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ds_recsredux2008-06-17 11:15 am
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Sole, Handcuffs, Freaks
Hmm. Apparently fetish stories go for the single-word titles. ;-)
Title: Sole
Author: Anagi
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~1,800 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: This is the first fic I think of when the word "fetish" is mentioned, a classic leather boot kink. The taste of the polish, the smell of Fraser inside--it all drivesus Ray completely around the bend, and Fraser ends up taking full advantage. Guh!
Days turned into weeks and then months and Ray could have been a shoemaker's elf for the all the time he spent with those boots. Had gone from admiring to walking to sniffing and rubbing and now was having this fucking affair with them. Some days he could barely wait for the door to shut behind him and he was down on his knees, sniffing for the faint scent that Fraser left when he periodically wore them, oiling and stretching the leather. Like somehow, those boots had become a substitute Fraser, and he could do what he wanted and he wanted a lot. Wanted to rub himself against them, suck on the laces, and come from just feeling the leather, cold and sweet against his dick.
Sole
Title: Handcuffs
Author: Aerye (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: NC-17
Length: 635 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: Short and hot like burning. This fic takes place in the single moment when Fraser puts the cuffs on Ray in Asylum, though there's an intriguing use of future tense in the story structure. Handcuffs as a fetish object have been done a million times, but rarely so viscerally and so well.
He's looking at his hands and they looked different to him somehow, different with the steel locked securely around his wrists, and they're his hands, of course they're his hands, but jesus, they look...they look...
And Ray looks up at Fraser and Fraser's looking at Ray's hands, too, and Fraser's gone still, and his breath is careful, he's breathing carefully like he does when he's mad or hiding something, and then Fraser slowly lifts his eyes and now Ray can see that there's something new in Fraser's eyes, something hot and still, a heat that's burning up all the oxygen in the air.
Handcuffs
Title: Freaks
Author: Arrow (arrow00)
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: R
Length: 3,039 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: The previous two (and many) fetish stories are mainly PWPs. (And I do love a good PWP!) This story is different in that it's more of a character study. The "perfect" Mountie knows himself to be a freak, more so than anyone realizes. But Ray's acceptance of his own freakishness, and unmistakable appreciation of Fraser's, gives Fraser the kind of freedom and belonging he's never known. Not to say that there isn't some scorching Ray-loves-the-crossdressing sex, because there's that here, too.
"I wanna see it. Do you still have it?"
"I'm...I don't think—would you really?" Fraser is breathless.
"Hell, yes."
"But...why?"
Ray pulls over to the curb in front of the Consulate and shuts off the engine before replying. "It's, I guess, the contrast, you know? Mr. Perfect in a dress."
"I'm not perfect, Ray," Fraser says shortly. He pushes open his door and gets out, pulling the chair forward for Dief, who goes running around the side of the Consulate to find his favorite bush.
Ray gets out and follows Fraser, his steps an agitated beat at Fraser's side. "Oh, I know that, Fraser. Boy, do I know that. But this—it'd be like visual proof. You'd be on the other side. With the rest us."
Freaks
Title: Sole
Author: Anagi
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~1,800 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: This is the first fic I think of when the word "fetish" is mentioned, a classic leather boot kink. The taste of the polish, the smell of Fraser inside--it all drives
Days turned into weeks and then months and Ray could have been a shoemaker's elf for the all the time he spent with those boots. Had gone from admiring to walking to sniffing and rubbing and now was having this fucking affair with them. Some days he could barely wait for the door to shut behind him and he was down on his knees, sniffing for the faint scent that Fraser left when he periodically wore them, oiling and stretching the leather. Like somehow, those boots had become a substitute Fraser, and he could do what he wanted and he wanted a lot. Wanted to rub himself against them, suck on the laces, and come from just feeling the leather, cold and sweet against his dick.
Sole
Title: Handcuffs
Author: Aerye (
aerye)Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: NC-17
Length: 635 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: Short and hot like burning. This fic takes place in the single moment when Fraser puts the cuffs on Ray in Asylum, though there's an intriguing use of future tense in the story structure. Handcuffs as a fetish object have been done a million times, but rarely so viscerally and so well.
He's looking at his hands and they looked different to him somehow, different with the steel locked securely around his wrists, and they're his hands, of course they're his hands, but jesus, they look...they look...
And Ray looks up at Fraser and Fraser's looking at Ray's hands, too, and Fraser's gone still, and his breath is careful, he's breathing carefully like he does when he's mad or hiding something, and then Fraser slowly lifts his eyes and now Ray can see that there's something new in Fraser's eyes, something hot and still, a heat that's burning up all the oxygen in the air.
Handcuffs
Title: Freaks
Author: Arrow (
arrow00)Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: R
Length: 3,039 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: The previous two (and many) fetish stories are mainly PWPs. (And I do love a good PWP!) This story is different in that it's more of a character study. The "perfect" Mountie knows himself to be a freak, more so than anyone realizes. But Ray's acceptance of his own freakishness, and unmistakable appreciation of Fraser's, gives Fraser the kind of freedom and belonging he's never known. Not to say that there isn't some scorching Ray-loves-the-crossdressing sex, because there's that here, too.
"I wanna see it. Do you still have it?"
"I'm...I don't think—would you really?" Fraser is breathless.
"Hell, yes."
"But...why?"
Ray pulls over to the curb in front of the Consulate and shuts off the engine before replying. "It's, I guess, the contrast, you know? Mr. Perfect in a dress."
"I'm not perfect, Ray," Fraser says shortly. He pushes open his door and gets out, pulling the chair forward for Dief, who goes running around the side of the Consulate to find his favorite bush.
Ray gets out and follows Fraser, his steps an agitated beat at Fraser's side. "Oh, I know that, Fraser. Boy, do I know that. But this—it'd be like visual proof. You'd be on the other side. With the rest us."
Freaks
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