Christmas Eve and snow blanketed the city of Chicago. It was bitterly cold. The twinkle of Christmas tree lights shined through curtains in apartment windows. Children slept restlessly, anticipating the magic of Santa and gifts they would find in the morning.

Fraser and Ray's apartment was cold. Fraser insisted on keeping at least one window partially open. Still asleep, Ray moved as close as he could to Fraser, seeking warmth. Fraser unconsciously drew Ray into his arms. Even asleep he knew instinctively what Ray wanted and needed.

Two men stood at the foot of the bed, arms around each other, watching Fraser and Ray as they slept. The man with the raven black hair and sapphire blue eyes turned to his lover and asked, "Sean, do you really think this is all right? Maybe we should have asked first."

"Oh, Jamie, love, of course it's all right." Emerald eyes sparkled with anticipation. "After all, Jamie, I was his first love. He'll remember that."

They quickly placed candles around the room and lit them. The room was filled with a gentle glow.

Sean took Jamie's hand. "Are you ready then, Jamie love?"

A shy smile, a nod of Jamie's head, a sultry look in the blue eyes behind long black lashes was the answer Sean received.

Sean gathered Jamie in his arms for a kiss. They had not felt their kisses for a long time. Tonight would be different.

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Fraser pressed his lips to Ray's. A deep shudder passed through his body as he felt Ray respond. He wasn't sure why, but he was filled with a sudden and overwhelming need to feel Ray, to hold and kiss him, to make love to him. His tongue entered Ray's mouth gently. His tongue caressed Ray's lovingly. The kisses changed from soft to fierce, even demanding, as Sean took possession of Fraser's mind and body.

Ray had been sleeping peacefully when Fraser's kiss woke him. Not that he ever objected to Fraser kissing him, but they had made love just before going to sleep. As the intensity of Fraser's kiss increased, Ray felt his mind slipping into the background, as if he were becoming someone else.

Sean knew the precise instant when Jamie was with him. He felt Jamie's gentle soul touch his own. Oh how he loved Jamie! His hands caressed the borrowed body that was now his love. He trailed kisses down Jamie's neck, sucking and biting hard enough to leave bruises on the pale skin.. His hands gently ran across taut nipples before he sucked them into his mouth, bringing to his lover's lips a low moan of pleasure.

Jamie reluctantly drew away from Sean. He needed to return this pleasure. He kissed Sean gently, as was his way. His slender hands, artist's hands, touched Sean softly. His lips glided across Sean's body. They had been lovers for twenty years, and Jamie knew how and where Sean liked to be touched. He flicked his tongue across Sean's nipples, teasing them. He wrapped one fragile hand around Sean's cock and lazily caressed his love, his Sean.

He slowly continued his kisses down Sean's body until he finally kissed the tip of Sean's cock, licking away the first few precious drops of liquid that oozed from him. Slowly, ever so slowly, inch by inch, he sucked Sean into his mouth. Gently he grazed his teeth along the length of the now enlarged vein from which would come his lover's essence.

Sean relaxed into the pillows and let himself enjoy the sweet pleasure that his love was giving him. It had been so many years since he had felt Jamie do this, and Jamie did it so well. He glanced down. In the flickering candlelight he could see himself being drawn into Jamie's mouth. He could see the look of love in Jamie's eyes. This he enjoyed, but this was not what he wanted, needed, craved.

Jamie knew what Sean wanted. He gave up the precious taste and feel of Sean's hardened manhood and returned to kissing Sean's lips. He looked into eyes that were now green and smiled.

Jamie rolled onto his back and lifted his legs as Sean slid his arms beneath them for support. It had been so long since they had done this. Sean looked into Jamie's eyes, and years of longing and need rushed to the surface. Sean entered his lover quickly, fiercely. He heard Jamie's deep intake of breath, felt Jamie push against him in response. His thrusts were quick, short. He would wait before he set the tempo of deep thrusts. As tempting as it was to give in to ultimate pleasure, he wanted it to last. They had only this one night. This night had to fulfill years of longing, of the need to physically feel each other's pleasure. This one night to give and receive the love they had for each other.

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Part of Ray's mind struggled to come to the surface. Damn! Fraser never made love to him like this. Not with this intense yearning. There was hunger in his passion, as if this was something he had needed for years. Ray could see Fraser's face in the soft glow of the candlelight. (He didn't remember them lighting candles.} Even Fraser's face seemed different. Ray looked into his eyes. They seemed to change color: blue to green and back again. Ray fought for control. He was startled by the voice that was Fraser's, and yet not.

"Go back, Ray. It's not you I want and need. It's Jamie."

Ray still fought for control, until a soft Scot brogue whispered into his mind, "Please, Ray. We've been so long without each other, Sean and I. Please. It's Christmas Eve."

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Fraser recognized the mind that touched his. "Sean?"

"Hush, Lad, it's all right. You know I would do nothing to hurt you or your lover."

Fraser knew that Sean was telling him the truth.. Sean had hurt him terribly in the past, but so great was his love for Ray that he understood Sean's need and his love for Jamie. For a brief instant he thought 'it is Christmas Eve. This is a time for giving.' He allowed his mind to withdraw, letting Sean take over, knowing that whatever pleasure Sean and Jamie experienced, so would he and Ray.

Ray knew about Sean O'Leary, how he had been a part of Fraser's past. He knew about Sean's long time lover, Jamie Gordon. Fraser had told him this at the very beginning of their life together. Ray thought about how much he loved Fraser, about what it would be like if he could not hold Fraser in his arms, feel Fraser's kisses, revel in their lovemaking. But this, well, this was just fucking crazy.

Sean/Fraser sensed Ray's hesitation. Sean and Jamie withdrew for a moment, allowing Fraser and Ray time.

"Ray? Do you know, do you understand what is happening?"

"Yeah, Frase. At least I think so. I dunno. It's just freakin' weird."

"I know, Ray. But, please, let this happen for them."

"Why, Fraser? 'Cause maybe ya still care a little for him?"

"No, Ray. Because I care for you."

Ray listened to Fraser's logic. And the soft voice whispered again into his soul, "Please, Ray."

"Ok, Fraser, ok. But tomorrow we talk about this. This ain't gonna happen again. I'm not gonna share you with anyone, I don't care who it is."

Fraser responded "Understood, Ray."

Both men took deep breaths and allowed Sean and Jamie to reclaim them.

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Sean thrust deeply into Jamie. He leaned forward and claimed a deep kiss from his love. The rhythm of his thrusts quickly became an old pattern, one that had always brought pleasure to both of them. The tempo quickened, the rhythm changed. Like a dance to music that only the two of them could hear, a rhythm only they could feel.

Sean felt the beginning of his orgasm. It seemed to come from his soul. The flow of his cum started deep within his balls and traveled up his cock, leaving him in bursts of pleasure, entering the body of his lover.

Jamie was himself on the verge of release. Sean grasped Jamie's cock where he knew he could stop Jamie. Sean thrust one last time, releasing the last of himself into his love. Their time together this night was so very short that he withdrew quickly and took Jamie into his mouth. He took Jamie with love, doing as Jamie had done earlier, taking his love inch by precious inch. He nibbled gently, then sucked hard and was rewarded with the taste of his lover as Jamie released himself.

They relaxed into each other's arms. Jamie put his head on Sean's shoulder and ran one hand gently down Sean's neck.

"I love you", he whispered. "And it's really all right, about that Canadian, I mean."

Sean hugged Jamie and kissed him gently on one temple. "I know, Jamie love, I know."

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Christmas morning.

Ray woke and turned in Fraser's arms. Looking into blue eyes, Ray said "Frase, I had this weird dream last night. You an' me were goin' at it hot and heavy, big time. It was so real that my ass hurts."

Fraser smiled and kissed Ray softly. "I'm going to go start a pot of coffee before your parents get here, Ray."

Ray watched Fraser as he slipped on a robe and headed for the kitchen. The sudden need to pee forced him to leave the warmth of their bed and go to the bathroom. That taken care of, he glanced at himself in the bathroom mirror. There were bruises on his neck that he knew had not come from Fraser. Fraser left bruises sometimes, but not like these. Fraser never left teeth marks. And then Ray remembered the dream. Had it been a dream?

"Fraser! I think we need to have a talk!"