April After All, Breaking Cover/The Sporting Life, Easy

[izzybeth.livejournal.com]

i can only rec THREE? you guys are MEAN.

Title: April After All
Author: sprat
Pairing: Ray/Ray
Rating: uh. the pants stay on?
Length: 2800 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: this is the fic i rec when i want to turn someone on to Ray/Ray. it just squeezes my heart in all the right places and makes me so happy. the Kowalski pov is a thing of beauty, and through Kowalski's eyes, Vecchio is smokin'. (ok, so it's pre-slash technically, but whatever.) this is my happy place fic. i love it.

After Ray and Fraser split, Ray goes on a couple of dates with this guy named Mike. This is at the seven-month point, when he's just starting to feel like things might be okay after all, when it's starting to look like he might actually survive. He knows this place, this hopeful place you get to after The Land of Fucked and Miserable; he's been in this place before. This is the place where you start to notice stuff again, like hey, what do you know: it's spring! and huh, somebody made me and Vecchio partners?


April After All

Title: Breaking Cover [and] The Sporting Life
Author: Speranza
Pairing: Ray/Ray
Rating: pants come off!
Length: short (flashfics)
Why I'm reccing this fic: am i allowed to do this? because technically this is one fic and its sequel, but they go together. this is probably what got me into Ray/Ray in the first place. it's Speranza, so you know it's gonna be awesome, but damn. it's funny, it's got plot, it's got stuff blowing up, it's got a fantastic Fraser, and it has clandestine orgasms. whoo-hoo.

Ray closed his eyes and tried to picture the store's layout. To the left, a wall full of fishing rods; near the door, a wall lined with shotguns. A display of tents, all shot up now, so Fraser wasn't there at least. Shelves of camping gear and racks of outerwear. Bikes and snowmobiles. Snowshoes and knives. Kayaks.

And a row of canoes, displayed upside down with their bottoms showing--where Vecchio had dragged him once the shooting started.

It was a pretty good hiding place, he had to give Vecchio that much. In fact, Vecchio'd been right on the money about everything today-- that the place was a front, that there were too many guns just for a sporting shop, that the chainsmoking thug at the register didn't look like no outdoorsman he'd ever seen. "Italians don't like the outdoors," Vecchio had whispered when they gathered outside for a pow-wow. "That's why we're so big on architecture. These guys aren't sportsmen, believe me--so what are they doing here?"

That's when Fraser had put on his determined Mountie look. "Why don't we find out?"


Breaking Cover and The Sporting Life

Title: Easy
Author: brooklinegirl
Pairing: Ray/Ray
Rating: pants are not only off but flung out the window.
Length: shortish-medium
Why I'm reccing this fic: porn. what the Rays are best at. (aside from fighting.) this has got to be one of the hottest things i've EVER read. porn porn porn. there is a god. written for the jewelry flashfic challenge, and it took me about five rereads to get past the SCORCHING HOT PORN to figure out why it qualified for said challenge. i'm perceptive.

I swiftly kick myself the rest of the way out of my pants. "You're such a fucking tease," I manage as I crawl on top of him. Grinning, he gives me a quick kiss and shoves his way backwards up the bed. I follow him and (finally, finally) get him pinned down, pushing him against the bed, and taking his head in my hands, kissing him - so fucking perfect. Perfect position. Perfect angle. I tongue-fuck his mouth, and get him to buck up against me, but I can still feel him trying to grin even as he kisses me, and that turns me on only slightly more than it annoys me.

I get his pants undone - no wonder his hard-on was so obvious, the bastard wasn't wearing anything under those soft, shabby jeans - as he sort of shimmies out of his t-shirt. God. I'm so fucking hard, I want to fuck him through the mattress. Wipe that grin off his face and make him scream. Which is why I don't know how or when or what, precisely, happens, but suddenly, I'm on my back and staring up at the ceiling. And I'm ready to complain - because I want to fuck Kowalski like there's no tomorrow - but then he licks his way quickly and precisely down my belly with his wet, wet tongue, and sucks my cock right into his mouth. And that's - that's really - really - not something I can bring myself to criticize. Instead, I gasp, "Fuck - yes - Kowalski, you fucking - fucking -" And then, somehow, with his mouth still full of my cock, he slides his tongue up the ridge on the bottom of it, and all I can do then is dig my heels into the mattress and hang on to the sheets.


Easy

Comments

[brooklinegirl.livejournal.com]

I love, love, LOVE Sprat's fic! my god, that KILLED me when she posted it. it's so sad and fucked up adn there's so much LOVE and just - oh, RAY. ♥

and god, Ces's ray/ray fics, man. With dirty, slutty Kowalski - I have a whole lot of love for those (and it's TOTALLY cool to post them together - you HAVE to!)

and last but not least, YAY and THANK YOU for the rec! It TOTALLY fit the jewelry challenge, though I had more than one person going, "...wait." HEE!

yay! I am so going to love this week of recs!

[raggedass-road.livejournal.com]

Wait, what? I'm confused. How is THAT an answer to a jewelry challenge? I didn't see anything sparkly through all the porn, okay, all the hotness is like some elaborate diversionary strategy to make us forget there was supposed to be jewelry in the flashfic.

Too bad I don't care. mrow.

[brooklinegirl.livejournal.com]

Wait, what? I'm confused. How is THAT an answer to a jewelry challenge?

*grins* Um. When Vecchio comes all over Kowalski? That's called a pearl necklace. I know. Dirty. Blame pearl_o, she put the idea in my head.

[raggedass-road.livejournal.com]

Oh, you -- you are naughty. Don't try to foist this off on pearl_o, you're workin the same streetcorner she is. Dirty. Dirty dirty dirty.

(I love it.)