Medley

Medley, Chapter Twelve



medley(plural medleys) noun 1.music: musical sequence of different songs: a continuous piece of music consisting of two or more different tunes or songs played one after the other 2. mixture of things: a mixture or assortment of various thingsChapter Twelve

Personal Hygiene

“Benny, exactly howacheached are you to Ray?”

Benton thought for a moment. “Well, Blair, attached is perhaps a bit mild to explain how I feel about Ray. For instance, I am attached to the habit of breathing.”

“Oo, that bad? And you haven’t said anything to him about it?”

“You may not be aware, but we Canadians are not naturally the most demonstrative people in the world. Add to that the fact that Mounties are encouraged to control their feelings, plus my, I must admit, rather emotionally dysfunctional upbringing... It is not easy.”

“Geez. I feel for ya, man. I remember how hard it was at first, tryin’ to act like nothing was going on inside when I was around Jim. I was so sure that he was cast iron straight, and would kick my ass if I batted my eyelashes at him. Then I found out that he thought that I was a stud muffin, but a real skirt chaser, so he hadn’t been letting on...” Blair shook his head. “Months of perfectly good screwing time, down the drainu shu shouldn’t let it happen to you, man.”

Fraiser sighed. “I really would like to become more intimate with Ray. But I am worried.”

“Wellllll, you could kinda do like the straight couples do. Start out with a group date. I mean, remember Skeets? We all got along good there, didn’t we?”

“Yes. It was very relaxed and pleasant.”

“So just think about taking it a step farther.” Fraiser looked doubtful. “Look, Ben, I know you like me. You told me you’re hot for Stanley. What do you think of Jim?”

“I... he...”

“Don’t be afraid to say anything to me. In fact, I’ll worry about your hormone levels if you don’t want to jump his bones.”

(blush) “Jim is a very attractive man. Different from you or Ray. Very... intense.”

“Oh, yeah, he’s that, all right. So, Ben, you’re attracted to all three of us. What’s the problem?”

“You make it sound so logical.”

“I’m trained as a teacher, Ben. Plus I’m horny. I can rationalize anything. But this does make sense.”

“I need to think a little more.”

“Go right ahead. Solly won’t be out of suy foy for a little while, and I don’t know how long it will take Jim to get our relief. But try to decide before we leave, huh, Frase?”

Stanley sighed, pushing away the last form. “Ya know, Ellison, I am so glad I didn’t go to law school, like my old man wanted. I couldn’t have stood corporate or tax or entertainment or any of that shit. I’d have had to be in the criminal justice system. And I couldn’t have been defense, ‘cause I’m not real good at deluding myself about whether or not some scum bag found with his hand on a knife still stuck in a victim might not have just happened along and been tryin’ to pull it out. That means I would’ve been DA, and when I see the shit they have to sort out on jurisdictions and such, like in this case... Damn, I’m glad I’m a cop.”

“Amen to that. The feds will be in on this one. Pavel seems to know a lot about a wide range of people, and he’s ready to play ‘Let’s Make a Deal’.” Jim finished up his last bit of paperwork and dropped it in the appropriate stack. “Done. And I am past ready to go home.”

“Did you arrange relief for Blair and Benny?”

“Yeah, but not for another couple of hours. They gotta wait till shift change. They’ll be in tonight. Then we just wait and see when the hospital wants to release Solly.” Jim got up and got his jacket. “C’mon. I need to stop at the store on the way back to the apartment.”

“I hope you plan to get beer. I noticed a bit of a shortage while I was rooting through the refrigerator this morning.”

“I plan to get all kinds of supplies, Stan.”

As they walked out to the truck, Stanley said, “Hey Jim? Do you suppose there’ll be time before the guys come home to... uh...”

“Of course. But why don’t we wait till they can join us?”

“Jesus, are you crazy? I can’t do it with Benny in the same apartment. He’d freak.”

“He might surprise you. But we don’t have to worry about that right now.” They stopped at a store. “I think I’ll just get a couple of pans of lasagna for supper. They have a really good refrigerated gourmet brand here. Blair doesn’t even complain about the fat content. That, and a salad and some garlic bread should cover it.”

He got a cart, and they wandered the aisles, picking up what they needed. In honor of Fraiser, he got a couple of six packs of a Canadian imported beer. When they had all the food, Stanley started for the check out line, but Jim turned the cart down the personal care aisle.

Stanley trailed, and watched as Jim tossed in a couple of packs of condoms and tubes of lubricant. He cocked an eyebrow. “Planning on a big night?” Jim smiled. He walked down a little farther, and added a small pair of sharp scissors, a package of disposable razors, and a can of shaving cream. “Ellison,” Stanley protested. “I only said I’d think about it.” Jim strolled to the check out, whistling. “Damn.” Stanley followed.

Blair and Fraiser watched as Solly was unloaded onto the bed. “How’s he doing?” Blair asked the attendant.

“Better than he has any right to.”

“Uh oh. What’d he do?”

“You should have left him cuffed. Doped up as he was, he still managed to slip the chest restraint and goosed the scrub nurse. We had to resterilize a whole tray of instruments.”

Fraiser shook his head sadly. “Solly, Solly, Solly.”

Solly opened his eyes blearily, said “Present?” then closed them again and started to snore.

Blair heaved a sigh. “Well, that’s over with. When can he be discharged?”

“You’ll have to ask his doctor, but I would assume not before day after tomorrow. We have to see how he’s healing, and make sure there isn’t any infection.”

As the attendants left, Fraiser said, “Well, Blair, it seems that Stanley and I must impose on your hospitality a bit longer.”

“Believe me, Frase, it’s no imposition.” He pinched the Mountie’s butt. “Or haven’t you noticed yet?”


At the apartment, Jim put the groceries away in the refrigerator. Stanley stood at the table, fingering the shaving cream. “Look, Ellison, this is a bad idea. I mean, it took me a long time to grow those pubes. I thought I wasn’t ever gonna get body hair.”

Jim picked up the supplies, and got a basin out of the cabinet, filling it with steaming water. He pushed the bowl into Stanley’s hands then walked out to the living room.

Stanley followed. “I’m serious, Jim. I mean, after all, it’s my body. I have to live in it.”

Jim disappeared into the bathroom, returned with two fluffy towels, a face cloth, and a bottle of baby oil, and started up the stairs to the loft.

Stanley called after him. “You can’t just assume that I’m going to let you do this!” No answer. “Fuck.” Stanley climbed the stairs slowly, being careful not to let the water slosh out of the basin.

Upstairs, he saw that Jim had one of the towels spread out on the bed, and the other one slung around his neck. He pointed to the night stand, and Stanley set the bowl down on it. Jim began shaking the can of shaving cream. “Get undressed.”

Stanley folded his arms and dropped his chin on his chest. “I don’t wanna.”

“Bull shit.” Jim stepped close, putting his face right up to Stanley’s. He whispered. “You’re heart’s going ninety to nothing.” He leaned even closer, cheek almost brushing Stanley’s, and took a long, luxuriant sniff. “And you smell like sex.”

Stanley could feel his already shaky resolve melting. “Jim...”

Ellison’s lips touched his ear. “Tell ya what, Stanley. You let me do this, sometime before you leave, I’ll let you fuck me.”

Stanley pictured Jim’s ass, and gulped. “You mean that?”

Jim nodded. “And I don’t do it with just anyone, Stan. Not often, either. I’m tight.”

Stanley kicked off his shoes and reached for the hem of his shirt. He could get naked very quickly when he wanted to. And he wanted to. When he was nude, he lay down on the bed, positioning himself on the towel. The sentinel slipped a couple of pillows under his shoulders and head, propping him up. “There. Now you can watch.”

Jim picked up the scissors and sat beside Stanley on the edge of the mattress. “I’m going to trim you short first. Don’t want to leave any more drag for the razor than we have to.”

“Oh, shit. Sometimes I wish I wasn’t such a horndog.”

Very carefully, Jim slid the bright little blades into Stanley’s light brown pubic hair, and snipped, sheering off a swatch of curls close to the skin. Stanley shivered. “Don’t worry, Blondie. These are really sharp.”

“Ya know, that doesn’t make me feel better at all.”

Jim clipped slowly, pruning the pubic hair down to soft stubble less than a quarter inch long. Stanley held his breath while he worked around his balls. “Okay, that’s done.” Jim laid aside the scissors, and brushed trimmings off onto the towel.

“Could we maybe just leave it like this?”

“Nuh uh.” Jim soaked the face cloth, then wet Stanley’s crotch. “Is the water warm enough?”

“Yeah, it’s finet dot don’t you think that...” Jim pressed the button on top of the can and pink gel oozed from the nozzle into his palm. “Pink?”

“It’s got special lubricants and skin conditioners in it.” He rubbed his hands together, and the gel transformed into thick, white lather. Jim began to dollop it on Stanley’s groin. “Besides, the old fashioned stuff would have been a little cold.”

He did it twice more, till Stanley was thickly coated, up his tummy to his belly button, and down the crack of his ass. “Ellison, what are you doing?”

Jim rinsed his hands, then uncapped a razor and dipped it in the water. “I’m gonna get it all, Vecchio. That includes the treasure trail leading down, and the fuzz in the crease of the peach.”

“Oh shit. Look...”

“Not now. Let me concentrate. I mean, it’s almost impossible to cut someone with one of these, you practically have to try, but I don’t want to give you razor burn, either.”

Jim touched the blade to the skin of Stanley’s belly, and the smaller man got very still and quiet. Stanley watched silently as the razor glided through the white fluff, leaving a clean trail. After a few inches, Jim stopped, wiped the blade on the end of the towel, rinsed it, and started again.

This wasn’t so bad, Stanley decided. After all, Jim was working on a fairly neutral area, nothing really important was in any peril, and he was only losing fuzz right now. And it did feel kinda... interesting. The skin exposed felt very cool and clean.

Jim switched to a fresh razor, and started on the pubic area itself. He moved even more slowly now, with short strokes rather than long glides. He wiped the razor more often. Stanley felt a gentle pull as the blade sliced off the stiffer pubic hairs, making a barely audible rasp. When Jim lifted aside his cock to work around the base, Stanley realized that he was getting hard.

“Jim...”

“Sh, Stanley. Not yet. Be patient.” Stanley held his breath as the razor gently glided around the bottom of his shaft, cleaning off even the few tiny hairs that grew there. Jim held his balls in one hand, and shaved them with the tiniest strokes imaginable. “Okay. Bend your knees, put your feet flat on the bed, and spread your legs. Then reach down and pull your cheeks apart for me.”

Stanley obeyed, and Jim, with meticulous care, began to shave the crack of his ass. Stanley’s voice trembled. “You know Ellison, there are only two people on the face of the earth I would trust to do this. One of them is Fraiser, but he’d probably use that big ass knife of his. And I bet I wouldn’t get a nick, either.”

Jim finished, took the damp cloth, and wiped Stanley thoroughly. As Stanley lowered himself to the mattress, Jim said. “First stage is done.”

Stanley was trembling, and his cock was as hard as a rock. “First stage? What the fuck does that mean?”

“Can’t let you skin get irritated.” Jim squirted baby oil into his hand. He rubbed the oil across Stanley’s lower belly, then down to his groin. He worked the glistening fluid gently into the clean, bare skin. It was very white. He carefully massaged every bit, tenderly rolling Stanley’s balls in their newly pristine scrotum. Then his right hand slid down into the cleft of Stanley’s ass.

Stanley moaned as Jim’s greased finger slid into his ass hole. “That’s another good thing about the oil,” Jim whispered. “Things slide so easily.” He took Stanley’s prick in his han hand, and began to jerk him off.

Jim worked his finger in the smaller man’s anal passage while he stroked his cock. Every few passes, Jim would pause to stroke the baby soft skin around Stanley’s dick, or tease his smooth balls. In no time Stanley was grunting, shoving himself up into Jim’s hand.

When Jim judged that he was close enough, he bent down and sucked the cock head into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the heated flesh. Stanley tasted of pre cum and minerals and salt. Jim took the towel, and sucked hard, then dipped his tongue into the tiny, weeping slit at the tip.

Stanlede ade a whooping sound and shoved up, ass lifting off the bed. Jim pulled back and caught the erupting semen in the towel neatly. Stanley collapsed back on the mattress, panting. “Geez, that was intense.”

Jim stretched out next to him, propping his head on his hand. “Yeah. You may find yourself getting more spontaneous hard ons from now on. You’re going to be seizedized. Be sure not to put starch in your underwear.”
“Starch? Hell, I’m gonna buy some silk drawers. Maybe even some panties.”

Jim burst out laughing.