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First Person Imperfect, Without A Net, Laundry Day At The Consulate
Title: First Person Imperfect
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
stormheller
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: NC-17
Length: Medium
Why I'm reccing this fic: I love fics that look at how Fraser and Ray see each other when they meet for the first time. Because this is Fraser as we first see him, upright, slightly uptight and in pain. And this is Ray just getting over Stella and willing to take a chance on a perfect stranger. It's a realistic portrayal of Fraser's grief, it's perfectly plausible and the sex is scorching.
He extracts a toothpick from the shot glass on the counter and heads back toward his game, gnawing it in a fashion both unhygienic and sexy. Cigarettes. Toothpicks. What a delightfully oral fellow, although I cannot condone the smoking. I follow him across the bar. I think he knew I would.
I settle in to watch him play the rest of his game. I refuse the offer of a drink. My new friend has finished his beer, but declines another. I take this to mean we will be leaving shortly.
I’m not disappointed. He finishes the game, to which I have paid little attention other than to watch his lean body stretch and curl into the appropriate stance for each shot. At one point, he forgoes the rake and lies almost completely on the table. This pose affords me a clean view of him sprawled sexily on the green felt; I can only hope this physical display is for my benefit.
First Person Imperfect
Title: Without A Net
Author:kelliem
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: NC-17
Length: 164KB
Why I'm reccing this fic: Because, despite the fact it actually has a plot, when searching for this story all I could remember was the rimming scene. And someone still found it! The sex is hot, the boys are spot on and it's also worth reading this for the plot as well, since it's interesting and fully-developed. Plus absolutely everything ofkelliem's is worth a look. She manages to mix plot and great sex without any trouble.
"You can be my bodyguard," Ray said. "No self-respecting drug kingpin would go around without at least one bodyguard. Huey said it would be racist to ask him, nobody would buy Dewey as a bodyguard, and believe it or not, every other decent-sized guy in this place has worked at the 11th at some point. The place is like a farm team for the 2-7."
"Do you really think anyone will 'buy' me as a bodyguard either?" Fraser asked doubtfully.
Ray leaned back in his chair and studied him for a moment, and then nodded. "Yeah, I do. Well, if you can keep your mouth shut that is, 'cause you sure don't sound like a bodyguard. But you have this way of looking at people that just makes them behave. Sort of like a cross between a hockey goon and a librarian."
Without A Net
Title: Laundry Day At The Consulate
Author:nicci_mac
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: NC-17
Length: Medium
Why I'm reccing this fic: It was first posted tonight, just as I was wondering if I was going to have to go without a third rimming rec. It must be fate.This story is very amusing and it comes with pictures. (One done by the author, one supplied by the lovelyskater_g8r.) Plus the sex is good too. If you haven't read it already, go do so now. It's seriously worth a look.
Before Fraser could launch into another long-winded explanation, Ray sighed and pulled the sweatshirt off over his head. Welsh's eyes settled on his t-shirt and tracked the legend printed there. His eyes widened. "Property of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police?"
Laundry Day At The Consulate
Author:
stormhellerPairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: NC-17
Length: Medium
Why I'm reccing this fic: I love fics that look at how Fraser and Ray see each other when they meet for the first time. Because this is Fraser as we first see him, upright, slightly uptight and in pain. And this is Ray just getting over Stella and willing to take a chance on a perfect stranger. It's a realistic portrayal of Fraser's grief, it's perfectly plausible and the sex is scorching.
He extracts a toothpick from the shot glass on the counter and heads back toward his game, gnawing it in a fashion both unhygienic and sexy. Cigarettes. Toothpicks. What a delightfully oral fellow, although I cannot condone the smoking. I follow him across the bar. I think he knew I would.
I settle in to watch him play the rest of his game. I refuse the offer of a drink. My new friend has finished his beer, but declines another. I take this to mean we will be leaving shortly.
I’m not disappointed. He finishes the game, to which I have paid little attention other than to watch his lean body stretch and curl into the appropriate stance for each shot. At one point, he forgoes the rake and lies almost completely on the table. This pose affords me a clean view of him sprawled sexily on the green felt; I can only hope this physical display is for my benefit.
First Person Imperfect
Title: Without A Net
Author:
kelliemPairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: NC-17
Length: 164KB
Why I'm reccing this fic: Because, despite the fact it actually has a plot, when searching for this story all I could remember was the rimming scene. And someone still found it! The sex is hot, the boys are spot on and it's also worth reading this for the plot as well, since it's interesting and fully-developed. Plus absolutely everything of
kelliem's is worth a look. She manages to mix plot and great sex without any trouble."You can be my bodyguard," Ray said. "No self-respecting drug kingpin would go around without at least one bodyguard. Huey said it would be racist to ask him, nobody would buy Dewey as a bodyguard, and believe it or not, every other decent-sized guy in this place has worked at the 11th at some point. The place is like a farm team for the 2-7."
"Do you really think anyone will 'buy' me as a bodyguard either?" Fraser asked doubtfully.
Ray leaned back in his chair and studied him for a moment, and then nodded. "Yeah, I do. Well, if you can keep your mouth shut that is, 'cause you sure don't sound like a bodyguard. But you have this way of looking at people that just makes them behave. Sort of like a cross between a hockey goon and a librarian."
Without A Net
Title: Laundry Day At The Consulate
Author:
nicci_macPairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: NC-17
Length: Medium
Why I'm reccing this fic: It was first posted tonight, just as I was wondering if I was going to have to go without a third rimming rec. It must be fate.This story is very amusing and it comes with pictures. (One done by the author, one supplied by the lovely
skater_g8r.) Plus the sex is good too. If you haven't read it already, go do so now. It's seriously worth a look.Before Fraser could launch into another long-winded explanation, Ray sighed and pulled the sweatshirt off over his head. Welsh's eyes settled on his t-shirt and tracked the legend printed there. His eyes widened. "Property of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police?"
Laundry Day At The Consulate