Bitter Wine - Songfic Challenge by ToraK

[torakowalski]

Okay, I don't know what happened but this got stuck in my head and wouldn't leave. Song is Bitter Wine by Bon Jovi, the lyrics to which can be found here .

Pairing: Ray/Ray slash (I don't know okay? It just kind of happened!)
Words: 941
Notes: Huge thank yous to buzzylittleb for super fast beta

ETA: Sequel can now be found here

Comments

[grey853]

It's hard to make me feel bad for Vecchio, but you managed it. To have Ray and then to lose him even to your best friend has to hurt.

[torakowalski]

It maybe has to hurt more to lose him to your bestfriend... but even RayV can't compete with the RayK/Fraser OTP *g*

Thank you for reading!

[grey853]

I make most of my icons, but that one I got from Dayse. She was generaous enough to let me use it because I begged so hard.

[torakowalski]

PS guh to your icon... *tries to resist licking the screen*

[c_regalis]

Oh. Poor RayV. I think I've never seen a Ray/Ray story like this.
I can see this. I can see him happy and in love and just knowing it wouldn't last.
That was lovely. Thank you!

[torakowalski]

I think I've never seen a Ray/Ray story like this

It just doesn't ring true for me for the Rays to hate each other yet still fuck like bunnies... I mean, why would they?!?

Thank you for reading *g*

[chesamus]

It's almost like they needed to cleanse themselves of the missing other and go back clean to start over. I hope they can smile fondly at these memories five months from now.

[torakowalski]

It's almost like they needed to cleanse themselves of the missing other and go back clean to start over - ooh, I like that. I think that is what I was aiming for, but that's such a lovely way of phrasing it *g*

[brooklinegirl]

dude. this fucking ROCKS. This is - god, you really - and I don't know how you did it, but you DID - you nailed Vecchio's voice, but you made it sound like poetry, like GOOD poetry, just that real, gritty stuff.

There are so many lines in this I fuckign adore:

both grew up in this city, but I don’t think we have one place in common.

that's just - right there, that's what they mean when they say show-don't-tell, that's AMAZING.

and:

When we pulled apart, you grinned at me, your smile soft and a little out of focus. “You don’t taste like tea,” you said, like it was the highest compliment you could pay.

I love that, I *love* that, that's one of those lines that will STICK with me, and again, perfect show-don't-tell.

and:

One night, as I groaned and gasped and came in your mouth I couldn’t keep mine closed. “Love you.” I whispered before I could get my brain under control

[torakowalski]

*blushes scarlet*

Thank you so much, what lovely feedback!

[lipsum]

> your bed, our bed, not Fraser’s bed; I’d kiss you and it would taste like something pure, something holy.

Yay!

> I’m trying to hold onto that taste now, but the memory is sliding away, turning into something bitter, like the coffee you used to drink.

*wibble*

> Stella called last month; today I think I might call her back.

Yay!

Damn, girl. You pwned me.

[torakowalski]

Yay for the yays! Sorry for the wibble! *g*