The Late Night Conversations

Benton Fraser closed the magazine he had been reading and neatly placed
it on the table by the couch.  Standing, he yawned and stretched.  He
covered the small distance to the the other end of the couch where his
lover, Ray Kowalski, sat reading.  Ray had tucked his feet beneath him
and had his book propped on one knee.  It never ceased to amaze Fraser,
these things that Ray could do with his lithe body.

"It's getting late, Ray.  I'm going to bed.  Are you coming?"

"In a little, Frase.  I kinda wanna finish this story."

Taking Ray's face in his hand, Fraser leaned down, and kissed him
gently.  "Don't be up too late, Ray.  Good night."

Ray responded "ok" and went back to his reading.

Fraser was asleep by the time Ray finished his story.  Ray undressed
quickly and slid into the bed as carefully as he could, not wanting to
wake his lover.  But Fraser seemed to have some instinct that told him
when Ray came to bed.  Like he did every time Ray stayed up late,
Fraser's strong arms drew Ray to him.  Ray felt the warm  body move
closer.  He felt Fraser's lips searching for his in the dark and turned
his head so that their lips met.  Fraser kissed him softly.  And Ray
heard a sleepy voice whisper "I love you" as Fraser put his head on
Ray's shoulder, using it as a pillow.

Later that same night:

"Fraser, Fraser, are you awake?"   I hear his voice calling me.  He
never sleeps through an entire night, my Ray.  Instead, he cat-naps. 
Lately he's developed a most annoying habit of waking me to talk about
one odd thing or another.  I could pretend that I am still sleeping,
but it won't work.  I've tried before.  He is a most persistent person.
 So I open my eyes to look at him.  "What is it, Ray?"

"What part of me is your favorite?"

"What?"

"What part of me is your favorite?"

"Whatever are you talking about?"

"It's this story I read.  See, these aliens come to Earth and all they
talk about is serving men.  So we're all thinkin' that they wanna be
like maids 'r somethin'.  Turns out their idea is serving men like on a
platter, with an apple in the mouth, like a roast pig.  So, what part
of me is your favorite?"

"Go to sleep, Ray.  You're being silly."


Silly!  He just called me silly-again.  If I didn't love him, I'd pop
him one.  But I got somethin' better in mind.  I run my fingers through
his hair.  "I like your hair, Frase.  You got nice hair. Could use a
trim, though."  Then I softly trace my thumb across an eyelash.  "I
like your eyes, too."  He's trying to ignore me.

"I like your lips.  They're soft and warm, and shaped so nice."  I'm
kissin' him now, and he kisses back.  But he won't put his arms around
me, thinks I'll give up and go to sleep.  Only I ain't gonna.  Not this
time.  So I run my hands across broad shoulders and down muscular arms.
 "You're strong" I tell him.  And I move my hands to his chest.  "Like
the nipples.  Only don't know which one I like better.  This one.." and
I suck his left nipple into my mouth and let my tongue dance across
it.."Or this one."  And I do the same thing to the right nipple.  "Yer
breathin' a little funny." 

He's still got his eyes closed, and his hands are grasping the sheets,
playin' hard to get.  So I move lower, to his waist, and slobber all
over his belly button.  "You put on a little weight" I say.  Now my
hands are on his hips, right?  An' he's tryin' real hard not to move. 
I move one hand and grasp his organ.  It's hard.  "This ain't bad." 
Now my hand is between his legs and I caress his balls.  "Like these,
too."  I can feel the muscles in his thighs tighten as he tries to keep
control.  I take him into my mouth and suck, just a little.


He stopped!  Why did he stop?  I open my eyes and he's on his side next
to me, head propped up on one elbow.  He's grinning.  I can see his
face in the moonlight coming through the window.  So, he wants to play.
 Alright then, play it is.  I move my arm and jerk his elbow away.  His
eyes are gleaming, full of laughter-and lust.  

I kiss him as I run my fingers through his soft blonde hair.  I can
taste myself on his tongue.  He used to hate it when I tasted things. 
I bite at his full lower lip.  He likes to be nipped at now and then. 
I bit too hard once, by accident of course, and will never do that
again.  I whisper into his ear "Your mouth is like a red, red rose."

"Jeez, Frase!!  Don't start with the poetry!"   It really irritates him
when I do that.  But it's worth it for the look on his face.  "Be
quiet, Ray.  I didn't interrupt you."  And I kiss him again.  I kiss
him long and hard.  He responds and tries to put his arms around me.  I
won't let him.  I take one hand and bring it to my lips.  One at a
time,  I slowly suck and nibble at his fingers.  "I love your hands,
Ray.  You use them so expressively when you talk."

I kiss his neck and throat, leaving bruises.  Ray always has at least
one.  These bruises are my brand on him.  They tell others to leave
well enough alone, he's taken.

I slowly run my fingers and then my tongue across his nipples.  The
right one is much more sensitive that the left.  He doesn't think I
know this.  But there is nothing about my Ray that I do not know.  And
so I lavish just a little extra attention on that delectable right
nipple.  Now he's the one breathing funny.  One last gentle lick across
the left one.  I ignore no part of Ray.

I let my hands roam further down his lean body.  He's so slender.  He's
also incredibly strong.  Once he flipped me over so hard that we both
fell off of the bed.  Now I know, so I keep my guard up against his
strength.  I touch his thighs.  I can feel  the power in them.  Moving
on I take his cock in my hand.  He's really breathing funny now.  I
move my hand up, down, up again.  I flick my tongue gently across the
tip, tasting him as I do.  Now I take all of him in my mouth and his
hips thrust upward.  But I'm not finished yet.  

I reluctantly pull away and inch my way down to his feet.  "Do you
remember the first time I ever say you barefoot, Ray?  It was when I
had you under arrest at the Consulate."  I kiss his toes, quite
carefully, because I know his feet are ticklish.  I know everything
about Ray.  He knows everything about me.  

He knows how I will respond as he lifts his legs to his chest, inviting
me in.  I should tease him a little more as punishment for waking me,
but I won't.  We both need release too much.  Accepting his invitation,
I slide slowly in.

Fraser don't know that I know this, but he does the same thing every
time.  Every time he slides in and stops for a few seconds, runs his
tongue across his bottom lip, and slides slowly out.  I notice stuff
like that.   Then he gives it to me the way I want it-deep, hard, fast.
 I can feel the strength in his muscles as he moves.  I wish the light
was on.  I like to watch his face.  He kinda scrunches his eyes.  He
moves his tongue across his lip.  Hey, he even bit himself once.

Wow! he's good tonight.  He hits the right spot every time he goes in. 
I'm not gonna last much longer.  So I wrap my hand around my cock and
I'm pumpin' like crazy.    And he's startin' to sweat.  He's startin'
to make that funny little noise he always makes.  Oh! Oh! here it
comes!

We're lying in each other's arms now.  Our lips meet in soft, gentle,
quick kisses.  Ray nuzzles his nose against my ear.  He's sleepy now. 
I say to him "Ray, about these late night conversations.."