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So This is Not the Place, Homeward Bound, Good Cop
Title: So This is Not the Place
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dessert_first
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: PG-13
Length: ~1800 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: When I think about this year's DSSS, specifically F/K, this is the first story that immediately comes to my mind. It is just so goddamn moving. And beautiful. Staggeringly beautiful.
Fraser is standing on the sidelines, watching the dance floor, and Ray... Ray is dancing. Has been dancing for hours, an elemental creature, air and fire, spinning, swaying, writhing. The lights flickering over the dance floor make his hair gleam when he chances to dance through them, and his face is lost in bliss, animated, glowing.
Two women are dancing with him, one pressed up against his back and the other to his front, and the three sway as one, their rhythm flawless, sinuous, blatantly sexual. If Fraser were any kind of gentleman, he would look away, but he isn't, clearly. Not when it comes to this. Not when Ray is dancing.
He's still not sure why Ray asked him here tonight. He knows Fraser can't dance well, isn't easy on his feet the way Ray is. Several people have asked him to dance, but he has declined. He knows he will only embarrass himself on the dance floor.
He isn't anything like Ray.
So This is Not the Place
Title: Homeward Bound
Author:pir8fancier
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski/Vecchio
Rating: R
Length: ~19100 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: This is probably my favourite DSSS story when it comes to F/K/V. I love Pir8fancier's style to bits and this fic once again shows her amazing ability to write boys as boys. And I adore Vecchio's pov here.
"He's got fucking suitcases. Suitcases!"
"Yes. I count three and language. He is my friend, Ray. I would thank you to remember that. Ray and I will..."
"No we will not. You are not offering him our bed. No f... way," Kowalski protested.
Benny coughed and said, "Understood. I shall set up a cot in my room." His mouth twisted up in a wry grin. "Speaking from experience, it won't be luxurious, but at least you will be warm."
"He's got a home," Kowalski groused, and pointed a frantic finger at the window. Which was the wrong direction, but I was too tired to call him on it. He had a rip in the underarm of his tee shirt. Jesus, he didn't get paid that badly. Couldn't he rustle up some dough to buy some decent skivvies?
"Look at him, Ray," Benny snapped and marched over a closet, grabbed a bunch of linens, and, for Benny, slammed the door. He said with a tight smile, "I'll just be a minute, Ray. You look exhausted."
Jesus, I knew he and Kowalski were humping each other, but I didn't know it was serious. If you can get his Mountie up, then he really cares about you. Course, Kowalski was such a grade-A asshole that even Jesus Christ himself would want to punch him, so maybe it wasn't all that serious. But who am I kidding? Benny only does serious and Benny and serious are a clusterfuck, every goddamned time. Look at him and that Victoria bitch. What am I doing here?
Simple answer. No other place to go.
Homeward Bound
Title: Good Cop
Author:belmanoir
Pairing: Kowalski/Vecchio
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~7300 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: As I said in my comment on the story, despite being quite angsty at times, this fic made me ridiculously happy and left me with this wonderful warm feeling inside. I love the dynamics between Rays here. Plus, hot as a hot thing! :)
He stopped short. "How did you do that?"
"Do what, Vecchio?" Kowalski sounded annoyed, like he actually wanted to hear the rest of the story, and that pissed Ray off even more, because it was just part of the game, right? It had to be.
"Get me spilling about stupid shit," he said.
Kowalski gave him a weird look. "You know how I did it, Vecchio."
"No. I don't."
"Sure you do," Kowalski insisted. "I good-copped you."
"Huh?"
"Dating's just like being good cop," Kowalski said. "Come on, you worked with Fraser for years, you had to have seen how he did it."
"I have no fucking clue how he did it," Ray said. "I mean, he'd just give them that laser stare and tell some Inuit story, and it was like the force of his will would get them doing anything he wanted." He'd done it to Ray, too, again and again, and Ray still had no fucking clue how.
"Yeah, that's it exactly," Kowalski said. "He looked at them. He listened. He cared. You want people to tell you stuff, you gotta be interested in them, that's all. They can tell if you're faking."
Ray blinked. "But I'm not interested in them."
Kowalski grinned. "Yeah, I know. That's why you're bad cop."
Good Cop
Author:
dessert_firstPairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: PG-13
Length: ~1800 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: When I think about this year's DSSS, specifically F/K, this is the first story that immediately comes to my mind. It is just so goddamn moving. And beautiful. Staggeringly beautiful.
Fraser is standing on the sidelines, watching the dance floor, and Ray... Ray is dancing. Has been dancing for hours, an elemental creature, air and fire, spinning, swaying, writhing. The lights flickering over the dance floor make his hair gleam when he chances to dance through them, and his face is lost in bliss, animated, glowing.
Two women are dancing with him, one pressed up against his back and the other to his front, and the three sway as one, their rhythm flawless, sinuous, blatantly sexual. If Fraser were any kind of gentleman, he would look away, but he isn't, clearly. Not when it comes to this. Not when Ray is dancing.
He's still not sure why Ray asked him here tonight. He knows Fraser can't dance well, isn't easy on his feet the way Ray is. Several people have asked him to dance, but he has declined. He knows he will only embarrass himself on the dance floor.
He isn't anything like Ray.
So This is Not the Place
Title: Homeward Bound
Author:
pir8fancierPairing: Fraser/Kowalski/Vecchio
Rating: R
Length: ~19100 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: This is probably my favourite DSSS story when it comes to F/K/V. I love Pir8fancier's style to bits and this fic once again shows her amazing ability to write boys as boys. And I adore Vecchio's pov here.
"He's got fucking suitcases. Suitcases!"
"Yes. I count three and language. He is my friend, Ray. I would thank you to remember that. Ray and I will..."
"No we will not. You are not offering him our bed. No f... way," Kowalski protested.
Benny coughed and said, "Understood. I shall set up a cot in my room." His mouth twisted up in a wry grin. "Speaking from experience, it won't be luxurious, but at least you will be warm."
"He's got a home," Kowalski groused, and pointed a frantic finger at the window. Which was the wrong direction, but I was too tired to call him on it. He had a rip in the underarm of his tee shirt. Jesus, he didn't get paid that badly. Couldn't he rustle up some dough to buy some decent skivvies?
"Look at him, Ray," Benny snapped and marched over a closet, grabbed a bunch of linens, and, for Benny, slammed the door. He said with a tight smile, "I'll just be a minute, Ray. You look exhausted."
Jesus, I knew he and Kowalski were humping each other, but I didn't know it was serious. If you can get his Mountie up, then he really cares about you. Course, Kowalski was such a grade-A asshole that even Jesus Christ himself would want to punch him, so maybe it wasn't all that serious. But who am I kidding? Benny only does serious and Benny and serious are a clusterfuck, every goddamned time. Look at him and that Victoria bitch. What am I doing here?
Simple answer. No other place to go.
Homeward Bound
Title: Good Cop
Author:
belmanoirPairing: Kowalski/Vecchio
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~7300 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: As I said in my comment on the story, despite being quite angsty at times, this fic made me ridiculously happy and left me with this wonderful warm feeling inside. I love the dynamics between Rays here. Plus, hot as a hot thing! :)
He stopped short. "How did you do that?"
"Do what, Vecchio?" Kowalski sounded annoyed, like he actually wanted to hear the rest of the story, and that pissed Ray off even more, because it was just part of the game, right? It had to be.
"Get me spilling about stupid shit," he said.
Kowalski gave him a weird look. "You know how I did it, Vecchio."
"No. I don't."
"Sure you do," Kowalski insisted. "I good-copped you."
"Huh?"
"Dating's just like being good cop," Kowalski said. "Come on, you worked with Fraser for years, you had to have seen how he did it."
"I have no fucking clue how he did it," Ray said. "I mean, he'd just give them that laser stare and tell some Inuit story, and it was like the force of his will would get them doing anything he wanted." He'd done it to Ray, too, again and again, and Ray still had no fucking clue how.
"Yeah, that's it exactly," Kowalski said. "He looked at them. He listened. He cared. You want people to tell you stuff, you gotta be interested in them, that's all. They can tell if you're faking."
Ray blinked. "But I'm not interested in them."
Kowalski grinned. "Yeah, I know. That's why you're bad cop."
Good Cop
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