Creamy Italian    

 *CREAMY ITALIAN* *By GILDA LILY* 

 I'm back at it! This story is the next in the DREAM? series. It started
with "STANDING GUARD FOR THEE" and continued with "ON THE RIVIERA", "DREAM
MEN" and "DREAMY ITALIAN". All are now on the DS Archive and it is
recommended that you read them first to make sense of this one. Then
again, even if you *have* been following the series, maybe it *still*
won't make sense! :) 

 A big *THANK YOU KINDLY* to everyone who has commented on this series and
my other one, and various other stories and poems. If I haven't replied to
you, it is only because I've been gifted with so many LOCs! Since my
e-mail access is at work instead of home, I simply do not have the time to
answer everybody, but rest assured, all your comments are *very* much
appreciated! And when I get set up at home (hopefully this summer), WATCH
OUT! 

 I couldn't help it. I just *had* to use the title! Must have been karma.
The day I wrote this (twenty minutes, tops) I wound up with creamy Italian
dressing on my salad! :) 

  Rated LMPANSPL for Lots More Pure (And Not-So-Pure) Lust and R for m/m
sex. 

 Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, but I'd treat 'em a lot better
than Alliance. Otters to the idiot who made the decision that Season 3
*doesn't* need Ray! 

 (c) May 9, 1997 

 Ray simply gaped. He was lying in Benny's bed, the cold touch of his
mother's homemade creamy Italian dressing pooling on his chest. His lover
stood above him, a dark shadow backlit by the moon. He was holding the
bottle and licking his fingers. 

 "Mmm, I've always loved your mother's homemade dressing, Ray." 

 The dressing began to slide down Ray's sternum toward his navel and
lower... 

 "Uh, Benny, are you sure you didn't sneak some amaretto or something this
evening?" 

 "Why, Ray," Benny replied in a breathy voice. "Are you saying you don't
*like* it when I do something unexpected?" 

 "Well, no, I...uh!" 

 More dressing was poured onto his chest, Benny kneeling beside the bed
and nuzzling his lover's ear. His tongue began to lap up the liquid, Ray
making a strangled noise as the velvety warmth brushed lightly over his
nipples. Benny kept making satisfied noises as he tasted Ray and dressing.


 The Canadian lifted his head. His eyes seemed to glow in the darkness. 

 "You taste divine." 

 Ray's eyes grew into big green saucers. 

 Benny bent back to his tasting, lapping up the dressing as swirled his
tongue around the hairy chest, then slid it down Ray's sternum and dipped
into his navel. Ray moaned and clutched his lover's broad shoulder, his
legs shifting as Benny began licking at his hips, teasing touches along
the bones and down to softer flesh, combing his tongue through wiry
hair... 

 "Oh, Benny! *Please*!" 

 Benny lifted his head again. "Please?" 

 "Yeah," Ray gasped. "Don't tease." 

 Benny chuckled softly and then poured a small bit of dressing between
Ray's legs. Ray gasped again and tightened his grip on his partner's
shoulder. There'd probably be a bruise tomorrow. 

 "I must get you clean, Ray." 

 And Benny ran his tongue along every inch of Ray' penis, tasting the long
shaft and velvety head, then sliding under to caress the balls and
suckling each one, little moans of satisfied delight escaping his lips.
Ray was going out of his mind with sensation, his head thrown back and his
eyes tightly closed. He opened them and looked down, and the sight of
Benny limned in moonlight, his eyes closed and his mouth wrapped around a
sac just too much. He came in a delicious spurt, Benny enjoying the taste
of dressing and Ray. 

 Benny released the delectable tidbit and kissed his way up to Ray's
shoulders, then gently rolled him over and the Italian shuddered as
dressing was poured onto his back and allowed to slide down his spine,
gently teasing its way between his buttocks and trickling down his thighs.
He groaned at the feel of it, and Benny began his tasting again, starting
at the tip of Ray's spine and reaching the creamy buttocks. His tongue
slid down between them, probing for every drop of oil, and Ray nearly
sobbed at the sensations. Benny lapped at his thighs, then applied oil to
his own cock, nudging it against Ray's opening, the dressing making his
passage remarkably smooth. Ray gasped and clutched the pillow as Benny
slid in and out, crooning Italian endearments and massaging his shoulders.
Pleasure rippled through Ray, and he felt himself begin to burst like a
sunny flower, petals opening and spilling into the sun, and he was lying
in a green meadow, exhausted but happy. 

 Benny nestled on top of him and wrapped him in his strong arms. Ray 

 could '*feel*' his smile. 

 After a few moments of contented silence, Benny whispered, "Ray." 

 "Yes, Benny?" 

 "I think this is one time I prefer you *with* dressing rather than
without." 

 "Ben...ny!" 

 *NOT THE END* (Can't help myself!) 

 *Mama Vecchio was right. Her dressing *does* do wonders for the sex
drive! :) * 

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