Dry Clean Only
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ds_recsreduxTitle: Dry Clean Only
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aukestrel
Pairing RayK/Fraser
Rating: Nc-17
Length: medium length
Why I'm reccing this fic: And so I totally get to rec my FAVORITE PWP of all times! (Err ... "erotic character study" Although I personally feel that PAP for "Porn as Plot" is the most accurate description. Ahem. /random tangent on classification) This story (which is actually a sequel to another story, Plain White Wrapper, sadly lacking in rimming, but has to be read anyway, because it is just as hot in its own lovable fashion) is just simply one of the hottest things I've ever read. I really don't know what else to say, because I suck as a peddler of porn, but read! You'll love it, or a money back guarantee!
"Hey, Frase. Is it lunchtime already?" I slouch back in my chair, look at my watch. Eleven-thirty. Been a long morning.
"I'm afraid I won't be able to meet you for lunch," he's saying.
"Something come up? What? What is it?"
"You - yes, that's - you might say that."
He sounds even funnier now.
"What, Ice Queen got you humping? Statue duty again?"
"Ah - ye - no. No. I'm - I'm simply - occupied. Busy."
"Bullshit, Fraser, you guys haven't been busy there since 1812. What gives?"
I hear the sound of footsteps and then a door closing. Then, unexpected, deep, sexy, Fraser says, "Ray, my friend, if I were to meet you for lunch I would endanger your career in a wildly bizarre fashion."
Dry Clean Only
Author:
aukestrel Pairing RayK/Fraser
Rating: Nc-17
Length: medium length
Why I'm reccing this fic: And so I totally get to rec my FAVORITE PWP of all times! (Err ... "erotic character study" Although I personally feel that PAP for "Porn as Plot" is the most accurate description. Ahem. /random tangent on classification) This story (which is actually a sequel to another story, Plain White Wrapper, sadly lacking in rimming, but has to be read anyway, because it is just as hot in its own lovable fashion) is just simply one of the hottest things I've ever read. I really don't know what else to say, because I suck as a peddler of porn, but read! You'll love it, or a money back guarantee!
"Hey, Frase. Is it lunchtime already?" I slouch back in my chair, look at my watch. Eleven-thirty. Been a long morning.
"I'm afraid I won't be able to meet you for lunch," he's saying.
"Something come up? What? What is it?"
"You - yes, that's - you might say that."
He sounds even funnier now.
"What, Ice Queen got you humping? Statue duty again?"
"Ah - ye - no. No. I'm - I'm simply - occupied. Busy."
"Bullshit, Fraser, you guys haven't been busy there since 1812. What gives?"
I hear the sound of footsteps and then a door closing. Then, unexpected, deep, sexy, Fraser says, "Ray, my friend, if I were to meet you for lunch I would endanger your career in a wildly bizarre fashion."
Dry Clean Only
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