Disclaimer: They aren't mine   

Disclaimer: They aren't mine. I reserve the right to take them and do
wonderfully delightful things to their bodies. They've never complained,
and I don't expect them to start. <eg> 

Rated: NC-17 (Oh yeah, I'm really liking writing this stuff!) 

Notes: This is a continuation of my series 'Love in Strange Places'. The
boys really like to do it in public places. What can I say? They're
animals! Possible spoilers for Ladies Man. The Whispering Gallery is a
real exhibit at the Museum of Science and Industry. Not beta'd. Scenes
from a Museum By: Lori J (lojojan@worldnet.att.net)  

  

"Wow, Fraser. Look at this!" Ray sounded just like a little kid and he
dragged his partner from exhibit to exhibit. 

Ben Fraser smiled widely. Going to the Museum of Science and Industry had
been a good idea indeed. It wasn't often that Ray Kowalski out and out
asked his lover for much. He usually went along with anything Fraser
suggested. So when Ray had shyly mentioned that he wanted to go to the
museum, his lover was quick to agree.  

Ben remembered how animated the detective had been as he named some of the
exhibits. It was good to see Ray happy again. The blond had been depressed
since the Beth Botrelle case. Ray believed he had almost killed an
innocent woman and Ben had worked hard to convince him otherwise. The
progress has been slow, but his Ray was slowly coming back. 

"Fra-ser! C'mon!" Ray tugged on his friend's arm again.  

"You know, Ray, if I didn't know better, I'd say you were whining." Ben
schooled his features into an expressionless mask. 

Glancing around to make sure no one was watching, Ray darted forward and
pressed a kiss to Ben's lips. "I never whine. Now, c'mon. I wanna show ya
this really cool exhibit. It's been here since I was a kid. Called the
Whispering Gallery. You'll love it." With that, he threaded his arm
through the Mountie's and began pulling him forward. 

Fraser was stunned. Ray had kissed him in public. Granted, both men had
taken a weekday off to ensure the museum wouldn't be too busy, but there
were still people around. Ben felt a warm glow spread through him. He
loved Ray so much. So much that it hurt at times. To see his lover in any
type of pain made his heart ache. Fraser had worked hard to get Ray's
self-esteem built up over the past year. He constantly reassured the
smaller man that he was wanted, needed, and above all, loved. 

Allowing himself to be towed, Ben studied the slender blond closely. When
he had first met Ray, he had been shocked at how underweight the detective
was. There were shadows under those expressive blue eyes and the normally
golden skin was pale. Fraser had immediately made it his mission to heal
the fractures inside this man. Fractures caused by an uncaring and
unfeeling person. He suspected Stella Kowalski was responsible for all
this damage and if given the chance, Ben would make her pay for it. Stella
obviously didn't realize what a beautiful and caring person Ray was. Her
loss. "...my gain."  

Ray glanced back at his lover. "You say somethin', Ben?"  

"I was just saying how beautiful you are, Ray." Ben watched as the
detective flushed a dusky rose color. He loved to compliment Ray.  

The blonde ducked his head. "Aww, Fraser. Toldja not ta say stuff like
that." This reaction was much improved; Ray used to get very angry and
defensive.  

Ben drew Ray closer and caressed his cheek. The blond leaned into the
touch, closing his eyes momentarily. "You are, Ray. And I will keep saying
'stuff' like that until I have you convinced." He looked deep into the
smaller man's eyes, "I love you, Ray. Now and forever. That will never
change." 

A beatific smile slowly spread across Ray's face. "I love you too, Ben.
Now what say we check out the Whispering Gallery? There's something I want
to show ya." 

"As you wish." Ben felt his jeans get a little tighter when he saw that
smile. Good thing he had worn his looser pair. His lover on the other
hand, wore the tightest jeans possible, showing off his lean body.  

The Whispering Gallery was a demonstration of sound wave communication
using parabolic dishes. A person simply stood at one dish and whispered.
The person standing at the other dish would hear them as though they were
standing right beside each other. Ray positioned Ben at one end of the
room and ran to the other. "Can you hear me, Ben?" 

It really was amazing. He could hear the detective's voice plain as day
even though the other man was across the room. "Yes, I can. This is
fascinating." 

"Yeah, it is. Mum and Dad took me here when I was little. This was my
favorite place in the whole museum." Ray glanced around, noting they were
alone in the Gallery. "Hey, Frase?" 

"Yes, Ray?" 

"You look really sexy in those jeans." 

A sharp inhalation was his only answer. 

"I'd really like to get you out of them. If ya know what I mean. Do you
know what I mean, Ben?" Ray's soft voice carried with it promises of
extreme pleasure. 

"I-I think I do." Was it getting hot in here? 

"No, I don't think you do. Maybe I oughta show you." 

"That's...rather...you don't..." 

"Wassamatter, Frase?" The detective's voice now carried a tone of
amusement as well. 

"I...nothing. Ray, perhaps we should, ah, go?" To Ben, his lover looked
like a god standing there in the soft light from the exhibit. Blonde hair
spiked perfectly, several days growth of stubble, tight T-shirt, even
tighter jeans. 

"Go? Nah, I don't think so. Don't move lover. Stay right where you are." 

Ben shivered at the whispered words. He closed his eyes momentarily. When
he opened them again Ray was there, kissing him deeply, passionately. A
thrill of excitement ran through him. They could be discovered at any
minute. The thought made him grow impossibly harder. 

The kiss ended unknown minutes later. Both men were gasping for breath.
"God, Ben, but you can kiss. How'd I ever get so lucky? No, don't answer
that, just kiss me again." Ray's hands were fumbling at the buckle of
Fraser's jeans, clumsy with excitement. 

Ben tore his mouth away from the blond's. "Ray...here?" 

Ray grinned devilishly. "Here. I want to suck you right now. I need to
taste you, Ben. Please?" His lover could only moan and tilt his head back
as Ray kissed and nibbled his neck. 

"...oh..." 

Gracefully, Ray sunk to his knees before the Mountie. He made short work
of the fastenings denying him what he wanted. Sliding his hand into the
waistband of Ben's boxers, Ray found what he was looking for. "Knew is was
in there somewhere." He murmured, pulling out the thick, beautiful cock.
"Gorgeous, Ben. And it's all mine." 

Whatever Ben was about to say was lost in a gasp of pleasure as his cock
was engulfed in a warm wetness. He risked a glance down and nearly came
from the sight. The blond head was bobbing gently up and down. One slender
arm was thrown across Ben's hips to hold him steady. He didn't think Ray
had ever looked more alive. 

As if he knew his lover was watching him, Ray looked up and met Ben's
eyes. It was enough to send Ben over the edge, pleasure singing through
his veins. Ray took all he had to give, making small noises of
encouragement. 

Ben reached down and pulled the smaller man to his feet. He crushed Ray to
him tightly, not wanting to let go. He loved this man so much. This was
his Ray. The Ray no one else knew.  

"Ooof, can't breathe, Ben." 

"Sorry, Ray." He let go reluctantly. "Did you...?" 

"Did I what? Did I have a good time? You betcha I did." The detective's
tone was light, teasing. 

Fraser tucked himself back into his jeans. "No, did you..." Ray cut him
off with a hard kiss. 

"Nope, but there's plenty of time for that. What say we blow this popsicle
stand?" 

"I think that would be a wise idea." Ben could feel himself getting
aroused again just looking at Ray with his swollen lips and disheveled
hair. 

The detective raised an eyebrow. "You got somethin' special planned or
what?" 

"Oh yes, Ray. Something very special." 

"Shit, why didn't ya say so? Pitter patter, Frase!" 

The two men excited the Whispering Gallery quite rapidly, not noticing the
video camera above the door.  

In the security control room of the museum, one guard turned to the other
and said, "Now there's something you don't see every day." 

The End 

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