Well, Fraser had this planned ahead of time, because when we walked through the door, there was a cart in the room.   He was grinning like a maniac as he shut the door, just waiting for me to react.   I said, “Hey, this looks like fun.”

 

He said, “Oh, it’ll definitely be fun for me, Ray.”   Then he pinned me against the wall and we played tonsil hockey for a while.   I love kissing Fraser – it’s like his whole being is concentrated in his mouth.   And the things he does with his mouth...

 

Anyway, I was really getting into it, but Fraser broke the kiss and walked over to the cart.   I just stood there, propped up on the wall, because my limbs weren’t working.   Fraser’s kisses have that effect.   He turned back to me with a bottle in each hand, and a huge smile on his face.

 

“Wh-what’s that,” I managed.

 

“It’s the honeymooner’s special.”

 

“But we’re not on a--”

 

“Just look at it, will, you, Ray?” he said and held out the bottles to me.   I forced my legs to move and walked over to him, and took the bottles.  

 

“Chocolate and strawberry syrups?”

 

He nodded.   “And that’s not all.”   He was pulling out all kinds of things from this colorful plastic beach pail, something a kid might have.   He recited the items as he pulled them out.   “Sprinkles.   Chocolate whipped cream.   Ruffles potato chips.”

 

“Hey, toss those here,” I said, and he did.   I opened the bag and wolfed down a few handfuls of chips while he finished his inventory.  

 

“Deck of playing cards.   Ginseng tablets.   A pregnancy test?!”   He looked up at me and waggled his eyebrows.   “What do you think, Ray?   Do you think we’ll need this?”

 

I laughed.   “I don’t think so.   You know who we can give it to, though - the Ice Queen.   Didn’t you say she was trying to have a baby?”

 

He got all embarrassed and looked away.   “I, uh, I thought so, but I, uh, was mistaken.”   He is so cute when he gets flustered!   It was weird to see a resurrection of the Mountie there, in the hotel room when we were alone, after he just fucked me right in front of that older couple.   Maybe he just didn’t like me mentioning Thatcher when we were on vacation.

 

I had to go hug him, but then, you know, one thing lead to another, and things got a little hot and heavy.   He wrangled me onto the bed and pinned me down, sitting on me and still kissing me hard.   Then all of a sudden I felt cold metal on my wrists – he’d locked me to the bed!

 

Fraser sat back with this self-satisfied grin on his face.   He said, “Those weren’t in the pail.”

 

“Yeah, I know, Fraze, they’re my handcuffs!”

 

“Well, I thought that after that stunt you pulled down there at the beach, I need to keep you on a tighter leash."

 

“Ooh, Fraser, I had no idea you were into this kind of thing!   Turnbull, maybe, but...”

 

“Turnbull?!”   He reached down and started tickling me.   “How can you be thinking about Turnbull at a time like this?!”   I tried to make him quit, bucking him off or something, but he was relentless.   I was laughing so hard and my stomach hurt from where he was poking me.

 

Finally I gasped, “Sorry, sorry!   Never again!”   He let me go and peered down at me, allowing me to catch my breath.

 

“Never what?”

 

“Never think about Turnbull again.”

 

He thought about that, and said, “Well, I don’t know that that is totally necessary, Ray.   After all, who do you think I learned it from?”

 

Well, my mouth just dropped open.   Fraser and Turnbull, huh?   I never would have guessed.   But then again, Turnbull did worship the ground Fraser walked on.   Maybe he worshipped other things, too.   I frowned.

 

“Not anymore, though, right?”

 

He laughed, then.   Laughed at me!   I tried to ask him about that, but he leaned over and kissed me.   And, of course, I can’t think about anything else when he kisses me like that.  

 

Needless to say, we went on to screw each other’s brains out.   Actually, we barely made it out of the room for the rest of the week, but neither one of us cared too much.   We used the stuff in the pail, too.   Even the pregnancy test – we tried it out just for fun.   (The stupid test came back positive!   We laughed and laughed at that one.)  

 

Later on, I realized that Fraser had never answered my question about no more Turnbull.   I really didn’t want to share Fraser with anyone, but Fraser had said that he learned some things from him, so I had mixed feelings.   I finally resolved it in my own mind that as long as he told me about what he did with Turnbull, I could accept it, because Fraser was with me now.   Turnbull’s a good enough guy, even if he’s a little nutty.   Okay, a lot nutty.   But then so is Fraser.  

 

But then, so am I!  

 

THE END