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Campfire Tales, by Resonant
Title: Campfire Tales
Author: Resonant
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: NC-17
Length: 3,165
Why I'm reccing this fic: I adore story- and myth-telling, particularly due to the way stories inevitably tell more about the teller than vice versa; and the questions they raise about the relationship between fiction and truth.
In this, what starts off as a harmless way for Fraser and Ray to pass the time during their adventure turns into a subtext-filled conversation about the possible dangers of the direction their relationship is headed towards.
And the sex is really hot, too. Never forget that. ;)
It was easy to be with Fraser until they blew the lantern out.
Well, maybe not easy. But exasperating the same way it was always exasperating, because the guy always thought he knew the right way to do everything, and then he was always right, which made matters worse. So, familiar. Almost comforting.
But in the tent, in the dark, all that stuff went out the window they didn't have. He'd lie there in the tent and breathe in the smell of himself and Fraser -- not too fresh, honestly, but that didn't stop it from making him want things he had no business wanting. For a long time Ray had known something about himself that he didn't like to put a name to, something that made his relationship with Fraser something else in addition to what it was on the surface.
In the tent, in the dark, it got harder to pretend that part wasn't there.
Campfire Tales
Author: Resonant
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: NC-17
Length: 3,165
Why I'm reccing this fic: I adore story- and myth-telling, particularly due to the way stories inevitably tell more about the teller than vice versa; and the questions they raise about the relationship between fiction and truth.
In this, what starts off as a harmless way for Fraser and Ray to pass the time during their adventure turns into a subtext-filled conversation about the possible dangers of the direction their relationship is headed towards.
And the sex is really hot, too. Never forget that. ;)
It was easy to be with Fraser until they blew the lantern out.
Well, maybe not easy. But exasperating the same way it was always exasperating, because the guy always thought he knew the right way to do everything, and then he was always right, which made matters worse. So, familiar. Almost comforting.
But in the tent, in the dark, all that stuff went out the window they didn't have. He'd lie there in the tent and breathe in the smell of himself and Fraser -- not too fresh, honestly, but that didn't stop it from making him want things he had no business wanting. For a long time Ray had known something about himself that he didn't like to put a name to, something that made his relationship with Fraser something else in addition to what it was on the surface.
In the tent, in the dark, it got harder to pretend that part wasn't there.
Campfire Tales