Geometry

Chapter 11

Fraser woke first again, woke with Marina and Ray sleeping with their heads pillowed on his chest, linked hands warm on his breastbone.

Never in all his life had he imagined anything like what had happened, would have believed it a dream were it not for his naked friends draped over him, the scent of their loving still hanging faintly in the air. They must all have fallen asleep within seconds of each other and Fraser craned his neck to see Marina's bedside clock. It was barely ten o'clock,; they must have made love soon after dawn. What a miracle. A pure and simple miracle. What had driven his friends... his lovers like that? They'd thrown themselves into loving him like their salvation depended on it. Not that he was complaining, but... why?

"You're frowning," Ray murmured softly, not wanting to wake Marina, who needed the sleep a lot more than they did. "Should I take that as a comment on our performance? 'Cause I dunno how much better it can get, buddy. We can practice a lot, though."

Fraser would have been appalled if Ray's eyes hadn't been warm with affection as he teased. "Actually, Ray, I found your performance to be..." He let Ray hang for a moment, then finished, "...glorious. Stupendous. Incredible. Unbelievable. Stunning. Superlative. Ecstatic."

Ray chuckled softly. "Okay, now I know it's you, Mr. Thesaurus."

"Was there some uncertainty?"

"Mighta been Tarzan, the way you roar... kinky, Ben, very kinky."

"I like it when you call me Ben in bed," Fraser murmured. "It's intimate." He should be blushing, he thought. He wasn't. Couldn't. It had been too perfect, too wonderful to be anything to be embarrassed or ashamed about. "You broke through all my walls, Ray. Just like you always do. You and Mina."

That made Ray blush. His partner was a hopeless romantic under that gritty Chicago exterior, and Fraser loved those times when he could reach Ray's heart. And the events of the morning had made him brave, braver than he ever thought he could be.

"Ray?"

"Yeah, Ben?"

"I'm glad we did this."

Ray chuckled. "Me too."

"Ray?"

"Yeah, Ben?"

"Would you mind terribly kissing me again?"

"Nope. Not at all."

All Fraser had to do was bend his head down while Ray reached up, and long moments passed. Kissing Ray was a sensual delight, all that jittery energy smoothed out when he was totally concentrating on someone else, and it was like being bathed in a flood of heat waves, energy radiating off his skin like sunlight. Glorious.

Fraser felt braver and his hand began shyly stroking Ray's back, and the low groan of approval it garnered encouraged him further. Strong fingers dug into the knotted muscles of Ray's lower back and Ray shuddered in pleasure, his hand tightening around Marina's as Fraser kneaded the stiff knots loose.

She murmured a sleepy inquiry and snuggled closer to Fraser. Curious, he reached down and caressed her back, mimicking the movement he was using on Ray. Mina purred sleepily and crawled up onto his chest; breasts, ribs and lean hipbones flexing and sliding over his torso as she settled her naked body over his, her long legs draped over his thighs as she sank back into a half-doze.