Wet T-shirt

Ray walked down the hallway towards the apartment at its end. Beyond the door marked 3J, Ray heard muffled barking, and what sounded like the clanging of metal upon metal. Not wanting to interrupt what could be a potentially embarrassing situation, he gently knocked upon the door. It didn't take too long for the door to suddenly fly open to reveal, much to Ray's surprise, a very drenched Canadian.

Ray's jade eyes widened and he took a moment to look the man over. He was indeed dripping on the floor and Ray tried not to laugh.

"What happened to you?" he snickered in spite of himself.

Ben looked down at himself as if he didn't know that he was soaking wet.

"Ah, yes, hi Ray. I’m sorry, you caught me fixing…" he cast a glance over his shoulder, "the pipe burst beneath the sink and sprayed us with water."

Ray looked beyond Ben's shoulder to see Dief scampering about, pausing here and there to desperately shake his fur dry before he went to rub unabashedly against the side of the bed.

"Yea, you're wet," Ray answered and allowed himself to take another look.

Oh, the Mountie was a sight to behold with his dark hair rumpled across the top of his head and his wet white tee shirt sticking to his pale skin.

Ray paused to think about this new revelation and the crooked grin that parted his lips went unnoticed.did did notice was that each time the Mountie took in a breath, the thin material clung to him, revealing dark rose colored nipples.

Ray was beyond fascinated and the more he thought about it, the more aroused he got. How could he ask for more than his own personal wet-tee shirt contest?

Ray took a step forward, jittery with the increase in his heartbeat and the heat beginning to pool in his groin. Ever observant of his partner, Ben hesitated and then took a direct step back. Ray closed the door behind him and slipped one arm out of his light jacket.

"Here, let me take that," Ben offered reaching out a hand.

Ray ignored the outstretched offer and with his free hand he hooked his fingers into the damp waistband of Ben's jeans. The Mountie took in a quick breath and looked down at that hand. Ray shrugged out of the rest of his jacket, enjoying the view of the hard rosy peaks before tossing his jacket across the back of the kitchen chair.

Ben looked up into Ray's eyes.

Ray gave him a nod and was on him before the Mountie gave his permission.

Ray kissed him tenderly at first, gently, slowly, using his tongue to coax apart his lover's lips.

"Oh… yea," Ray moaned reaching up to rub his thumbs in slow back and forth brushes over his nipples.

Ben trembled at Ray's breathy exhalation and increased the pressure of his kiss.

"You did this on purpose, didn't you?" Ray mumbled licking the tip of his tongue along the rim of Ben's ear while pushing his hands beneath the wet shirt.

"Uh--."

Ray was amused at the Mountie's incoherence and didn't bother to wait for an answer. He used his weight and momentum to propel Ben backwards and up against the short dividing wall. They collided with it with a soft bang that sent the wolf into hiding.

Ray was licking at him, using his tongue in artful swirls in the hot wet of the Mountie's mouth. He bit and sucked at his lips, drawing his quickly drying shirt up even more and exposing the skin of his stomach to his caress. Ben spread his legs to allow Ray more access and while the Italian ravaged him with his hands, Ben unbuttoned his own jeans in invitation.

Ray took the bait, licked his palm and plunged his hand into Ben's jeans.

His cock rose swiftly against his hand and fisting it; Ray began to jerk him off. With a husky groan, Ben thrust his hips up and into Ray's grip. Panting and dizzy from Ray's assault, Ben clutched at his shoulders trying almost frantically to press his body against Ray.

A long shiver trembled through Ray and he closed his eyes. He was so hard now, that he was unable to put together a simple thought. He was acting on pure instinct. Pulling his hand away, he moved closer, pressing his body flush along the length of Ben's body, grinding his own needy erection against the Mountie's hip and shifting his body as such so that the Mountie could do the same.

He slid his hands down to cup Ray's ass, pulling him in for a more heated contact.

"Yes, Ray," he moaned softly, burying his face into the curve of Ray's neck.

Ray bowed his own head, feeling half crazed with the sensations of his desire, the rising pressure of his orgasm, and the hypnotic serpentine motion of his lover's body. He wanted him so badly now he could taste it.

"I can't get enough of you!" he hissed, sucking in his bottom lip to silence his gasps.

Inflamed by his words, Ben didn't hesitate to bite down hard on the tender flesh of Ray's throat. The Italian cried out and it was the shock of pain that plunged him into the shuddering darkness of rapture.

Ray tightened his grip on Ben's cock, clenching his fingers spasmodically. He heard a quiet whine, which sounded like a long drawn out variation of his name. Ray lifted his head, now slightly more coherent and sealed his lips against Ben's. The Mountie opened his mouth, sliding his tongue over Ray's willing lips before pushing inside to explore the sweetness there. He thrust into the wet circle of Ray's fist again, over and over until he could feel the unbearable building inside him.

Tearing his mouth away, he tipped his head and arched his back. So hot now, he was sure that he was breathing out visible steam. The light caress of Ray's tongue along the curve of his throat was such a harsh contrast to the merciless pumping of his hand that all Ben could do was surrender. He shuddered as spasms of pleasure rippled through him. He came spurting hard over Ray's grip.

"Please Ray, more… give me more…"

His voice was barely over a whisper and his lover chuckled wearily.

"Right now, Benny, I'm worried about keeping you upright."

Something that sounded like a laugh came from the Mountie and they stood holding each other for a long time before Ray gathered his senses, cleaned him off and zipped his jeans. Ben contentedly watched him through half closed lids as he peered down at himself.

"Nothing like coming in your pants, huh?" he teased plucking at the front of his damp pants.

"I… I have something if you want to change your pants," said the Mountie. "I believe that you have a spare pair of slacks hanging in the closet."

Ray nodded and went to investigate the closet. Ben leaned against the wall for a while longer trying to catch his breath and trying to keep his knees from shaking. Ray came back into the kitchenette and was tucking his shirt into his clean slacks. He paused to look at him.

"You ok?" he asked moving closer and pressing a soft tender kiss to his lips.

Ben nodded and gave him a small smile.

"I didn't do it on purpose, Ray."

"Do what?" he asked.

"Come to the door in a wet shirt. It just … happened to work in my favor."

Ray laughed with delight and slung an arm over his shoulder.

"C'mon, I'll help you finish with the sink."

Nodding, Ben allowed Ray to guide him away from the wall.

"Be careful, Ray," he said finally. "You might get wet."

Ray paused and looked at him seriously.

"I am willing to take that chance, Benny. Very willing."