GOIN' TO THE CHAPEL	 *DREAMS #9:*
 *GOIN' TO THE CHAPEL*
 
 *By GILDA LILY*
 
 Well, here's another installment. Any comments can be made to
 jeanniemarie@sprintmail.com.
 Rated NC-17 for m/m and f/f sex.
 (c) May 30, 1998 The *real* Memorial Day. Happy Birthday, Sis!
 
 *I*
 *THE MORNING OF...* 
 
 *"Argh!"
 
 Ray groaned as the alarm clock going off in Frannie's room
 penetrated his consciousness. He curled up on his side but could hear
 the chatter of his mother and sisters and the sound of their feet
 running up and down the hall. He could hear the shower start running
 and put a pillow over his head.
 
 Half an hour later he gave up getting any more sleep. he missed
 Benny, for one thing, and there *was* a lot to do before the wedding at
 10 A.M. at St. Michael's.
 
 He yawned and kicked off the covers. Time to face a Vecchio
 household in the throes of wedding fever. He graoned again and rolled
 out of bed, staggering over to the window. Peeking out between the
 curtains, he was happy to see that it was a bright, sunny day.
 
 He yawned again and scratched his chest, then pulled on a robe
 to cover his nudity and schlumped down the hall, nearly bowled over by a
 speeding Maria.
 
 "Watch it, Ray!"
 
 "*Me* watch it? *You* almost knocked *me* over!" Ray was wide
 awake now. Indignation did that to him.
 
 "Comin' through!" yelled Frannie as she nearly knocked Ray over
 from the opposite direction and disappeared into the bathroom, shutting
 the door.
 
 "Hey! I need to get in there!" Ray shouted as he pounded on the
 door. "I need to shower before I get dressed!"
 
 "Ha!"
 
 "Frannie, if I don't, you ain't gonna have a best man!"
 
 The door was flung open and Frannie stalked out, lower lip stuck
 out in a pout. "Hurry up," she snapped.
 
 Ray dove in and shut the door behind him. Whistling cheerfully,
 he stripped and turned on the water. After it was the desired
 temperature, he stepped into the tub and pulled the curtain behind him.
 
 Soaping his body, he began to daydream of Benny. His luscious
 partner was going to be in full drag today as the maid of honor. He
 would look sensational in his pink silk.
 
 "Ah, Benny," he sighed, taking hold of his penis and pleasuring
 himself, sagging against the wall as he spurted, the semen joining the
 water as it sluiced down the drain.
 
 "Hey!" he called as he heard the door open and his sisters
 enter. "How about a little privacy here?"
 
 "Yeah, yeah," they said, and blithely went on brushing their
 teeth and looking in the medicine cabinet for aspirin.
 
 "Oh, please, Frannie, don't tell me you're gonna hand Elaine
 that 'I got a headache' routine for the wedding night."
 
 "Wouldn't *you* like to know!"
 
 Ray felt a little nervous, then decided that in this dream, him
 standing naked behind the shower curtain with his two sisters in the
 bathroom really meant nothing at all. Actually, he had a sense of *deja
 vu* about it. Everyone seemed to go naked whenthey felt like it in his
 subconscious, so why not him?
 
 He stepped out from the shower, casually reaching for a towel.
 Neither sister even blinked. He stood behind Frannie, checking himself
 out in the mirror and gently nudged her aside to brush his teeth. Maria
 and Frannie chattered away, Frannie giggling as Maria said, "My, won't
 Elaine appreciate what she's got!" Maria patted her sister's buttock.
 
 Ray snorted. "More likely she'll run right out the door! Ow! 
 Hey!"
 
 Ray rubbed his ribs, certain a bruise was already forming. He
 glared at Maria, who wagged her hairbrush at him.
 
 Ray left the steamy bathroom filled with giggling sisters and
 dressed. He looked at the clock on his nightstand and poked his head
 out the door of his room. "Hey, Frannie, get a move on! The
 photographer's gonna be here! And the limo!"
 
 "Yeah, yeah!"
 
 He rolled his eyes. Sisters!*
 
 *II*
 
 *Benny awoke and blinked, his hand automatically reaching out for
 Ray, but the Italian was not there. Then he remembered that they had
 decided to sleep apart last night so that Benny could be spared the
 Vecchio madness on the morning of a wedding.
 
 He said good morning to Dief and took his time eating breakfast and
 getting dressed. He was very careful with the pink gown he had to wear,
 applying make-up and donning his red wig. He was scheduled to go over
 to Elaine's apartment and help her get dressed.
 
 He and Dief took a cab to the appointed place and rang the doorbell
 of Apartment 6E. Elaine opened it, looking charmingly flustered. She
 grabbed a pink-clad arm and yanked Benny inside, Dief following.
 
 "Fraser! Thank the stars! I need help!"
 
 "That's what I'm here for, Elaine."
 
 Benny managed to calm the nervous woman down, slightly amused at
 her jumpiness. Elaine had always been the picture of serenity, but
 perhaps weddings just did that to people. He felt a slight pang as he
 thought of a wedding that he could share with Ray, but even in this
 dreamworld, Ray seemed resistant to the idea.
 
 Adriana and Celeste showed up, and soon the apartment was filled
 with female chatter as they helped Elaine get ready.
 
 "Thanks for helping me, guys," Elaine said, looking at her
 reflection in the mirror.
 
 "You're welcome, Elaine. You look lovely," Benny said, and the
 other bridesmaids seconded it.
 
 She was clad in her white gown, the diaphonous folds falling like
 clouds around her. Her hair was long and flowing down her back, and the
 white veil was held in place by a crystal crown that glittered in the
 light. She wore a white heart charm on her necklace, the simplicity
 suiting her.
 
 "Francesca will be very pleased," Benny pronounced, and he gave his
 friend a hug, which she returned wholeheartedly.
 
 "Well, it's off to the see the Wizard," she said with a smile, and
 there was a flurry of activity as the bouquet and gloves were grabbed
 and Dief yipped his approval. Everyone piled into Adriana's car, and
 they were off to the church.
 
 *III*
 *AT THE CHAPEL*
 
 *St. Michael's was done up grandly for this wedding, streams of
 white bows entwined around the iron railings going up the front steps,
 and there were yellow-and-white balloons floating lazily in the air,
 tied to the shrubbery landscaping the church.
 
 Excitement was in the air, as bubbly as the balloons bouncing in
 the breeze, and it was fun to go up the steps with the bridesmaids,
 their silk skirts whispering against stone. Benny peeked through the
 slit between the vestibule doors and saw a radiant Frannie waiting with
 Ray at the altar. The organist began to play, and the doors opened
 while the guests rose in the pews.
 
 The ushers came forward and escorted the bridesmaids down the
 aisle, then Benny started his walk down, unescorted as tradition
 demanded. He smiled at Ray, who looked positively good enough to eat,
 and Benny took his place and smiled at Frannie, who smiled back before
 she eagerly turned her attention to the end of the aisle.
 
 The wedding march began to play, and Elaine walked down the aisle
 on her father's arm, looking so beautiful that it was little wonder that
 Frannie appeared transfixed. The Italian woman was clad in white, also,
 the pearls on her skirt arranged in star-and-flower-shaped patterns.
 She wore a string of pearls around her throat, and the crown on her head
 glittered and quivered as she nodded her head slightly. She was going
 to enjoy this.
 
 Benny watched the wedding's proceedings with interest. It seemed
 like a typical Italian Catholic wedding, though there was a minister
 present as well, Elaine being Protestant. The beautiful bride and groom
 were so deeply in love that Benny felt a happy smile cross his face. He
 delicately pushed his red hair back off his shoulders, strawberry
 strands slipping back to frame his lovely face.
 
 "Do you, Elaine, take this woman to be your lawful wedded
 husband?"
 
 As the vows were spoken, Ray thought back to a day a week ago at
 the Precinct:
 * * * * * *
 "Yes, my new name is Elaine Besbriss-Vecchio. I've got to go down
 to the DMV and get it changed. And my Social Security, insurance,
 and..."
 
 When she got off the phone, Ray asked, "You're taking Frannie's
 name?"
 
 "Sure. It's tradition. The youngest member of the team takes the
 older one's surname. Of course, I could just take Vecchio, or even
 retain my old name if I wanted, but I *like* the idea of
 Besbriss-Vecchio. I can answer to either one now."
 
 Green eyes widened as this explanation was given, and Ray began to
 grin. "Benton Fraser-Vecchio. Sounds nice."
 
 * * * * * *
 And now the last of the traditional words were spoken, and then
 Father Behan said, "You may kiss the bride."
 
 Frannie did just that, and the two newlyweds nearly danced down
 the aisle as congratulations were thrown their way. Benny and Ray
 followed them as best man and maid of honor, and Ray marveled at the
 chasteness of the ceremony. However, the reception was yet to come!
 
 *IV*
 *STRAWBERRY*
 
 *The brides and their best man and maid of honor toasted the
 newlyweds' happiness in the limousine that drove them to the reception.
 Benny only took a sip of the champagne and demurely brushed his hair
 back.
 
 The limousine parked outside THE STRAWBERRY INN. Built in the
 1750s, the old inn was utterly charming. It was gaily decorated in
 white ribbons and yellow roses for the reception, and they all piled out
 of the car, Benny and Ray helping the brides with their gowns. They had
 taken pictures on an old bridge over a stream for the wedding photos,
 and now the guests were ready to party after an hour of waiting and hors
 d'oeuvres.
 
 Cheers went up as the Besbriss-Vecchio couple were introduced, and
 the meal was served as Rosa beamed her approval. She gave Ray a look
 and he flushed red. Leave it to his Ma to make him feel guilty even in
 his dreams!
 
 After appetites had been sated, Ray stood and raised his
 wineglass. "Today's been a lovely day, and it promises to continue to be
 one." He smiled affectionately at his sister and her bride. "Elaine, I
 find it a wonderful thing for you to become a member of our family now.
 You are a sweet, loving woman who has done my sister proud. You are a
 good friend and a wise woman, and we salute you."
 
 "Here, here!" Glasses were clinked and Elaine smiled serenely.
 
 "Now, Frannie..." Laughter went up at his cocked eyebrow. "You're
 my sister, and I love you, and Elaine, hold on, because you've got a
 wild ride coming!" More laughter, and Frannie joined in as she clinked
 her glass with Elaine's.
 
 "To both of you...much happiness in your married life, and may it
 be many, many years of joy."
 
 Ray swallowed his wine and felt tears prickle his eyes. He saw
 how Elaine and Frannie glowed, and he looked at Benny, a picture of
 strawberry-red beauty. What would he look as a bride? Ah, the stuff
 dreams were made of!
 
 After the meal, the dancing started, and after Elaine and Frannie
 took their whirl around the dance floor, Benny and Ray joined them. As
 they turned and whirled, Ray grinned. "Enjoying yourself, Benny?"
 
 For a moment, Benny looked wistful, then he said, "Oh, very much,
 Ray. Though I must admit, it seems rather strange..."
 
 "...that no one's havin' sex out in the open?" Ray eyed a
 straight couple at one of the tables. "Give it time, Benny-love. Give
 it time."
 
 And the bawdiness began. Elaine threw her bouquet and Louise St.
 Laurent caught it, and then the blushing bride sat on a chair while
 Frannie slipped her hands up and slid her blue garter down, cheers and
 catcalls filling the room. Then Frannie threw the garter, and it sailed
 toward...Thatcher! The Mountie caught it, easily elbowing her nearest
 rival, and she looked at Louise with a gleam in her eye. Louise's chest
 heaved and she sat in the chair vacated by Elaine, crossing her shapely
 legs as her skirt hiked up.
 
 Thatcher approached, the orchestra playing the classic bump 'n'
 grind, and she knelt on one knee, sliding the garter up, up, up...
 
 Louise groaned as Thatcher's hand disappeared under her skirt.
 Her chest heaved again, and Thatcher watched her with a smile on her
 face. Her hand stayed under the skirt.
 
 There was more dancing, and through it all Thatcher and Louise
 stayed in the center of the floor, and Thatcher's hand didn't reappear,
 and Louise moaned and thrust and squeezed her eyes shut, clutching the
 bouquet and shaking it so hard, a few petals fell off.
 
 Ray grinned and led Benny out to the garden in back of the inn.
 They strolled the grounds, flowers in full bloom. They stopped at a
 bench under a rose-covered trellis. Hands entwined, they sat on the
 bench.
 
 Ray cupped Benny's jaw, and his eyes glowed greenly. Their kiss
 was sweet and lingering, and Ray's hand stroked Benny's chest, amused at
 the curvature there. He rested his hand on the redhead's lap, feeling
 his lover's reaction quite plainly.
 
 Benny opened Ray's shirt and stroked the hairiness there, fingers
 brushing his nipples. Gasping, Ray thrust his hips forward, Benny
 stroking his hardness. Ray's tongue slid into Benny's mouth, sucking
 sweetly, and then his fingers entangled into strawberry-red strands.
 
 "Mmm," Benny breathed, his back arching as he gasped, Ray's hand
 busy between his legs.
 
 "Love you," Ray murmured, gently sliding Benny down to the ground
 and burrowing under his skirt. It was delightfully hot under the pink
 silk, and rubbed his cheek against Benny's panties. The bulge was
 giving off heat that brought a smile to his face. He peeled down the
 fabric, his tongue licking the underside of the swollen shaft. Benny
 whimpered, flailing as he had nothing to hold onto as Ray teased him.
 
 "*Please*, Ray!" he groaned, and then Ray stroked his buttocks,
 the lace of the panties tickling his fingers. He flung the skirt up and
 unbuttoned his pants, gently preparing Benny with the tube of K-Y he
 always carried in this dream. Benny's eyes were closed and he groaned
 deeply as Ray thrust in, his eyelashes fluttering as he was utterly
 possessed, his man taking him as a man should. Long, deep strokes
 penetrated to his very core, and he cried out as the hardness rammed in
 an out, sweet possession taking over every inch of his body.
 
 Ray came, scalding him, and he came, too, and they panted in the
 garden, the wind blowing Benny's long hair and the music of the
 reception carrying on the wind.
 
 "Ray," Benny croaked, holding up his arms, and Ray slid out of
 him and into his arms, and the perfume of the roses was sweet indeed.*
 
 
 *And if you think this is The End,
 you haven't been reading this series
 very long!* :)
 
 
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