Passion
Title: Passion
Author: Speranza
Pairing Fraser/OMC, Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: NC-17
Length: long
Why I'm reccing this fic: It's almost a cliche to recommend cesperanza, I suppose, but I can't resist: this story is possibly my favorite due South story of all time. No, really. It's Fraser, and who he was, and how he became who he is, and what he wants and loves and needs and thinks. It goes all the way from when he's thirteen to his late 30's with Ray Kowalski; there's angst and woobieness and joy and, seriously, it makes my chest ache with love every single time. I can't think of another story that more fully shows just how much I adore this character.
Ray's grin widened and softened at the same time. "Lay back and I'll do you, okay?"
"You don't have to." Ben's eyes dropped quickly to Ray's bandage, which still looked clean: a good sign. "I can--"
"You can take care of yourself," Ray said softly, knowingly. "Yeah. Yeah, I know."
"No. Yes. That's--not what I mean," Ben managed; Ray was now stroking his erection gently. "I just don't want you exerting yourself. Not yet."
Ray tightened his hand around the base of Ben's cock and smiled. "I'm not gonna swing from the chandelier or nothing," he promised. "Not yet," and then he bent down and brought his mouth to Ben's cock, giving the head a long, slow lick with the flat of his tongue. Ben gasped, partly in surprise and partly in awed pleasure. He'd never...and even as the thought formed in his mind, Ben found himself grinning at it, mocking himself for it. That made it sound as if he'd actually had lovers, which of course he hadn't. Not really. Sean had been twelve, and Charlie had been engaged, and Victoria...well, you couldn't call Victoria a lover. Victoria Metcalf had never loved anyone.
So he'd never. No one had ever. But now Ray was--simply, easily, like it was the most normal thing in the world.
Passion
Author: Speranza
Pairing Fraser/OMC, Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: NC-17
Length: long
Why I'm reccing this fic: It's almost a cliche to recommend cesperanza, I suppose, but I can't resist: this story is possibly my favorite due South story of all time. No, really. It's Fraser, and who he was, and how he became who he is, and what he wants and loves and needs and thinks. It goes all the way from when he's thirteen to his late 30's with Ray Kowalski; there's angst and woobieness and joy and, seriously, it makes my chest ache with love every single time. I can't think of another story that more fully shows just how much I adore this character.
Ray's grin widened and softened at the same time. "Lay back and I'll do you, okay?"
"You don't have to." Ben's eyes dropped quickly to Ray's bandage, which still looked clean: a good sign. "I can--"
"You can take care of yourself," Ray said softly, knowingly. "Yeah. Yeah, I know."
"No. Yes. That's--not what I mean," Ben managed; Ray was now stroking his erection gently. "I just don't want you exerting yourself. Not yet."
Ray tightened his hand around the base of Ben's cock and smiled. "I'm not gonna swing from the chandelier or nothing," he promised. "Not yet," and then he bent down and brought his mouth to Ben's cock, giving the head a long, slow lick with the flat of his tongue. Ben gasped, partly in surprise and partly in awed pleasure. He'd never...and even as the thought formed in his mind, Ben found himself grinning at it, mocking himself for it. That made it sound as if he'd actually had lovers, which of course he hadn't. Not really. Sean had been twelve, and Charlie had been engaged, and Victoria...well, you couldn't call Victoria a lover. Victoria Metcalf had never loved anyone.
So he'd never. No one had ever. But now Ray was--simply, easily, like it was the most normal thing in the world.
Passion