Benny Ray looked around the bar and then back at the letter he held, sighing deeply. He never
noticed Matt coming up behind him.

"Must be from some woman, telling you she can't see you anymore because she's run of with a
cheap Ricky Martin clone," Matt Sheppard said from right behind Benny Ray's right ear.

Benny Ray jumped, spinning around, his hand going the gun he wasn't wearing, or where it would
be. "Don't do that!" He went back to his letter, letting it go long enough to take a drink of
bourbon.

Matt reached around him and grabbed the letter out of his hand. "Let me see."

"No, it's not something...." the rest of the statement was lost as Matt was reading it.

"This isn't that bad, not something to worry over."

"It is if you don't have any idea what to do about it." He finished his drink and waved for another
one.

Matt shook his head at the bartender and pulled Benny Ray to his office. "Come on, I can help."

"Really? You're not just saying that?" He gladly followed the light hand on his sleeve up the
stairs.

They entered the office, Matt closing and locking the door behind them. When Benny Ray looked
at the door, he said, "Just so we won't be disturbed," and sat down behind his desk. He turned on
the computer, quickly getting into his database. "This is what I do," he said and waved Benny
Ray over.

He walked over, careful not to step on Matt's feet on the way, and looked down at the screen.
"Wow, that's impressive." He moved the screen down some. "But I don't have enough to do that
do I?" He looked over his shoulder at Matt.

Matt swallowed and looked at the view presented to him. "Oh, I don't know about that." He
licked his lips and smiled. "I started out small too and moved up, now look what it holds."

Benny Ray smiled and went back to bending over to look at the screen. "I don't know if that will
cover even half of this. It looks so impressive, so well rounded."

Matt snarled. "Enough games." He turned Benny Ray around. "You have no idea what you're
talking about, do you? What you're doing to me?"

"Oh, you'd be surprised at what I know about this subject. It may not be much, but I've played
the field and know the general rules." He grinned. "Did you want to teach me something?"

"Tease," Matt said and sat back down. "You might now the general rules, but the rules don't
always apply to every situation. Sometimes the rules will get you into trouble, but then you like
trouble, don't you." He leaned back. "You always seemed to thrive on it."

"Nope, actually I'm quite uptight about this. This sort of thing could make or break me in the
long run so I take it very seriously, no matter how much I play." He smiled and sat on the edge of
the desk. "Don't you agree it's better to be careful when you could so easily be hurt?"

Matt nodded. "Yeah, I guess that's true, but sometimes you have to take a risk. It's what will
save you some days, not ruin you." He stood, stretching slightly. "You can look if you want." He
waved a general hand at the computer. "I'm going to be on the other side of the desk."

Benny Ray grinned. "Do what you feel you have to." His grin widened just a touch. "I don't
want to kick you out from your desk though. Are you sure I'm welcome back here?"

Matt shook his head at the continued insecurity, the reason he saw for the consummate teasing he
was taking. "Yes, Benny Ray, you're more than welcome to take advantage of my computer to do
your research." He sat back and watched the younger man play with the computer, trying to find
something. "Do you need help?"

"Nope, I got things firmly in hand." He faced a little forward. "I was just watching your screen
saver run."

Matt smiled. "I found that online, isn't it great?"

Benny Ray watched the people run across the screen and fall together in various configurations.
"Nymphs? I thought your tastes would be a little more classical." He smiled and looked up. "I
mean these guys aren't even the Greek version of them."

Matt laughed. "Oh, but it's the thought that counts. That only runs when I turn it on by
password. The only other person who's seen it was Margo when she decided to sneak up on me
one night while I was working late. She watched it and laughed and told me she wanted to tape
it." He shrugged. "I don't know why, but if it works for her."

"It must be like men wanting to watch two women together." He shrugged. "So, would you
recommend any of these?"

Matt walked over, leaning over Benny Ray's shoulder so he wouldn't get pressed into the wall.
"That one," he said, leaning just a little closer to point one out, accidently rubbing himself against
the younger man's arm. "I would definitely recommend that one." He put down his arm but didn't
move.

Benny Ray swallowed and looked up, shifting to get comfortable. "Really?" He shifted again.
"Not that one?" He pointed to another, right next to a picture of a certain team member. "That
seems to have a lot of your time invested."

"Nope, we just play on occasion. I've got a lot invested now, but we move it in and out over
time, playing with the shelter it allows me. Nothing serious." He tipped Benny Ray's head back.
"I do think you need something serious though, that's clear from what the letter said. That's too
important to risk."

Benny Ray nodded and stood up, brushing briefly against Matt's chest. "Yeah, I do. I'm tired of
playing." He sat on the desk's edge. "You know what I mean though, right? I mean this is a
common thing?"

Matt nodded and came closer. "Yeah, it's very common, we all go through it." He moved just a
step closer. "So, are you staying or are we going to play some more."

"Who's playing," Benny Ray said, grinning again. "I needed help and you gave it and now I'm
more than ready to just sit here, maybe." His grin got just a hair brighter and wider. "Or
whatever."

Matt growled and walked forward slowly, giving Benny Ray time to escape if he wanted to. He
didn't, so Matt leaned down, taking the first kiss gently, stroking the firm lips with his own. "Are
you sure," he breathed through the now open lips. "Last chance."

"Who needs one," Benny Ray said, leaning back some. "It's been too long that we've been playing
at this game. It's time to declare a winner."

Matt pulled back. "And who would that be?"

"I guess we'll just have to figure that out later," he said, pulling Matt back down for another kiss.
"Much later," he said before possessing the lips that he had been craving.

"Imp," Matt said, pushing him down onto the desk. "You want it that bad? You're going to have
to ask for it, beg for it and declare me the winner."

"Hmm, if you can take me and make it happen, it's your title." He grabbed Matt's head, bringing
it down. "But I can always rematch you for it." He kissed him, forcing his past the reluctant lips
and devoured every taste he could grab from inside.

When Matt finally had to pull back for air, he smiled. "You're not all that new to this are you?"

"Well, I've not gotten beyond this stage all that often. With this, I'm a pro, with the other things,
well, let's just say I'd be a better apprentice than anything else."

Matt groaned. "Please tell me...."

Benny Ray started to laugh. "Nope, seven years too late for that, but you would have liked him.
He was a great guy, big strong, top. Sort of reminds me of you." He smiled. "But he had blue
eyes and blonde hair and a mustache."

Matt smiled and undid Benny Ray's shirt. "So, he was just a tough guy? Is that what you like?"
He slipped the shirt off. "Or is it just a tough looking top?"

Benny Ray smiled and picked his hips up. "Both, but I like the real thing better."

Matt nodded and took off his clothes, struggling with the last button on Benny Ray's pants.
"Could you have gotten these any tighter?" He finally got it undone and tossed them across the
chair.

"Sorry, <panting> wanted to make you notice me."

Matt rubbed up against a solid thigh. "I've had that since the moment you walked in, you didn't
need them." He leaned down, going back to the kissing and touching parts. He explored the
body under him, learning all the places he needed to know easily.

When they were both panting and more than ready, Matt pulled back. "Over," he said. Benny
Ray shook his head and pulled his legs back. "Oh, so you're a watcher are you?"

Benny Ray nodded. "Yeah, I always had a bit of voyeur in me." He shifted some, getting a little
more comfortable. "I like to watch my top."

Matt laughed and searched the desk for the equipment he usually kept there, snarling when he
couldn't find them.

"Back pocket, and front left one," Benny Ray said, smiling. "I was a boy scout."

"I'm sure you were a good one too, earned many badges," Matt said, coming back over to the
desk. "Now then, are you sure?" Benny Ray nodded and grinned. "That grin of your's is going to
get you in trouble one of these days."

"Big trouble, that's what I enjoy," he said as Matt slid a moist finger into him. "I'm just a trouble
magnet. For huge trouble."

Matt couldn't take it anymore, Benny Ray had been stroking himself while talking, bringing
himself closer and closer to the edge with his light and teasing touches. He had to end this teasing
now, take what was being offered. He quickly slicked himself up, sliding just the head in and
waited. "I told you, beg me and declare me the winner."

"I might beg, but we'll have to see about winners." He pushed back, stopped by the strong hands
on his hips. "Please?"

"You can do better," Matt said as he slipped in a little more.

Benny Ray grunted and tied to get it in deeper. "Pleeeeease, oh, yes, more? Please more?"

Matt smiled and slid home, "All you had to do was ask." He started a pounding and punishing
rhythm, rocking them fiercely across the desk, tossing things off it. When the keyboard hit the
floor, Matt picked Benny Ray up, pulling them into the chair so they wouldn't kill everything on
his desk. He sat down hard, Benny Ray pushing down at the same time.

Benny Ray picked back up his punishing rhythm, taking what he wanted, had craved, for a while
now. Matt was being helpful, supporting him and thrusting up at all the right times.

Soon, though, the grunts of pleasure became moans, getting louder and louder, until one became
an "Oh, yes, God yes! This is what I wanted!" and they both went over the edge.

Benny Ray collapsed against Matt's shoulder, catching his breath and gathering himself to leave
the moist and warm spot he was inhabiting. Matt rubbed his back, soothing him back down to
normal with words and touches meant to show he cared.

Benny Ray lifted his head up. "Is this...? I mean if this is a ... a one time thing and all I'm..."

Matt stopped him with a finger over the tripping lips. "You're welcome to me when
ever you want or need me. All you ever have to do is ask."

Benny Ray smiled. "Then I think we both won."

Matt laughed and looked around the room. "Yeah, we did, but next time we decide to compete we
need to pick someplace with fewer breakables." They both laughed and settled down to hold the
other for a while longer.

Eventually Matt slipped out and Benny Ray sighed, getting up and putting on his underwear,
gently taking the condom off his lover and tossing it in the trash. He leaned over, kissing Matt's
forehead. "Thank you for the advice too. I didn't know where to put it."

"That's okay, I've got a retirement fund of my own that I have to manage and I'm more than
willing to share what little bit I know." He smiled. "So, going home now?"

Benny Ray shook his head. "Nope, now that I found a few perfect spots, I don't have anything else
to do for the rest of the week besides make that call." He sighed dramatically and winked.
"Would you happen to know of something I could do with my time?"

Matt laughed and pulled him back into his lap. "By perchance I do, but it's going to have to be at
your place, mine has paint fumes and that couch is hard." He stood, gently settling Benny Ray on
his feet. "Come on, let's get this mess cleaned up so I can show you how much of a tough top you
just got."

Benny Ray smiled. "Anytime man, any time."

The End.