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Title: Musings
Author:
lynnmonster
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski, Fraser/Kowalski/Female (kind of)
Rating: NC-17
Length: middlingish
Why I'm reccing this fic: Fraser's kind of a freak, but he imagines a girl for Ray to fuck in Fraser's fantasy, and eventually joins in. But then Fraser starts acting kind of weird, and honestly it's a bit creepy, but it's just so Fraser.
Not quite able to maintain the fiction of Ray touching him, wanting him, without his very real knowledge of his partner's personality creeping in and ruining things, Fraser had hit upon the happy solution of picturing Ray with another bedmate as an inspirational image. At first, it had worked beautifully -- he was an unseen observer, mentally watching Ray copulate with some vague woman -- and his ardor would swiftly reach an almost unbearable peak. But he was unable to escape the knowledge that, even in the confines of his own mind, he was spying in a way that would constitute the grossest breach of trust. His fantasy always came to a grinding halt as he ran up against his own moral objections to such behavior, leaving him painfully hard as well as painfully ashamed.
Fraser could not get thoughts of Ray out of his mind, though -- so, tonight, he set about constructing various far-fetched scenarios in which he was allowed to watch, encouraged to do so; a sidelined participant, but a participant nonetheless.
Musings
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Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski, Fraser/Kowalski/Female (kind of)
Rating: NC-17
Length: middlingish
Why I'm reccing this fic: Fraser's kind of a freak, but he imagines a girl for Ray to fuck in Fraser's fantasy, and eventually joins in. But then Fraser starts acting kind of weird, and honestly it's a bit creepy, but it's just so Fraser.
Not quite able to maintain the fiction of Ray touching him, wanting him, without his very real knowledge of his partner's personality creeping in and ruining things, Fraser had hit upon the happy solution of picturing Ray with another bedmate as an inspirational image. At first, it had worked beautifully -- he was an unseen observer, mentally watching Ray copulate with some vague woman -- and his ardor would swiftly reach an almost unbearable peak. But he was unable to escape the knowledge that, even in the confines of his own mind, he was spying in a way that would constitute the grossest breach of trust. His fantasy always came to a grinding halt as he ran up against his own moral objections to such behavior, leaving him painfully hard as well as painfully ashamed.
Fraser could not get thoughts of Ray out of his mind, though -- so, tonight, he set about constructing various far-fetched scenarios in which he was allowed to watch, encouraged to do so; a sidelined participant, but a participant nonetheless.
Musings
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Date: 2007-03-03 03:52 am (UTC)That was lovely. And I adore how the woman is less and less between them until she's gone--a beautiful escalation.