Their Love is So...Dirty.
*bounces excitedly*
So I have been pondering what to post about today, because, my god, anyone who knows me has seen me WAX POETIC about these boys time and again. I can't remember a time when I DIDN'T love Ray/Ray, though there must have been one. I remember reading Left by resonant8 for the first time and being catapulted into the world of this fierce, fucked up, REAL TRUE LOVE. Full of fist-fights and yelling, namecalling and rimming and dirty, dirty sex, and blowjobs in dirty bathrooms, and hot, hot cars.
God, I love this pairing.
And you know, NONE of the girls I was closest with in the fandom at the time would have anything to do with Ray/Ray. I have done the impassioned plea about Ray/Ray so many times that estrella30 and dsudis could probably still recite it to you by heart. They shared the same job! The same wife! The same PARTNER, omg, how the fuck do you partner with Benton Fraser and come back from it, huh? And how do you ever find ANYONE else to talk to about it, except for that person who has been in the EXACT SAME POSITION as you?
They shared a LIFE, people. Ray Kowalski WAS Ray Vecchio. They know each other better than they have any right to, without ever meeting. And if you're going to argue that Ray Vecchio didn't study how to be Ray Kowalski, my answer to you is that he didn't HAVE to. He partnered with Benton Fraser. He KNOWS. He might not know Kowalski inside and out, but he knows exactly - EXACTLY - what Stanley Kowalski is going through in that hotel room, when Fraser greeted Vecchio with open arms and that smile. He can feel Stanley's pain from across the room and some small, mean part of Vecchio LOVES that. Because he gave Fraser up to Kowalski. Ray Vecchio knows what it feels like, and the only thing he can say is, turnabout is nothing if not fair play.
And you know, I just - somewhere, in my heart of hearts, I do think that Fraser loves Canada more than he loves anything else. And so when he leaves them, well - they have each other. And there are a LOT of sparks between them, and they fight it - they fight it with fists and with words and with ridiculously hot, dirty sex that has this desperation about it that makes it just that much hotter.
These are two guys who know Chicago like they know their own names. These are two guys who get drunk - really drunk, messed up - in run-down bars and have raunchy sex - well, okay. Kowalski has raunchy sex with strangers in bathroom stalls. Vecchio just orders another shot and sits at the bar and wishes he has that outlet.
Which is something Kowalski gets, and something Kowalski can give him. Kowalski doesn’t mind being slammed up against a wall in a filthy alley, doesn't mind Vecchio holding him there with an arm across his throat, threatening him in this low, fierce voice that tells Kowalski he means it, and turns Kowalski on like nothing else on this earth.
And Ray Vecchio? Ray Vecchio doesn't back away when he feels Kowalski getting hard against his thigh in that goddamn alley. He thinks the guy is a freak, he thinks the guy is fucked up, but when Stanley grins at him, tough and brittle in the dimness of the narrow alley, Vecchio's breath catches in his throat. He loosens his hold on Kowalski for a second, but it's long enough for Kowalski to reverse it, and suddenly it's Vecchio being held back against the rough alley wall, the stones scraping against his suit jacket, Kowalski holding him there with his hips hard against him, his face so close that Vecchio can feel his hot breath against his lips.
Vecchio's head is spinning and he's too drunk for this, but not drunk enough - if Kowalski kisses him, he thinks he might actually fall to fucking pieces, here. But Kowalski's eyes are bright, there, even in the darkness, with this flicker of understanding, and all Kowalski does is drop to his knees down there in the dirt and the filth. He has Vecchio's pants open before Vecchio can even take a breath, and Vecchio thinks he's going to push Kowalski away, but instead his hands are clenching Kowalski's shoulders, dragging him close, holding him there, as Kowalski gives him the most enthusiastic blowjob of his life, in some dank fucking alley on the north side of town.
…and, uhm, in conclusion, THAT is exactly - fucking EXACTLY - why I love Vecchio and Kowalski together SO VERY MUCH. Because this entry was totally going to be a bunch of links of things smart people have said about the pairing in the years I've been in the fandom. But, because they are Vecchio and Kowalski, we end up with blowjobs in dirty alleys. As we SO OFTEN DO with these guys. Blowjobs = ♥
hi.
So I have been pondering what to post about today, because, my god, anyone who knows me has seen me WAX POETIC about these boys time and again. I can't remember a time when I DIDN'T love Ray/Ray, though there must have been one. I remember reading Left by resonant8 for the first time and being catapulted into the world of this fierce, fucked up, REAL TRUE LOVE. Full of fist-fights and yelling, namecalling and rimming and dirty, dirty sex, and blowjobs in dirty bathrooms, and hot, hot cars.
God, I love this pairing.
And you know, NONE of the girls I was closest with in the fandom at the time would have anything to do with Ray/Ray. I have done the impassioned plea about Ray/Ray so many times that estrella30 and dsudis could probably still recite it to you by heart. They shared the same job! The same wife! The same PARTNER, omg, how the fuck do you partner with Benton Fraser and come back from it, huh? And how do you ever find ANYONE else to talk to about it, except for that person who has been in the EXACT SAME POSITION as you?
They shared a LIFE, people. Ray Kowalski WAS Ray Vecchio. They know each other better than they have any right to, without ever meeting. And if you're going to argue that Ray Vecchio didn't study how to be Ray Kowalski, my answer to you is that he didn't HAVE to. He partnered with Benton Fraser. He KNOWS. He might not know Kowalski inside and out, but he knows exactly - EXACTLY - what Stanley Kowalski is going through in that hotel room, when Fraser greeted Vecchio with open arms and that smile. He can feel Stanley's pain from across the room and some small, mean part of Vecchio LOVES that. Because he gave Fraser up to Kowalski. Ray Vecchio knows what it feels like, and the only thing he can say is, turnabout is nothing if not fair play.
And you know, I just - somewhere, in my heart of hearts, I do think that Fraser loves Canada more than he loves anything else. And so when he leaves them, well - they have each other. And there are a LOT of sparks between them, and they fight it - they fight it with fists and with words and with ridiculously hot, dirty sex that has this desperation about it that makes it just that much hotter.
These are two guys who know Chicago like they know their own names. These are two guys who get drunk - really drunk, messed up - in run-down bars and have raunchy sex - well, okay. Kowalski has raunchy sex with strangers in bathroom stalls. Vecchio just orders another shot and sits at the bar and wishes he has that outlet.
Which is something Kowalski gets, and something Kowalski can give him. Kowalski doesn’t mind being slammed up against a wall in a filthy alley, doesn't mind Vecchio holding him there with an arm across his throat, threatening him in this low, fierce voice that tells Kowalski he means it, and turns Kowalski on like nothing else on this earth.
And Ray Vecchio? Ray Vecchio doesn't back away when he feels Kowalski getting hard against his thigh in that goddamn alley. He thinks the guy is a freak, he thinks the guy is fucked up, but when Stanley grins at him, tough and brittle in the dimness of the narrow alley, Vecchio's breath catches in his throat. He loosens his hold on Kowalski for a second, but it's long enough for Kowalski to reverse it, and suddenly it's Vecchio being held back against the rough alley wall, the stones scraping against his suit jacket, Kowalski holding him there with his hips hard against him, his face so close that Vecchio can feel his hot breath against his lips.
Vecchio's head is spinning and he's too drunk for this, but not drunk enough - if Kowalski kisses him, he thinks he might actually fall to fucking pieces, here. But Kowalski's eyes are bright, there, even in the darkness, with this flicker of understanding, and all Kowalski does is drop to his knees down there in the dirt and the filth. He has Vecchio's pants open before Vecchio can even take a breath, and Vecchio thinks he's going to push Kowalski away, but instead his hands are clenching Kowalski's shoulders, dragging him close, holding him there, as Kowalski gives him the most enthusiastic blowjob of his life, in some dank fucking alley on the north side of town.
…and, uhm, in conclusion, THAT is exactly - fucking EXACTLY - why I love Vecchio and Kowalski together SO VERY MUCH. Because this entry was totally going to be a bunch of links of things smart people have said about the pairing in the years I've been in the fandom. But, because they are Vecchio and Kowalski, we end up with blowjobs in dirty alleys. As we SO OFTEN DO with these guys. Blowjobs = ♥
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