The Afternoon After

by Corrinne

Several cups of black coffee and bowls of watered down chicken soup seemed to have worked wonders on our two oh so lately tipsy heroes. Or perhaps it was double doses of super duper extra strength aspirin. Whatever the cure, the two so recently ill men were starting to feel a little better.

Fraser's hands were no longer trembling and Ray could actually open his eyes again without flinching.

"Jeez, Frase, I'm sorry. I didn't think we'd get that drunk last night. I don't usually do that 'cause I hate wakin' up hungover."

"It's allright, Ray. I am partially to blame. I should never have accepted your invitation to toast Her Majesty. Well, at least not so many times."

The two looked at each other. They both knew that their primary concern was not how much alcohol they had consumed or how desperately ill they had both been most of the day. Their thoughts were concentrated on the fact that they had apparently done 'it' while under the influence. And the unanswered question remained in their minds. Should they do 'it' again?

"Ray". "Frase". Both had spoken at the same time.

"You first, Ray."

"Uh, Frase, what I said earlier about tryin' again. We don't hafta if you don't wanna. It's ok. I mean, I don' t want ya to do anything unMountie like if you don't want."

"Ray, Ray, Ray. I do seem to remember that while we were watching the movie, you seemed quite taken with one certain actor. You were, well, you were . . ." Fraser blushed. "I'm sorry, Ray. I just assumed that since you had been married to Stella . . . that is to say, I had no idea you were the least bit interested in men."

"You had no idea! Jeez, ya looked all down and out when you were talkin' about not gettin' a kiss from Vecchio. I never figured you for bein' interested in a guy."

The two looked at each other from opposite ends of the couch. Ray broke the silence with "So, Frase, do we?"

"Well, Ray, I suppose that we could try."

"So, how's this gonna work? I mean, I don't remember just what happened last night. Do we like kiss an' then get naked or what?"

"I believe that kissing usually preceeds the removal of one's clothing, Ray."

Shyly, hesitantly, the two men approached one another. They quickly realized that the first obstacle to overcome what just who put whose arms around who where. Having decided that Fraser's arms should go around Ray's waist and Ray's arms should go around Fraser's neck, the two leaned toward each other for a first sober kiss.

Lips were not really sure where they should go. But the first soft feel of Fraser's lips against his own and Ray was lost. Searching for more, Ray bumped his teeth against Fraser's. "Sorry," he managed.

Fraser pulled back a little, a glint in his eye and replied "It's allright, Ray."

More slowly then, the two leaned towards each other and attempted to kiss again. Ok, allright, this time it was a little better. Their lips touched oh so tentatively. Fraser gently kissed Ray. He ran his tongue across Ray's lips. Ray opened his mouth ever so slightlly and Fraser slid his tongue tentatively into Ray's mouth. Ray breathed a deep sigh. Oh, yeah, this was good, better than good, this was great . . . fantastic . . . Ray had no words that would describe how it felt to have Fraser burying his tongue deep within his own mouth. Was this a preview of things to come? Fraser was literally fucking Ray's mouth with his tongue. In, and slowly out. Always gentle, always promising, always ...... the touch, the feel. the texture of that questing tongue. Ray felt himself being drawn down into something he had never felt before. He wrapped his arms around Fraser, holding him closer, returning the kiss, feeling . . . . . . Ray wasn't sure what he felt, just the hot taste of Fraser, the hot feel of Fraser, the swell of Fraser's manhood pressing against his own groin.

Still kissing, Fraser pulled Ray's t-shirt loose from his jeans as Ray's fingers tried to unbutton Fraser's flannel shirt. Fraser was faster than Ray, and as he slid the shirt up Ray's chest his fingers brushed, as softly as butterfly wings, across Ray's nipples. Instantly, Ray's nipples reacted to that soft, accidental touch, stiffening. A low moan broke loose from Ray. Responding to Ray's response, Fraser ran his thumbs across those nipples again and Ray felt his knees weaken.

Breathlessly Ray whispered "bedroom". Smiling, blue eyes turning almost black with desire, Fraser took Ray's hand in his own and led Ray into the bedroom.

Knowing now that they wanted each other, the two quickly removed their clothing and then looked at each other's naked bodies. Ray's penis was stiff with longing and Fraser could not tear his eyes away. Without even touching Ray, there were droplets of pre-cum forming at the small slit of Ray's dickhead. Without a thought of what he was about to do, Fraser sank to his knees and, wrapping his arms around Ray's ass, drew Ray's raging hard-on closer to himself. Fraser's tongue slowly lapped across the slit, tasting Ray.

Ray threw his head back in ecstasy and expectation at the feel of that delightful tongue caressing him. Then Fraser did something that Ray never expected. He left Ray's penis alone and unattended and went further down, to Ray's balls. The tongue wrapped itself around those orbs . . . kissing them . . . bathing them. Ray felt the muscles in his butt tighten in reaction to that gentle bathing.

Suddenly Fraser withdrew. Ray's first thought was that Fraser had changed his mind, didn't want to go through with it. But Fraser quickly dispelled that thought when he said "Ray, last night you were inside of me. I know that because I had that slight feeling of discomfort this morning. I want to feel you inside of me again, now."

Ray suddenly found it hard to breath. Fraser was asking him to . . . to.

"If I hurt ya last night, Frase, I don't know if I wanna do that again."

"Ray, last night we had imbibed alcohol. We had no idea what we were doing. This time we have our senses about us. Do you have something that we can use as a lubricant?"

Ray's mind quickly went over the contents of the shelf in his bathroom. He had mouse for his hair, toothpaste, shaving cream, underarm deodorant. Was all to be lost because he had no lubricant? Was he to be denied extreme pleasure while sober because he had nothing that would ease the entry of his aching shaft into the body of this man who lay before him, exposed and begging for him?

"Think" he told himself. " Gotta have something. But what?" Suddenly Ray knew what might work. He headed for the kitchen. "Olive oil, that might work."

He quickly returned to the bedroom, bottle of olive oil in hand. The lid to the bottle was removed and thrown across the room as Ray drizzled the oil along the length of his penis. He leaned down and kissed his potential lover, deeply and longingly.

Fraser responded by lifting his legs and placing them across Ray's shoulders. "Now, Ray" he said "Take me now."

Ray took a deep breath, grasped Fraser's thighs, positioned himself, and tried to enter Fraser.

A deep breath and flinch from Fraser told Ray that this wasn't going to work. Ray noticed the tears of pain forming in Fraser's eyes. Ray withdrew.

Fraser pulled Ray to himself and kissed him again. "I think I just need to relax. Maybe it would help if you could, if you could, sort of loosen me a little."

Ray reached for the olive oil again. Three fingers buried in Fraser later, Ray felt that things were looking up. Fraser was making sounds of pleasure and his cock was hard and rigid, the flared head beginning to ooze droplets of liquid.

Once again Fraser positioned himself with his legs across Ray's shoulders. Once again Ray attempted to penetrate Fraser's willing body. Sadly, Fraser flinched at the pain this time also. Equally as sadly, Ray again withdrew.

"It's allright, Ray, i'm sure it's not unnatural for there to be a small amount of discomfort."

"Frase, this ain't gonna work." Ray was becoming frustrated with their failed attempts.

"Ray" Fraser said soothingly, "perhaps we're going about it wrong. Perhaps this isn't the best position just now. Let's try it another way."

With that remark, Fraser rolled to his stomach an lifted himself to elbows and knees. Ray stared, caught in a mixture of fascination and lust, at the sight of Fraser's ass beckoning him. Using one hand to guide himself, Ray placed his cockhead at the tight opening and pushed inward.

He stopped mid-thrust as Fraser groaned. They were so close to doing 'it'.

"It's ok, Ray" Fraser managed to say. "Don't stop. See if you can go in a little further."

Ray eagerly hastened to do Fraser's bidding. Careful not to hurt Fraser more than was absolutely necessary, Ray thrust his cock deep into Fraser, and slid back out. Soon a rhythm was set. The rhythm began slowly, like the music Ray danced to. It built in tempo and intensity. It was like dancing. Each responded to the other's every move. Ray was lost in a pleasure he had never imagined. And then time ceased to exist as Ray released his hot liquid into Fraser.

Spent, he laid down and pulled Fraser to himself. He reached between them for Fraser's cock and was disappointed to learn that it was limp. 'Jeez' he thought 'I musta hurt him so bad that he lost it.'

He moved closer to Fraser and was surprised to find himself encountering a wet, sticky puddle on the sheets.

"Frase? did you, well, you know?"

"Yes, Ray. I'm sorry that I made a mess on the sheet. I tried to hold back, but the moment I felt your semen enter me, I'm afraid that I lost control of myself."

Ray kissed Fraser and laughed. "You're the only one I know who would apologize for enjoying sex."

Their question (had they enjoyed it?) being answered, the two curled close together .. careful to avoid the damp spot on the sheet.