It's just after dusk on a late Spring day. The window to a small apartment is propped open to let in the warm early evening breeze.
The earlier rush and hubbub of the city has died down, and only the occasional sound drifts up from the street and through the window. A car driving past, voices in conversation, a ripple of laughter.
Inside the apartment a man stands at the stove, humming an Italian aria softly to himself while he puts the finishing touches on dinner.
His companion emerges from the bedroom. Freed from his red serge uniform, he is clad in a pair of denim shorts and a white tank top.
Ben stands in the door of the kitchen for a few moments, smiling fondly at the sight of his lover so absorbed in his work, then glides slowly across the room to wrap his arms around Ray's waist and place his chin on Ray's shoulder.
The humming trails off into a contented sigh, and Ray leans back against his lover. Ben tightens his arms around Ray and trails a series of light kisses down his neck.
Dropping the spoon into the pan, Ray turns in Ben's embrace and wraps his arms around him, pulling their bodies close together and drawing Ben into a kiss.
They sink slowly to the floor, and soon the soft cries and moans from the two men completely drown out the sound of dinner boiling over on the stove.
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