Oh. Oh my. I am stunned by the way your mind works (and thanks be to Beth for inspiring you). This is just... Well. Wow. I think I've run out of words. This is brilliant. Had me cracking up the whole time I was reading it. Yes, I imagine that for Fraser, Hell would, indeed, contain the two snarky, horny Rays.

I love the Valet. I love Fraser's desperation. Love the Rays, of course. Loved this exchange:
Ray Kowalski was sprawled, loose-limbed, on a large velvet sofa that was, rather shockingly, lime-green. "Are you my mother?" Ray Kowalski asked. "Because you don't look like my mother--"

and this:

Go ahead," Ray Kowalski whispered. "Hit me. You been aching to do that since even before we were dead." His lips twisted into a wry, sexy smile. "You been aching for something, anyway..."

Mmm, lovely, sexy, annoying Ray. Yummy. And:

Kowalski draped his long arms loosely around Vecchio's neck and rubbed the frayed fly of his jeans against the pleated front of Vecchio's Armani pants.

I think that was where I just melted. But then: Catholic guilt attacks! Ravenous polar bears! Fraser dealing with and "as-yet-sexually-unfulfilled Kowalski." Dear lord, woman, what are you trying to do to me?

So yeah. I kinda liked it. Like, a whole lot.