ext_14455 ([identity profile] slidellra.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] ds_recsredux2006-10-23 12:23 pm

Jumpy, One Up, Saturday at the Garage

Title: Jumpy
Author: [livejournal.com profile] cmshaw
Pairing Ray/Ray
Rating: NC-17
Length 1784 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: I'm reccing two [livejournal.com profile] cmshaw Ray/Ray in semi-public fics, because they're wicked hot and dirty and I love how trashy-sexy Kowalski is when seen through her Vecchio's eyes. In Jumpy, the Rays work out some CotW tension in a highly workplace inappropriate manner.

Kowalski relaxes and steps back again, which is more of a relief than Vecchio hopes anyone notices. Somehow he can stare down the mob's contract killers and make them do what he says but he can't keep his cool around Kowalski. One almost-fight and his heart is racing and his breath is coming short. Kowalski rolls his shoulders and cracks his neck before looking back at Vecchio. "Sorry," he says, sounding like he means it. "I'm just kind of tense, you know?"


Jumpy



Title: One Up
Author: [livejournal.com profile] cmshaw
Pairing Ray/Ray
Rating: NC-17
Length 1528 words.
Why I'm reccing this fic: Snarly Ray/Ray public restroom sex. Plus, it's have your cake and eat it too on the OTP front, which I always enjoy.


Kowalski was dressed a little better today. His thin teeshirt showed off a muscled chest, nicely outlined by the tight leather straps of his holster. There was a bad-boy black leather jacket that went with it, probably still tossed carelessly across the chair behind Kowalski's new desk. Poor Benny had probably never known what had hit him, Ray decided. Kowalski must have seemed like everything Benny's grandmother had ever warned him about, the embodiment of dangerous American city living.


One Up



Title: Saturday at the Garage
Author: Dira Sudis ([livejournal.com profile] dsudis)
Pairing F/K
Rating: NC-17
Length 4000 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: Sizzling garagesex/carsex first time. Great tension-ratcheting build-up with neurotic Ray and very much inside his personal space Fraser, and, of course, various types of dirtiness, all pleasing.


Ray had been up for hours already. He woke up at six, and laid in bed staring at the ceiling walking through the steps of an oil change over and over in his mind. It wasn't like he didn't know how--he'd learned when he was ten years old--but all of a sudden Fraser wanted to know how to change oil, and Ray was feeling like he'd agreed to give lessons in skydiving.


Saturday at the Garage