I had a rep. I was a complete dork.
Today on ds_recsredux: Vecchio is a dork! His hair says "deadly and dangerous but not afraid to cry!" He's afraid of the dark! He complains to Welsh about smoking in the men's bathroom! He wears stripy pajamas and knows in his soul that his car's cigarette lighter works! Agent Suzanne Chapin!
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I'm trying to be coherent here guys, but it's hard in the face of Vecchio's incredible adorkability. Even when he's a bad-assed mob boss he wears a false mustache and gets excited about buttermilk.
I missed the season one clothes when they went away. I mean, yes, he was even hotter in season two. But still! I like to imagine that he starts wearing bright shirts again in Florida.
This VEST omg!
His little SMILE!
Pajamas AND a paisley bathrobe:
Okay and I realize this is kinda cheating since I don't think they're actually in character for this picture but snoopypez said I should post it anyway. Look at Vecchio's little FACE!:
SUCH DORKS! And Kowalski's GLASSES! ::melts::
Okay. Enough objectification. Time for some fic:
The Real Thing by china_shop. Fraser/Vecchio, NC-17, 2100 words. Ray becomes very indignant about fake corn syrup, and somehow this leads to him being concerned he has "imitation gay flavoring."
"Whoever heard of imitation corn syrup?" Ray interrupted. "Jesus! Corn is as American as apple pie. More American!" He left the pancake mix on the lid of one of the bulk bins and drew Fraser down the aisle to the refrigerators, still ranting. "What was the FDA thinking when they approved this stuff, that's what I want to know."
Fraser took milk and a small block of hard cheese from the fridge and added them to Ray's basket. "Perhaps they don't feel it's a matter of national identity."
"Well, they're wrong." Ray poked him in the ribs. "I mean, how do you feel about maple-flavored syrup?"
Fraser scratched his eyebrow before he could stop himself. "I admit, I don't really see the appeal."
"See? See?" Ray took the list from Fraser's hand and perused it, tossed an over-priced packet of cashew nuts into his basket and led the way to the cashier. "We're not that different, you and me. Two sides of the same border." He grinned.
Looking for a Place to Happen by brooklinegirl. Kowalski/Frannie, Ray/Ray, NC-17, ~5500 words. Kowalski realizes he's into Vecchio at the WORST possible time...leading to much UST and then some quality sexing. This story is my absolute favorite of brooklinegirl's and may be the hottest thing I've ever read. It also delivers some quality dork!Vecchio:
He looked over at Vecchio, who rolled to his feet and started pulling his pants and shorts back up. Ray peered closer. "Are you wearing silk boxer shorts?"
"Yeah, so?" Vecchio smoothed the front of his shorts proudly before zipping up his pants.
"Nothing." Ray grinned to himself, amused. Silk boxers. Vecchio was such a pussy.
Vecchio cocked an eyebrow at him and reached out a hand, tugged him to his feet. Ray staggered a little, and Vecchio, in one smooth movement, pulled him close, and kissed him. Ray, pressed up naked and damp against Vecchio's real nice clothes, smiled, and wrapped his hands in the wrinkled fabric of Vecchio's shirt, and kissed him back.
"So," Vecchio said, pulling back and giving Ray what Ray was sure Vecchio thought was an incredibly suave smile, "What do you think? Was that better than your last date?"
Dressing for Success by elementalv. Ray/Ray, NC-17, ~1600 words. Kowalski keeps coming to work in suits, and Vecchio keeps getting unfortunate workplace boners.
He took a deep breath. “Whose idea was it - dressing you in Armani?”
Kowalski gave him a long, steady look, and Ray swore he could feel each bead of sweat as it popped out on his face.
“It was my mom’s,” he finally answered. “She didn’t like the way my suit looked on TV. Said I didn’t need to look so poor.”
“So she bought you that?” Ray wasn’t sure he could survive Kowalski in Armani. He could barely handle Kowalski in that Sears suit he owned.
“I paid half.” Kowalski looked embarrassed again. “She was gonna buy it no matter what, so - Anyway. I’m supposed to go to that commission thing again tonight. Figured it was as good a time as any to take it out for a test drive.”
Ray blinked a couple of times, and when the words settled into his brain, he blurted out, “You’re not wearing that tonight!”
“And you think you have any say in this because why?”
“You cannot - not - wear that shirt and tie with an Armani.”
It's sorta cheating reccing this one since it was written for me, but it's SO FANTASTIC. I see by your outfit (that you are a cowboy) by snoopypez. Ray/Ray, R, 1366 words. Kowalski wears his cowboy boots. Vecchio mocks him but secretly thinks they're really hot. The ending is particularly dorky but I don't want to spoil it, so:
So Ray starts wearing the boots more often. No one really notices, until Vecchio notices. And yeah, Ray kinda hoped he would, but he also kinda didn't, so like many times before, Ray is unsure of what he wants.
The way Vecchio notices is because Ray leans back in his chair, puts his feet up on the desktop by habit before any other way can occur to him. Vecchio does a double take - an actual, for real double take like they're in some kind of comedy skit - and coughs on his coffee. He remains strangely silent, which proves to Ray that miracles can really come true.
I love Vecchio's double-takes.
Cataloging by spuffyduds. Fraser/Vecchio, R, 1650 words. Fraser realizes he's into Ray. There is NOT ENOUGH Fraser-POV Fraser/Vecchio, and this fic really delivers with how totally adorkable Fraser finds Vecchio. Also, hot.
“Five senses” is a gross oversimplification, of course. There’s also proprioception, the sense of where body parts are in relation to one another; thermoception, the sensing of heat and cold; other more esoteric ones, some confined to nonhumans.
Still, Fraser finds it useful to catalog the day’s highlights of the basic five, just before bed; it helps him to let go of the day somehow. When he first came to Chicago his dreams would replay the daily onslaught of sensation; he got no relief, no respite. He would awaken in the morning still battered by the noise of traffic, by the smell of exhaust fumes, because it had been replaying in his mind all night. He’s learned to take a few minutes to run through the list--all the strongest sights, smells, sounds of the day; to relive the tastes and touches, and then to release them, let them float off. This lets his dream world be his home again, at that time of year when he loves it best; cold and fresh and white and empty.
Tonight he’s very tired, though, keeps almost drifting off as he works through his list; all the sights of a long foot chase with Ray--the cause of the tiredness. The sound of Lt. Welsh’s voice, ringing across the sweltering squad room, suggesting that Detective Gardino might find a better fit for his myriad talents as a pin boy in a bowling alley. The tastes of breakfast porridge, lunch cheeseburger, dinner spaghetti and salad. (He smiles into the darkness as he realizes that all his tastes of today were actually food. He’ll have to mention that to Ray tomorrow. Ray will be loudly, charmingly disbelieving.)
Five Times That Fraser Made Ray Laugh by sdwolfpup. Fraser/Vecchio, PG, 1800 words. This fic has one of the hottest F/V moments I have EVER read and all it is is Fraser unsnapping the button of his jeans. Also, Ray gets really, really indignant about Peeps.
Ray's eyes lit on Peeps shaped like ghosts and he snorted in disgust. "Is nothing sacred?"
There was a long silence from Fraser, and when Ray looked over, he saw confusion clear on Fraser's face. "These," Ray explained, holding up the Peeps. "These are supposed to only be available at Easter. Now you can get them for Halloween, too! It ruins the whole point."
"The point...of Peeps?" He could see Fraser struggling to keep up.
Night Spots by hyel. Fraser/Vecchio, R, ~5000 words. Murder, mechanics, and undercover in a gay bar. There are so many surprising and touching and funny and hot little moments in this fic, and there's also lots of Vecchio yelling at his mechanic, running into people, and stressing in his very special Vecchio way.
All through the day, which remained blissfully uneventful on the whole, Fraser never once touched him. That night at dinner Ray was touched exactly seventeen times by various family members, none of which touches tingled (thank God). After dinner they watched TV, and Ray was still counting the touches between the lovers on the screen and on the sofa next to his, and the touching between his mother and sister, and trying to make out exactly what it was that made him and Fraser stand out so much.
He went to bed early, but found himself staring at the ceiling and thinking back to a particular day, say the previous day to this one, and count how many times he felt Fraser's hand on his arm, or his arm against Ray's back when he leaned over his shoulder to look at the computer screen, or his cheek against Ray's chest no wait that never happened. That most emphatically did not happen.
It could have though.
So there you have it! What are y'all's favorite dorky!Vecchio fics? You'll notice this is mostly F/V---it seems like post-Vegas Vecchio gets written as smoother and more serious than s1/2 Vecchio, which makes sense, but you know, I'd love to read (or be reminded of, because I'm SURE I've read) some nice, dorky, wisecracking-and-funny-face-making post-CotW Vecchio. So comment with your favorite dorky F/K/V and Ray/Ray stories!
And that was my week. Hope you guys enjoyed it as much as I did! Oh, BOYS. I leave you with Fraser's dorky grin:
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I'm trying to be coherent here guys, but it's hard in the face of Vecchio's incredible adorkability. Even when he's a bad-assed mob boss he wears a false mustache and gets excited about buttermilk.
I missed the season one clothes when they went away. I mean, yes, he was even hotter in season two. But still! I like to imagine that he starts wearing bright shirts again in Florida.
This VEST omg!
His little SMILE!
Pajamas AND a paisley bathrobe:
Okay and I realize this is kinda cheating since I don't think they're actually in character for this picture but snoopypez said I should post it anyway. Look at Vecchio's little FACE!:
SUCH DORKS! And Kowalski's GLASSES! ::melts::
Okay. Enough objectification. Time for some fic:
The Real Thing by china_shop. Fraser/Vecchio, NC-17, 2100 words. Ray becomes very indignant about fake corn syrup, and somehow this leads to him being concerned he has "imitation gay flavoring."
"Whoever heard of imitation corn syrup?" Ray interrupted. "Jesus! Corn is as American as apple pie. More American!" He left the pancake mix on the lid of one of the bulk bins and drew Fraser down the aisle to the refrigerators, still ranting. "What was the FDA thinking when they approved this stuff, that's what I want to know."
Fraser took milk and a small block of hard cheese from the fridge and added them to Ray's basket. "Perhaps they don't feel it's a matter of national identity."
"Well, they're wrong." Ray poked him in the ribs. "I mean, how do you feel about maple-flavored syrup?"
Fraser scratched his eyebrow before he could stop himself. "I admit, I don't really see the appeal."
"See? See?" Ray took the list from Fraser's hand and perused it, tossed an over-priced packet of cashew nuts into his basket and led the way to the cashier. "We're not that different, you and me. Two sides of the same border." He grinned.
Looking for a Place to Happen by brooklinegirl. Kowalski/Frannie, Ray/Ray, NC-17, ~5500 words. Kowalski realizes he's into Vecchio at the WORST possible time...leading to much UST and then some quality sexing. This story is my absolute favorite of brooklinegirl's and may be the hottest thing I've ever read. It also delivers some quality dork!Vecchio:
He looked over at Vecchio, who rolled to his feet and started pulling his pants and shorts back up. Ray peered closer. "Are you wearing silk boxer shorts?"
"Yeah, so?" Vecchio smoothed the front of his shorts proudly before zipping up his pants.
"Nothing." Ray grinned to himself, amused. Silk boxers. Vecchio was such a pussy.
Vecchio cocked an eyebrow at him and reached out a hand, tugged him to his feet. Ray staggered a little, and Vecchio, in one smooth movement, pulled him close, and kissed him. Ray, pressed up naked and damp against Vecchio's real nice clothes, smiled, and wrapped his hands in the wrinkled fabric of Vecchio's shirt, and kissed him back.
"So," Vecchio said, pulling back and giving Ray what Ray was sure Vecchio thought was an incredibly suave smile, "What do you think? Was that better than your last date?"
Dressing for Success by elementalv. Ray/Ray, NC-17, ~1600 words. Kowalski keeps coming to work in suits, and Vecchio keeps getting unfortunate workplace boners.
He took a deep breath. “Whose idea was it - dressing you in Armani?”
Kowalski gave him a long, steady look, and Ray swore he could feel each bead of sweat as it popped out on his face.
“It was my mom’s,” he finally answered. “She didn’t like the way my suit looked on TV. Said I didn’t need to look so poor.”
“So she bought you that?” Ray wasn’t sure he could survive Kowalski in Armani. He could barely handle Kowalski in that Sears suit he owned.
“I paid half.” Kowalski looked embarrassed again. “She was gonna buy it no matter what, so - Anyway. I’m supposed to go to that commission thing again tonight. Figured it was as good a time as any to take it out for a test drive.”
Ray blinked a couple of times, and when the words settled into his brain, he blurted out, “You’re not wearing that tonight!”
“And you think you have any say in this because why?”
“You cannot - not - wear that shirt and tie with an Armani.”
It's sorta cheating reccing this one since it was written for me, but it's SO FANTASTIC. I see by your outfit (that you are a cowboy) by snoopypez. Ray/Ray, R, 1366 words. Kowalski wears his cowboy boots. Vecchio mocks him but secretly thinks they're really hot. The ending is particularly dorky but I don't want to spoil it, so:
So Ray starts wearing the boots more often. No one really notices, until Vecchio notices. And yeah, Ray kinda hoped he would, but he also kinda didn't, so like many times before, Ray is unsure of what he wants.
The way Vecchio notices is because Ray leans back in his chair, puts his feet up on the desktop by habit before any other way can occur to him. Vecchio does a double take - an actual, for real double take like they're in some kind of comedy skit - and coughs on his coffee. He remains strangely silent, which proves to Ray that miracles can really come true.
I love Vecchio's double-takes.
Cataloging by spuffyduds. Fraser/Vecchio, R, 1650 words. Fraser realizes he's into Ray. There is NOT ENOUGH Fraser-POV Fraser/Vecchio, and this fic really delivers with how totally adorkable Fraser finds Vecchio. Also, hot.
“Five senses” is a gross oversimplification, of course. There’s also proprioception, the sense of where body parts are in relation to one another; thermoception, the sensing of heat and cold; other more esoteric ones, some confined to nonhumans.
Still, Fraser finds it useful to catalog the day’s highlights of the basic five, just before bed; it helps him to let go of the day somehow. When he first came to Chicago his dreams would replay the daily onslaught of sensation; he got no relief, no respite. He would awaken in the morning still battered by the noise of traffic, by the smell of exhaust fumes, because it had been replaying in his mind all night. He’s learned to take a few minutes to run through the list--all the strongest sights, smells, sounds of the day; to relive the tastes and touches, and then to release them, let them float off. This lets his dream world be his home again, at that time of year when he loves it best; cold and fresh and white and empty.
Tonight he’s very tired, though, keeps almost drifting off as he works through his list; all the sights of a long foot chase with Ray--the cause of the tiredness. The sound of Lt. Welsh’s voice, ringing across the sweltering squad room, suggesting that Detective Gardino might find a better fit for his myriad talents as a pin boy in a bowling alley. The tastes of breakfast porridge, lunch cheeseburger, dinner spaghetti and salad. (He smiles into the darkness as he realizes that all his tastes of today were actually food. He’ll have to mention that to Ray tomorrow. Ray will be loudly, charmingly disbelieving.)
Five Times That Fraser Made Ray Laugh by sdwolfpup. Fraser/Vecchio, PG, 1800 words. This fic has one of the hottest F/V moments I have EVER read and all it is is Fraser unsnapping the button of his jeans. Also, Ray gets really, really indignant about Peeps.
Ray's eyes lit on Peeps shaped like ghosts and he snorted in disgust. "Is nothing sacred?"
There was a long silence from Fraser, and when Ray looked over, he saw confusion clear on Fraser's face. "These," Ray explained, holding up the Peeps. "These are supposed to only be available at Easter. Now you can get them for Halloween, too! It ruins the whole point."
"The point...of Peeps?" He could see Fraser struggling to keep up.
Night Spots by hyel. Fraser/Vecchio, R, ~5000 words. Murder, mechanics, and undercover in a gay bar. There are so many surprising and touching and funny and hot little moments in this fic, and there's also lots of Vecchio yelling at his mechanic, running into people, and stressing in his very special Vecchio way.
All through the day, which remained blissfully uneventful on the whole, Fraser never once touched him. That night at dinner Ray was touched exactly seventeen times by various family members, none of which touches tingled (thank God). After dinner they watched TV, and Ray was still counting the touches between the lovers on the screen and on the sofa next to his, and the touching between his mother and sister, and trying to make out exactly what it was that made him and Fraser stand out so much.
He went to bed early, but found himself staring at the ceiling and thinking back to a particular day, say the previous day to this one, and count how many times he felt Fraser's hand on his arm, or his arm against Ray's back when he leaned over his shoulder to look at the computer screen, or his cheek against Ray's chest no wait that never happened. That most emphatically did not happen.
It could have though.
So there you have it! What are y'all's favorite dorky!Vecchio fics? You'll notice this is mostly F/V---it seems like post-Vegas Vecchio gets written as smoother and more serious than s1/2 Vecchio, which makes sense, but you know, I'd love to read (or be reminded of, because I'm SURE I've read) some nice, dorky, wisecracking-and-funny-face-making post-CotW Vecchio. So comment with your favorite dorky F/K/V and Ray/Ray stories!
And that was my week. Hope you guys enjoyed it as much as I did! Oh, BOYS. I leave you with Fraser's dorky grin: