Part Eleven - Busy Day, Two

Hospital, Downstairs

"No, Fraser, I really don't think it would be appropriate for you to buy Solly something from the gift shop."

"The man is having a rather remarkable run of bad luck."

"The man is a scuzz bucket, Benton--an unrepentant scuzz bucket."

"Well, yes, but..."

"Okay, a get well soon card, but no flowers, and I'm not signing it."

"Blair..."

"Oh, geez, not the reproachful eyes. Okay, gimme the pen."

*****

Upstairs

"It's like raaaaaaaaain on yer weddin' day..."

"Solly..." Stanley was starting to sound desperate.

"It's a freeeeee riiiiiiiiide, but it's on'y one way..."

"Solly, please..."

"It's da good adviiiiiiiiiice, dat would fuck up yer day..."

"Jim, for God's sake, do something!"

Jim had dialed his hearing down to below normal when Solly started on Alanis Morissette, but it was still annoying as hell. "Actually, his version of the lyrics makes a lot more sense. Solly, stop it, or I'll find a 'Jagged Little Pill', and cram it up your ass, okay?"

"Youse guys ain't no fun. What da fuck's da point o' goin' to a carrotokie bar iffn ya don' sing?

"I told you, Solly," Stanley said patiently. "We're not in a karaoke bar. You're blitzed."

"Hey, den it's been a good Saturday night!"

"Just shut up."

"Okey dokey." (Minute pause) "Feelings..."

"Oh, Jesus!"

*****

In the Gift Shop

"Turtles, or a Mars bar?"

"Benny, he probably won't be able to eat solid food for awhile."

"Yes, I know. But it would just be a nice gesture. Oh, look. Stuffed animals."

"Hell no!"

"Not for Solly. Look, Blair--a little stuffed bear. He looks just like you."

"Ben, that is so totally ridiculous and uncool, and... uh... He is kinda cute."

"Here."

"No, really. You shouldn't. You really think he looks like me?"

*****

In Solly's Room

"In da village, da pissy village, da lion sleeps t'niiiiiiiiiight..."

"Jim, are you sure it would be considered premeditated? Couldn't I claim manslaughter?"

"Not with him handcuffed to the bed. Though if we made a tape, you'd have a hell of a case of mitigating circumstances."

A tall, skinny man in green scrubs came into the room. "My, he's the most cheerful surgery candidate I've ever run into."

"Please tell me you're here to take him away," Stanley pleaded.

"Oh, no, not yet. He has another stage of sedation before we take him to the OR."

"Well, hurry it up, please. He may start on show tunes at any minute."

The doctor pulled a capped syringe out of his breast pocket. "Don't worry. This will take the music right out of him."

Jim was studying the doctor, idly. "Say, doc, I was wondering. Do you have to wear some special type of face mask in the OR?"

"Well, we always wear them, for the patient's protection."

"I know. I was just wondering if you had to have some sort of special face shield, what with that beard."

*****

In the Elevator

"So he'll have to stay over till at least tomorrow evening. I was thinking we could requisition a couple of uniforms to stay with him for the night, and you and Stanley both could come back to the apartment."

"That would be very considerate, Blair. But actually, I was hoping that we could... um... you know."

"We can."

"But Jim and Stanley may want to..."

"They can."

"Oh." Pause. "The apartment is rather open, and small."

"Yeah. But the bed is big. And sturdy."

"Ah." Pause. "Do you mean...?"

"Yes."

"Oooh..."

"Dear. I know. Does the idea bother you?"

"Yes, but in a very interesting way."

*****

In Solly's Room

"No, the usual mask works very well." The doctor wrapped a piece of rubber tubing around Solly's arm, knotting it tightly above the elbow.

"Aye, dat pinches." Solly complained.

"Sorry, but I have to get a vein. Make a fist." Solly did... with middle finger protruding rigidly.

"Solly! Be nice," Stanley scolded. Solly snickered. The doctor poked experimentally at the crook of Solly's elbow. "You're not gonna inject it into the IV shunt? That's what they did when I was shot."

"Me, too." Jim sat forward. "Seems like it would be a lot less trouble. Solly looks like he has deep veins. Good thing you didn't decide to be a junkie, Solly. You would have eaten yourself up trying to spike those little spaghetti strands you have."

"For this, we prefer a fresh vein." The doctor uncapped the syringe. "Okay, Mister Tyson, this will only sting a little..."

"Don' wanna shot." Solly started jerking his hand, his arm shifting rapidly.

Pretty much at the same time

Stanley: "Doc, shouldn't you be sterilizing his skin, or something?"

Jim: "Wait a minute. That syringe looks..."

Solly, grinning: "Aye, Pavel! Ya in ta get dat honker o' yers carved down?"

Door opens.

(In stereo): "Hit man!"

Rapid scuffle.

Solly: "Ow! Mudderfucker, dat hurt!"

Jim: "Fuck, doesn't anyone have some handcuffs? Blair, take a set off Solly."

Blair: "Can do, Jim. Here, lemme... Okay, got him. Jim, Stanley, this is Pavel Kol, AKA Atticus Finch. Solly's 'lawyer', and Bernie's enforcer."

Fraser gently removed the hypodermic needle from Solly's arm, just as a real doctor came in. "What's going on here?"

"An attempted assassination, Doctor," Fraser replied. "Kol, what was in the syringe?"

The Russian, hauled to his feet by Jim, spat on the floor. "Kurite moju trubku, ment."

Solly groaned. "Oo, what you said!"

"There was nothing in the syringe," Jim informed them. "He was planning on putting an air bubble in Solly's bloodstream. Probably hoped we'd assume it was natural causes. Dumb ass. But you should check him over, just in case, Doc. Blair, Benny. Stanley and I will take this Cossack downtown and book him. Oh, Pavel. I have a feeling the Feds are gonna love you."

The Russian scowled. "I'll deal."

"Not up to us to say. Let's go, Stanley." Stanley went out into the hallway. Jim lifted Kol's braceletted hands behind him till he was forced up on tiptoe. "Hey, Ben?"

"Yes, Jim?"

"You look good in my sweats."

Blush "Thank you."

Jim leaned close to his ear. "Bet you'd look better out of them." Fraser turned as rosy as the sky over the eastern horizon in a Canadian dawn. "Has Blair talked to you yet?"

"You mean about... uh... a ménage au quarto?"

"Yeah."

"Yes."

"Well?"

"I am considering. Stanley..."

"Don't worry about Stanley. Blair?"

"Yeah?"

"Work on him, punkin."

"Will do."

"Okay, Pavel, we're off to get you acquainted with one of the finer steel bar establishments in the northwestern United States. You have the right to remain silent..."

"Kurite moju trubku!"*

"You've already said that. Anything you say can be taken down and used against you in a court of law..."

*Russian slang translation from The Alternative Dictionaries: kurite moju trubku--Suck my cock! ment (masc. noun)--cop. Very commonly used, but don't say it to a cop unless he's tied.

Part Twelve - Personal Hygiene

"Benny, exactly how attached are you to Ray?"

Benton thought for a moment. "Well, Blair, attached is perhaps a bit mild to explain how I feel about Ray. For instance, I am attached to the habit of breathing."

"Oo, that bad, and you haven't said anything to him about it?"

"You may not be aware, but we Canadians are not naturally the most demonstrative people in the world. Add to that the fact that Mounties are encouraged to control their feelings, plus my, I must admit, rather emotionally dysfunctional upbringing... It is not easy."

"Geez. I feel for ya, man. I remember how hard it was at first, tryin' to act like nothing was going on inside when I was around Jim. I was so sure that he was cast iron straight, and would kick my ass if I batted my eyelashes at him. Then I found out that he thought that I was a stud muffin, but a real skirt chaser, so he hadn't been letting on..." Blair shook his head. "Months of perfectly good screwing time, down the drain. You shouldn't let it happen to you, man."

Fraser sighed. "I really would like to become more intimate with Ray, but I am worried."

"Well, you could kinda do like the straight couples do--start out with a group date. I mean, remember Skeets? We all got along good there, didn't we?"

"Yes. It was very relaxed and pleasant."

"So just think about taking it a step farther." Fraser looked doubtful. "Look, Ben, I know you like me. You told me you're hot for Stanley. What do you think of Jim?"

"I... he..."

"Don't be afraid to say anything to me. In fact, I'll worry about your hormone levels if you don't want to jump his bones."

blush "Jim is a very attractive man. Different from you or Ray. Very... intense."

"Oh, yeah, he's that, all right. So, Ben, you're attracted to all three of us. What's the problem?"

"You make it sound so logical."

"I'm trained as a teacher, Ben. Plus I'm horny. I can rationalize anything. But this does make sense."

"I need to think a little more."

"Go right ahead. Solly won't be out of surgery for a little while, and I don't know how long it will take Jim to get our relief. But try to decide before we leave, huh, Frase?"

*****

Stanley sighed, pushing away the last form. "Ya know, Ellison, I am so glad I didn't go to law school, like my old man wanted. I couldn't have stood corporate or tax or entertainment or any of that shit. I'd have had to be in the criminal justice system. And I couldn't have been defense, 'cause I'm not real good at deluding myself about whether or not some scum bag found with his hand on a knife still stuck in a victim might not have just happened along and been tryin' to pull it out. That means I would've been DA. And when I see the shit they have to sort out on jurisdictions and such, like in this case... Damn, I'm glad I'm a cop."

"Amen to that. The Feds will be in on this one. Pavel seems to know a lot about a wide range of people, and he's ready to play 'Let's Make a Deal'." Jim finished up his last bit of paperwork and dropped it in the appropriate stack. "Done, and I am past ready to go home."

"Did you arrange relief for Blair and Benny?"

"Yeah, but not for another couple of hours. They gotta wait till shift change. They'll be in tonight. Then we just wait and see when the hospital wants to release Solly." Jim got up and got his jacket. "C'mon. I need to stop at the store on the way back to the apartment."

"I hope you plan to get beer. I noticed a bit of a shortage while I was rooting through the refrigerator this morning."

"I plan to get all kinds of supplies, Stan."

As they walked out to the truck, Stanley said, "Hey Jim? Do you suppose there'll be time before the guys come home to... uh..."

"Of course, but why don't we wait till they can join us?"

"Jesus, are you crazy? I can't do it with Benny in the same apartment! He'd freak."

"He might surprise you. But we don't have to worry about that right now." They stopped at a store. "I think I'll just get a couple pans of lasagna for supper. They have a really good refrigerated gourmet brand here. Blair doesn't even complain about the fat content. That, and a salad and some garlic bread should cover it."

He got a cart, and they wandered the aisles, picking up what they needed. In honor of Fraser, he got a couple of six packs of a Canadian imported beer. When they had all the food, Stanley started for the check out line, but Jim turned the cart down the personal care aisle.

Stanley trailed, and watched as Jim tossed in a couple of packs of condoms and tubes of lubricant. He cocked an eyebrow. "Planning on a big night?" Jim smiled. He walked down a little farther, and added a small pair of sharp scissors, a package of disposable razors, and a can of shaving cream. "Ellison," Stanley protested. "I only said I'd think about it." Jim strolled to the check out, whistling. "Damn." Stanley followed.

*****

Blair and Fraser watched as Solly was unloaded onto the bed. "How's he doing?" Blair asked the attendant.

"Better than he has any right to."

"Uh oh. What'd he do?"

"You should have left him cuffed. Doped up as he was, he still managed to slip the chest restraint and goosed the scrub nurse. We had to resterilize a whole tray of instruments."

Fraser shook his head sadly. "Solly, Solly, Solly."

Solly opened his eyes blearily. "Present?" Then closed them again and started to snore.

Blair heaved a sigh. "Well, that's over with. When can he be discharged?"

"You'll have to ask his doctor, but I would assume not before day after tomorrow. We have to see how he's healing, and make sure there isn't any infection."

As the attendants left, Fraser said, "Well, Blair, it seems that Stanley and I must impose on your hospitality a bit longer."

"Believe me, Frase, it's no imposition." He pinched the Mountie's butt. "Or haven't you noticed yet?"

*****

At the apartment, Jim put the groceries away in the refrigerator. Stanley stood at the table, fingering the shaving cream. "Look, Ellison, this is a bad idea. I mean, it took me a long time to grow those pubes. I thought I wasn't ever gonna get body hair."

Jim picked up the supplies, and got a basin out of the cabinet, filling it with steaming water. He pushed the bowl into Stanley's hands then walked out to the living room.

Stanley followed. "I'm serious, Jim. I mean, after all, it's my body. I have to live in it."

Jim disappeared into the bathroom, returned with two fluffy towels, a face cloth, and a bottle of baby oil, and started up the stairs to the loft.

Stanley called after him,"You can't just assume that I'm going to let you do this!" No answer. "Fuck." Stanley climbed the stairs slowly, being careful not to let the water slosh out of the basin.

Upstairs, he saw that Jim had one of the towels spread out on the bed, and the other one slung around his neck. He pointed to the nightstand, and Stanley set the bowl down on it. Jim began shaking the can of shaving cream. "Get undressed."

Stanley folded his arms and dropped his chin on his chest. "I don't wanna."

"Bullshit." Jim stepped close, putting his face right up to Stanley's. He whispered. "You're heart's going ninety to nothing." He leaned even closer, cheek almost brushing Stanley's, and took a long, luxuriant sniff. "And you smell like sex."

Stanley could feel his already shaky resolve melting. "Jim..."

Ellison's lips touched his ear. "Tell ya what, Stanley. You let me do this, sometime before you leave, I'll let you fuck me."

Stanley pictured Jim's ass, and gulped. "You mean that?"

Jim nodded. "And I don't do it with just anyone, Stan. Not often, either. I'm tight."

Stanley kicked off his shoes and reached for the hem of his shirt. He could get naked very quickly when he wanted to--and he wanted to. When he was nude, he lay down on the bed, positioning himself on the towel. The sentinel slipped a couple of pillows under his shoulders and head, propping him up. "There. Now you can watch."

Jim picked up the scissors and sat beside Stanley on the edge of the mattress. "I'm going to trim you short first. Don't want to leave any more drag for the razor than we have to."

"Oh, shit. Sometimes I wish I wasn't such a horndog."

Very carefully, Jim slid the bright little blades into Stanley's light brown pubic hair, and snipped, sheering off a swatch of curls close to the skin. Stanley shivered. "Don't worry, Blondie. These are really sharp."

"Ya know, that doesn't make me feel better at all."

Jim clipped slowly, pruning the pubic hair down to soft stubble less than a quarter inch long. Stanley held his breath while he worked around his balls. "Okay, that's done." Jim laid aside the scissors, and brushed trimmings off onto the towel.

"Could we maybe just leave it like this?"

"Nuh uh." Jim soaked the face cloth, then wet Stanley's crotch. "Is the water warm enough?"

"Yeah, it's fine. But don't you think that..." Jim pressed the button on top of the can and pink gel oozed from the nozzle into his palm. "Pink?"

"It's got special lubricants and skin conditioners in it." He rubbed his hands together, and the gel transformed into thick, white lather. Jim began to dollop it on Stanley's groin. "Besides, the old fashioned stuff would have been a little cold."

He did it twice more, till Stanley was thickly coated, up his tummy to his belly button, and down the crack of his ass. "Ellison, what are you doing?"

Jim rinsed his hands, then uncapped a razor and dipped it in the water. "I'm gonna get it all, Vecchio. That includes the treasure trail leading down, and the fuzz in the crease of the peach."

"Oh shit. Look..."

"Not now. Let me concentrate. I mean, it's almost impossible to cut someone with one of these, you practically have to try, but I don't want to give you razor burn, either."

Jim touched the blade to the skin of Stanley's belly, and the smaller man got very still and quiet. Stanley watched silently as the razor glided through the white fluff, leaving a clean trail. After a few inches, Jim stopped, wiped the blade on the end of the towel, rinsed it, and started again.

This wasn't so bad, Stanley decided. After all, Jim was working on a fairly neutral area, nothing really important was in any peril, and he was only losing fuzz right now. And it did feel kinda...interesting. The skin exposed felt very cool and clean.

Jim switched to a fresh razor, and started on the pubic area itself. He moved even more slowly now, with short strokes rather than long glides. He wiped the razor more often. Stanley felt a gentle pull as the blade sliced off the stiffer pubic hairs, making a barely audible rasp. When Jim lifted aside his cock to work around the base, Stanley realized that he was getting hard.

"Jim..."

"Sh, Stanley. Not yet. Be patient." Stanley held his breath as the razor gently glided around the bottom of his shaft, cleaning off even the few tiny hairs that grew there. Jim held his balls in one hand, and shaved them with the tiniest strokes imaginable. "Okay. Bend your knees, put your feet flat on the bed, and spread your legs. Then reach down and pull your cheeks apart for me."

Stanley obeyed, and Jim, with meticulous care, began to shave the crack of his ass. Stanley's voice trembled. "You know Ellison, there are only two people on the face of the earth I would trust to do this. One of them is Fraser, but he'd probably use that big ass knife of his. And I bet I wouldn't get a nick, either."

Jim finished, took the damp cloth, and wiped Stanley thoroughly. As Stanley lowered himself to the mattress, Jim said. "First stage is done."

Stanley was trembling, and his cock was as hard as a rock. "First stage? What the fuck does that mean?"

"Can't let your skin get irritated." Jim squirted baby oil into his hand. He rubbed the oil across Stanley's lower belly, then down to his groin. He worked the glistening fluid gently into the clean, bare skin. It was very white. He carefully massaged every bit, tenderly rolling Stanley's balls in their newly pristine scrotum. Then his right hand slid down into the cleft of Stanley's ass.

Stanley moaned as Jim's greased finger slid into his ass hole. "That's another good thing about the oil," Jim whispered. "Things slide so easily." He took Stanley's prick in his left hand, and began to jerk him off.

Jim worked his finger into the smaller man's anal passage while he stroked his cock. Every few passes, Jim would pause to stroke the baby soft skin around Stanley's dick, or tease his smooth balls. In no time Stanley was grunting, shoving himself up into Jim's hand.

When Jim judged that he was close enough, he bent down and sucked the cock head into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the heated flesh. Stanley tasted of pre-come, minerals, and salt. Jim took the towel, and sucked hard, then dipped his tongue into the tiny, weeping slit at the tip.

Stanley made a whooping sound and shoved up, ass lifting off the bed. Jim pulled back and caught the erupting semen in the towel neatly. Stanley collapsed back on the mattress, panting. "Geez, that was intense."

Jim stretched out next to him, propping his head on his hand. "Yeah. You may find yourself getting more spontaneous hard-ons from now on. You're going to be sensitized. Be sure not to put starch in your underwear."

"Starch? Hell, I'm gonna buy some silk drawers. Maybe even some panties."

Jim burst out laughing.

Part Thirteen - Ray and Ben

Stanley was yawning. "Do you think I have time for a nap before the guys get home?"

"Probably. Go ahead. I'm going to go down and see if I can find a game on tv."

"Kay." Stanley rolled over on his belly, tucking a pillow comfortably under his chin, and drawing a sheet up over himself. "Tell me when Frase gets here, huh?"

"Will do."

Jim went downstairs and turned on the television. Sure enough, there was a basketball game on, and he settled in to watch it. During a commercial break, he got up, and tiptoed stealthily up to the loft. Stanley was snoring peacefully.

Jim gently, carefully, tweezed the sheet up between two fingers and pulled it down to the foot of the bed, uncovering Stanley. He made sure that the sheet was bunched far down, well out of Stanley's reach, unless he turned over and sat up.

For a moment, Jim just stood and admired the view. That really was a totally delectable ass. It should be shared with the world. Or at least a Mountie and a Guide.

Stanley's gentle snores never faltered. Jim sneaked back down stairs and taped a message to the front door. It read 'QUIET PLEASE. COP SLEEPING'. There, that should insure a quiet entrance by Blair and Benny. Speaking of whom, they should be home soon. He sat back in front of the television, humming to himself happily.

*****

The two uniformed policemen finally arrived around dusk. "Thank heavens," Blair breathed, as he and Fraser walked down the hall. "Solly hadn't eaten anything since yesterday, so how the hell did he manage those broccoli, bean, and cabbage farts?"

"I believe it was through sheer will power and determination, Blair. I have not smelled anything like that since Diefenbaker dragged home a salmon that had apparently beached itself during spawning a week or more before."

"Maybe I'll break out some of my aroma therapy essences when we get home."

"It certainly could not hurt. Will Jim be picking us up?"

"Nah. We'll take a taxi. Why make him get out after the ruckus we've been through lately?"

When they reached the apartment, Blair pulled the sign off the door, studying it. "This must mean Stanley. Jim would just dial his hearing down if he was too worried about being disturbed."

"Stanley does need his rest. I shall remove my shoes upon entering."

"Good enough idea. Might as well be comfortable."

They went in, both taking off their shoes just inside the door. Jim, on the couch, held up a finger in front of his lips in a shushing motion. Blair went to him, whispering, "Stanley sacked out, huh?"

"He's been exerting himself lately. Fraser?"

"Yes, Jim?"

"Stanley wanted you to go straight up when you got here. I think he has something to show you."

"Oh. All right."

As Fraser started toward the stairs, Blair eyed the smug expression on Jim's face. "All right, what did you do? Is Stanley trussed up like a Christmas package, or what?"

"No, but that would have been the second best idea."

*****

For a very large man, Benton Fraser could move very, very quietly when he chose to. Not wanting to disturb his partner until the last possible moment, he crept silently up the stairs. When he finally reached the top landing, he froze.

He was presented with one of the most stunningly beautiful, and unexpected, sights he'd ever experience--Ray, laid out on his stomach, stark naked. His pale skin gleamed in the dim light. His arms and legs were sprawled in innocent abandon. Benton stared, enthralled by his slender, muscular grace. His blonde hair was even more ruffled than usual, and his piquant features were relaxed and peaceful in sleep. And his ass...

Oh, dear, his ass. Benton felt like he could write a sonnet to that ass. Plump, yet firm. White, deeply and cleanly cleft, smooth...very smooth. Benton gulped. "Ray?"

Stanley Vecchio's bright blue eyes flew open, and his body went rigid, legs snapping together. "Frase?"

"Um, yes. You... Jim said you wanted to show me something."

"Ellison!"

Jim's voice floated up from below. "Oh Stan, Benton's here."

"Very fucking funny! Oh, geez. Look, Frase, go downstairs for a minute, wouldya?"

"Certainly." Fraser turned, and actually went down a step before stopping. He paused, looking down at Jim and Blair on the sofa. Blair silently made shooing motions at him. Jim was grinning. Ben squared his shoulders, turned around, and went back up. "No, Ray, I do not think I want to go downstairs just yet."

"What? Fraser, go downstairs."

"No."

"What do you mean, no? Well, well... turn around, then."

"No."

"Fuck! What happened to that damn RCMP politeness?"

"It is on vacation right now."

Cursing, Stanley groped, searching for the sheet. "Son of a bitch. Ellison, you're gonna pay for this!"

Again Jim's voice floated up. "You'll thank me some day."

"God, this is embarrassing. Fraser, please."

Fraser walked over to the bed, took Stanley's shoulder, and quickly flipped him over. Stanley's hands flew to cover himself, and a pink tide swept up his cheeks. He blushed as hard as Fraser ever had. Fraser said, in a small voice. "Ray, you are naked. Very naked. Much more naked than I would have ever expected."

"Christ."

"Have you always been like this?"

"Oh, hell no! It was that crazy Cascade cop down there. He talked me into it. I swear, I never believed in hypnotism before, but I don't know now... Fraser, you look kinda funny."

"I was just thinking, Ray."

"Uh... what about?"

"If I had imagined for one moment that you were like that, under your clothes, I believe I would have lost control of myself a long time ago." He reached down and took hold of Stanley's hands, pulling them away. He moved them up above Stanley's head, and pressed them down to the mattress. "Leave your hands there."

When Fraser released him, Stanley didn't move. He gazed up at the Mountie with a stunned look on his face. Fraser pulled his sweatshirt over his head, dropping it to the floor. Stanley licked his lips. "Frase?"

"Be quiet, Ray." Benton pulled down the sweat pants, then his jockeys. For a moment, he stood naked beside the bed. Stanley stared, mouth dropping open softly. Constable Benton, clothed, was an impressive sight. Nude, he was downright awesome.

Ray's eyes dropped the length of his sculptured torso, down his flat abdomen, and came to rest on the long, thick cock jutting from nut brown pubic hair. Stanley's own cock stirred. He breathed. "Please..."

"Yes, Ray." He reached out, and laid his hand on the curve of Stanley's hip. Then he slid it slowly onto his groin, stroking the freshly shaved skin. Stanley shivered violently, whimpering. The touch was intense, electric. The combination of emotion and the newly sensitized skin was potent. The blood thumped in his veins, pounding directly to his dick. Ben got up on the bed with him, crawling over his supine body.

Stanley stared up at his best friend as he loomed over him. I feel like a goddamn virgin. I just hope I don't come the first time he touches my cock. God, he's so big.

Fraser crouched over Ray on his hands and knees, bent his head, and kissed him for the first time. Ray's lips parted readily, and Benton finally found out what Ray tasted like. It was so good that he didn't stay gentle and light as he'd planned. He was going to start off slow, knowing that Ray might feel awkward about this. Heaven knew Benton felt awkward. But it was too good to resist.

Instead of the teasing that he had intended, he plunged. Luckily, this seemed to be what Ray wanted, too. His tongue met Ben's with equal fervor, and they proceeded to devour each other. Ray buried his hands in Fraser's hair, holding him almost desperately. When he had control of his tongue, when Fraser wasn't sucking on it, he mumbled against his lips, "I didn't know, Benny. I was afraid..."

"It's all right, Ray."

Ray's head jerked back and he looked at him in astonishment. "Frase, you used a contraction!"

Fraser shrugged. "What can I say? It's what you do to me, Ray. Now, be quiet. I mean, don't talk. You can make all the noise you want. I think I'd like that." Stanley answered with a groan, flinging his arms around Fraser's neck. "Yes, like that." Fraser started kissing him again.

Benton lowered himself onto Ray, covering the smaller man with his body. The skin-to-skin contact was maddeningly pleasurable. Due to the difference in their body sizes, his cock lay along Ray's thigh. That would do for the moment. He clamped his legs over Ray's, and began to hump slowly.

Ray's rigid cock rubbed against Fraser's firm belly with every motion he made, smearing it with slick pre-come. Stanley started to thrust up at him, trying to increase the delicious friction.

Ben left Ray's lips, and moved down to his throat. He fastened his mouth on a patch of skin, feeling the strong, fast beat of his lover's pulse, and began to suck, hard. Ray whined, twisting under him, but not trying to escape. He arched his neck in mute invitation, presenting himself more fully. The submissive gesture inflamed even more. He nipped and worried at the skin, then licked it, and started sucking again. His hips sped up.

Stanley was being swept away. Ben had always been so cool, so civilized. He'd never suspected this wilder side. But he should have known. Ben survived up in the territories. That was unforgiving land. You didn't thrive out there unless there was a bit of a savage somewhere deep in your soul. And now, Ben was letting the primitive loose. They both understood, without a word being spoken, that this was a claiming. Things were going to be different when they got back to Chicago.

Fraser shifted suddenly, moving up a little. His hard-on slid along Ray's, and the smaller man went crazy. His legs hooked over the back of Benton's thighs, and he began to buck upward wildly, hands sliding to scrabble at the Mountie's back. A little surprised, Benton stayed still for a moment, letting the man beneath him pump against him.

Then Stanley went still, grabbed Fraser's head, and stared into his eyes. "Fuck me."

Fraser twitched. It took all his self control not to come when he heard those words. But he held onto his control, and said hoarsely. "I don't have a condom."

"I don't care. I'm clean. I know you are. Fuck me."

"Ray, I need to get lubrication..."

"No. I'm still slick from the oil Jim used." He grabbed Fraser's hand and wormed it down, between them, to the spread cleft of his ass. "Feel."

The crease was, indeed, slippery. Fraser's fingertips grazed Ray's ass hole, and his lover tried to push down on them. He probed experimentally. The muscular ring gave with a little resistance, but not too much. He managed to slide a finger in easily. Stanley pushed down on it eagerly.

"Do it, Benny. I want you inside me. I want to feel the pulse of your blood from the inside. Make me yours."

Fraser pulled his hand free, and shifted, fitting his cock head against the puckered opening. "You are mine, Ray." He pushed hard, knowing that this was what his lover wanted.

Stanley threw his head back, howling as the thick shaft of flesh plowed up into him, scraping over his prostate on the way. "Ben! Shit, yeah. Gimme all of it!"

Fraser didn't stop till he was buried in his partner's hot, tight flesh. And he didn't stop then, beginning to move immediately.

Neither one of them heard Jim say sharply. "Blair! Put that fucking camera down!"

"Aw, Jim! They might like it recorded. First times are so special."

"No. Let them have a little privacy this time. They don't need an audience for this."

"Well, all right. But it's not like we can't hear them."

"Did I say you couldn't listen?"

Neither Fraser nor Stanley ever knew how close they had come to having their first screw immortalized.

Fraser pumped strongly. Blair had been wonderful, but this...This was Ray. It added a whole new dimension. Ray, holding his cock in that hot, liquid vice. Ray, scratching at his back, his nipples. Ray, moaning his name and obscenities mixed with endearments. Ray... Ray... Ray...

"I love you, Ray." he groaned. He shoved harder than ever, and his come exploded into the clenching, rippling channel of Ray's body.

"Love you, too, Ben." Stanley whispered, clutching him. "For a long time. Forever."

Leaving his softening cock in Ray's ass, Ben reached down and took hold of his lover's slick, rigid cock. "Let me take care of you." He stroked with surprising tenderness, kissing Ray thoroughly all the while. When he gave his balls a gentle squeeze, Ray splashed Ben's hands, and his own belly with waves of hot come, whimpering into Ben's mouth.

Knowing that he couldn't leave his weight on the smaller man, but reluctant to release him, Fraser rolled over on his back, pulling Ray on top of him. Ray grunted as Fraser's cock slid free, and let his head drop on the Mountie's broad shoulder.

For a long time they just lay there, breath slowly returning to normal. Then Fraser realized that Ray was shaking, and hot tears were dropping on his shoulder. "Ray? Are you all right? I... I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"Gawd, no, Ben. I just... I don't know. I never thought I could have you. I'm just so fucking happy. I always thought that bit about tears of happiness was bull shit."

Fraser took Ray's hand and moved it up to his own face. Ray felt a trickle of moisture, and lifted his head to stare at his lover. There were tears streaking Fraser's face, but he was smiling brilliantly. "No Ray, it's not bull shit."

Part Fourteen - New Lovers of All Kinds

Blair advanced almost to the top of the stairs, and peered into the loft through the stair rail. He watched with affectionate approval as Benny fondled a very satiated looking Stanley, who was cuddled up beside him. "Hello, young lovers."

Benton and Stanley both smiled at him, Stanley a bit distractedly, as he had to take time away from kissing Fraser's chest. "Good evening, Blair," said Fraser mildly. From his civil tone, one would hardly guess that he'd just finished fucking his partner raw. "I hope that we did not disturb you and Jim."

"Oh, perish the thought! People pay good money to listen to stuff like that, and we got it free. Jim's putting the lasagna in the oven now, and I'm going to go mix the salad. I expect you fellas probably worked up an appetite."

Stanley sat up, interested. "I could eat."

Fraser dragged him back down, growling, "I will require a few minutes rest before we can try that, Ray."

"Benny! I meant..." He noticed the Canadian's smile, and sighed ruefully. "I may end up kinda regretting this yet. I have a feeling I'm gonna be burning off a lot of calories from now on."

"Perhaps a high protein diet..." Stanley slapped at him. "Blair, exactly how many calories are there in semen?" Stanley hid his head under a pillow.

"I don't know, Ben, but you can probably find it on the Internet. See ya downstairs."

*****

"Yipe!"

Blair and Jim looked over to see a wide-eyed Stanley scoot down the last few stairs, hands over his butt, followed by a grinning Fraser. "That big Canuck goosed me!"

"Well, Stanley, if you will go waving that tempting ass around like that..."

"Incorrigible. Look it up if you don't understand."

"I understand, and you are quite accurate." Fraser tried to goose him again, and ended up in a chase around and over the furniture.

"Cut it out, Benny! I'm... uh... kinda tender."

"Sorry, Ray." He caught the smaller man, and dropped an apologetic kiss on his nose, then picked him up and carried him to the table.

Stanley dangled in his arms with a long-suffering look on his face. "What am I? Your security blanket?"

"Yes. I intend to sleep under you at every opportunity." He deposited Stanley gently in a chair.

Plates were already on the table, and Blair distributed cutlery. "I envy you, Ray. You're gonna have doors opened, chairs held..." Jim, passing behind Blair with a basket of garlic bread, swatted him on the head. "Ow! Benny's a gentleman, unlike some people, who shall remain nameless, but whose initials are James Joseph Ellison." Jim, passing on his way to get glasses from the cabinet, swatted him again. "Ow! Is this some weird new type of Sentinel foreplay?"

"No, it's Guide discipline."

Jim got oven mitts and removed the pans of lasagna from the oven. He set the richly bubbling pans on trivets and said, "There. Those need to sit a few minutes. That'll give us time for the salad."

They all sat down. Fraser, feeling rather festive, even consented to a glass of wine.

"Shit! We've corrupted him." Stanley watched the Mountie sip the wine.

"Yes," Fraser agreed. "And you have to make an honest man out of me."

"I s'pose Thatcher will come after me with a shot gun if I don't?"

Jim jerked his head at the pair. "Blair, I think we may be catching."

Blair was piling salad on plates. "Last I heard smart ass wasn't contagious."

When the four men finished there wasn't more than a tablespoon of food left. Fraser began stacking plates. "Ray and I will do the dishes."

Stanley blinked. "We will?"

"Yes, we will."

"Crap. Domesticity already." He helped gather up the dirty dishes and take them to the sink.

"The secret is very hot water..."

"Benny, do not give me instructions on how to wash dishes. I'll read Heloise's Hints if I want that."

Blair and Jim, finishing the last of the wine, watched them. Jim whispered to Blair, "Well?"

Blair nodded, and whispered back. "I think so."

"What first?"

Blair pursed his lips. "Oo, decisions, decisions. I want Stanley."

"Don't blame you. Top or bottom?"

"The poor guy just got through saying he's a little sore. What do you think?"

"That's my boy--unselfish. That works out fine, because I can't wait to get my hands on The Great White North."

"Top or bottom?"

"Fuck, I don't care."

"Wise man."

Stanley stacked the last dish in the drain rack while swabbed out the sink. "You see, Ray? That was not so tedious."

"Sez you. Don't blame me if I get dishpan hands." Stanley drained the inch he'd left in his wine glass. "So, what's on the agenda tonight?" He arched an eyebrow at the two Cascade policemen. "He asked innocently."

Jim grinned. "Outstanding." He looked at "Benny?"

Benton was neatly folding the dishtowel. "Yes, Jim?"

"C'mon, Benny. Don't be evasive. Have you thought about it?"

"Yes, Jim."

"Well?"

Benton looked at Blair. "Is he normally this hard to communicate with? I have already said 'yes' twice."

"He's just so happy that he can't believe his ears."

Jim stood up and strolled over to Fraser. Benton watched him approach, with a faint smile. The Sentinel moved in very close. "It's gonna be kinda nice not to have to stoop when I kiss someone."

Blair, who had pulled Stanley down on his lap, said, "Yeah, well, I finally won't have to worry about neck strain."

"Vecchio," Jim called back, never taking his eyes off Fraser, "I know it's early in your relationship, and all that, but would you mind a hell of a lot if I popped Benny's cherry?"

"Shit, like I'd deny him that? Nah, if he wants to."

Jim smiled at Benton. "How about it, Ben? Would you mind?"

"Oh, absolutely not." Benny made a pre-emptive strike and put his arms around Jim before Jim could embrace him, kissing him resoundingly.

Jim came up from the kiss panting lightly. "I think I've found another bossy bottom."

Stanley was running his hands through Blair's lush crop of curls. "Has Ellison ever tied you to anything with this?"

"Shhh! Don't give him any ideas. He's inventive enough as it is." Blair ruffled Stanley's short blonde wisps in turn. "Between you and Jim, there's hardly a decent handful for a guy to hang onto." Blair's voice dropped, "Course his is kinda deserting, if you know what I mean."

"I heard that, Sandburg," Jim called. "It's caused by lots and lots of testosterone."

"I would not argue with that," Fraser murmured. Jim had him backed up against the counter, had moved in between his thighs, and was humping him in a slow, sensual rhythm.

Stanley nibbled Blair's earlobe. "Look, babe, not that you aren't hot stuff, but... um... like I told Benny..."

Blair hugged him. "You're on top."

Stanley sighed gratefully. "Good, 'cause I wouldn't want to miss this opportunity, but I really am sore."

Blair smiled seductively. "I'll see what I can do to make you forget that."

"I ought to warn you, Jim," Fraser had run his hands up under Jim's sweatshirt and was stroking his nipples. "I am afraid that it may take awhile for me to climax, after that lovely interlude with Stanley."

Jim's eyes were half closed with pleasure. "Don't worry, Ben. We have two other guys in reserve, remember?"

Fraser looked startled. "You mean... uh..."

"Tag team. That's the great thing about multiples. There's always someone rarrin' to go."

Fraser glanced at where Blair and Ray were snuggling, and got a thoughtful look in his eyes. "That is a fascinating possibility." They resumed kissing.

"Hey, you guys." Stanley was headed for the stairs, and Blair was hanging back near the kitchen. "We're going upstairs, after I grab the stuff out of the bathroom. Don't stay too long, 'kay? Cause we are definitely starting without you."

"Don't worry," Jim assured him. "I remember how fucking cold this floor is." Fraser cocked an inquiring eye at him. "Thanksgiving. You should see what Blair can do with a celery stick. I never should have let him eat those oysters I had for the stuffing. And speaking of stuffing..." He quickly turned Fraser around and pressed up against his ass.

Fraser groaned as he felt the prod of Jim's hard on against his buttocks. Ellison slid his hands down to cup the Mountie's own erection through the cloth of the sweat pants, rubbing. "Ya know, Frase, I'm tempted to just do it right here. We're the right height for each other. Whenever I do it standing up with Blair, I get cramps from having to bend so much. It's either that, or he'd have to stand on a box, and I'd be worried about fucking him off it and hurting him."

"As hot as this is, Jim, I think I would prefer to be on a nice, soft bed the first time I take a cock up my ass."

Jim growled. "Damn, it's sexy when you talk dirty in that polite voice. Okay, let's go join the boys."

As they made their way to the loft, Fraser said, "You know, I had always heard that travel broadened one's horizons, but I never dreamed..."

Part Fifteen - Ménage au Quartro, or Whatever

Jim retrieved a pair of briefs on the stairs. "Must be Stanley's. Blair has been going commando lately."

Benton smiled in fond recollection. "I know."

They found an assortment of garments scattered around the loft floor, and the other two men on the bed, naked, kissing, and involved in a rather complicated tangle. "Guess Blair wasn't kidding about starting without us."

Ellison and Fraser both looked at the laundry on the floor, looked at each other, and sighed in stereo, then began to pick it up. They heard Blair say, "See, Stanley? I toldya. You owe me five bucks."

"Fraser, you galoot, you just cost me a fin. Leave the rags alone and get over here."

"You could have just as easily deposited your clothes on the dresser, Ray." Fraser chided, pulling his sweatshirt over his head and doing exactly that.

"Sandburg probably corrupted him, Benny," Jim replied, doing the same.

Both of the smaller men on the bed stopped what they were doing in order to enjoy the spectacle of Ben and Jim stripping. Stanley gave a long, low wolf whistle, and Blair leered, "Hubba, hubba!"

Jim shook his head as he skinned off his pants. "Got us a coupla comedians, Benny."

Fraser mirrored his actions, and both of the men were naked. "Well, Jim, do you suppose that they would appreciate a good, hard tickling?"

Stanley and Blair stopped grinning, and looked at each other quickly with more than a little apprehension. Now the Sentinel grinned. "I don't know about Stanley, but Blair appreciates anything good and hard."

They both pounced. It was a damn good thing that Jim and Blair had bought a very sturdy bed. There was close to six hundred total pounds of very solid male flesh thrashing about on it, and it scarcely creaked. Though it did thump against the wall rather loudly.

Fraser and Jim were ruthless. Their hands darted everywhere, goosing and tickling unmercifully. Stanley and Blair were quickly reduced to heaps of quivering, breathless giggles. Finally Stanley howled, "Mercy! Oh, my ribs!", and Jim relented.

But Fraser kept after Blair, dragging the anthropologist back whenever he tried to crawl out of reach and continuing the tickle assault. Blair gasped, "Benny, please!"

"Say uncle."

"Uncle, uncle, uncle! I'll call you Daddy, if you'll just ssssstop!"

"Since you asked so nicely." Benton made one more run up the ribs, then turned Blair over and smacked him on the ass. "Go play with Stanley. Jim and I have things to attend to."

Still laughing weakly, Blair crawled over and collapsed on Stanley. "I don't know about you, man, but I gotta catch my breath."

Stanley hugged him. "'S okay by me. We're gonna have a nice floorshow here in a minute, I think."

Benny was kneeling up on the mattress, and Jim crawled over to kneel up before him. "Hello."

Benton smiled. "Hello, yourself."

Then they more or less fell on each other. It wasn't quite a wrestling match, but it came close. Jim managed to push back and get on top of him. The Mountie countered by wrapping his legs around the dark haired man's waist and rolling them over so that he was above. All the while they were trying to devour each other's mouths, licking, kissing, and nipping. When Jim rolled them over again, he miscalculated available space.

There was an impressive thump as they both hit the floor. Laughter floated up, and the two men left on the bed looked at each other. Blair said wryly, "When tops collide."

Stan yelled, "Benny! Get your butt back on the bed. Ellison, don't you dare pop his cherry unless I get to watch."

"C'mon, Ben. Unhook so we can stand up. You'll be a lot more comfortable on the bed. Besides, I can't reach the lube and condoms from here."

"They could always pass them down."

"Benny..."

"Oh, very well."

Jim stood up, and helped Benton to his feet. The second he got him upright, they went into another clinch. Jim grabbed Fraser's ass, massaging the firm cheeks, and dragged him tight against his body. Both men had been semi-hard by the time they got their clothes off. The recent play had brought them to full erection, and their cocks rubbed together between their bodies.

Stanley was watching avidly. He said, "I wanna get Benny ready. Bring him over here, Jim."

Jim tumbled them both onto the mattress, and maneuvered till he was lying under Fraser. His hands fastened on the smooth globes of Fraser's buttocks, and he spread them. "Go on, Stan. Open him up for me."

Blair watched as Stanley took the lubricant, and coated his fingers with it, considerately warming it. He lovingly stroked the crease all the way down, spreading a generous film of lubricant. Benton sighed, and spread his legs to give his partner better access. He laid his head on Jim's chest, eyes half closing. "That feels very nice, Ray."

"It's gonna feel a lot better, Benny, I promise." He massaged strongly, working around the tight ring of flesh that guarded the entrance to Benton's body. "You just hang on to Jim now. I'm gonna slip one finger in."

Fraser gripped Jim's shoulders as his partner slowly slid his greased finger into his anal passage, and began moving it in and out. "Oh my," he whispered.

Blair scooted over to watch. "Can I go get the camera?"

"No," Jim said.

"Now wait a minute, Jim," Fraser objected.

"I think I'd kinda like to have this immortalized, personally," said Stanley.

Jim shook his head. "All right, you perverts. But make sure it's the Polaroid, Blair. No negatives." Blair made a noise that wasn't quite a squeal and hopped off the bed. In a moment he was back, and moved in close.

"I'd say look happy, but that is so totally unnecessary." Blair occasionally snapped pictures while Stanley worked a second finger into the Mountie's ass, and began scissoring them to spread the flesh.

"Stanley, do you think you could touch my prostate? Blair really seemed to enjoy that.'

"Well, I'll try, buddy. But you gotta remember, my hands are smaller than yours. I'm gonna have to push."

"That will be fine."

Stanley took a breath, and cautiously increased pressure. he rotated his hand, and groped upward. Benny stiffened, eyes flying wide open, and gasped. "Oh, my! Blair, I can understand your reaction now. It is quite... intense. Please do that again, Ray."

"Happy to." He dug deeply.

Benton yelped, and jerked his hips frantically against Jim. "Okay, I think it's time. Pull out, Stan."

Stanley did, and once again the couple rolled over, this time staying on the bed. Jim picked up Fraser's legs and draped them over his shoulders, moving into position.

Blair snapped another picture, and said, "Blessed Protector, don't forget the blessed protection, okay?"

"Shit. Hand me a rubber, somebody, quick!"

"Lemme." Stanley tore open the prophylactic, and rolled it down over Jim's weeping cock, then gave it a little pat. "Take good care of my baby, Ellison."

"Will do." He looked down at Fraser. "You ready for this, Benny?"

"Yes, Jim. Very much so."

"Good. Cause I may not be able to be quite as patient and gentle as I'd like."

"I am far from fragile."

"Yeah. Okay, then." Jim reached down and carefully fitted himself in place, nudging so that the very tip of his latex clad cock head pressed against the little pucker. He held himself steady, knowing that he was going to have to push harder than he had initially with Stanley. Fraser was completely virgin territory. Aside from a few required medical probes, nothing and no one had ever plumbed that delectable ass. "Slow or fast, Benny?"

"You choose."

Jim laughed, a little breathlessly. "That's right. Put all the responsibility on me. Okay, fast and slow." Jim pushed steadily. The tight ring spread gradually, and finally his glans eased past it, and it snugged around him. Ben had a surprised look on his face, but didn't seem to be in pain. "How's it going?"

"You're extremely hot, Jim. Both in temperature, and sexually."

"Whoo! You got him using contractions, Jim!" Blair exulted.

"Okay, now I'm not worried about him having a good time," Stanley said, relieved.

"Kodak moment!" Blair snapped a picture.

Jim pushed slowly, sliding in an inch at a time, till he was half buried. "Still okay, Frase?" "Ummmmmmm..." It was a purr.

"Now comes the quick part." Jim gathered himself, and lunged, hard. His cock head rubbed over Fraser's prostate, wringing a yell from the Canadian, and he didn't stop till he was buried full length into the incredibly tight, hot passage. He threw his head back, gritting his teeth, willing himself not to come right away.

They were both panting, Jim's breath hissing through clenched teeth. His eyes were half closed, and Blair knew he was on the edge of a zone out from the intense sensations. He knew his duties as a Guide, lover, and friend, and immediately started talking to him, "Jim, hang on, babe. Focus, don't let go." He rubbed his back. "C'mon, man. Do it for yourself and for Fraser. You can feel his pulse can't you? All around you? Focus on that, Jim, the beat of his heart. You can do it."

While Blair whispered to his Sentinel, Stanley bent over Fraser, gently caressing his suddenly sweaty face. "You okay, baby?" He murmured.

"Yes, Ray."

"Feels good, doesn't it?"

"Oh, Ray..."

"I know." He kissed Benton.

"Ray," Fraser's voice was small, "You have to promise me..."

"What, babe?"

"You... have to promise me that you'll do this to me some day."

Stanley kissed him again. "Oh, yeah. Never doubt that."

Jim was nodding to Blair, indicating that he had pulled himself back and was prepared to continue. Blair leaned down and licked Benny's nipples in a friendly, congratulatory gesture. "All right, Benny! You're butt is now officially open for business. Are you rrrready to rrrrumble?"

Blank look. "What?"

Stan sighed. "Beautiful, but unaware of the finer aspects of American culture."

Jim, who had quite enough of talk, thank you very much, started to move. He slid in and out with shallow strokes, only pulling back half way each time so that Fraser would not have to readjust every time he reinserted.

Fraser didn't zone, but he probably came as close to it as it was possible for a non-Sentinel to get. His eyes unfocused. He began to try to lift himself up to meet Jim's thrusts. Stanley and Blair watched for a moment longer. Blair cocked his head, hearing a low thrumming sound, and poked Stanley, "He hums!"

"Yeah, first time I've heard that. I'm lookin' forward to it."

Blair picked up the lubricant and squeezed some onto his fingers, then reached behind and began to prepare himself. "This won't take but a minute, Stan. I have got to get you inside me. Those two have me hotter than a half screwed fox in a forest fire."

Stan watched as Blair's fingers stroked in and out of his ass hole, and squeezed his own dick. "You ain't gettin' any protest from me, teach."

Blair had a look of intent concentration on his face as he worked at loosening himself up. He wanted to be loose enough to avoid most of the pain, but tight enough for maximum friction for both of them. He was trying to judge by comparing Stanley and Jim's equipment.

Finally he settled on his hands and knees, legs spread. "Okay, Vecchio. Make like an Italian Stallion and mount up."

"Ready to ride, pony boy." He reached up and tugged at the curtain of hair falling over Blair's shoulders. "Even got a mane."

"Whinny. Get going."

"Hang on, hang on. Can't go in bareback." Stanley was fitting on a condom.

"Shit, we've got more double entendre here than a Bogie and Bacall movie."

"Yeah, they probably did it doggy style. I bet Humphrey was a real stud."

"Well, he wasn't really tall, ya know, and short guys are notoriously virile."

Between grunts, Jim said, "I'm getting you for that later, Sandburg."

"Promises, promises!" The last syllable was a squeak as Stanley slammed home. He lunged against Blair, driving his hard on deep into the tight heat. "Ooooooh, Stanley!"

"Like that?"

"Luuuuuv that. More."

"Shit, babe that's all I got." He sounded amused.

"Well, you don't intend to just leave it in there, do you? Move."

"Giddyap." Stanley started to thrust.

For a while there was no more conversation. Everyone was concentrating. There was only the sound of harsh breaths, grunts, moans, and the meaty slap of damp flesh coming together.

Ellison had increased the depths of his strokes till he was now pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. This brought his cock head over Fraser's prostate with increasing frequency, and Benton was jerking helplessly with each jolt of pleasure. Jim reached down to jerk him off. But before he could grasp Fraser's quivering prick, the writhing man came, his semen jetting strongly to coat his belly. The sight of the beautiful man cumming without a hand being laid on his cock sent Jim over the edge in a howling frenzy, hips moving in almost a blur. He tried to brace his feet as he came, shoving forward frantically. It was a good thing his feet slid on the sheets, or Fraser would have gotten his head knocked against the headboard.

Jim eased Fraser's legs off his shoulders, letting his cock slip out. He gently massaged the Mountie's thighs, to be sure there were no cramps. Touched by this consideration, Benton leaned up to kiss him, then stripped off the now heavy condom and deposited it in the bedside wastebasket. He and Jim snuggled into each other's arms, and turned their attention to the pair on the other side of the bed. It was their turn for a show.

Stanley, kneeling behind Blair, was fucking him with strong, short jabs. Blair's head was down, hair hanging in his face as he panted and pushed back to meet each lunge with enthusiasm. Ben looked at Jim, smiling, and said, "Aren't they cute?"

"Adorable."

Blair was bracing himself with one hand, masturbating with the other. After a moment, Jim whispered to Benton, who nodded. Jim got off the bed and walked around to the other side while Benny crawled closer to the copulating couple.

Jim took hold of Blair around the shoulders. "Kneel up, Chief." When Blair obeyed, rearing up on his knees, Jim said, "Stanley, wrap your arms around him and help him stay up while you fuck him." Stanley tucked his arms around Blair, holding him securely about the waist.

Then Jim proceeded to lavish Blair's nipples with licks and nips. Blair moaned, wiggling and twisting in appreciation as the little buds seemed to swell even tighter, reddening under Jim's erotic assault. Meantime, Jim slipped his hand back behind him and began giving Stanley thorough manual stimulation, stroking and pinching till he was echoing Blair's delighted sounds.

Just when Blair thought there was no way on Earth it could get any better, and he would probably die if it did, Benton bent down and took his weeping cock into the hot, wet depths of his mouth and started sucking him off.

"That's it!" Blair panted. "Take me now, Lord! It can't get any better than this. This is how I want to go out."

Jim paused in his licking long enough to say, "Shut up, Chief," then resumed, scraping the sensitive flesh lightly with the edge of his teeth.

Under such an erotic assault, Blair couldn't last long. In moments he was shoving at Benny, fucking into his mouth as his cream exploded. Blair was too breathless to scream. All that came out was a soft exhalation. The clenching of his anal passage was all it took to trigger Stanley's orgasm, and he swayed with its power. Both he and Blair would have toppled over if their partners hadn't taken hold of them and gently lowered them to the mattress. It was Jim who removed the used condom this time.

Benton and Jim herded the two spent men into the center of the bed. Stanley, who refused to make a trip to the bathroom, used the closest pair of underwear to clean Benny, and then he and Blair climbed in on either side of the others. The fit was snug, but with a little spooning, possible. Even comfortable. Blair and Stanley lay facing each other, with their respective partners molded to their backs. Jim made Blair tuck his hair under his head before he drifted off. "I love you, Chief, but that waking up with hair in my mouth thing..."

"There are other sorts of hair you aren't as picky about getting in your face..."

"Shut up, smart ass. Go to sleep."

Ray tipped his head back to kiss Benton. "G'night, Canuck."

"Good night, Ray. Sweet dreams."

"Oh, yeah."

Part Sixteen - Free Day

Jim woke up with hair in his mouth anyway. He spit it out without waking up his Guide, mentally resigning himself. If I want the body, and the mind, and the heart, I take the hair, too. Besides... He softly petted Blair's loose curls, and his lover purred in his sleep. It is sexy as hell.

He sat up carefully, and noticed that there were only three bodies in the bed right now. Blair and Stan were still snoring in gentle two part harmony, but Benton was nowhere in sight.

Jim cocked his head, and dialed up his hearing. Well, he hardly needed to bother. The sound of the shower downstairs was pretty clear. And, as he listened, it was joined by a clear, quiet baritone voice singing 'Oh, Canada.' Jim couldn't help grinning.

He eased out of bed, pulled on some clothes, and made his way down to the kitchen. It was Saturday, he and Blair did not have to go in, and he was in the mood for a completely bad for you treat that he hadn't had in a long, long time.

In the kitchen, he half filled a deep pot with oil, and let it heat, preparing a paper towel lined platter. He also located a small paper bag, put a couple of scoops of sugar in it, and added a liberal dusting of cinnamon. After a moment's though, he added a pinch of ground cloves, too, closed the bag, and shook it to stir the mixture.

Then he opened the refrigerator and located two cans of biscuits. He stripped the paper off them, and rapped each tube sharply on the edge of the counter, being careful to hit the line scored in a spiral up the cardboard tube. The cardboard split along the line neatly each time, and Jim extracted the pale, slightly sticky disks of biscuit dough.

He pinched a tiny glob off one, and dropped it in the shimmering grease. It sizzled, and floated almost immediately to the surface, puffing and beginning to brown. Nodding in satisfaction, he used his thumb to poke a hole in the biscuit, then stretched it out into a ring, and eased it into the fat.

Like the blob before it, it rose to the surface, bubbles breaking all around it, and began to puff and brown. Jim repeated the process with another biscuit, then turned the first one. By the time it was done, it was time to turn the second. He did, scooping out the first and setting it to drain, quickly preparing another biscuit, and eased it into the fat. He wouldn't do more than two at a time. Otherwise the temperature of the grease might drop, and the donuts would take too long to cook, getting rubbery.

He quickly picked up the still first donut, dropped it in the sack of flavored sugar, and gave it a brisk shake before returning it to the platter. By that time he had to remove the second donut, turn the third, and start preparing the fourth. He was very busy for a while.

Benton, freshly scrubbed, followed the delicious, yeasty aroma into the kitchen. He paused at the entrance, watching the big Cascade policeman quickly and efficiently turning out fried pastry. He came farther into the room. "What are those, Jim? They smell fantastic."

Jim glanced around, and did a double take. "Benny, stay right where you are. I wouldn't advice coming anywhere near a deep fryer while you're naked."

"Oh, of course." Benton took a step backward. "But what are those?"

"Just canned biscuit donuts."

"Canned...?"

"You know, the canned kind you get in the cold section of the store? All you do is poke a hole in 'em and fry." He demonstrated. "See?"

"Why, that is ingenious!"

"You're mom never made them for you?"

"My mother died when I was very young, Jim. My grandmother did not favor any sort of food that could be remotely classified as 'junk'. She believed heartily in bran."

Jim groaned. "Oh, Benny! You had a deprived childhood. Look, go get dressed, wouldya? You're distracting me, and I don't want to burn the donuts."

Fraser went back up to the loft in search of his clothes. When he arrived, both Blair and Stanley were sitting up and yawning. And sniffing. Blair groaned. "Oh, man. Jim must be in a good mood. He's frying donuts. I'm gonna gain a ton before you guys leave. I'll have to eat nothing but rabbit food for a week in penance."

Stanley was off the bed, getting dressed. "Donuts, you said? Fresh donuts?"

"Like that idea, huh?"

"It will be a struggle not to just jump over the rail in order to get to them more quickly." Stanley pattered down the stairs. A moment later they could hear loud, happy groans from the kitchen.

Benny remarked, "Ray loves donuts almost as much as Diefenbaker."

Blair gave him a mischievous look. "How do you know that's from food? Maybe he and Jim are getting it on again?"

"Because," Benny smiled. "Jim would not allow him around the deep fat fryer in an unclothed state."

"Hm. Well, it's gonna happen again before you two leave. Stanley told me Jim promised he could fuck him if he'd get shaved."

Benny's eyes went round. "Oh my. What a mental image."

"Yeah." Blair got up and started dressing. "Doesn't happen often, but definitely an event not to be missed."

When they got downstairs, the donuts were finished, sitting in a steaming, fragrant pile, and Jim and Stanley were placidly munching away. Stanley said, "Yo, Mountie. Jim says you can make these jelly donuts if you have a pastry bag. Wouldn't Dief...?"

"Ray, I forbid you to mention this to Diefenbaker. I would never again have a moment's peace, and he would soon approach St. Bernard size."

Blair, who showed a remarkable capacity for junk food, despite the amount of sprouts and tofu he was constantly trying to push on Jim, was already on his second donut. "Should we keep the watch on Solly today, or do you think it would be safe to leave him to hospital security?"

They all considered. Finally Benton said slowly, "Of course, Kol could not have contacted Mr. Bernie to inform him of his failure. But..."

Stanley nodded, completing his partners thought, as Jim and Blair sometimes did with each other, "We got no way of knowing if Pavel not contacting him isn't some sort of signal in itself. I say we need to keep someone there. If the Cascade force can't spare the manpower, we can camp out again, I guess."

"That shouldn't be necessary," Jim offered. "Our PR department shouldn't be too hard to convince that this would look good with the public. Plus the fact that we'll get a little credit for helping with whatever Solly turns for you guys."

"Good." Blair continued. "Then unless things go kaflooie, we have the day, cause I'd be major surprised if they'd agree to let Solly go before tomorrow, what with all he's been through in the last 48 hours."

"So, what do we do today?" Stan polished off a glass of milk, leaving a white rim over his upper lip. He started to wipe it on his sleeve, but Benton gently caught his arm, leaned over, and licked it away. The cleansing turned into a prolonged kiss, involving a couple of very nimble tongues. When Fraser sat back, Stan said breathlessly, "Yeah, that's okay with me."

"There are no classes at the university today. I promised Benny I'd show him the anthro collection at the library."

Stan looked a little disappointed, sighing. "Yeah, that would be cool. We should all go check on Solly first."

As they were getting ready to go, Jim whispered to Stanley, "Don't be so down in the mouth. I know Blair. One of his kinks is doing it in unusual places, and there are a lot of deserted rooms on campus." Stanley perked up considerably.

A pretty, sour faced nurse was stalking out of Solly's room when they arrived, and they could hear a dirty giggle from the room's occupant. "Oh my," said Benton. "Has Solly been up to mischief again?"

The nurse paused, hands on hips. "I was in the Navy. If that guy's hands had been free, it woulda been like Tailhook in there. I'm not surprised someone tried to poison him."

Fraser said, "Has his doctor indicated when he might be released for transport back to Chicago?"

"Yeah. You can have the turkey tomorrow morning, any time after nine. Do us all a favor and synchronize your watches so you don't waste a nanosecond." She left, muttering under her breath, something about putting a bedpan in the freezer for later.

They entered, and Jim said, "Solly, what have you been doing?"

Solly, looking remarkably chipper for someone who had just come through a near death experience, grinned. "Bite me."

Blair sighed, getting between his Sentinel and the bed. "Solly, you really don't want to say that to Jim. Trust me on this."

Solly shrugged, as best he could. "Aye, did I have a visitor yesterday? Dere's a 'Get Well' card anna Mars bar onda nightstand. Dat bitch wudden lemme have dat candy."

"Those were from my marshmallow hearted partner," said Stanley. "But you did have a visitor from Chicago yesterday, Solly. You don't remember?"

Solly frowned. "Nah. Dat wuz some pretty good shit dey gave me. If my gut din' hurt so bad, I'd wish I had annuder 'pendix for 'em ta yank."

"Mm. Well, yah see this particular little hole in your arm right here, Solly?" Stan touched the bruised place on the inside of Solly's forearm. "That little calling card was from your other visitor."

Solly peered at the discolored spot, puzzled. "What da hell is dat for? Somebody pinch me? Who did dat?"

Are you familiar with the name Pavel Kol?" asked. "Oh, my! That is the most alarming shade of green! Blair, he looks even worse than you did when Stanley talked about..."

"Yeah. Yeah, Benny. Don't remind 'im, huh? Last thing we need is having 'im whoops his cookies again."

Blair sounded indignant. "I'm not that delicate."

Jim pinched his ass. "Oh, my little passion flower?"

Blair pushed his hand away, giving him a smoldering, but wry look, growling, "Don't get me started, Sentinel."

"Look," Solly whined. "You gotta do somethin'. That motherfucker is serious business. I'm jus' a little cheese, why da hell did Uncle Bernie send dat big ass rat after me?"

"Oh, come on, Solly," chided Stanley. "Because he's more scared of us and the Feds than he is of your mom."

Solly looked doubtful. "I dunno. Mom is pretty fuckin' scary. She t'reatend ta kneecap 'im if he kep' screwin' aroun' on Aunt Betty."

"Look, all you have to do is co-operate when you get back to Chicago. And Solly? I'd really, really consider it. 'Cause if Kol sings like I think he will, they might decide they don't need you. Then your butt is in the pen for a loooooong time."

Solly's previously pale face flushed. "Dey can't do dat! I gots a constipational right ta rat out my fam'ly."

Jim checked his watch. "Speaking of constipation, though I almost wish I could be outside this room when the nurse brings that bed pan, we ought to get going. Consider carefully, Solly."

As they trooped out, they passed the nurse, who was entering with a metal bedpan in hand and a wicked smile on her face.

Down at the elevator, Benton said, "You know, I am intimately acquainted with cold weather phenomena. If I didn't know it was impossible, I would swear that I saw frost on that bedpan."

As he finished speaking, there was a sudden shriek from down the hall, and the unmistakable sound of feminine laughter. Jim, whistling and gazing at the ceiling to avoid having a major giggle fit at the look on the Mountie's face (like Blair and Stanley), punched the 'down' button.

Part Seventeen - Campus Tour

"It's not that I'm anti-education," Stanley explained. "Heck, I take criminal justice courses, and modern history is way interesting, buuuuut..."

"But you don't view it as a recreational activity."

They were in the cab of the truck. Jim was filling the tank, and Benton was stretching his legs.

"Um, yeah." Stanley looked sheepish. "But I know Benny is interested in that tribal stuff you keep taking about, so it's all right with me."

Blair grinned, reaching over to stroke Stanley's hair. "Oooh, it isn't all dry stuffiness at the U. Correct me if I'm wrong, here. Jim sort of coerced you into that barbering session, didn't he?"

Stanley grimaced wryly. "Yeah. I got into it, but that dude is persistent."

"You're telling me? And I believe I heard that he'd also promised you a go at that hard ass of his."

Stan grinned. "Oh, yeah."

"Stanley, do you believe in payback?"

Stanley's eyes danced. "Ooooh, yeah!"

"Then I have a little suggestion as to how we ALL might benefit from your go round." Mindful of Sentinel hearing, even if Jim was concentrating on Fraser's butt at the moment, Blair leaned close to Stanley and started whispering. Stanley listened intently, and the grin spread to shit-eating proportions. "Kewl. You'll set it up?"

Blair nodded. "There isn't much to do, so it won't take but a minute. The anthro building is right next to the library. I'll just say I need to check something in my office, and you guys should go in to the library. Once we've been in a few minutes, make your excuses. You shouldn't have any trouble leading him out. When you're done, just come on back."

Stanley started humming the theme from 'Mission: Impossible'. Blair smiled. "Yeah, I always wanted to see the Tom Cruise character get it on with the Dougray Scott character. Face it, there was wary too much tension between them for it to be strictly rivalry. I say he was with Nya on the rebound from Ethan."

"Works for me. The henchman wasn't bad, either."

"Or the pilot."

"The computer expert. We're a couple a sluts. You know that, don't you?"

"Sluts have more fun."

"Can't argue with that."

As soon as they pulled into the university library parking lot, Blair hopped out and headed for the anthropology building. "Be right with ya!" he called back over his shoulder. "Jim, go on and take them to the first floor display cases."

Jim grumbled something about Blair neglecting his duties as a host, but led the two visitors into the library. Benton was eyeing Stanley curiously. "Stanley, I believe I recognize that expression. What are you up to?"

"You'll find out."

Benny sighed. "Am I going to be pleased, or appalled?"

"Well, up until yesterday, I'd have said appalled. Now, I think not."

"Interesting."

"Very. If I decide to lure Ellison off, don't come along, okay?"

"Ah."

"Man, Benny, you can say more with one syllable than most people can in six or seven complete complex sentences."

Benton was soon absorbed in arrowheads and pottery shards. Blair returned to them in a few moments. He caught Stanley's eye, and circled his thumb and forefinger in the 'okay' sign. Stanley pretended interest in some of the clay beads, then said casually, "Ellison, you know your way around this place right? Come show me some of the sights while Blair and Benny natter about this stuff."

Jim lifted his eyebrows, but left with Stanley when Blair and assured him they would be fine on their own. Once outside, Jim said, "What sort of sights do you want to see, Vecchio?"

"The same sort you can see in life study classes in art. C'mon." He led Jim to the anthropology building.

"I hate to burst your bubble, but this isn't the art building, and even if it was, they don't have any classes today..."

"Perfect. No, it's just that if this university is anything like any of the other campuses I've ever been on, I should find...Yeah."

He opened one of two doors set close together, and waved Jim before him, into the room. Jim stood, looking around. It was tiny. The only furniture was two sturdy chairs and a heavy table. And, on one wall, there was a large mirror. "Observation room." He pointed at the mirror. "Two way, so the observers can look in."

"Yeah. Just a second." Stanley disappeared. Jim heard another door open, then close, and he was back. "I checked. No one in there. So Ellison, what else does this room remind you of?" Jim shook his head. "Doesn't remind you of certain interrogation rooms?"

"Yeah, come to think of it, it does."

Stanley stepped into the room, closing and locking the door. "You know about good cop, bad cop, right?"

"Who doesn't?"

Stanley's expression was suddenly cold. "Well, smart ass, meet bad cop." He pointed at a chair. "Siddown, punk."

Jim didn't smile, but he was grinning inside. He loved role-playing, and he didn't get to play the more helpless role all that often. He crossed his arms, staring at Stanley coolly. "You ain't read me my rights, cop."

"You have the right to do like I say, if you don't want my foot up your tight ass, boy. Now sit!"

Oh, he's good! I'm gonna enjoy this. Jim slumped in the chair, radiating contempt. He could do that very well. He'd gone undercover as a male prostitute in vice, and he had the street whore's attitude down--sullen, and wary.

Stanley paced around him. "This is the sixth time you've been busted for soliciting, Ellison. Six! I've told you before, peddle your mouth and your ass if you want to, but not on my turf. I have to deal with enough shit from the higher ups as it is."

"How the hell was I s'posed to know that john was a cop? Aren't you bastards s'posed to have dress regulations, or something? I mean, his fucking hair was over his shoulders."

"Watch your mouth about Detective Sandburg, punk. He's a good cop."

"Yeah? Well, he sure was enjoyin' my hand on his dick before he slapped the cuffs on me."

Stanley leaned over Jim. "Who said cops can't enjoy that?"

Jim acted confused. "What? I don't get you?"

"Who said a cop can't appreciate a skilled hand, or a hot mouth, or a juicy ass? What I'm talkin' about here, Ellison, is your compulsion to strut your wares where you shouldn't. There are clubs. There are bars. I don't want you on my corner."

Jim shifted. He was starting to get hard. And, where he was standing, Stanley's crotch was close to his eye level, and he could tell that the Chicago cop was aroused, too.

"Well, fuck. Excuse me all the hell for littering up your turf. So you're saying I can sell it as long as I don't do it in the streets and scare the horses?"

"I didn't say that."

"But you meant it."

"It's no use talking to you. Maybe six months inside will take some of the starch out of you."

"No, wait! Shit, I don't wanna go back inside!"

"Why should I let you off?"

"Aw, crap. I'll be good, Vecchio, okay? I'll stay out of the streets. I'll work with one of the escort services, I know I can get on."

"That's all in the future. Promises. What can you do right now to show me that you mean it?"

Jim looked up at him, eyes going sultry. He licked his lips slowly, "What do you want me to do for you, Vecchio?"

Stanley silently opened his pants, and took out his cock. He was already fully aroused. As Jim looked, a crystal bead of pre cum oozed from the pee slit on his rosy cock head, quivered for a second, then slid down. Another started to form. Jim licked his lips again. "You can suck that, then take it up your ass. That's what you can do now."

"I don't have any lube or rubbers."

"I do. Quit stalling and lick it."

With a show of reluctance, Jim leaned forward, put out his tongue, and barely touched it to Stanley's glans, delicately capturing the second drop of fluid before it could slide down. Stanley shivered. "More, bitch. Suck it."

Jim bared his teeth at him, then began lapping. He swirled his tongue over the heated, swollen flesh, moving from the tip, down the shaft to his balls, and back again.

Stanley enjoyed the attentions for a couple of minutes. "You're good at that, Jim. You deserve you're reputation as a champion dick licker. But I said suck it. Now, get it in your mouth, and I want deep throat."

"Fuck, you're kinda big for that, Vecchio."

"I have confidence in you."

Jim was starting to breathe heavier. He growled, "I'll give you this, Vecchio. You got nerve, letting your prick come this close to my teeth."

"Let's be clear on something. If I bleed, you bleed--and a lot more than I will. Now suck me."

Keeping his eyes fixed on Stanley's face, he bent forward and took just the head into his mouth, and began sucking. Just that for a little while, like it was a lollipop. When Stanley started to push deeper, Jim pulled back, releasing him with a wet smack. Stanley cursed, and grabbed his head. "Suck, damnit!"

This time he pushed in strongly. Two thirds of his cock sank in smoothly before he was obstructed, and Jim made a little choking noise. Stanley pulled back, just a little. He leaned down and spoke in Jim's ear. "Listen, cunt. You're going to take all of it--first in your mouth, then up that pretty white ass. Now, you can either relax and enjoy it, or choke. Frankly, I don't care. I can get off either way."

Jim put his hands on Stanley's hips and pushed him back, managing to get his mouth free, despite the painful grip in his hair. Stanley wasn't easing up. He was playing this, you should pardon the expression, to the hilt. Jim was so hot he could hardly stand it. He panted, "Christ, gimme a minute. Wait... let me concentrate. I need to relax the throat muscles..."

"Don't talk about it, do it!"

"All right, all right!" Jim took a couple of deep, calming breaths, and concentrated on relaxing his throat muscles. The meditation techniques Blair had taught him had uses that the yogis who'd developed them probably hadn't imagined. This time when he took Vecchio into his mouth, he sank smoothly down till he had engulfed him entirely. He sucked as best he could though I could get stronger suction on a smaller section, and growled.

"Fuck!" Stanley cried. Jim started to bob on his erection, taking him in fully every three or four strokes. Stanley had grabbed his shoulders for support, and made small thrusting motions with his hips. He looked over Jim, and watched their reflection in the two-way mirror.

And smiled.

Part Eighteen - Grading on a Curve

"Absolutely fascinating, Blair."

"Yeah. It's small, but it's choice."

"I could not agree more."

Blair yelped, and jumped, as Constable Benton Fraser of the RCMP goosed him. "Hey!" He backed away, rubbing his behind protectively. "I was talking about the collection, man."

"That, also."

"Whoa, you certainly have gotten over that repression thing quickly."

"You have created a monster."

"Nah. Unleashed, maybe, not created. I can't possibly take credit for you. All the glory goes to Stanley."

Benny smiled fondly. "Yes, that would be a fair assumption. By the way, Blair, do you happen to know what it is Stanley had in store for Jim? He was looking inordinately pleased with himself when they left."

Blair spread the fingers of one hand on his chest, eyes wide and innocent. "You don't think we were plotting anything, do you?"

"I refuse to answer that question on the grounds that it might spoil my chances of getting to have sex with you again."

"Not likely. C'mon, you've seen everything worth seeing here. Let's go to the anthro building. I'll show you one of the lecture halls. They keep them locked on the weekends, but I have a key."

Benton followed along. He pretty much figured that a lecture room was a lecture room was a lecture room, but if it made Blair happy...

It was a big one, able to seat a couple of hundred students at a time. They came in at the top, and Blair locked the door behind them, then bounded down the slanted aisle to the lecture area in front. "Pick a seat!"

"Oh. Um. All right." Benton made his way about two thirds down, then chose a seat in the center section, on the aisle. Blair was writing on the chalkboard that ran across the front of the room.

"Pull your desk up, man. You're in class."

"I am?"

"You are." Blair had written PROFESSOR SANDBURG in large, scrawling letters. Benny flipped the little desk attached to the arm of the seat up and over his lap, resting his arms across it. A bit crowded, but possible. Blair laid aside the chalk, and began to pace the front of the room, giving a lecture on the comparative courting rituals of primitive societies. Benny rested his chin in his hands, eyes following the compact figure as he strode back and forth. It wasn't what he had been hoping for, but it was interesting. Blair was never less than interesting...

"...Mr. Fraser?"

Benton blinked. "Um. I'm sorry, Blair..." A scowl, and a finger pointed to the black board. "Professor Sandburg." Fraser felt a little tingle. "I'm afraid I wasn't listening very closely."

"Well, that is just plain rude, Mr. Fraser ." Blair's voice held a snappish tone Benton had never heard before, and he suspected that very few other people had heard it. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but the RCMP is paying your way through this university, is it not?"

"Uh... yes, sir. Full scholarship."

"It hardly seems to me like they're getting their money's worth. I've seen your previous work. You're obviously very bright, but you don't apply yourself." He sighed gustily. "Come down here."

Fraser struggled out of his chair, and came down the aisle. Blair picked up a piece of paper off the desk and handed it to him. "Explain this to me."

It was blank. "Uhh..."

"Yes, uh. That is a horrible grade, Mr. Fraser. Did you study at all?"

"Things have been... difficult, sir."

"There are no excuses for slackness like that. I haven't recorded this yet. Do you know what will happen when I do?" Benton shook his head. Blair arched his eyebrows. "You'll be back wherever it was you came from, Mr. Fraser. Relegated to a back office job for whatever pitiful span of 'career' you have. They aren't going to let this slide." He took the paper back.

"Please, sir, do you have to record it? Couldn't I take the test again?"

"Don't be ridiculous, of course I have to record it. And I don't do retests when simple laziness is the excuse."

"It wasn't that, sir, I swear. Couldn't I perhaps do some extra credit work to bring the grade up to an acceptable level?"

Blair scratched his chin, eyeing Fraser. He let his eyes slide down the long, well muscled body thoughtfully, then slowly laid the paper on the desk. "I'm not sure. It would have to be a very special project to warrant changing that to a passing grade. What do you suggest?"

Benton lowered his head and said humbly. "I do not know, sir. I... was hoping you might suggest something."

"Mm. Well... Perhaps something having to do with... classic forms of education. What do you know about the teacher/pupil relationship in ancient Greece, Mr. Fraser ?"

"Not much, sir."

"Among the nobility, young men were educated by tutors: older men who guided them and taught them in every aspect of life, not just academics."

"Oh? Like what kinds of things... sir?" Benny put a meek, but suggestive, emphasis on the title.

"Life, social skills, love... sex. I'm assuming you've had sex with a woman, Constable?"

Benton flushed. "Yes, sir."

"Were they satisfied?"

"I... I believe so. They gave every indication..."

He waved away the rest of the words. "What about men?"

"Beg pardon?"

"Men, Fraser, men. You're not deaf. Have you had any sexual experiences with men?"

He whispered. "No, sir."

Blair snorted. "Well, it seems your classical education has been sorely neglected. I suppose if you were to demonstrate a little expertise in that area, I could see my way clear to bringing that mark up to... a C. Perhaps even a B, if you show aptitude and enthusiasm."

"I am eager to study at your feet, sir."

Blair's eyes glittered. "That's not the part of me you'll be studying at, Fraser." He stepped over to the Mountie, moving up flush against him, reached around, and grabbed his ass with both hands, pulling him close so that their groins bumped.

Benton let his eyes go wide, as if he were surprised by the large, warm erection he found grinding again his crotch. "Sir!"

"Do you want this grade or not?" Blair rubbed up against him. He could feel Benny responding, the rapid thickening. "Let me put it this way. I can change that grade with just a few strokes of my pen. All you have to do to get me to do that is be willing to accept a few strokes of a different kind."

Fraser nodded slowly. "Teach me."

Blair slid a hand down the front of Frazer's sweat pants, inside his shorts, and closed his hand around the other man's hard on, pumping lazily.

"This isn't going to be an oral lesson, Fraser. I'm going to demonstrate a... deep teaching method."

"I'm anxious to take it all in, sir."

"Good." Blair unbuttoned his jeans with his other hand, his rhythm never faltering as he pumped his lover's cock. Fraser was even more turned on when he saw that Blair wasn't wearing underwear again. The young man certainly believed in being stripped for action.

Benton licked his lips as Blair teased his erection out of the tight jeans, then pushed Benton's sweatpants and shorts down his hips. "Get out of those."

Fraser obeyed. Blair watched with heated eyes, fondling himself. When Benton was naked from the waist down, he said hoarsely, "Play with yourself, Fraser."

Fraser blushed. He was much more sexually experienced than he had been when he'd come to Cascade, but he'd never put on a show before. Not unless you counted that spectacular fuck he'd had with Jim, but he'd really just more or less been along for the ride on that.

Now he touched himself tentatively. He noticed the clear bead of liquid on his cock head, and smeared it experimentally. The smooth slide was pleasing. He gathered more of the liquid as it oozed out, and used it to slick himself.

Blair masturbated, watching him. "Bend over the desk." he ordered, "But don't stop frigging yourself." Benny bent over the desk, resting his torso on it. It made his ass jut at a tempting angle. And, even with his long legs, Blair would be able to reach his goal without difficulty.

"I have a rubber, but no lube, Fraser. I'll have to prepare you the old fashioned way. But then, you're the one who believes in tasting things, aren't you?"

Blair pried Benton's buttocks apart, exposing his ass hole. It still looked plenty tight, despite the workout Jim had given it the day before. Blair squatted, his hand working on his own cock, and buried his face in the spread crevice. Damn, he even tastes fresh here, Blair thought, lapping at the tiny pucker.

Benny groaned, and it flexed. Blair grinned, and intensified his efforts. The oral stimulation was beginning to make Benton relax. He moaned and muttered to himself as Blair gradually inserted his tongue into Benton's back passage, then began moving it in and out. He thought that if it was indeed possible to die from sheer pleasure, this would be a possibly lethal activity.

"Show me your hand, Fraser." A little puzzled, Fraser extended his hand back to Blair. He felt the anthropologist grab his wrist. "Good. You're really slick with your juice." He threaded Fraser's hand between the Mountie's legs, then drew Fraser's hands back, pressing his fingers to his own ass. "Open yourself up for me, Fraser."

Without hesitation, Benton plunged one finger deep inside himself. He moaned with the sudden ache, and Blair said sharply, "Don't hurt yourself!" But Fraser needed this, and wasn't about to slow down. He immediately crammed a second finger in beside the first, working them strongly. "Damn it, Fraser!" He twisted, and crooked his fingers, shoving hard...

...and found his own prostate. Fraser shuddered against the desktop, gasping, and Blair said mildly, "Oh. Well. Never mind, then." As he finished speaking, Fraser did it again. He bucked on the desk, whimpering, eyes closing. "Shit! I better hurry up, or the pupil will finish the lesson without the teacher."

It took seconds to get the prophylactic from his pocket, open it, and sheath himself. Then he pulled Fraser's still pumping hand away and moved up into position behind him. "Spread 'em wide, Mountie."

Fraser did, using the desk to keep himself balanced. Then, without further preliminaries, Blair slammed into him and began fucking him furiously. Fraser yelped. Yes, it hurt just a little, especially since he was still a bit tender from Jim. But it felt good, too. If forced to choose, 'top, or bottom? Can't have both...', Fraser thought he might very well strangle the person who demanded the choice.

Blair was in heaven. He loved Jim. He loved sex with Jim. But topping was a fairly rare treat, usually experienced with outside partners. So maybe there was something just a little spicier about it. And he really didn't have a mean side to his nature. But pretending to coerce this luscious man into giving it up was damn hot.

"Does co-operation with the teacher earn extra points?" Fraser murmured. He began to push back to meet Blair's thrusts.

"Oh, yeeessss." Blair held Benton's waist in order to steady himself while still giving the big man room to move. And move he did. Blair was soon grunting as the tight buttocks slammed back against him. He was close already. He reached under Fraser, feeling until he managed to grab his bobbing cock, and began to rub briskly.

Fraser almost bleated with appreciation. His attempts to push forward into Blair's hand, then back onto his prick, almost drove the smaller man crazy. Even if he had wanted to hold back, he wouldn't have been allowed to.

There was a time for sweet, gentle, slow, caring sex... but this wasn't it. This was hump-for-all-you're-worth time. Despite Benny's head start, Blair climaxed first. His semen filled the end of the condom, oozing back just far enough to make the last few strokes exquisitely slippery-slidey.

Blair reached down and under, wiggled a finger up just behind Fraser's balls, and pressed, tickling. He hadn't been mistaken. That spot proved to be marvelously sensitive. Benton came with a yell, his spunk coating Blair's nimble fingers. Blair flopped on top of him, pumping Benny as the big man shuddered, the last of his cream jetting in a weaker spurt.

At last Blair pulled free. He located a box of tissues in a desk drawer, and Fraser and himself cleaned up. Blair carefully wrapped the used condom, and tucked the entire mess into a large manila envelope he took from another drawer, then deposited it in the wastebasket. "That way we won't gross out the cleaning ladies."

"But Blair, suppose one of them is curious, and looks inside?"

"Then maybe they'll learn not to snoop."

"Ah. Well, Professor Sandburg. Did I raise my grade?"

Blair grinned. "Among other things, yeah. Just an A instead of an +A, though. Don't want you to quit trying. Now, let's go find Jim and Stanley. I believe they're around here somewhere..."

Part Nineteen - The Scene

If Jim Ellison had actually decided to make his living as a male whore, Stanley thought as Jim took Stanley's cock down his throat again, he could have probably become a millionaire, selling his services to rich old queens. The dude was good.

Jim gave what Stanley thought of as 'top' head: aggressive. It really was being eaten. The man could make you think that he was starving, and you were the tastiest treat on earth. But...

Stanley grabbed Jim's short hair and pulled, moving back at the same time. His spit slick cock came free with an audible pop. Jim stared up at him, eyes slightly unfocussed, mouth a little swollen, and started to reach for him again.

Whoa. He'd gathered a little bit about the Sentinel/Guide thing listening to Blair, and he thought that Ellison, caught up in the heat of the moment, might be about to go into a zone, or else... Well, a little over the edge into something that wasn't play. He had to get him back to reality, or at least a close version of reality.

"Ellison!" His voice was a whip crack, and Jim winced, his eyes clearing. That had been painful, with Jim's sensitive hearing, but it had been necessary. He was back.

He glared at Stanley with a sullen smolder. "Why'd you stop me? You ain't come yet."

"You're right about that, whore. But it ain't your mouth I want for that. Get up and drop your pants."

Jim stood up, pushing back the chair, and unfastened his jeans, pushing them down to his knees. Stanley's fair eyebrows climbed. Blair wasn't the only one who occasionally went commando. "You're such a slut, Ellison."

Jim cocked his hips. His erection waved at Stanley. "That's why I get the big bucks."

Stanley reached out and gripped Jim's cock firmly. Jim tensed. He trusted Stanley, but in a situation like this one they were enacting, when another man grabbed your dick, you got ready to deal with some intense sensations, and just hoped they would be pleasure instead of pain.

He didn't have anything to worry about. Stanley's touch was a little rough, but carefully so. He stroked strongly, milking drops of pre-cum from Jim's pee slit. "But you're my slut now, aren't you, Ellison?" He squeezed a little harder. "Answer me."

"Yeah," Jim breathed. "I'm your slut. You gonna fuck me, or talk me to death?"

"Watch it. I may decide to fuck you to death."

"You could always try, cop."

"On the table."

Jim hoisted himself up to sit at the end of the table, legs dangling. Stanley jerked his jeans the rest of the way off, removing the shoes in the process. All Jim was left with below the waist was his white athletic socks. "Lay back and grab your knees."

Jim obeyed, spreading his legs as he did so. This left him open and presented to Stanley. The Chicago cop got out a rubber and slipped it on. Then he removed a tube from his pocket and squeezed lubricant onto his fingers. "How much is it gonna take to open you up, Ellison? I mean are you tight, or loosey-goosey? Huh? Need the traditional one finger, two fingers, three fingers, dick, or can I just tickle ya and shove it in?"

Jim squirmed, obviously turned on by Stanley's crudity. "Find out for yourself, you prick."

"I'll just do that little thing." Stanley shoved one finger into Jim with a hard jab. Jim's head snapped back, banging against the table, his face tight. But the grunt he made was more pleasure than pain.

His voice a little strained, Jim said, "You gotta do better than that, Vecchio."

"Oh, you're a tough whore, ain't you?" Stanley worked his finger in Jim roughly. "Want some more? All right."

He rammed the second finger in. This time Jim's head thrashed from side to side, and he bared his teeth. One might have thought he was really in pain, if it weren't for the never flagging rigidity of his cock, which had now leaked a puddle of pre-cum on his belly so copious that it was in danger of dripping down his side.

"Like that, don't ya, Ellison? You like having my fingers in your ass. You'll like my cock even more."

"Fuck you."

Stanley pushed hard, twisting his hand, and hit Jim's prostate. The big man arched till all that rested on the table was his ass and the back of his head, making an animal keening sound. "No, fuck you, Jim. You think you're bad?" Stanley pulled his hand free, grabbed Jim's ankles, and jerked his legs over his shoulders. "I'll show you bad, baby." Stan fitted himself against Jim's loosened anus. "I can make tough whore's come, Jimmy. You're gonna give it up for me." And he slammed into the hot, tight channel, leaning in close over Jim, forcing his knees back.

"Oh, my God!" Jim cried out at the penetration, all acting forgotten in the heat of the moment. Small he might be, at least in height, but Stanley Vecchio was a man, and could be a damn fucking machine when he wanted to.

Stanley rode Jim without mercy, ramming into him again and again. He grabbed Jim's hips and lifted, tilting him so that his cock would rub over Jim's prostate when he pulled back far enough, then jabbed back in. Jim was washed with wave after wave of intense pleasure.

Stanley couldn't believe it. Jim could be the toppest top he'd ever run into, and now he was bottoming magnificently. Was there anything the man couldn't do? Shit, it would have made Stanley feel inadequate, if he wasn't having such a good time.

Stanley caught a glimpse of them in the mirror, and when he realized what they must look like, it brought him even closer to the edge. He had to add just a little more drama to the situation.

"You love it, don't you, Ellison? You just love a hard cock up your ass. You'd do it for free if you couldn't get paid, wouldn't you?"

"Yes." The single word was breathy.

"Not good enough." Stanley's strokes were speeding up. Jim whimpered. "What do you love?"

"Cock. I love cock. Just shut up and fuck me, damn you!"

Stanley suddenly went still. Jim cried out in frustration, and tried to push himself down on Stanley, to impale himself on the hot, quivering prick that was only barely in contact with him now, the head only still enclosed in his body. But Stanley had a death grip on his hips, and he didn't have the leverage to move.

"Damn you, Vecchio!" Jim yelled, and he wasn't acting now. "Damn you, you cocksucker! Stick that in me, right now!"

"Beg."

Jim cursed him poisonously, using several different languages (well, you pick up colorful swears when you're in the Army).

But finally, when he realized that he couldn't push himself any farther onto that delicious prick, and Stanley wasn't going to give in, he said, "Please, Stan. Fuck me. I want it so bad. I need it. I need your dick in my ass. I'm gonna have a fucking stroke if you don't hurry up and bugger the shit out of me. Please!"

"All you had to do," Stanley took hold of Jim's cock, squeezing, and buried himself to the root in his lover's body, as he spoke, "was ask nice."

Jim howled, and came. His jism spurted so hard that he was splattered all the way up his torso, pearly drops staining his shirt, and landing on his throat.

When he felt the internal spasms caused by Jim's orgasm, Stanley tried to hold on for a minute more, but he never had a chance. Jim's strong internal muscles milked him as neatly as an experienced farmer's hand stripping cream from a cow's teat.

The prophylactic caught and held the semen, but with his Sentinel senses, Jim could still experience the heat and pulse. His yell wound down into a rough, satisfied purr.

Stanley half fell on him, panting. Jim lazily crossed his ankles behind Vecchio's neck, pulling him even closes, and cooed, "Damn, you're a big, bad copper, Vecchio."

"Don't you fuckin' forget it, punk."

"If I do, will you remind me?"

"Fuckin' A."

"I have a lousy memory." Jim stretched. "I'm gonna have to call the ACLU and report you for police brutality."

"Yeah? How do you figure I was brutal?"

Jim reached up, grabbing the back of Stanley's head, leaning up to him, growling, "You never kissed me, you unromantic son of a bitch," and plastered his mouth over Stanley's.

In a moment, they were both laughing into the kiss. Stanley wiggled out of Jim's arms, pulling his softening cock from his lover's body. "I do hope you know that wasn't an official interrogation technique taught at the Chicago academy."

"No? Damn, I was thinking about taking a refresher course." Jim sat up, and looked down at himself.

"Well, I'm gonna have to go home and change before we do anything else. Unless Blair has a spare sweatshirt in his office. He wears his sweats baggy enough for us to share, if we have to, so I'll check there "

"Blair has an office?"

"It's a cleared out closet. He hasn't done much at the university since he became a detective, but the office is so obscure that the college administration never got around to making him clear out. I think they forgot it's here. Anyway, he keeps it for sentimental reasons. It's the first place I ever slammed him against a wall and got in his face."

Since the shirt was pretty much a loss, Jim pulled it off and used it to clean himself. Then he turned it inside out, and knotted the sleeves around his neck. When he saw the look Stanley was giving him, he shrugged. "I'd rather fib about why I wasn't wearing a shirt than try to explain come stains."

They left the room, and started for the elevator, so they could go to Blair's office in the basement. They met Ben and Blair coming out of a lecture hall. Both looked a little flushed.

"Uh huh. Any extracurricular activities going on?" Jim asked.

"Just some negotiation about grading on a curve. Should I ask why you're wearing your sweatshirt preppy style?"

"You can, but I won't tell you. Do you have another one in your office?"

"Sure, man. Here." Blair threw him the key. "Take Stanley and Benny with you. I need to go get something I left in one of the rooms."

It turned out that Blair had a RAINIER sweatshirt that Jim could squeeze into. He changed, and they made their way back up to the ground floor. Blair was lounging on the steps of the building, cradling a paper bag in his arms. Jim looked curious, but didn't ask. Blair was always bringing home some report or artifact.

By unanimous acclaim, they went back to Skeets for lunch. They had barely stepped through the door when Mama Ivy descended on them with a bellow of, "JimandBlair! BenandStan!" Benny and Stanley had been officially adopted.

Ivy hugged all four, pinching each one on the butt before letting them loose, then stood back and studied them. After a moment, she nodded, smiling slowly. "What?" said Stanley, a little embarrassed.

"Oh, nuthin', sugar. Nuthin' at all. Just nice to see you boys gettin' along so fine. Not a thing in this world does my heart as much good as the sight of young love." Benton and Stanley turned matching shades of scarlet.

The entire party, no longer distracted by mating rituals, thoroughly enjoyed their lunch. Afterward, the question of what to do with the rest of the afternoon came up. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm a little tired," Blair commented. "I'd kinda like to just chill at the loft, maybe... watch a video."

Stanley coughed.

Benton and Jim said that sounded all right with them. They stopped at the video store, and came away with a stack of tapes. Fraser had insisted on a National Geographic video about wolves, but Blair certainly hadn't tried to argue him out of it.

There were several action films, a bloody horror flick, and what was supposed to be a spectacularly rude comedy. Jim and Stanley agreed that it would probably be as amusing to watch Fraser watching the comedy as it would be to view the film itself.

Back at the loft, popcorn was made. Even though they had just finished lunch, it was agreed that the movie watching experience just wasn't complete without popcorn.

Jim, Stanley, and Benny settled on the couch. Blair was sorting through the videos, having claimed first choice. The other men didn't notice him ease an unmarked videotape out of the paper bag he'd brought from the university. He went to the VCR, and plugged the tape into it.

As he picked up the remote and walked around behind the couch, Jim said, "So, what's the first one, Chief?"

"Um... I'm not sure of the title. I think it's something like 'Shakedown'."

Jim groaned. "Christ, Chief, you didn't slip a cop movie in there, did you? We deal with cop situations every day. I want a little escape, and entertainment."

"Oh, believe me, Jim. This will be entertaining, even though you might want to escape."

"Well, fast forward through the commercials, huh? Get to the action."

The grin in Blair's voice should have warned him, after all the time they'd spent together. "Right, Jim. Action it is."

The tv blinked to life, the VCR whirred. There was just a jumpy, blurred image for a few seconds, as Blair fast forwarded. Then he hit play.

"...sixth time you've been busted for soliciting, Ellison. Six! I've told you before, peddle your mouth and your ass if you want to, but not on my turf..."

Jim came off the couch with a yell. Luckily, Fraser had been holding the popcorn. Blair raced up the stairs, giggling madly, Sentinel in hot pursuit.

Benton, after glancing after them and deciding, judging from Blair's squeals, that Jim wasn't actually killing him, turned his attention back to the screen. What on earth had caused that reaction?

"Yeah? Well, he sure was enjoyin' my hand on his dick before he slapped the cuffs on me." That large, dark haired actor looked very familiar.

"Who said cops can't enjoy that?" Come to think of it, so did the smaller, fair-haired one.

"What? I don't get you."

"Who said a cop can't appreciate a skilled hand, or a hot mouth, or a juicy ass? What I'm talkin' about here, Ellison..."

The popcorn kernel stopped halfway to Fraser's mouth, and he gaped. "Oh, my."

Stanley reached over and took the kernel, popping it into his own mouth. "Yeah."

Fraser watched the next few lines of dialogue in silence, rapt. Then Stanley on screen opened his pants and exposed himself. Benton turned soft, wondering eyes on his lover. "Ray... you're famous."

Part Twenty - Round Two

Blair came flying back down the stairs and slithered in between Benny and Stanley on the couch. Stanley eyed him curiously. "How did you manage to get away from Tarzan? I figured you'd be up there for at least an hour, getting your brains screwed out."

"I had to promise him that next weekend we'll go back to the observation room and he can be Bad Cop, and I'll be a male stripper busted in a raid. I don't plan to sit down for awhile after that." He snatched a handful of popcorn, crunching happily and looking not the least bit worried.

Jim thumped down the stairs, swearing softly in a not really serious manner. He leaned over the back of the couch, resting his chin on top of Blair's curly head, and the Guide fed him popcorn. "Sandburg, this is the only copy, right? I mean, you didn't make a dub and slip it into a Wrestlemania tape case at Blockbuster, did you?"

"No, but you do realize that you've just given me ideas, don't you?" At the low growl he said hastily, "Just kidding, Big Guy." Wiggling his eyebrows at Stanley, he whispered, "Mostly."

"Damnit, Blair, I'm a Sentinel. You know I heard that."

"You were meant to."

"Brat."

"Yup." Blair, surrounded by hard male flesh, snuggled contentedly and watched his lover getting his brains fucked out by the little blonde guy next to him. It wasn't that he hadn't seen such things before, perish the thought. But it was a rare treat when Jim agreed to bottom, and seeing it on tape just made it that much kinkier.

Beside him, Benton shifted, pressing a hand down on the bulge that was rising in his lap. "Blair, about what Jim said? Is there any possibility of having a copy of this? I do not personally own a VCR, but..."

"I do." Stanley reached across and stroked Benny's thigh. "Any time you want to watch skin flicks, Frase, all you got to do is ask or show up. I'll provide the beer."

Benny arched an eyebrow. "I suppose that means that I will have to supply the lube and condoms."

"Now that's a Mountie for you. Grown up boy scouts. Be prepared." Stan sighed happily, moving his hand up, he pushed aside Fraser's and began to rub his growing erection through the soft material of his sweats.

Blair was beginning to sport a little wood himself, and Jim had progressed to kissing his neck. "You guys, I do believe we're the horniest group around since the last time they tested Viagra." He reached out on either side, moving Stanley's hand as Stanley had moved Benny's, and began to fondle both of the Chicago cops. "Did you know that I am, to a certain extent, ambidextrous?"

Stanley sighed, dropping his head back. "Does that mean you like girls, too?"

Benny leaned forward a little to look across Blair. "Actually, Ray, that means that he can use his left hand as well as his right. Though it has been used jocularly to refer to sexual preferences, I believe the term you are looking for is..."

"Benny, I was making a joke. I know what bisexual means. I am bisexual, for cryin' out loud."

Jim transferred his attention to Stanley, licking his ear, and making him shiver. "I've noticed that for some people, being bisexual doesn't necessarily mean they understand it."

"Oh, wait, wait! Here comes my favorite part!" Stanley chortled. All of the men turned their attention back to the screen just as Stanley went still and demanded, "Beg."

Blair watched Jim's yelling reaction on tape, then twisted his head to grin back at the Sentinel. "He's right, Jim. You are a slut."

"Aren't we all?"

Ben nodded. "It would seem so, since I have already come once today, and now intend to fuck someone or something again."

Jim looped his arms around the necks of the two visiting officers, this time resting his chin on Blair's shoulder. "That four way we ended up in was pretty damn hot. Any chance of doing it again, maybe with the players swapped around a little? I'd sure like one more of those before you guys fly Solly back to Chi."

Blair stoked his lover's cheek. "There are very few things that are impossible." He glanced from side to side. "Guys?"

Stanley's "Fuck, yeah!" was vehement.

Fraser's, "That would be lovely." was just as heartfelt, if a bit more dignified. "If I might make a suggestion? We have not seen you and Jim make love yet, Blair. I think that would be both beautiful, and so hot I could hardly stand it."

Blair smiled slowly. "I never turn down a opportunity to get Ellison dick. What did you have in mind, Benny?"

"Well, this sofa is most convenient. I think we can come up with a satisfying combination of partners. If you, Blair, were to kneel facing the back, Jim could fuck you from behind. And Stanley, if you stood just there, you would be in a perfect position for Blair to suck your cock."

"Sounds good so far," Jim agreed, as the other two nodded. "But what are you going to be up to, Benny? Surely you don't intend to just watch?"

Benton smiled angelically. "Not when there will be two absolutely irresistible asses unfilled. I am going to be the busiest one, as I intend to rotate between you and Stanley."

There were many blinks. Finally, Stanley said, "I can't believe my Mountie just came up with that raunchy suggestion. Fraser, how the hell does a recently de-virginized goodie like you come up with something so funky?"

"I have had a lot of time to fantasize, Ray."

"Sounds good to me," Blair hit rewind on the tape, then restarted it. "Background music. Okay, last one naked is a goober."

It was never decided exactly who the goober was, because for once even Jim and Fraser didn't worry about depositing their clothes neatly. For a moment, the living room looked like the inside of a clothes drier.

Jim dashed to the bathroom, then tossed a spill of tubes of lubricant and condoms on the coffee table. "I'm damn glad we keep stock on hand. We're going to need extra if Frase is going to be swapping off. What are you doing, Benny?"

Benton was busily ripping open foil packets, and lining them up. "I am preparing, Jim. I am not going to want to waste a great deal of time on preparation between partners. Otherwise everyone else will come before I get halfway there, and it will not be nearly as much fun."

As he was saying this, Blair was assuming the position, kneeling on the sofa, facing the back. He jutted his ass temptingly, spreading his knees. "Somebody get me ready. I'm hungry at both ends."

"I claim that privilege," Jim said firmly, picking up a tube of lubricant and opening it. He ran a hand over his lover's ass, dipping his fingers into the crease. "Ben, Stanley... You both have pretty asses, but Blair..."

"I know, Jim," Benton agreed. "Blair's ass is a natural wonder and a work of art. Now, please stick your fingers in it so we can get this show on the road."

He was already rolling a condom down over his own straining erection. Once he was sheathed, he also picked up some Astroglide. "And while you are at it, if you would just bend a little and spread your legs?"

Stanley took the tube that Jim was through with. "I'll take care of myself, Frase. When you get ready, you'll be able to just push on in."

"Why, thank you, Ray. That is most thoughtful."

Almost simultaneously, Benton pushed the first finger into Jim's ass while Jim was working one into Blair, while Stanley was beginning his own preparations. There was a multitude of happy groans.

Blair panted, "I bet you'd have to go to a proctology center to find this many fingers up this many asses."

Stanley worked a second finger into his own anus, murmuring, "Yeah, but I promise you they wouldn't be having nearly as much fun."

"Jim," Fraser thrust in his second finger. "You are still a little open from Ray, earlier. I do not believe you need much more."

"I don't Benny. I'm ready for you right now. Just let me get Blair a little more stretched before you mount up, so we can do it together."

"All right." Benny thoughtfully reached over to stroke Stanley's cock while he pumped his fingers in Jim's ass. "I still want you to fuck me, you know, Ray."

"Yeah, babe. I will. Might have to wait till we get home, though. The boss is gonna wanna know why we both came back exhausted when all we had to do was babysit a perp."

"I, myself, am feeling quite refreshed and energized."

Stanley's eyes were hooded. "Glad to hear that. I want you to fuck me so hard I have to hang onto the couch to keep from being pushed over."

"Can do."

"Gotta love that Mountie attitude."

"Okay, I think we're ready." Jim pulled his fingers out of Blair's butt and grabbed condoms, handing one to Blair before he began to roll his own over his shaft.

Blair whined. "Why do I have to wear one of these baggies? I'm not sticking mine anywhere."

"And you're not getting come stains on my sofa. Again." Blair grumbled, but slipped on the little sheath, giving his swollen cock a few friendly strokes in the process. "Stan, hold my shoulders, would you? I want my hands free, and I don't want to fall on my face."

Stanley moved into position behind the sofa. "Sure thing, kid." He lifted his cock toward Blair's lips. "Here ya go. Hot Polish sausage."

Jim frowned. "I thought you were Italian?"

Stanley shrugged. "Polish, Italian. Every country has it's own version. They all taste good." He grinned down at Blair as the anthropologist gripped his cock with one hand and ran his tongue over the flushed head. "Right?"

"It would be rude to speak with my mouth full." Blair slowly sank down on Stanley's cock. Stanley gripped his shoulders, and settled back to enjoy himself.

"Okay, Benny. Let me get in, then give it to me." Jim moved in between Blair's legs, spreading Blair's ass cheeks, and slowly slid his throbbing cock into the enticingly stretched hole. Blair hummed appreciatively as the thick rod speared up into him, rubbing over his prostate along the way. Stanley politely told Jim 'thank you' for inducing that hum.

Once Jim was buried to the root in his Guide's bowels, he braced his legs apart, and said, "Your turn, Benny. I get to be Lucky Pierre, give and get."

"One moment."

"Ben! Where the hell are you going?! Get over here and fuck me."

"Do not be so impatient. I was only getting the wastebasket. I do not want to have to go all the way over there when I change rubbers, and I doubt you would want me to toss them that far."

"You're right about that. Oh, jeez..." Jim moaned as Fraser nudged up against him, and began to push his carefully lubed cock into Jim's still slightly tender asshole.

"Are you all right, Jim?"

"He's fine," Blair called back. "I just felt his cock get even bigger. Go get 'im, Benny. It's gonna travel through him and just make my drilling all the sweeter."

"Blair, get back to work." Stanley scolded.

Jim pulled back, preparing to stroke into his lover's back passage. This thrust him back even tighter on the Mountie's invading prick, and he shuddered. He was torn between pounding into Blair, and pounding back onto Benny. Decisions, decisions, decisions.

Benton wrapped his arms around Jim's chest, leaving his hips free to move as they would, letting him to set the pace. From where he stood, with his height, Benton had a clear view of Blair devouring Stanley. The sight of the two beautiful men pleasuring each other was highly erotic, especially since he was at that moment buried deep in a third, equally attractive, participant.

As much as he would have liked to draw things out, Benton knew that he'd better get on with it if he didn't want to be left hard while everyone else had shot their load. Not that it would be a bad thing, because he had the feeling that one of them, if not all of them, would then concentrate on making him lose his mind. It just seemed... more companionable to try to co-ordinate his orgasm with the group. Consequently, he began fucking Jim strongly.

Every time he shoved into the Sentinel's tight ass, there was a grunt from Jim, and a happy squeak from Blair, and a subsequent moan from Stanley, as the motion traveled through the chain of flesh. It almost was like fucking all three of them at once.

Blair was as happy as Jim was, both mouth and ass filled with hot male flesh. He humped and slurped enthusiastically, hands working steadily on his own erection. Someone else doing it would have been nice, but hey, no reason to get greedy.

At the other end, Stanley gripped Blair's shoulders to steady him, and worked his cock in the wet satin depths of the other man's mouth. He could look down and see Blair's head bobbing on his prick, look up and catch the magnificent sight of Jim's thick cock spreading Blair's ass hole while he pounded it home, and look back and see the flushed face of his Canadian lover as Benny humped against the dark haired cop. This was, quite simply, too good. But it could be better.

"Ellison, I'm sorry, man. Benny, get the hell over here and fuck me. Right now!"

Benton laughed, pulling out of Jim's butt. "I'm sorry, Jim, but when a friend asks for help..."

"I understand." Jim panted, rocking his hips even harder now that he didn't have the restraint of Fraser's cock up his ass.

Fraser quickly stripped off the still unfilled condom and replaced it with a fresh one, walking around behind his friend. He gripped Stanley's hips, holding him still so he could aim. "I am sorry, Ray. I am not much for hitting a moving target."

Ray stood still while Fraser pried his ass cheeks apart, and Blair took advantage to REALLY attack his job, grabbing Stanley's balls and rolling them in his palm. Stanley whined, "Christ! Hurry up, Benny!"

"Yes, Ray." Benton Fraser, eyes gleaming, rammed into his lover with all his strength, almost driving him flat over the back of the couch. Blair found Ray bent almost flat against his back, clutching him, jolting with every thrust of the big Mountie into his back passage. It was a good thing he had breath control, or he might very well have had to slow down on his head, or even stop entirely. As it was, Stanley had to settle for having half his cock sucked and half of it stroked, rather than getting deep throated. He didn't mind. At least Blair thought he didn't. The noises he was making sounded awfully pleased.

Benny fucked Ray with short, rapid strokes. Jim was good, Blair was good, but Ray was SPECIAL. And Ray was his, and would remain his. There was just something a little more intense about sex with the one you loved. Jim and Blair seemed to understand that, and build on it.

Stanley broke first, chanting, "Oh God. Oh God. Oh God!" he shot his load into Blair's mouth. Benton felt the spasmodic tightening of the other man's orgasm. He went still, reaching down quickly to grip the base of his own penis, squeezing ruthlessly. The pressure kept him from coming as Ray writhed around him, his inner muscles milking and rippling along the Mountie's cock. It was an absolutely incredible sensation, like Ray was using his ass to masturbate Fraser.

When the twitching slowed, Fraser gently pulled free. Stanley's hole still gaped slightly, and he couldn't resist leaning down to plunge his tongue into the slick depths quickly. Stanley made a sound that probably wouldn't have been too far off what he would produce under torture, and pushed his ass back into the Mountie's face. Benton decided that Astroglide, mixed with Ray-taste, wasn't all that bad, so he had some more, licking and probing the tender, quivering flesh industriously.

Stanley sounded like he was coming unhinged. Fraser made a mental note to ask Blair, who seemed most knowledgeable about such things, about the possibilities of flavored lubes. With a last tongue thrust, Benton stood back, and changed rubbers again.

Blair now had his mouth free, which was good, because he was very busy panting at the moment. Jim hadn't let up, and was fucking him almost frantically now. It was pretty obvious that orgasm was fast approaching for both men.

It wasn't quite as easy to grab Jim's hips and still him as it had been with Ray. Finally Blair barked, "Jim! Damnit to hell, be still for a second so Benny can get inside you. Don't you want that nice, fat cock up your butt?"

Jim stilled just long enough for Fraser to get his dick firmly lodged inside him once again, then started back up. Again he got the whipsaw motion going. After a minute or two of this, with Stanley draped over the sofa back, kissing Blair and watching them with dreamy, sated eyes, Fraser decided it was time to finish it.

Using his superior bulk and weight, he just moved forward. Jim couldn't stand against him, and moved forwards also. Blair ended up pressed flat to the sofa back, his cock rubbing against the soft cushions. Stanley thoughtfully squeezed a hand down and gave him a hand job as the fucking came to a conclusion.

Jim couldn't move at all. He was the filling in a Fraser-Sandburg sandwich, and he loved it. It wasn't often he felt a sense of being so caught up in something that he was almost helpless, but this did it. All he could do was hang there and feel as Benton Fraser drove into his ass, every thrust pushing him deeper into the hot, tight core of his lover.

Under the two-way ecstasy, Jim was the second to come. Unable to buck, all he could do was clutch at Blair and scream as his seed boiled out.

This time Benton didn't try to restrain himself, fucking all the harder as he felt Ellison's flesh grabbing at him. He came just as Blair made a mewling sound, shuddering as his own climax hit. The orgasms seemed to vibrate through all three of the interconnected men.

As they all four panted, Stanley had to go and say, "And fuck everyone who says cops can't organize or co-ordinate worth a damn. We should've filmed this, and shown it at the next damn seminar about intersystem co-operation."

Blair, on the couch, was safe. Luckily, Jim and Benton held each other up, or they would have ended up on the floor, laughing.

Part Twenty-one - Surprise Party, and Farewell

Stanley held the tape hostage till Jim agreed to let Blair make a duplicate and mail it to him in Chicago. "Secured delivery, and you pay postage," Jim had growled. "I'm not having a copy of that thing floating around in the dead letter office if something goes wrong."

Perhaps not surprisingly, there was no more sex that evening. Oh, there was a good bit of cuddling, nuzzling, snogging, fondling... things like that. But no one actually got it all the way up and penetrated anyone or anything. All four men, even the seemingly perpetually horndog Blair, were a little worn out.

There was a little more room in the bed that night, because Benton insisted on sleeping with Stanley draped over him like a blanket. "It is a fine old tradition among the Inuit..."

"Hey, you don't have to explain to me," Blair shrugged. "Jim practically wore me during the first couple weeks of our relationship."

Blair cooked the next morning, actually getting the two resident cholesterol junkies to like an egg white with mushrooms, cheese, and chives omelet. The effect was a little spoiled by the pound of bacon Jim insisted on frying, but he tried.

At the hospital, the doctor informed them that Solly was doing splendidly, aside from a seemed to be a mysterious appearance of something resembling frostbite on his posterior. The doctor was thinking of writing it up for a medical journal.

"So when can we have him?" Stanley asked.

The doctor shrugged. "I'll sign the release papers. Once they're processed, he's all yours, you poor devils. Sometime around noon."

"Oh, dear," Benton frowned. "I have checked the flights back to Chicago, and the earliest one is at four. We should not remove Mr. Tyson until just time to drive to the airport."

"No problem. We'll process him, and hold him for you. Pick him up whenever."

"In the meantime," Jim said. "We can finish up paperwork at the office. You two haven't had a chance to meet the rest of the crew."

"That would be very nice," Benton agreed.

Stanley shrugged. "Don't look so bored, Stanley." Blair grinned. "Jim and I had a little talk while you and Benny were doing the dishes this morning."

Stanley looked interested. "When you two put your heads, and any other parts of your bodies, together, things get interesting. I'm up for whatever it is."

"I certainly hope so."

They discussed Jim and Blair's idea on the way to the station. When they got out of the truck, all four men, including Benton, were wearing what could only be described as shit eating grins. It was a very different look for the Mountie, but Stanley thought it suited him. Then again, he would have found Fraser eminently fuckable even if he was, say, smeared with rice pudding. Stanley licked his lips at the mental image. Particularly if he was smeared with rice pudding. He was going to have to remember that.

Detective Rafe was seated at his desk, studying a file when the quartet came in. He looked up, smiling brightly, hoping that Jim or Blair would introduce him to the visitors. He'd been listening to the policewomen gossiping lately about the big, buff Mountie and his cute, tough little sidekick. They certainly hadn't been lying about the good looks.

Benton and Stanley halted just inside the door, both studying Detective Rafe. They saw an almost impossibly good looking, dark haired man in a suit that seemed just a little too nice for a working policeman. He was looking back at them with bright, friendly eyes.

Stanley and Bennie exchanged looks. Then they looked at Jim and Blair, the grins expanding to alarming proportions. All four of them, much to Rafe's puzzlement, stepped back out into the hall.

Benny hugged Blair. "Thank you."

Stanley shook Jim's hand, nodding. "You're right. That may very well be the only man on the face of the earth who could reasonably compete with Benny in sheer physical perfection. Very nice."

"So, you'll do it?"

"Oh, yeah!"

Blair bounced. "Good! I'll go set it up." As he trotted down the hall, he called back. "I just wish I could've borrowed the camcorder from the university."

Rafe looked up when the men came back in. Blair was off somewhere. Jim introduced the other two, and Rafe shook hands enthusiastically. My, they were fine. It was a shame they were leaving this afternoon. He would have liked the chance to get to know one or both of them better.

Blair came back a moment later, giving the other men the O.K. sign. Stanley cleared his throat. "You know, our captain asked me to check into how your department handles supplies while I'm over here."

"Gee," Blair said clearly. "Jim and I can't show you right now, because we really need to finish this paperwork." He paused. "It's a shame there isn't anyone else who could give you a tour of the supply closet."

Rafe spoke up. "I'm not busy right now, Blair, and I'm very familiar with the supply ordering and stocking procedure. I'd be happy to show Detective Vecchio."

"Gee, wouldya?" Stanley asked sincerely. "You got no idea how much I'd like that."

"It would be my pleasure." Rafe preceded him out into the hall.

Stanley hung back just long enough to smirk and say, "He doesn't know how true a statement that is."

Rafe paused halfway down the hall, waiting for the Chicago detective to catch up. He was wondering if Detective Vecchio or Fraser, or possibly both, would be interested in having lunch later. Hopefully he could lay the groundwork for something more intimate somewhere down the line. Stanley came after him, and Rafe said, "We don't want you to get lost."

"Oh, I always know exactly where I am." Stanley pinched Rafe's butt.

Rafe jumped, staring at Stanley in astonishment. Stanley winked. "Um... the supply closet is around this corner over here."

"Lead the way." Rafe started to do just that. He was hurried along by Stanley his ass and hustling him into the slightly cramped room.

"Detective Vecchio!" he said, voice high pitched with surprise. "What are you doing?"

Stanley reached behind a box of forms and lifted out a portable tape recorder. He punched PLAY, and 'You Ain't Seen Nothin' Yet' started to play. "I hear it's your birthday. Happy birthday from Jim, Blair, me, and Benny."

He started to dance. And take his clothes off. Rafe fell back against the wall and watched, open-mouthed. Even in the cramped space of the supply closet, Vecchio was good.

Stanley had always loved clubs, and had spent a lot of time in them since Stella had left. Besides, it's a well-known fact that gay boys dance better than straight boys, he thought, as he draped his loud shirt over Rafe's head.

Rafe got the swatch of mind-numbing print material off his face in time to see Stanley working his belt buckle. "Oh, geez." If he hadn't heard so much around the office yesterday about the Chicago cops, he would have believed that Vecchio was a male stripper, hired by his friends to embarrass him. He wasn't getting, embarrassed, though. As Stanley stepped out of his pants, revealing the red thong, he was getting hard. Drat. What was he going to do with an erection, stuck at work?

He got an idea when Stanley moved in close and began doing his twisting and shimmying flush against Rafe's body. There was a heavy bass double-thump at the end of each phrase, and Stanley emphasized it with a double thrust of the hips, bringing his groin up solidly against Rafe's.

Rafe was breathing hard as Stanley turned around to rub a firm, pert rump against the growing bulge in his pants. The Cascade detective was hanging on to the wall, mainly to keep from doing anything that might earn him a punch, if he was misinterpreting this.

Finally, as the song started to wind down, he figured he'd better do something, since his underwear was starting to get damp from the pre-cum that was soaking into the silk. "How far is this going to go?"

Stanley turned back around and gave him another full body press, then kissed him deeply. "How far can that dick I feel reach?"

Then he slid to his knees, pulling Rafe's zipper down as he went. He had the narrow little Italian belt undone in about two seconds, and the neatly pressed pants far enough down Rafe's hips so that he had easy access to his goal, but not far enough to wrinkle the crease.

As Stanley wrestled his erection through the comfort slit on his boxers and engulfed it, Rafe thought dazedly, It's not my birthday till tomorrow, but I'll be damned if I'm telling him that.

"Vecchio," he gasped. "Someone could walk in."

Stanley released him long enough to say, "Not with over six feet of Canuck standing in front of the door." Then he did something with his tongue that made Rafe groan like he was in pain. But judging from the hip thrust, that wasn't the case.

Rafe thoroughly enjoyed himself, and so did Stanley. Damn, that Rafe was so neat, even his bush seemed to have been perfectly trimmed. Stanley wondered exactly how close Rafe and Ellison were, given Jim's fondness for barbering.

When Rafe felt like he was about to explode, Stanley stopped, circling the base of his straining cock tightly so that there was no chance he could cum. Looking up with a grin worthy of a top-hatted, moustachioed, hissable villain in a Victorian melodrama, he asked, "How do you feel about Mounties?"

"Huh?" Rafe's brain wasn't functioning too well at the moment. Probably due to lack of circulation, most of his blood supply seeming to throb through his swollen dick right then. "Moun... Mounties? Uh..."

"Wanna further diplomatic relations with our neighbors to the North? In particular, one that's built like Adonis and hung like a Clydesdale?"

"Relations of any sort sound good to me right now."

Stanley raised his voice. "Benny! Let Blair watch the door and get in here and give Rafe your present."

As the door opened, Stanley shifted on his knees, turning Rafe so that his back was no longer against the wall. Benton Fraser came in, smiling brightly at Rafe. He walked over to the couple, and petted Stanley on the head. It took a second, because he had a moving target. Stanley had started blowing Rafe again.

"Good day, Detective Rafe." He unbuckled his pants. "This seems to be my week for making friends. I made Detective Ellison, I made Blair, I made my good friend Stanley. Now I am going to make you. If that is all right?"

In answer, Rafe did something uncharacteristic. With total disregard for the state of his trousers, he pushed them down to his ankles, letting them rumple where they would. "Stanley, please let go long enough for me to get my boxers down."

Stanley did better than that. He helped. Benton exposed himself, and Rafe's eyes got even bigger. He'd figured Stanley had been speaking metaphorically about his friend's endowment. If anything, he'd been understating. "Are... are you sure we can do this?"

"Logistically speaking? Of course. We have already had two successful runs for this combination."

Fraser stepped close behind Rafe. Rafe said, "Do you have...?" A condom and a tube of lubricant were briefly flashed before his eyes.

"Detective Sandburg may not have actually participated in Scouting, but he follows the creed of 'Be prepared.'" In a moment Rafe felt his buttocks parted by strong, large hands, and a cool gel was wiped down the crease of his ass. He barely had time to gasp at the chill when a thick finger was inserted, slowly but steadily, in his rectum.

Benny found his prostate on the first probe, and Rafe squealed, thrusting deeply into Stanley's mouth. Stan pulled back a little. "Geez, Benny, give me a little warning! Dya want me to choke?"

"I am sorry, Ray. I will be stroking Rafe's prostate as often as possible now."

"Thank you." Stanley went back to devouring Rafe's now dripping cock.

"Bet you can't do that again," crooned Rafe.

Benton thrust, and Rafe yelped. "You lose. I get to fuck you now."

He'd fitted on the condom. Now he moved in even closer, gripping Rafe's hips and settling his cock head against the inviting little ring of muscle. He pushed forward with a slow, steady pressure, watching as his turgid prick sank gradually into the creamy flesh till it was fully embedded, the sphincter stretched tightly around his cock.

He nibbled Rafe's earlobe, enjoying the vice-like, heated grip that the detective's body had on him. "You know, Rafe, usually the term 'tight-ass' is meant as an insult. But not in this case."

He started to fuck. Rafe decided that perhaps he'd died in his sleep, and was now in his own personal version of heaven. If that were the case, then he could be expecting another threesome later on, this time with Ellison and Sandburg.

He was enjoying Fraser's vigorous thrusts into his ass so much that he scarcely noticed when Stanley let his spit slick cock pop out of his mouth, skinned off the now badly stretched thong, and lifted his butt up onto the copier. "Turn 'im around, Benny."

When he did, Stanley gripped Rafe's dark hair and gently pushed his head down into his crotch. "No birthday candles, but you can blow on this."

Rafe didn't hesitate. He began an enthusiastic licking from the base of Stanley's prick, to the flushed head, and back down. Then he earned Stanley's admiration, and gratitude, by deep throating him in one smooth, easy swoop.

The supply closet was quiet for a while except for moans, slurps, and the sound of damp flesh smacking together. Benton came first, doing a pretty fair imitation of Diefenbaker with his howl. He immediately reached around and began to fondle Rafe's bobbing erection.

Rafe brought Stanley to orgasm a moment before he climaxed himself. He swallowed mouthfuls of salty come while his own spurted over the busy hands of the Mountie who was still embedded in his ass.

As they all panted, regaining their breaths, Rafe moaned, "And to think... I used to believe I didn't like surprise parties."

A few minutes later, Jim and Blair watched with a grin as a rumpled, disheveled Rafe returned to the office with two grinning Chicagoans.

The rest of the day went by quickly. When the time came, Jim and Blair went with Benton and Stanley to pick up Solly. The hospital had cleaned him up a little. Now his hair looked like a shampooed and groomed dead Yorkie. He grumbled at the handcuffs he had to wear, but Stanley told him that they damn sure weren't going to risk having him goose the flight attendants, get them thrown off the plane, and end up having to ride the bus back to Chicago.

At the airport, hugs, addresses, and phone numbers were exchanged. There was talk of a possible camping expedition to Canada sometimes in the near future. Stanley looked uninterested until Fraser explained how the Inuit usually shared sleeping rolls to conserve body heat.

Jim and Blair returned to the station to pick up the tape player, which Blair had forgotten. Detective Rafe was just leaving, buttoning up a dark coat that would have looked at home on a runway model, sweeping down a catwalk in Milan. Blushing, he said, "I wanted to thank you guys, but... um... It's not my birthday till tomorrow."

"We know," said Blair, straightening the other man's tie. "We want you to come over for dinner."

"Oh, that would be nice." Rafe's face lit up. Maybe there was a chance... "What will we be having?"

Jim and Blair exchanged looks, smiling. Together they chorused, "Mélange."

The End

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Acknowledgements: Thanks to Blue Tattoo and Patt for the art, and Elaine for the beta