Enduring Distance, Parental Guidance and Old Lock, New Key

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Title: Enduring Distance
Author: cesperanza
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: NC-17
Length: 142K
Why I'm reccing this fic: because every time I read this fic Fraser's breakdown in the court room always makes me want to hug him and go kick in the head everyone who's ever hurt him. So much angst, just pick your favorite: Fraser!angst or Ray!angst. Well, there is humour also. And nice Vecchio. And Stella (not that I'm that much fond of her). And Kowalski-Vecchio bickering. And funny drunk Ray. And Fraser's telling the story of his first love.
That was my obligatory Speranza rec.


I went and got it. And then he got it. And then he got it again. And then he was babbling and incoherent and so we slept for a while, arms and legs tangled together under the blankets, pressed tightly together in my small bed. And when I woke up, his body was so warm, and there was so much bare skin to kiss and flesh to touch, and so I had to wake him up and get it again. And when I lifted my head to look at him, there was no challenge left in his eyes. Just a contented dreaminess. And maybe a bit of something else.

I'm not sure how I'll ever work again now that I've had his mouth on me. I'm not sure how I'll ever concentrate now that I've been inside of him. The stillness inside my head seems to have been permanently disrupted, the film of my memory spliced with jolting images--his wiry body looming over me in the darkness, clutching his blond head against my hip, holding him in my arms while he shudders and shakes and ejaculates.

This isn't, I should say, an entirely bad thing.


Enduring Distance


Title: Parental Guidance
Author: Alanna and Starfish and Kass
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: NC-17
Length: 53K
Why I'm reccing this fic: because, as the summary for this fic says, "sometimes parents really do know best". Ray's mother thinks that Ray and Fraser are dating (which they are actually not doing) and, well, hilarious stuff happens. I'm especially fond of the scene where Fraser tells Ray all the reasons why he (Fraser) thinks that Ray is bisexual.
This story is a classical example of humour in dS fandom.


There are two conversations any self-respecting thirty-something single guy must at all costs avoid having with his mother. One starts with, "It's such a shame you couldn't work things out with Stella. It must get so lonely for you." The other one goes, "My friend Marge's daughter is moving to Chicago, and she doesn't know anyone here, Stanley."

Faced with not one but both of these conversations at once, Ray did the only sensible thing. He lied.

"I really appreciate your concern, Ma," he said, pinning the receiver against his shoulder as he fished through the junk drawer in the kitchen for a church key. "But I'm kind of seeing someone." Success! The battered plastic key-ring was hidden under a fist-full of rubber bands and a sheet of garbage bag twist-ties. He pulled it out and popped the lid off his Corona.

"Oh?" his mom said. "Have I met her? What does she do?" She sounded excited. And really surprised -- it was actually kind of insulting. Jeez. You'd think he was a hermit or something. He went out. He did things. Fun things. He had a life. Hey, just last week Fraser beat him at a game of pool. Tuesday before that they saw that movie, the one with the old guy and some aliens. They were having dinner tonight, in fact, but that probably didn't count because it was a work kind of a thing. Still, it wasn't like he was sitting alone in the dark with nobody but the turtle for company.

"No," he said, "you don't know her. Somebody from work. I don't think I've, uh, talked about her before."


Parental Guidance


Title: Old Lock, New Key (sequel - Old Shit, New Shovel)
Author: thisisbone
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski, mentions of the past Fraser/Vecchio
Rating: NC-17
Length: 45K and 62K
Why I'm reccing this fic: because I just love this fic! The POV shifts between Fraser and Ray (normally, I don't like it very much, but here it's done beautifully) as Bone describes their first day together. There is angst, Fraser reveals a secret, and thus new friendship and partnership begin.


Somebody did a number on that guy, and I'm betting his name starts with R-A-Y.

Day like we've had would be enough to knock the starch out of anybody, even somebody as heavy-starched as Fraser, there, but he looks like his insides are more tired than his outsides.

I meant that little speech in the fireball—not that he paid the least bit of attention to it, but I guess he was distracted. It's already been a pleasure meeting him. I mean, look at him. What's not to like about that? Okay, so he's weird. I'm not exactly Joe Schmoe myself. He grows on you. I've only been around him for one day and he's already growing on me. So it's been a long, incredibly full day—that's not the point. The point is, I like him.

The guy gets a ton of stuff thrown at him all at once, and what's he do? Keeps his hat on, puts his shoulders back and solves the damn crime. And finds time to check me out to boot. At first it was kind of annoying; it's not like I didn't know what he was doing—subtle he ain't—and I still think he's weird as owl doo-doo, but now that I think about it, I like it that he did all that stuff trying to prove I wasn't his old buddy Ray. Shows me he's thorough, and fair. He never pitched a fit, never got real snarky on me (well, yeah, he snarked some, but you know, we were both a little provoked there for awhile), never said anything to make me think it was me in particular he had a problem with.

I like that. I get enough of that shit from other people. From one other person.

And at the end of the day, the end of our really long, incredibly full day, he called me by name, asked me if I wanted to get something to eat with him, and so that's what we're doing. Doing our best not to fall asleep in the soup, trying to find something to talk about.


Old Lock, New Key and Old Shit, New Shovel