Sports Almost Illustrated

Ray Kowalski was trying hard to watch the game.  But it was becoming
more and more difficult with Fraser kissing him, running his tongue
along Ray's jawline, across his earlobe-sucking and biting at it.  Ray
could hear, as well as feel, Fraser's noisy kisses down his neck. 
Again, Fraser found a sensitive spot and sucked and bit at it.  By
Ray's count, this would make the fourth hickey Fraser had given him
since the game started.  

"Cut it out, Fraser!  Do not do that!  I let you watch curling in
peace.  Hell, I even watch it with you.  The least you can do is let me
watch the basketball play-offs."

"I'm sorry, Ray," Fraser replied, although Ray didn't think he looked
very sorry.  With a great show of reluctance, Fraser moved to the far
end of the couch.  Hands folded in his lap, he leaned back to watch the
game.  Ray's enthusiasm was contagious and Fraser found that he was
caught up in the game himself.

His life had changed so much since he and Ray had finally admitted
their love for each other.  He felt a lightness of spirit that he
thought he had lost forever years ago.  Ray had reached into his heart
and soul, found a place that was empty, and made it his.  Fraser paused
for reflection during a commercial.  He had been in love once before
when he was much younger, thought he was in love again not that long
ago.  Both had ended and left him deeply hurt.  Ray had promised that
he would never leave.  Oh, their life together wasn't always easy.  
Ray still yelled at him a lot.  But Fraser had to admit that it was
usually his own fault, for he did have an tendency to rub Ray's nerves
the wrong way at times.  But, all in all, they had found a mutual
happiness.

Ray was back from the kitchen with a soft drink for himself and tea for
Fraser before the game started again.  He noticed the distant stare on
his face.  "Hello!  Earth to Fraser!" and handed him the tea.

"Thank you, Ray."

"No problemo, Buddy."

For the next several minutes, both concentrated on the game.  It was
pretty much back and forth baskets for a while until one of the teams
seemed to find a second wind and, by half-time, they were up 8 points.

Ray moved to Fraser's end of the couch and took his face in his hands. 
"It's half-time, Frase.  Game won't be back on for at least twenty,
maybe thirty minutes.  Wanna fool around a little?"

Twenty minutes of heavy kissing and petting can get pretty intense,
especially if one is a sensuous Canadian Mountie and the other a horny
Chicago flatfoot with experimental hair.  They had finally reached the
chest kissing, nipple sucking stage when Fraser happened to glance
toward the television.  Pulling back from Ray's tonsil grazing kiss he
whispered "game's back on, Ray."

"Screw the game, Frase."  Ray kissed him again on the neck.  The hickey
score was now even.

"Well actually, Ray, I was rather interested in the outcome myself."  A
pass of his finger's through Ray's hair, a lick across Ray's ear..

"Give it up, Frase.  You weren't watching the game."  Ray was breathing
hard.  A gentle lick across one nipple, followed by a definite bite
brought Fraser's jean clad groin against Ray's own.

"As a matter of fact, Ray, I was."  Another kiss, this time nibbling
Ray's full, rich lower lip.

"Oh yeah, Frase?  Prove it.  Prove to me that you were watchin' the
game."

Conversation was difficult, what with kissing and caressing and all,
but Fraser managed somehow.  "Well, Ray.  The first half ended with the
team in black uniforms pulling ahead.  But while we have been otherwise
occupied, the team in yellow has managed to even the score and, oh
dear, they just made another three point basket!"

That was it.  Ray gave in.  Ok, so the Bulls weren't in the play-offs. 
His next favorite team just happened to be the one wearing black and
Ray really wanted to see them win.  "Ok, Frase, but the commercials are
mine."

The game seemed to go on too long, the commercials not long enough.  By
the time the game was over, and the boys in black had won, both men
were hot, sweaty, breathing hard.  Ray stood up and pulled Fraser off
the couch.

"Don't you want to see the interviews with the players, Ray?"

"No, I do not!  All I wanna see is you, Frase."

"Understood, Ray."  Fraser surprised Ray by picking him up in his arms
and carrying him to the bedroom.  Depositing Ray on the bed, he swiftly
divested Ray of his T-shirt.  With eager hands he unfastened, unzipped,
and removed Ray's jeans-no longer surprised by the fact that Ray seldom
wore underwear.

Pulling Fraser down, Ray returned the favor and stripped Fraser with
swift, slender fingers.  Flipping him onto his back, Ray almost pounced
on Fraser.  The feel of hot, naked skin touching was like lighting a
flame.  Their kisses gained in intensity.  Their hands roamed and
caressed each other.  Suddenly, Fraser lifted his legs and looked into
Ray's eyes in mute invitation.  That was all Ray needed.

'No time' he thought, 'no time'.  He slicked his cock with his own
pre-cum as a lubricant.  He grabbed Fraser's wrists and held them down
so that he was nearly spread-eagled on the bed.  Giving his lover one
more deep, passionate, tonsil touching kiss he entered him.

There was no mistaking Fraser's reaction.  He drew his breath in hard. 
He loved it when Ray fucked him.  Ray filled him just right.  And Ray's
movements matched his personality- fast, energetic, intense.  Fraser
lifted his legs and locked his ankles around Ray's back, forcing Ray
deeper.  He thrust up hard against Ray with each inward push.  More
than two hours of intermittent love making made it impossible to hold
back.  

Ray moved hard and fast, pumping in and out of Fraser with desperate
need.  Feeling Fraser's muscles tighten, he came with a loud cry,
filling Fraser with his thick, hot cum.  He collapsed on Fraser, heart
beating rapidly, breathing irregular.  His body slowly relaxed and his
now softening cock released itself from the heat that had embraced it.

Noticing that Fraser was still hot and hard with lust, Ray kissed him
again.  Then he lowered his head and took Fraser into his mouth. 
Drawing his lips of the length of Fraser's cock, Ray sucked at the
head.  Fraser hissed a deep breath and ran his fingers through Ray's
hair.  Ray began sucking in earnest, Fraser bucking and thrusting
beneath him.  As Fraser's back arched off the bed, Ray bobbed up and
down a couple of more times then sucked the head again, as hard as he
could.  Fraser exploded into his mouth and Ray swallowed all of it.

"Fraser?"  They were lying peacefully now.  "Ya know, when basket ball
season is over, we still got baseball, and then football."

"Of course, Ray.  And let's not forget curling and hockey."  Fraser
paused for a minute then continued "Ray?  You have three sports, I only
have two.  Do you think you could bring yourself to watch figure
skating competition with me."

"Sure, Frase, any sport you want, Buddy.  Just as long as there's
commercials."

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A loud clap of thunder woke Fraser.  Ray, never a quiet sleeper, was
tossing badly-sheets twisted around himself.  "Ray," Fraser whispered. 
Then louder "Ray!"

Ray woke, near panic in his eyes.  He stared at Fraser, then grasped
him tightly, his whole body trembling.

"Ray, what's wrong?  Were you having a nightmare?"

"St--storm" Ray barely managed to get out.

Fraser looked into Ray's face and realized that he was truly terrified
of the storm raging outside.

"It's allright, Ray.  I've got you.  You're safe with me."  Fraser
lifted himself off of the bed and allowed Ray to slide beneath him. 
Covering Ray's naked body with his own, Fraser held him close, gently 
kissing where his lips could reach.   He held Ray in his strong embrace
and felt his lover begin to relax.  Another clap of thunder, louder
this time, started Ray trembling yet again and clutching at Fraser in
fear.  A near desperate voice whispered roughly "make love to me."

Fraser leaned his head to kiss Ray as another bolt of lightning
illuminated the night sky, causing Ray to stiffen beneath him.  Fraser
pulled the cover over their heads, shutting out the light.  Holding Ray
gently, he returned to the kiss.  Ray's lips clung to his, hard and
demanding.  Fraser pulled back, then kissed Ray gently again.  Fraser
knew what Ray 'wanted'-hard, driving, near painful sex to match the
fury of the storm.  What Ray 'needed' was gentle loving to counteract
that fury.

Their loving was always give and take, with neither often demanding
complete control.  Ray had learned, in their time together, that when
Fraser wanted control nothing would break his iron will.  So Ray gave
himself to Fraser completely.  Fraser was running his hands across
Ray's body, touching the sensitive areas he had memorized the first
time they made love.  His kisses were soft, comforting, while at the
same time sensuous and promising.

Fraser lowered his head to Ray's chest and kissed his nipples.  None of
the usual hard sucking and gentle nipping that Fraser usually employed.
 Not this time.  Fraser's tongue glided gently across those nipples,
the kisses feather light.  Ray could feel the rest of the world
slipping away.  Fraser was using all of his love to build for them a
place that was safe, quiet.  Fraser positioned them so that their cocks
touched.  Holding Ray in a gentle but firm embrace, he began a rhythmic
rocking of their bodies.  With each tender kiss, each gentle caress,
each thrust of their cocks against each other, the walls of that safe
place grew.  It grew until there was nothing, no other world, just the
two of them.  Fraser continued the movement of their bodies until Ray
felt his toes curl, his back arch, his balls tighten and gush after
gush of fluid shot from him.  And he knew that Fraser was with him,
even in this.  Ray had never before understood the magnitude of their
love as he did just now.   Taking Fraser's face in his hands, Ray
kissed him.  There was no need for words between them.  

Fraser rolled onto his back and Ray cuddled close to him.  Resting his
blonde head on Fraser's shoulder, Ray quickly fell into a contented
sleep.  Fraser kissed the top of Ray's head, pulled him just a little
closer, and drifted off to sleep himself.  Neither of them noticed the
two figures standing just inside the bedroom door.

Sean moved quietly to the bed.  Deep in sleep, Fraser could almost feel
gentle fingers running through his hair as a lilting voice in his ear
whispered "So you found someone else after all."  A sleeping voice
replied "yes".  Again the voice whispered "Do you love him?"  And the
answer was the same "yes".  The voice wouldn't go away.  "And are you
happy?"  A smile crossed Fraser's sleeping face as whispered "yes"
again.  He almost felt the gentle lips that kissed his temple.  "Good
bye then, Lad."  And he replied "Good bye, Sean"

A ghostly Sean O'Leary crossed the room to where his equally ghostly
lover waited for him.  Lacing his fingers in those of the black haired,
blue-eyed man Sean said "Take me home now, Jamie.  Take me home."