C6D Celebrations Challenge: "The News Just Came in &c.," "Changing Weather," and "Indelible"
Title: The News Just Came in From the Country of Keck
Author: mrs_laugh_track
Pairing: Ray/Ray
Rating: PG-13
Length: 678
Why I'm reccing this fic: Frannie's six-year-old just had a birthday party! This is cute and fluffy and Kowalski has straw in his hair, and I DARE you to read it and not smile, and at the same time it has a lot of really cool little touches, like Kowalski actually being near-sighted and the different ways the Rays interact with the Vecchio kids. Also, Vecchio is totally the sheriff.
Link to the story: The News Just Came in From the Country of Keck
As Ray reached up to pick a stray piece of straw out of Kowalski’s hair, he couldn’t help but ruffle it a little. It was a wonder more stuff didn’t get lost in there. When Kowalski hardly stirred, Ray figured he was safe to turn off whatever old western was on TV.
“Hey ‘m watching that,” Kowalski mumbled into Ray’s neck. Turned out he wasn’t so asleep after all.
“Yeah, so what just happened?”
“John Wayne shot the guy.”
“Which guy?”
“The big hat guy.”
“All of these guys have big hats. And just so you know, Detective, John Wayne isn’t in this one.”
“Then who’s the sheriff?”
“I am. Come on. Bed.”
Title: Changing Weather
Author: spuffyduds
Pairing: Ray/Ray
Rating: NC-17
Length: 1625
Why I'm reccing this fic: It's Halloween and Vecchio's family is coming over, so Kowalski has to pretend to live in the guest bedroom again. I love this fic because it's a really fresh look at Vecchio not being out to his family and what that would (and wouldn't) mean, and THEN there's tussling! This fic has EVERYTHING!
Link to the story: Changing Weather
Kowalski snorts, grins at him a little, and Ray suddenly--he just feels kind of lightheaded, kneeling here on the damn hallway carpet looking at Kowalski picking up a cowboy boot, of all the fucking stupid things, where does he think he lives anyway?
Ray pounces, and looks like Kowalski wasn't expecting that, hah--Ray's got him pinned in half a second. Pinned and squirming, like he's trying to get out from under, but he's laughing and Ray can tell he's not trying too hard.
Title: Indelible
Author: brynnmck
Pairing: Ray/Ray, references to Fraser/Janet Morse
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~5000
Why I'm reccing this fic: Possibly I have recced this before? Anyway, this starts with Vecchio getting drunk at Fraser's wedding and hitting on Kowalski, and goes from there. One of my very favorite things is Kowalski crushing on Vecchio, and man, you need a chainsaw (or at least an ax) to cut the longing in this fic. Also it is REALLY REALLY HOT.
Link to the story: Indelible
Vecchio's bedside light is on, a dog-eared paperback lying on the end-table next to it, his favorite brown leather shoes shiny and neat in their spot just inside the door. It's just a hotel room, but there's something homey and inviting about it that makes Ray's chest hurt, and when he looks over, Vecchio's eyes are huge and dark.
"Tux looks good on you, Kowalski." His voice is like the first burn of whiskey. "Should've known it'd look good on you."
"Thanks," Ray says warily. He tugs at his already-dangling bowtie, hardly knowing what he's doing. "You should-"
"Hey," Vecchio interrupts him, long fingers gripping Ray's jacket along his forearm. Ray's heart stutters and then starts racing, and Vecchio leans in, slow and heavy-eyed, and it's been a long damn night-long damn year-and a tux sure as hell looks good on Vecchio, too, and Ray's just on the edge of falling when something in him shouts not the fucking rebound guy and he moves back.
Vecchio makes a startled, almost indignant noise and barely catches himself on the doorframe.
"So," Ray mutters, his eyes trained on the scuffed metal of the scratch plate, "see you at the airport," and he somehow manages to get himself down the hall and into his own room before his body tells his brain to go fuck itself.
Then he stands there in the dark with his back against the door and the heels of his hands pressed hard into his eyes, chanting, "Bad idea bad idea bad fucking idea," over and over again until he can actually bring himself to care about that.
Author: mrs_laugh_track
Pairing: Ray/Ray
Rating: PG-13
Length: 678
Why I'm reccing this fic: Frannie's six-year-old just had a birthday party! This is cute and fluffy and Kowalski has straw in his hair, and I DARE you to read it and not smile, and at the same time it has a lot of really cool little touches, like Kowalski actually being near-sighted and the different ways the Rays interact with the Vecchio kids. Also, Vecchio is totally the sheriff.
Link to the story: The News Just Came in From the Country of Keck
As Ray reached up to pick a stray piece of straw out of Kowalski’s hair, he couldn’t help but ruffle it a little. It was a wonder more stuff didn’t get lost in there. When Kowalski hardly stirred, Ray figured he was safe to turn off whatever old western was on TV.
“Hey ‘m watching that,” Kowalski mumbled into Ray’s neck. Turned out he wasn’t so asleep after all.
“Yeah, so what just happened?”
“John Wayne shot the guy.”
“Which guy?”
“The big hat guy.”
“All of these guys have big hats. And just so you know, Detective, John Wayne isn’t in this one.”
“Then who’s the sheriff?”
“I am. Come on. Bed.”
Title: Changing Weather
Author: spuffyduds
Pairing: Ray/Ray
Rating: NC-17
Length: 1625
Why I'm reccing this fic: It's Halloween and Vecchio's family is coming over, so Kowalski has to pretend to live in the guest bedroom again. I love this fic because it's a really fresh look at Vecchio not being out to his family and what that would (and wouldn't) mean, and THEN there's tussling! This fic has EVERYTHING!
Link to the story: Changing Weather
Kowalski snorts, grins at him a little, and Ray suddenly--he just feels kind of lightheaded, kneeling here on the damn hallway carpet looking at Kowalski picking up a cowboy boot, of all the fucking stupid things, where does he think he lives anyway?
Ray pounces, and looks like Kowalski wasn't expecting that, hah--Ray's got him pinned in half a second. Pinned and squirming, like he's trying to get out from under, but he's laughing and Ray can tell he's not trying too hard.
Title: Indelible
Author: brynnmck
Pairing: Ray/Ray, references to Fraser/Janet Morse
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~5000
Why I'm reccing this fic: Possibly I have recced this before? Anyway, this starts with Vecchio getting drunk at Fraser's wedding and hitting on Kowalski, and goes from there. One of my very favorite things is Kowalski crushing on Vecchio, and man, you need a chainsaw (or at least an ax) to cut the longing in this fic. Also it is REALLY REALLY HOT.
Link to the story: Indelible
Vecchio's bedside light is on, a dog-eared paperback lying on the end-table next to it, his favorite brown leather shoes shiny and neat in their spot just inside the door. It's just a hotel room, but there's something homey and inviting about it that makes Ray's chest hurt, and when he looks over, Vecchio's eyes are huge and dark.
"Tux looks good on you, Kowalski." His voice is like the first burn of whiskey. "Should've known it'd look good on you."
"Thanks," Ray says warily. He tugs at his already-dangling bowtie, hardly knowing what he's doing. "You should-"
"Hey," Vecchio interrupts him, long fingers gripping Ray's jacket along his forearm. Ray's heart stutters and then starts racing, and Vecchio leans in, slow and heavy-eyed, and it's been a long damn night-long damn year-and a tux sure as hell looks good on Vecchio, too, and Ray's just on the edge of falling when something in him shouts not the fucking rebound guy and he moves back.
Vecchio makes a startled, almost indignant noise and barely catches himself on the doorframe.
"So," Ray mutters, his eyes trained on the scuffed metal of the scratch plate, "see you at the airport," and he somehow manages to get himself down the hall and into his own room before his body tells his brain to go fuck itself.
Then he stands there in the dark with his back against the door and the heels of his hands pressed hard into his eyes, chanting, "Bad idea bad idea bad fucking idea," over and over again until he can actually bring himself to care about that.