Fic: One Tied, One Tying (due South, Fraser/RayK, 539 words)
Story title: One Tied, One Tying link to fic on AO3
Author: Amedia
Rating: R (fairly spicy)
Fandom: due South
Characters: Ray Kowalski, Benton Fraser
Ship: Fraser/RayK
Summary: RayK, Fraser, and a lot of beautiful knots.
Word Count: 539
Author's note: Part of this year's Spicy Advent Calendar collection (Day 17). A serendipitous birthday gift for ride_4ever, inspired by ride's exquisite poem "Kinbaku-bi". [There's another note at the end, just so you know.]
"Oh ... oh, Ray."
Ray Kowalski listened to the sudden catch in Fraser's voice, the hesitation, the hoarseness for cryin' out loud, and felt a sense of deep satisfaction. It took a lot to rattle Fraser's calm demeanor, and it always amazed Ray when he was the one doing the rattling.
Fraser finished tying the last knot and stepped back to admire both his handiwork and his partner. Ray felt trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey until Fraser brought out a large mirror and Ray found himself looking at a work of art, with carefully looped and knotted ropes laying out a tracery as intricate as lace across his unclothed body. "That's ... that's beautiful, Fraser," he said, awed.
Fraser ducked his head, embarrassed by the compliment. "Thank you, Ray," he said, "but don't underestimate your own contribution. The art of shibari depends as much upon the one tied as upon the one tying for its ultimate effect." He pulled what appeared to be a complicated system of bars and pulleys from the closet and began arranging it. Then he stopped momentarily and smiled at Ray. "And in this case, on the one suspended, as much as one the one setting up the suspension."
"Ha, well, don't keep me in suspense for too long," said Ray, suddenly nervous.
Fraser moved back to Ray's side and stroked his cheek. "Never, Ray, never. I promise."
Reassured by Fraser's touch as well as his words, Ray wanted to move his hand to cover Fraser's and found that he couldn't because of the binding. And yet ... he didn't feel as frustrated as he expected. There was something kinda nice about knowing that Fraser could do whatever he wanted, while just by standing there-or apparently, just by floating in the air suspended by ropes-he was turning Fraser on like whoa. He felt simultaneously powerless and powerful, as if he were floating already.
The mood was abruptly broken when the phone rang. Fraser picked it up and Ray groaned-not in the good way-when Fraser said, "Yes, sir, I understand. We'll be right in." He put the phone down and turned to Ray. "I'm sorry," he said. "It's an emergency. Work before pleasure."
"Well, yeah," said Ray. "But this took an hour to put on. How are you gonna-"
Fraser chose a section of rope that lay just next to Ray's navel, apparently at random. He gave it a gentle tug, and the entire intricate setup came undone and landed at Ray's bare feet. He watched it fall, then looked up at Fraser. "Whoa."
"As I told you before we started, Ray, safety and consent are the watchwords!" Ray took a step and swayed. Fraser steadied him. "You've been standing still for quite a while. You also appeared to be entering a typically altered state of consciousness, if I'm any judge. Why don't you sit down over here and I'll bring you your clothes." Ray allowed himself to be guided to a comfortable chair.
As Fraser handed him his clothing, Ray asked, "We'll do this again though, right? Soon?"
Fraser smiled. "Very soon, Ray. I promise. And I always consider myself bound by my promises."
"Well, in this case," said Ray, "so do I."
the end
Note: I originally had Fraser say that Ray was entering subspace, but that led to a whole new branch in which Ray thought that was a Star Wars reference, and Fraser had to correct him twice: once, that he had confused Star Wars with Star Trek, and twice, that he was using the word in a different context. And that would have made them late for work. So I went for periphrasis instead.
This entry was originally posted at https://amedia.dreamwidth.org/490357.html.
Author: Amedia
Rating: R (fairly spicy)
Fandom: due South
Characters: Ray Kowalski, Benton Fraser
Ship: Fraser/RayK
Summary: RayK, Fraser, and a lot of beautiful knots.
Word Count: 539
Author's note: Part of this year's Spicy Advent Calendar collection (Day 17). A serendipitous birthday gift for ride_4ever, inspired by ride's exquisite poem "Kinbaku-bi". [There's another note at the end, just so you know.]
"Oh ... oh, Ray."
Ray Kowalski listened to the sudden catch in Fraser's voice, the hesitation, the hoarseness for cryin' out loud, and felt a sense of deep satisfaction. It took a lot to rattle Fraser's calm demeanor, and it always amazed Ray when he was the one doing the rattling.
Fraser finished tying the last knot and stepped back to admire both his handiwork and his partner. Ray felt trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey until Fraser brought out a large mirror and Ray found himself looking at a work of art, with carefully looped and knotted ropes laying out a tracery as intricate as lace across his unclothed body. "That's ... that's beautiful, Fraser," he said, awed.
Fraser ducked his head, embarrassed by the compliment. "Thank you, Ray," he said, "but don't underestimate your own contribution. The art of shibari depends as much upon the one tied as upon the one tying for its ultimate effect." He pulled what appeared to be a complicated system of bars and pulleys from the closet and began arranging it. Then he stopped momentarily and smiled at Ray. "And in this case, on the one suspended, as much as one the one setting up the suspension."
"Ha, well, don't keep me in suspense for too long," said Ray, suddenly nervous.
Fraser moved back to Ray's side and stroked his cheek. "Never, Ray, never. I promise."
Reassured by Fraser's touch as well as his words, Ray wanted to move his hand to cover Fraser's and found that he couldn't because of the binding. And yet ... he didn't feel as frustrated as he expected. There was something kinda nice about knowing that Fraser could do whatever he wanted, while just by standing there-or apparently, just by floating in the air suspended by ropes-he was turning Fraser on like whoa. He felt simultaneously powerless and powerful, as if he were floating already.
The mood was abruptly broken when the phone rang. Fraser picked it up and Ray groaned-not in the good way-when Fraser said, "Yes, sir, I understand. We'll be right in." He put the phone down and turned to Ray. "I'm sorry," he said. "It's an emergency. Work before pleasure."
"Well, yeah," said Ray. "But this took an hour to put on. How are you gonna-"
Fraser chose a section of rope that lay just next to Ray's navel, apparently at random. He gave it a gentle tug, and the entire intricate setup came undone and landed at Ray's bare feet. He watched it fall, then looked up at Fraser. "Whoa."
"As I told you before we started, Ray, safety and consent are the watchwords!" Ray took a step and swayed. Fraser steadied him. "You've been standing still for quite a while. You also appeared to be entering a typically altered state of consciousness, if I'm any judge. Why don't you sit down over here and I'll bring you your clothes." Ray allowed himself to be guided to a comfortable chair.
As Fraser handed him his clothing, Ray asked, "We'll do this again though, right? Soon?"
Fraser smiled. "Very soon, Ray. I promise. And I always consider myself bound by my promises."
"Well, in this case," said Ray, "so do I."
the end
Note: I originally had Fraser say that Ray was entering subspace, but that led to a whole new branch in which Ray thought that was a Star Wars reference, and Fraser had to correct him twice: once, that he had confused Star Wars with Star Trek, and twice, that he was using the word in a different context. And that would have made them late for work. So I went for periphrasis instead.
This entry was originally posted at https://amedia.dreamwidth.org/490357.html.