind of 
barrier between you and me." 
   That thought made Ray, impossible as it seemed, even harder. "You mean 
that, Benny?" 
   Fraser, having made his decision, sat up, smiling down at Ray. "Of
course 
I do." 
   Ray sat up, and they stood together. "Yeah, I know. Mounties don't
lie." 
He got in another quick kiss before Fraser could start lecturing him about

the RCMP. They walked up the stairs together. 

Fraser sat, naked, on Ray's bed, this time feeling as though it was right
to 
be here, right to *enjoy* sitting here, while Ray rummaged through the 
bathroom for something suitable. 
   "Here ya go." Ray tossed the bath-oil to Fraser and began to take off
his 
own clothes, stopping and staring at the image before him. "G-d, Benny,
you 
look so good sitting there, waiting..." He couldn't finish the sentence.
He 
was having trouble with his pants; touching himself anywhere near his, er,

affected area only served to remind him of the desperation they were both 
feeling. But finally he got the pants and underwear off, and he stood
there, 
naked, in front of Benny. 
   Fraser, emboldened by their equally naked states, flipped the cap of
the 
oil open, and whispered, "Come here, Ray." 
   Ray stepped forward, and Fraser anointed him with the rose-scented oil,

his touch as light as possible - he didn't want this to be over before it 
had begun. 
   Frannie was going to kill them if she ever found out what they'd used 
her bath-oil for... The thought amused Ray. "Turn over and lie down,
Benny." 
   Fraser complied, lying face-down and spreading his legs as wide as 
possible, waiting. He wanted this; knew now that he'd wanted it from the 
minute he'd seen that first movie and realised its implications. He wanted

Ray to possess him, to be with him, to claim him as his own. He knew that
he 
would get to possess Ray in the same way soon... It would be beautiful. 
   Ray knew he had to go slowly and carefully, to try and make this as 
painless as possible. He let the oil dribble all along Benny's beautiful 
buttocks, into the cleft, and then he helped it along. First he breached 
Benny's body with one finger, taking as much time as he dared, then with 
another... But his own body's needs began to telegraph themselves the
closer 
he got to his goal of preparing Benny as thoroughly as possible. Another 
finger... and Benny writhed under him. "Now, Ray. Do it, please!" 
   He had no choice. Ray moved up against Benny, fitting himself into 
Benny's body as carefully as he could, a little at a time. 
   Fraser lay there, the finality of it assaulting him. Ray was actually 
making love to him! And it did hurt, but not as much as he'd thought it 
would. And soon the hurt was counterbalanced by an intense pleasure, made 
even more intense when Ray's erection touched that small gland inside
him... 
Fraser moved with Ray, grinding his own erection into the bedsheet,
finally 
managing to wedge one hand underneath himself, to provide enough
stimulation 
on this side as well. 
   They both wanted the pleasure to go on forever, and Ray tried to take
his 
time, moving as slowly as he dared, letting Benny get used to the
sensation 
of having someone inside him. But all too soon it was not enough, and Ray 
braced himself on either side of Benny, moving now more on instinct, with 
more purpose, more need. 
   Fraser sensed the change, and touched himself more strongly, too,
wanting 
to come with Ray. And there it was: he felt, heard, assimilated Ray's moan

of completion as Ray came inside him, long and hard. That was enough to
push 
Fraser over, and he ground his mouth closed as he came, his face buried in

Ray's pillow. 
   Ray had managed to keep his weight mostly off Benny, and now he slowly 
lowered himself to lie along Benny's back, nestling his cheek in the space

between Benny's shoulder blades. 
   After long moments, he managed to speak. "You okay, Benny?" 
   "I love you, Ray." 
   It was enough of an answer. 

Fraser woke up in the early hours of Monday morning, all tangled together 
with Ray. That had been the most profound night of his life. He loved Ray,

and Ray loved him. And it was all thanks to those x-rated films... films 
which still sat on top of Ray's VCR. Fraser had an idea. 
   Ray thought he heard voices, then panicked as he woke up more fully and

realised he wasn't holding onto Benny anymore. He lifted his head, only to

find Benny staring at him as he sat propped up against the headboard.
Benny 
was wearing the happiest smile he'd ever seen. "Benny? What time is it?" 
   "It's 4:30am, Ray." 
   "Why are you awake?" 
   "I don't know. I just woke up, and I thought... I could use a little 
entertainment." He indicated with his left hand. 
   Ray struggled to lift his head, but he finally made it. Benny was 
indicating the TV. Which was showing a particularly graphic scene of two
men 
doing... a variation of what he and Benny had been doing earlier. Although

the guys on the screen had really annoying music to do it to. Ray had
always 
thought, if you were going to have sex to music, you should choose 
something... hotter. He realised his thoughts were wandering, and grinned.

"Looking for inspiration, Benny?" 
   Fraser grinned. "*You're* my inspiration." He looked at the screen
again, 
and his face took on the Mountie Lecture look. "You know, Ray, if you look

at these films critically, they're not very accurate." 
   Ray had managed to extricate himself from under the duvet and now he
put 
some pillows behind his head and sat up a little, all the better to see
the 
screen from his new position. "Huh?" He was still concentrating on getting

comfortable. 
   "Every time they do - well, that - they use a condom. But it
mysteriously 
appears just at the," Fraser blushed; he couldn't help himself, "crucial 
moment, and disappears again afterwards. And I haven't seen any... you 
know... lubricant." 
   That blush made Benny look sooo innocent. "Movies are far removed from 
real life, Benny. We should know. How many cop shows have we seen that are

truly realistic?" 
   Fraser's attention was still on the TV, where a porn actor of obviously

majority age was dressed in a school uniform (well, the *top* half of a 
school uniform) and having, er, sexual intercourse with another actor who 
was obviously supposed to be a football player. "I think I see your point,

Ray," he said, never turning his head from the TV. "I don't think that
actor 
could pass for seventeen or eighteen, do you?" He didn't wait for an
answer. 
"And who would do - well, that - on a desk that squeaks so much? They
didn't 
even lock the door. Anyone could walk in and find them." 
   Ray burst out laughing. It was certainly a new experience to watch
these 
movies with Benny. 
   Benny, however, didn't see why Ray was laughing. "Some cop shows try
for 
realism, Ray, but here they aren't even trying. Not to mention that movie
I 
watched yesterday. Who would lie on top of a tractor? It makes no sense to

me." 
   Ray moved up next to Fraser and put his arms around him, leaning his
chin 
on one gorgeous bare shoulder. "But does it turn you on, Benny?" He kissed

Fraser's neck even as Fraser flushed even more visibly. 
   "Yes." Fraser sounded bewildered at that. 
   "So it doesn't need to be realistic, does it?" 
   "That's silly, Ray..." Fraser began, but Ray kissed him to shut him up.

   "Well, how about we watch more of these and you can gimme the Mountie 
Review of each one?" 
   Fraser had never before considered that watching such movies together 
might be an erotic experience, but he was finding it so. He still thought 
that the movies could be more realistic, but he kept from telling this to 
Ray. 
   Ray squeezed him tightly. "G-d, Benny, you turn me on. But we both have

to work tomorrow, y'know." He pulled the pillows straight and coaxed Benny

to lie down with him. "Let's get some sleep, okay?" 
   Fraser fumbled with the remote and turned off the TV. "All right, Ray."

   "And tomorrow after work, what say we go back to your place and try
what 
those guys were doing in that locker room scene?" 
   "It looked rather... uncomfortable," Fraser said uncertainly. 
   "We'll make some modifications," Ray laughed. 
   "Very well, Ray." Fraser snuggled up to the man he loved and went to
sleep. 

                                THE END