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ds_recsredux2007-01-26 12:59 pm
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Cool in the Backseat
Title: Cool in the Backseat
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brooklinegirl
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: NC-17
Length: 6700 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: The yearning Fraser here is one of my favorites and the discipline he forces on himself. And then, when he kicks back and lets go? He touches Ray's hair. That wild man. Then we have confused Ray and fucking the backseat of the GTO. \o/
I slam my foot on the brake and turn the wheel fiercely, pulling the car off onto a side street. We slam to a stop and I throw the car into park, turn it off, and turn to Fraser. "What? C'mon, we're here, we're talking, it's quiet, what?"
He's got his eyes open now, wide, but he just presses his lips together and shakes his head.
"Fraser," I say tightly, but the anger is seeping out of me. I've got my hands curled around the steering wheel so tight they hurt, and I lean forward, let the side of my head rest on the top of the wheel as I look at him. I take a deep breath and let it out slow. "You got something to tell me?"
He's watching me. The streetlight we're under is out, but even in the dark of the car, his eyes look huge. Then he reaches out his hand, hesitates for a second, then runs it slowly through my hair. Again. I shut my eyes. He lets out his breath in a long rush, and when he's done, he's cupping the back of my neck with that warm hand. I just lean there, waiting.
"Yes," he says.
I open my eyes. A shiver runs down my spine as he moves his fingers gently against my neck. "Why didn't you tell me?"
He looks at me. "I - I just did."
Cool in the Backseat
Author:
brooklinegirlPairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: NC-17
Length: 6700 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: The yearning Fraser here is one of my favorites and the discipline he forces on himself. And then, when he kicks back and lets go? He touches Ray's hair. That wild man. Then we have confused Ray and fucking the backseat of the GTO. \o/
I slam my foot on the brake and turn the wheel fiercely, pulling the car off onto a side street. We slam to a stop and I throw the car into park, turn it off, and turn to Fraser. "What? C'mon, we're here, we're talking, it's quiet, what?"
He's got his eyes open now, wide, but he just presses his lips together and shakes his head.
"Fraser," I say tightly, but the anger is seeping out of me. I've got my hands curled around the steering wheel so tight they hurt, and I lean forward, let the side of my head rest on the top of the wheel as I look at him. I take a deep breath and let it out slow. "You got something to tell me?"
He's watching me. The streetlight we're under is out, but even in the dark of the car, his eyes look huge. Then he reaches out his hand, hesitates for a second, then runs it slowly through my hair. Again. I shut my eyes. He lets out his breath in a long rush, and when he's done, he's cupping the back of my neck with that warm hand. I just lean there, waiting.
"Yes," he says.
I open my eyes. A shiver runs down my spine as he moves his fingers gently against my neck. "Why didn't you tell me?"
He looks at me. "I - I just did."
Cool in the Backseat
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