Lipstick Vogue, Handle with Care, Decalcification
Title: Lipstick Vogue
Author: Brooklinegirl (brooklinegirl)
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~2,180 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: Here's how hot the sex in this story is: cross-dressing--eh, I could take it or leave it. But this story lights me on fire. It's Ray's first time wearing a skirt and panties around Fraser, and they discover it's an even bigger kink for Fraser than Ray. I love watching Fraser undone by lust.
When he finally managed to drag his gaze to Ray's face, Ray was looking at him with unconcealed amusement.
"Oh," Fraser said, swallowing tightly. "Perhaps you would like to - go out somewhere?"
"Would you?" Ray responded, and - deliberately - let his hand drop to his own thigh, resting half on the skirt he was wearing, half on his bare skin.
"I - certainly," Fraser managed, though honestly, at this point, he wasn't even certain he'd be able to get up from the couch, let alone walk anywhere.
Lipstick Vogue
Title: Handle with Care
Author: Nos4a2no9 (nos4a2no9)
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: NC-17
Length: 1,479
Why I'm reccing this fic: Nos does a brilliant job of evoking the sights sounds and sensations of a hot day in a cheap motel room. But even hotter than the muggy Chicago summer day is the sweaty sex Fraser talks Ray into (again). Irresistible. Make sure your A/C is working before reading this one!
"It's hot. It's really hot, Fraser."
And it was. It really, really was too damn hot for sex, but Fraser was damn persistent. And even though Ray felt drugged with the muggy heat of Chicago in July he knew enough not to argue with a good thing. Who could refuse with a dark-eyed Fraser, sleek and aroused in the shabby no-tell motel room, jacking himself slowly and trying to convince Ray that “intercourse would certainly prove a welcome distraction from the heat.” Not Ray, that was for sure.
Ray just watched him, dazed and a little sweaty, feeling himself getting hard even though skin-on-skin would mean heat, warmth, fire. Like striking a match over a pile of gas-soaked rags. Too hot to move, too hot to even think, and Fraser wanted to fuck.
“Fine.” Ray gave in, because who could hold out against temptation like that?
Handle with Care
Title: Decalcification
Author: Slidellra (slidellra)
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: NC-17
Length: 1,814 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: Here is a beautifully drawn character portrait, with word choices that lend a touch of the poetic to the prose. It's domestic Fraser and Ray, home from a frustrating day at work, knowing each other and getting each other so perfectly well. The medium of their understanding? Really, fantastically hot sex.
Ray rests his hands on Fraser's shoulders, fingers brushing Fraser's neck, and looks down, watching Fraser caress him. He clears his throat and makes an unconvincing attempt at nonchalance as he asks, "And how was your day, Fraser?"
"Boring." Fraser tells the skin at Ray's temple. "Dull. Repetitive. Stultifying. Lacking."
Ray gives him a grin he can feel, and a slow thrust into his hand. "Not good. Those are not good things."
He shakes his head slightly and licks Ray's ear. "In other words, in all possible ways the opposite of now."
Decalcification
Author: Brooklinegirl (brooklinegirl)
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~2,180 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: Here's how hot the sex in this story is: cross-dressing--eh, I could take it or leave it. But this story lights me on fire. It's Ray's first time wearing a skirt and panties around Fraser, and they discover it's an even bigger kink for Fraser than Ray. I love watching Fraser undone by lust.
When he finally managed to drag his gaze to Ray's face, Ray was looking at him with unconcealed amusement.
"Oh," Fraser said, swallowing tightly. "Perhaps you would like to - go out somewhere?"
"Would you?" Ray responded, and - deliberately - let his hand drop to his own thigh, resting half on the skirt he was wearing, half on his bare skin.
"I - certainly," Fraser managed, though honestly, at this point, he wasn't even certain he'd be able to get up from the couch, let alone walk anywhere.
Lipstick Vogue
Title: Handle with Care
Author: Nos4a2no9 (nos4a2no9)
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: NC-17
Length: 1,479
Why I'm reccing this fic: Nos does a brilliant job of evoking the sights sounds and sensations of a hot day in a cheap motel room. But even hotter than the muggy Chicago summer day is the sweaty sex Fraser talks Ray into (again). Irresistible. Make sure your A/C is working before reading this one!
"It's hot. It's really hot, Fraser."
And it was. It really, really was too damn hot for sex, but Fraser was damn persistent. And even though Ray felt drugged with the muggy heat of Chicago in July he knew enough not to argue with a good thing. Who could refuse with a dark-eyed Fraser, sleek and aroused in the shabby no-tell motel room, jacking himself slowly and trying to convince Ray that “intercourse would certainly prove a welcome distraction from the heat.” Not Ray, that was for sure.
Ray just watched him, dazed and a little sweaty, feeling himself getting hard even though skin-on-skin would mean heat, warmth, fire. Like striking a match over a pile of gas-soaked rags. Too hot to move, too hot to even think, and Fraser wanted to fuck.
“Fine.” Ray gave in, because who could hold out against temptation like that?
Handle with Care
Title: Decalcification
Author: Slidellra (slidellra)
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: NC-17
Length: 1,814 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: Here is a beautifully drawn character portrait, with word choices that lend a touch of the poetic to the prose. It's domestic Fraser and Ray, home from a frustrating day at work, knowing each other and getting each other so perfectly well. The medium of their understanding? Really, fantastically hot sex.
Ray rests his hands on Fraser's shoulders, fingers brushing Fraser's neck, and looks down, watching Fraser caress him. He clears his throat and makes an unconvincing attempt at nonchalance as he asks, "And how was your day, Fraser?"
"Boring." Fraser tells the skin at Ray's temple. "Dull. Repetitive. Stultifying. Lacking."
Ray gives him a grin he can feel, and a slow thrust into his hand. "Not good. Those are not good things."
He shakes his head slightly and licks Ray's ear. "In other words, in all possible ways the opposite of now."
Decalcification