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Seeing how the cap for fic recs is 3, I had to back through all of my bookmarks and podfics until I could whittle down to some of the 3 most guh-inducing stories.

Title: Mr. GodkingofSex
Author:  [livejournal.com profile] slidellra 
Pairing: Fraser/RayK
Rating: NC-17
Length: Short (13KB)
Why Am I Reccing This: Well, anything [livejournal.com profile] slidellra  pens is fantastic. In this particular fic,  RaK handballs (or fists as it is more commonly known) Fraser. This fic is so bunk-worthy I can't even describe it any further than that. In truth, I was afraid not only my 'puter but my glasses too were going to melt the first time I read this story!

An excerpt:

"I'll just be a minute more. The five Ps take time, you know."

Silence again. Stubborn bastard. He finished his right hand and turned again to the cupboard. The med kit actually had latex gloves, which was a surprise. They went through fixing-up-Ray-and-Fraser-but-mostly-Fraser-after-they-did-something-stupid-and/or-suicidal supplies faster than Dief went through a box of doughnuts.

Okay. Ray took a couple of deep breaths and practiced his Bad Cop stare in the mirror for a couple of seconds before he grabbed the gloves and the extra lube and returned to the bedroom.

Goddamn. Fraser was still on all fours, his skin glowy in the weird, dull half-light of the summer night. He was letting his head hang down, his almost longer than regulation hair brushing his forearms. Fuck, he was a beautiful man.




Title: The Attractive Series (this link takes you to Kellie Matthews' site)
Author: [livejournal.com profile] kelliem 
Pairing: Fraser/RayK
Rating: starts with R but goes to NC-17 very, very quickly  *g*
Length: Long (approx 160 KB total)
Why Am I Reccing This: Written by one of the best writers in this fandom, The Attractive Series begins rather innocently with Benton finding an adult toy in one of RayK's nightstands. From there, each sequential fic gives us not only a scene where RayK is using said adult toy but also the very mellow yet hot developing relationship between the Mountie and the cop with experimental hair. 

An excerpt:

He reaches in, removes the open box. Crown. 12, natural latex rubber . . . he slides his fingers into the box, pulls out the contents, counts. His eyebrows lift, and something eases inside his chest, though he realizes it's silly to try to make anything out of the fact that so few have been used. The box could have been purchased as recently as the previous day. He reaches to put it back, and his fingers encounter something that feels startlingly like flesh. He tugs open the drawer further, and his jaw drops. Now this is . . . revealing. Extremely so.




Title: Save Your Wild, Wild Lives
Author: [livejournal.com profile] lalejandra 
Pairing: Fraser/RayK, RayK/OFC
Rating: NC-17
Length: 6700 words
Why Am I Reccing This: Ever wonder how was it that RayK spent his days between dropping out of college and entering the Academy? This fic (a sequel of sorts to the actual story that tells how how and why RayK started a band) gives Fraser and us a glimpse into a part of RayK's life that (one could say) is alluded to in canon. Benton finds a shoebox filled with all kinds of mementos from RayK's (or Ray Kick as he was known back then) life as a musician including one very sexy Polarioid of RayK with smeared eyeliner. Fraser, being who he is, feels terribly guilty about snatching said photo despite the fact that he is so turned on at the same time.  This fic works as a Established Relationship story or a PWP one or (better yet) a combination of the two.

An excerpt:

The last one was... The last was Ben's favorite. Ray wasn't looking at the camera. He was wearing makeup, eyeliner smudged around his eyes, black -- there were tiny spots of light in the picture that were likely made by the reflection of light off pieces of glitter. His hair stuck up, his eyebrows were drawn together, and his mouth was tight around a cigarette. The camera must have been right up in his face, Ben could see his pores, could see where his stubble was growing in. One ear was in the picture -- two small hoop earrings hung down.

Ben stared at the picture for a moment, then let out a long breath and set it to the side, far off to the side, and packed everything back into the box, shut it, and taped it closed.

He slipped the picture into his pocket, lecturing himself the whole time for invading Ray's privacy, for stealing! Stealing! A picture that was obviously Ray's to keep if he wanted to.



Date: 2009-04-27 01:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dessert-first.livejournal.com
Oooh, awesome recs! Thank you. On the plus side, next week is amnesty week, so you could conceivably rec an extra three. :)

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