"Comfort Zone," "the person fumbling here is me," and "About Time One Of You Lunkheads Said It"
Title: Comfort Zone
Author: lalejandra
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~35,000
Why I'm reccing this fic: This rec is brought to you by my passionate love of top!Fraser. In this fic Fraser wants to explore his sexual boundaries so Kowalski takes him to gay bars. Some stuff happens. Let me tell you, the declaration scene is one of the hottest things I have ever read. A couple paragraphs of it is behind the cut. (It comes a little late in the fic, so if you are very anti-spoilers don't read it, but I don't think it gives away anything big.)
Link to the story: Comfort Zone
I stand up and put my hands on the table and lean over so our faces are real close. "Fraser, I just want to get fucked. And I don't mean in the way that I am always fucking getting fucked either. I just want to get fucked, and I am going to go do that. So good luck finding yourself another motorcycle guy or something, because I am doneski." I put my hands up, palms facing Fraser, and start to back away, back toward the guy who's kind of cute. Maybe he's my type, whatever his name is -- and that's what I'm here for, right? I'm here to figure out what I want.
Which is a lie. I know what I want. I want Fraser.
And I almost swallow my tongue when Fraser stands up, leans toward me, grabs one of my wrists, and says, "You want to get fucked? I'll fuck you, Ray."
I get so hard all at once at my knees get weak and I would swear that the only thing keeping me upright is Fraser's fingers around my wrist.
Then Fraser ruins it all by blushing.
Title: the person fumbling here is me
Author: snoopypez
Pairing: Ray/Ray
Rating: R
Length: 2300 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: Because this fic is hot and adorable in about equal proportions, and because I LOVE the way Kowalski tells Vecchio he's interested. Both times. Kowalski is so smooth. NOT. The first time (it comes pretty early in the fic) is behind the cut. The other one is EVEN MORE AWESOME. Just imagine that.
Link to the story: the person fumbling here is me
It was after he woke from the third dream in a row, all in the same night even, in which Vecchio had a starring role that Ray broke. Still half-asleep, he flung an arm out towards the phone and somehow managed to dial the correct numbers.
“You-you need to get the hell out of my dreams!” His voice still rough with sleep, his brain was more so; it was possible he was actually only saying the words in his head but he was so tired that he didn’t care.
There was a silence on the other end of the line that hinted that perhaps he had dialed the wrong number, or the words really were just in his head. Then, finally -
“And you had to tell me this at three in the morning?”
Ray sat up, ran his hand over his eyes, suddenly a little more awake. “Vecchio?” He had reacted so quickly that he hadn’t really given any thought to Vecchio actually answering. Shit.
“Kowalski, what are you doing?”
Finally, Ray’s hand obeyed his brain and he slammed the phone down and started the process of hating himself a little.
Title: About Time One Of You Lunkheads Said It
Author: brynnmck
Pairing: Fraser/Vecchio
Rating: PG-13
Length: ~2500
Why I'm reccing this fic: Because Fraser uses the YAWN MANEUVER. Do you REALLY need to know more? I think not. But in case you want to, this fic is AMAZING. It is everything I love about season 1 and 2 F/V: banter, Vecchio bitching and not meaning it, excessive physical contact, Fraser being slightly disingenuous and a lot adorkable...This fic never fails to make me very, very happy.
Link to the story: About Time One Of You Lunkheads Said It
[N]ow he was having probably the most sinful thoughts of his life on Christmas Eve, of all times-and in vivid Technicolor, too-but he just gripped the wheel harder and assigned himself an extra ten Hail Marys the next time he went to confession. He could do this. He could do this, he could do this, he could…
He could get the hell out of the car before he did something incredibly stupid.
Inside Fraser's apartment was easier; Fraser had lit candles as part of his new determination to conserve electricity, but at least there was some hope of personal space, and Ray found himself humming Christmas carols under his breath as he popped popcorn on the stove, steadying himself with the familiar routine of dozens of nights spent poking around in Fraser's kitchen.
"Can I offer you something to drink, Ray?" Fraser asked, poised in front of the refrigerator.
"No, thanks," Ray said. "I got one day left to suck down egg nog while you give me dirty looks and silent but heartfelt lectures on excessive consumption of holiday beverages with no nutritional value, so I'm saving myself for that."
Fraser raised an eyebrow. "Silent lectures?"
"Yeah, I figure it must be one of your superpowers," Ray told him, grinning, and took the popcorn-in two bowls, because he wasn't an idiot or a saint-into the living room.
Author: lalejandra
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~35,000
Why I'm reccing this fic: This rec is brought to you by my passionate love of top!Fraser. In this fic Fraser wants to explore his sexual boundaries so Kowalski takes him to gay bars. Some stuff happens. Let me tell you, the declaration scene is one of the hottest things I have ever read. A couple paragraphs of it is behind the cut. (It comes a little late in the fic, so if you are very anti-spoilers don't read it, but I don't think it gives away anything big.)
Link to the story: Comfort Zone
I stand up and put my hands on the table and lean over so our faces are real close. "Fraser, I just want to get fucked. And I don't mean in the way that I am always fucking getting fucked either. I just want to get fucked, and I am going to go do that. So good luck finding yourself another motorcycle guy or something, because I am doneski." I put my hands up, palms facing Fraser, and start to back away, back toward the guy who's kind of cute. Maybe he's my type, whatever his name is -- and that's what I'm here for, right? I'm here to figure out what I want.
Which is a lie. I know what I want. I want Fraser.
And I almost swallow my tongue when Fraser stands up, leans toward me, grabs one of my wrists, and says, "You want to get fucked? I'll fuck you, Ray."
I get so hard all at once at my knees get weak and I would swear that the only thing keeping me upright is Fraser's fingers around my wrist.
Then Fraser ruins it all by blushing.
Title: the person fumbling here is me
Author: snoopypez
Pairing: Ray/Ray
Rating: R
Length: 2300 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: Because this fic is hot and adorable in about equal proportions, and because I LOVE the way Kowalski tells Vecchio he's interested. Both times. Kowalski is so smooth. NOT. The first time (it comes pretty early in the fic) is behind the cut. The other one is EVEN MORE AWESOME. Just imagine that.
Link to the story: the person fumbling here is me
It was after he woke from the third dream in a row, all in the same night even, in which Vecchio had a starring role that Ray broke. Still half-asleep, he flung an arm out towards the phone and somehow managed to dial the correct numbers.
“You-you need to get the hell out of my dreams!” His voice still rough with sleep, his brain was more so; it was possible he was actually only saying the words in his head but he was so tired that he didn’t care.
There was a silence on the other end of the line that hinted that perhaps he had dialed the wrong number, or the words really were just in his head. Then, finally -
“And you had to tell me this at three in the morning?”
Ray sat up, ran his hand over his eyes, suddenly a little more awake. “Vecchio?” He had reacted so quickly that he hadn’t really given any thought to Vecchio actually answering. Shit.
“Kowalski, what are you doing?”
Finally, Ray’s hand obeyed his brain and he slammed the phone down and started the process of hating himself a little.
Title: About Time One Of You Lunkheads Said It
Author: brynnmck
Pairing: Fraser/Vecchio
Rating: PG-13
Length: ~2500
Why I'm reccing this fic: Because Fraser uses the YAWN MANEUVER. Do you REALLY need to know more? I think not. But in case you want to, this fic is AMAZING. It is everything I love about season 1 and 2 F/V: banter, Vecchio bitching and not meaning it, excessive physical contact, Fraser being slightly disingenuous and a lot adorkable...This fic never fails to make me very, very happy.
Link to the story: About Time One Of You Lunkheads Said It
[N]ow he was having probably the most sinful thoughts of his life on Christmas Eve, of all times-and in vivid Technicolor, too-but he just gripped the wheel harder and assigned himself an extra ten Hail Marys the next time he went to confession. He could do this. He could do this, he could do this, he could…
He could get the hell out of the car before he did something incredibly stupid.
Inside Fraser's apartment was easier; Fraser had lit candles as part of his new determination to conserve electricity, but at least there was some hope of personal space, and Ray found himself humming Christmas carols under his breath as he popped popcorn on the stove, steadying himself with the familiar routine of dozens of nights spent poking around in Fraser's kitchen.
"Can I offer you something to drink, Ray?" Fraser asked, poised in front of the refrigerator.
"No, thanks," Ray said. "I got one day left to suck down egg nog while you give me dirty looks and silent but heartfelt lectures on excessive consumption of holiday beverages with no nutritional value, so I'm saving myself for that."
Fraser raised an eyebrow. "Silent lectures?"
"Yeah, I figure it must be one of your superpowers," Ray told him, grinning, and took the popcorn-in two bowls, because he wasn't an idiot or a saint-into the living room.