Menage a Trois

by Corrinne

"So," Ray said to Fraser, "You're back from your little adventure in Canada with pretty boy here, and you want to just kiss and make up?"

"Well, no, Ray, not exactly.. You see, Ray and I are in a committed relationship now." Fraser ran his hand along the collar of his shirt, not sure exactly how to approach the subject to Ray Vecchio. "Ray, you know that it's not exactly unheard of in the gay community for committed relationships to be .. that is to say, not to be .. " Fraser hesitated.

"What he means to say, Vecchio, is he wants us to be a trio instead of a couple."

"He wants what!?" Ray Vecchio stared at the two men standing in front of him. He was quiet accustomed to being draw into weird situations by the Mountie, but this? Well, this was weird even by Fraser's standards. "Let me get this straight, Fraser. You want both of us? Like, all the time? You know that Stanley and I didn't exactly hit off from the beginning."

Fraser looked deeply into his former lover's eyes. "Yes, Ray. That's exactly what I want. I love both of you. I want to be with both of you. I want to hear the two of you arguing over whose turn it is to fix breakfast or who left the toilet seat up. I need both of you, Ray. Without you I am incomplete."

Ray Vecchio turned his attention to the other Ray. "And you? What do you want?"

"I want whatever will make Fraser happy."

"Do I have to sleep with you? You know, sex?"

"Hey, Vecchio! I'm a pretty good lay. You oughta try me out."

Vecchio considered the possibility. It would be good to make love to Fraser again. And maybe, just maybe, Kowalski could deliver what his blue eyes and lithe body promised. Taking a deep breath he said, "OK, I guess we can give a try and see what happens." Reaching out and running his fingers through Kowalski's spikey hair he said, "So, Stanley, are you a Bulls fan?"

The three men, clad only in their undershorts, were trying to look everywhere except at each other. Finally Ray Kowalski broke the silence saying, "Look, maybe it's be easier if one of us left the room. Ya know. Not try a threesome right off."

Vecchio glared at him. "OK, Stanley, just which one of us is leaving?"

"Calm down, Vecchio. I know it's been a while fer you and Frase. I'll leave."

Both Rays were surprised as Fraser said, "No, I'll leave. After all, I have loved both of you. Perhaps you should get to *ahem* know each other a little." Turning, Fraser left the room.

"So, Stanley, I guess it's just you and me. You said you're a good lay. Care to prove it?"

"Don't push it, Vecchio. I'm only doin' this 'cause of Fraser."

"I'm certainly not doing it because of you."

A soft knock at the door interrupted their argument. They tried again.

"So, Vecchio. What's yer preference? Top? Bottom? Blow job?"

"Oh, no, Stanley. No way I'm letting you play the martyr."

Hair trigger temper now almost out of control, Kowalski shouted, "Well, fuck you, Vecchio."

Both were shocked into temporary silence as they heard Fraser's voice saying, "That's really not such a bad idea, you know."

Stunned, the two looked at each other again. "Stanley? You really do love him, don't you?"

"Yeah, Vecchio, I do. But then, so do you. And he loves us both."

"So, I guess this means that if either one of us gets to keep him, then we both have to."

"Sorta looks that way."

"No offense, Stanley, but I really don't see what he sees in you. I mean, you're sort of .. sort of .. well, spare."

"Oh that's a good one, Vecchio. You tryin' to say I'm skinny? 'Cause if ya are, well just take a good look at yerself in a mirror. Plus, I still got all my hair."

"Oh, Stanley, that's a low blow even coming from you."

The next thing they knew, a very angry Mountie was standing in the room with them. "I don't believe this! I don't bloody believe it! You both say you love me, want to be with me. Yet this is the way you act?"

Vecchio looked at Kowalski. "Did he just say 'bloody'? Did the perfect Mountie just swear?"

"Izzat swearin' in Canadian? Bloody? What kinda word izzat?"

Fraser had had enough. "That's it! I"m through with both of you! You fight. You argue. I ask you to do one little thing ... just one little thing! Five or ten minutes out of your lives, and you can't even give me that!"

"Whoa, whoa, Frase. Five or ten minutes? Izzat all you think we can manage?"

"Frankly, Ray," Fraser said as he started pulling on jeans and a shirt, "I don't care if it's ten minutes or ten hours. You both think this is just a game, don't you? Well, it's not. Fight, fuck, I don't care anymore what you do!"

Vecchio grabbed Fraser by the arm. "Where do you think you're going, Benny?"

"I don't know, Turnbull's box maybe. At least he doesn't question my intentions." With that, Fraser was out of the room, slamming the door behind himself.

The two Rays looked at each other.

"Turnbull?" Vecchio asked. "Is there something else I should know about?"

"Turnbull?" Kowalski said. "Oh, fuck, Vecchio, if we let him go to Turnbull, we'll both lose him."

Their combined voices yelled, "Hey, Fraser, wait!" Both were slipping on slacks and shirts as fast as they could.

Working as efficiently as they had that fateful day at the mall, the two Rays bounded down the stairs and out into the Chicago street.

"Which way to Turnbull's box?"

"Thataway."

The two took off running. After a few blocks, both had to stop and catch their breath.. Vecchio, leaning over, hands on knees, managed to say between breaths, "Turnbull lives ...*pant, pant*...in a box?"

Kowalski, taking in short fast breaths replied, "Yeah ...*breath*...figure Mounties ...*breath*... they're all freaks ...*breath*... at least these two are."

"For once, Stanley, ...*pant, pant*... we agree. How much further?"

"Not far. Let's go!"

Running down another block, they rounded a corner, Kowalski in the lead. Fraser was just ahead, walking, his hands in his pockets, head down.

"Hey! Benton Buddy! Wait up!" Kowalski shouted.

"Yeah, Benny. Wait!"

Fraser stopped, turned, and looked at the two. "What do you want?"

"We're sorry, Benny. Aren't we, Stanley? Look, Benny. We'll try to get along."

"Will you? Will you really? I find it impossible to believe that I thought the two of you could get along. I don't believe you can."

"Whoa, Frase. We can. Watch. I'll prove it."

Reaching out and taking Ray Vecchio's face in his hands, Ray Kowalski leaned in to kiss the tall Italian. For Benny's sake, Vecchio allowed the kiss. But, when Kowalski's tongue eased its way into his mouth, for his own sake Vecchio returned the kiss in full measure. His arms went around Kowalski and drew him in closer.

"Ahem. Excuse me?" came the voice of the nearly forgotten Mountie. "Do you two think you could stop that?"

Neither Ray heeded Fraser at all.

"Excuse me! Do I have to arrest the two of you for public indecency?"

Breaking their embrace, Ray said, "Oh, sorry about that Benny."

"Yeah, yer right, Frase. Uh, Vecchio, about earlier. I'm, uh, sorry about the hair crack I made. So, ya wanna try again?"

"Sure, Stanley. I think I might like that. Coming with us Benny?"

As the three strolled back to the apartment shared by Fraser and Kowalski, Ray turned to Ray and said, "Just one thing, Vecchio. C'n ya tone down the Stanley bit? I hate that name. Nobody but my Mom and Dad call me Stanley."

Fraser quietly closed the bedroom door. His Rays had, a bit self consciously, slipped off their clothing and were once again kissing. He left them their privacy. Crossing the small living room, he relaxed into a chair, his feet propped up on the coffee table. Whether they were doing this for him or for themselves didn't matter. What did matter was that they both loved him enough to not want to lose him.

Fraser knew that part of the reason the two were so snippy with each other was because each feared that he would ultimately decide between the two of them. Kowalski in particular feared it. Fraser and Kowalski had been lovers for a long time, but Ray knew that Fraser had loved Ray Vecchio first. Fraser knew that if the three of them were to make this a lasting partnership, it would be Kowalski's insecurities that would need to be put to rest. It helped that Vecchio had a deeply loving heart. Given time and opportunity, he would begin to love the blonde haired Ray, emotionally as well as physically.

Vecchio also knew this. He understood why Fraser had decided to leave the two of them alone together. He had watched as Fraser changed from a naive Mountie from wherever in the hell, to a man now confident of his movements through the metropolis that was Chicago. He had looked into Kowalski's record and knew that he was a good cop with several citations to his credit. And he knew that the two loved each other very deeply. Still, his heart told him that Benny still loved him, also. And he dearly loved Benny. So, if Benny wanted the three of them to be a family, it was up to him to remove Kowalski's fear of losing Fraser and make the first attempt at getting along.

Taking Kowalski by the hand, Vecchio led him to the bed. Returning Kowalski's earlier gesture, he took his face in his hands and kissed him, gently at first. Kowalski returned the kiss, his arms going around Vecchio. Their naked chests pressed against each other. Remembering the way Benny kissed, Vecchio tried to give those kisses to the blonde now in his arms and was rewarded by a low moan.

He whispered, "If you don't want me to call you Stanley, what can I call you?"

"Ray."

Vecchio chuckled, "Won't it be confusing if we're both Ray? Look, you call me Vecchio all the time, how about I call you Kowalski."

"OK."

"Tell me then, Kowalski, what would you like?"

"You."

"Just how would you like me?"

"Ya wanna fuck me?"

"Oh, yes, Stan...,sorry, I want very much to fuck you."

Fraser was growing worried. There was no sound emanating from the bedroom. Intimate as he had been with both Rays, he knew that neither one was a very silent lover. He crossed the room and opened the door ever so slightly.

He could hear Vecchio's voice whispering, "Slow down. Take it easy. We got all night."

Fraser leaned back against the wall. He knew that Kowalski liked to be fucked hard and fast. Vecchio was more like himself, preferring a slower rhythm, drawing the pleasure out as long as possible.

He heard the sound of Kowalski's voice saying, "Oh, yeah .. oh, that feels so .."

Reaching down, Fraser lazily ran his hand up and down his manhood, still confined within his shorts. The door remained open a slight crack.

"Harder, faster, please," was Kowalski's plea.

Fraser slipped his shorts down over his hips and let them drop to his ankles.

"I can give it to you as hard and fast as you want," Vecchio's voice replied.

Fraser swiftly encircled his shaft with his strong fingers and worked himself in time to the rhythm he could both hear and feel. He erupted at Kowalski's cry of "Oh, God!"

Fraser gave the two a few moments and slipped into the bedroom. Kowalski, his spikey hair now dampened with sweat, was laying with his head on Vecchio's shoulder, his arm across Vecchio's chest. Fraser crossed the room, kissed each of the men he loved, and slid into bed on Kowalski's other side.

"Ray?"

Ray moved slightly in his sleep. "Hmmm?"

"Are you happy?"

"Happy, yeah."

"Did he please you?"

"Frase, lemme sleep."

"Yes, Ray. But, did he please you?"

"Oh yeah."

"Good. I'm glad."

Fraser wrapped his arms around Ray Kowalski, his hand touching and entwining with the fingers of Ray Vecchio. Vecchio lifted their hands, kissed Fraser's hand gently and whispered, "It's gonna be ok, Benny."

Ray Vecchio stretched lazily, waking slowly, and reached a hand out to touch the man lying next to him. Only ... no one was there. Gradually, he recognized the smell of freshly brewed coffee and heard soft voices from outside the closed bedroom door.

Slipping on a robe that had been tossed carelessly across the foot of the bed, he quietly left the room. Fraser and Stan..dammit, Kowalski, were in the kitchen. They were standing facing each other. Fraser had his arms around Kowalski's waist and, in return, Kowalski's arms were draped loosely across Fraser's shoulders. Their conversation was so low that Vecchio couldn't hear what they were saying. It appeared to be very intimate, very serious. He thought he heard "Ray" once or twice.

Fraser was also wearing a robe, but Kowalski had on jeans and a T-shirt. They lingered in conversation a little longer. And then they kissed. Vecchio drew in a deep breath for the kiss was a slow, gentle one: the kind shared by people truly in love.

Kowalski ended the kiss and headed for the apartment door. Seeing Vecchio standing in the bedroom doorway, Kowalski greeted him with a cheerful, "Mornin', Vecchio." Turning to Fraser, he said, "See the two of ya in a couple of hours," and disappeared.

Fraser turned to face Vecchio. "Would you like some coffee, Ray?"

"Sure, Benny. Thanks."

Fraser fixed Ray a cup of coffee and walked into the living room to place it on the coffee table. "Did you sleep well, Ray?"

"Yeah, Benny, I did."

Their conversation was a little strained. It was the first time they had been alone together since Fraser and Ray had returned from Canada.

"So, Benny, is everything OK with Stanley?"

"Yes, Ray. Everything is just fine."

"Benny, we need to talk."

"About what, Ray?"

"About this whole threesome business. Now wait, before you get started on one of your never ending explanations, hear me out. I know you love me, Benny. And I know that you love Stanley. But I don't love him. Oh, he's great in bed. Matter of fact, last night was fantastic. He's almost as good as you are. Must be all that nervous energy he has or something. So, sex won't be a problem. It's just that, oh jeez, Benny. There's something ... personalities maybe. I don't want to disappoint you or lose you, but this is gonna take a lot of time. Me and Kowalski? With you? I'm not so sure."

Fraser, who had returned to the kitchen, crossed the room and sat on the couch beside Vecchio. Reaching out, he took Ray's hands in his and looked deeply into Ray's eyes. "Ray, please try. He was telling me, just before you woke, that he wants this to work. He really does. Last night with you meant something to him. So much, in fact, that he decided to leave so that you and I could be alone together for a little while."

"He's gonna do that for us?"

"Yes, Ray. He knows it's been a long time for us. He knows how much I want to make love with you."

Fraser rose from the couch and held his hand out to his one time lover. "Come with me, Ray."

Vecchio followed Fraser back into the bedroom, the coffee forgotten after only a few sips. In less time than it takes an autumn leaf to fall from tree to ground, the two were in each other's arms. Old memories flooded back.

"Oh, God, Benny! I missed you."

Like a man being given water after a long trek across an arid desert, Fraser kissed Ray. His tongue delved deeply into the life giving wetness of Ray's mouth, drawing Ray's tongue back into his own. Ray's hands sought Fraser's nipples and slid gently across them.

"Benny? Do you still like it the way you used to?"

"Yes, Ray."

Vecchio ran his tongue down Fraser's body, licking and kissing as he did. He heard the deep intake of Fraser's breath as he took his cock into his mouth in one all engulfing movement. He was rewarded as Fraser's back arched off of the bed. Ray indulged himself in long, hard sucks on his lover, combined with gentle laps of his tongue across the dripping piss slit. This was something he had always enjoyed, sucking Fraser until he lost his mind in the he glory of it. Knowing that Fraser was close, Ray used his teeth to gently bite the base of his head and Fraser came with an incoherent cry.

When Fraser had given all he had to give, Ray lay beside him, kissing him.

"Too late, Benny. I'm spattered all over the sheets."

"You mean you ...?"

"Yeah, Benny, I did. Just like old times."

"Looks like I'm gonna be here for a while**

Fraser hugged Ray as hard as he could. "Does that mean you'll try to make this work?"

"Yeah, Benny. Just don't expect me and Stanley to get along all the time, because we won't."

The two were lying in that place that is neither awake nor asleep when they heard the door to the apartment open. Seconds later, Ray Kowalski popped his head in the door saying, "You guys ok?"

Vecchio responded, "Yeah, we're fine." He beckoned to the blonde who entered the room and received a deep kiss from each of them. "Thanks, Ray."

The next few days passed by uneventfully. Vecchio was still living at home, but spent most of his free time and the odd night now and then with Fraser and Kowalski. He had known that Kowalski would take some getting used to, but the man sweetened his coffee with candy! No wonder he was hyper!

Their sex had remained one on one, even when he stayed all night. He would find his pleasure with either Kowalski or Fraser although the did all three sleep together afterward.

They had been watching a bonspiel on the Canadian cable channel. Fraser had turned the television off and thrown himself down on the couch in disgust.

"I can't believe they lost!"

"How c'n ya tell which team lost, Frase?"

"It's not called a team, Ray. It's called a rink."

"Thanks, Kowalski. Now he'll get started explaining the game to you all over again."

"No, he won't," Kowalski replied, using a kiss to stop Fraser before he could launch into another long explanation of curling. Winking at Vecchio he said, "Works every time."

"You sure?"

"I'm sure. You outta try it sometime."

Vecchio turned Fraser's face in his direction and kissed him. Then Kowalski kissed Fraser before kissing Vecchio. The two Rays looked at each other. They needed no words to know that now was the time. Standing, each took one of Fraser's hands and slowly led him to the bedroom.

Between the two of them they undressed him. Then they undressed each other. Giving Kowalski a knowing smile, Vecchio asked, "Mountie in the middle?"

Laying on each side of Fraser, the two Rays took turns kissing him. While Vecchio was kissing Fraser, Kowalski ran his tongue down Fraser's neck and downward to lick and kiss Fraser's nipples. Then he kissed Vecchio, sliding his tongue deeply into Vecchio's mouth. Then Kowalski kissed Fraser as Vecchio ran first his fingers, and then his tongue across Fraser's nipples. Fraser nearly hummed at the different feeling the two gave him.

The two Rays kissed each other again and began a slow journey of licking and kissing, sucking and nibbling their way down Fraser's body. Their actions mirrored each other. Every few inches they would stop and kiss each other.

As Vecchio's hand encircled Fraser's shaft, Kowalski's slender fingers slowly caressed his balls. Vecchio leaned down to carefully lick away the first few drops of pre-cum. Kowalski did likewise. They kissed again, sharing the taste of Fraser.

Vecchio lowered his head and took Fraser in his mouth. Fraser's hip moved as he thrust himself deeper. Kowalski knelt between Fraser's legs watching Vecchio suck. He had never watched a man give a blow job before and was fascinated as Fraser's rod fucked Vecchio's mouth.

Leaning down, he ran his tongue tentatively across Fraser's balls. Fraser reacted by thrusting even deeper. Liking the reaction he got from his lover, Kowalski began licking, bathing Fraser's balls.

The combined feeling of two different mouth, two different tongues set Fraser on fire. His hands gripped the sheet beneath him as he felt a fiery stream of liquid travel its way up his shaft and down Vecchio's throat.

Kowalski lifted Fraser's legs and placed them over his shoulders as Vecchio drew the last of Fraser's cum into his mouth. Vecchio quickly grabbed the lube from the near by nightstand and coated Kowalski, kissing him as he did. Kowalski slid slowly in.

As soon as Kowalski had found his rhythm, Vecchio straddled Fraser and lowered his cock into Fraser's mouth. He reached out and used Kowalski's arms for balance. Fraser had his hands on Vecchio's hips to help control the thrusts as Vecchio and Kowalski matched each other thrust for thrust.

Blue eyes gazed into green ones as the two Rays found pleasure in the man they both loved. An unspoken understanding of trust passed between them. Kowalski took Vecchio's face in his hands and kissed him as they reached a mutual climax.

Later, the two lay with their heads on Fraser's shoulders. Fraser had drifted off to sleep, the bonspiel forgotten.

"See, Vecchio? Works every time."

Kowalski turned over onto his right side. In his sleep, Fraser turned over and curled his body around him. Vecchio pressed himself against Fraser's back, his hand laying on top of the one that Fraser rested on Kowalski's hip.

Although Vecchio knew Fraser was sleeping, he whispered into his ear, "Oh yeah, Benny. Everything's going to be just fine."