Detour, A Taste, Writing Exercises
Title: Detour
Author: lynnmonster
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: NC-17
Length: 16K
Why I'm reccing this fic: Because I have to rec at least one car-sex fic. And because this fic paints a lovely picture of Ray and Fraser's interactions. I really believe that these two guys would act like this.
My heart sinks at that a little, because it's cold enough in here already. I guess that's when I realize that as stupid as it sounds, it would be possible for the two of us to die in that dumb car. I mean, we won't, I know we won't -- this storm was unexpected but won't last very long, and there's plenty of stuff in the car. And Fraser knows every survival technique in the book and then some. But in theory we could. Possibly. Well, probably not. But I don't like being stranded like this.
I'm selfishly glad that Fraser is here with me.
Detour
Title: A Taste
Author: kassrachel
Pairing: Fraser/OMC/OMC
Rating: NC-17
Length: 1,530 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: Because it's hot, because it's kinky and because it takes place in a location that I don't think has come up in this challenge before. There's also a confused, teenage Ben who is absolutely spot on.
I should probably add that this story has a non-con warning, but it's because of dubious consent rather than outright rape.
"Cadet, you're relieved from duty. You're coming with us."
Ben hesitated. He was under orders to stand watch until four.
"I outrank you," the fellow reminded him. This was true enough, as it went, and Ben was nothing if not respectful of rank, so reluctantly he allowed his posture to fall slightly, his eyes to skim their nametags. They gestured; he followed.
A Taste
Title: Writing Exercises I, II, III, IV, V
Author: Laura J. Valentine. Personal journal: jacquez. Fic journal: laurajv
Pairing: Various
Rating: NC-17
Length: Around 1000 words each
Why I'm reccing this fic: Each writing exercise consists of 10, 100-word-ish, descriptions of oral sex. Almost none of them are in the bedroom, so a massive variety of locations are explored. Various pairings, some conventional, some not so conventional. All beautifully written and in character. And these are fairly old and fairly obscure, so they need to be recced so that people go read them. Her other stuff is worth a look too.
2. Bittersweet.
Ben loved my mouth. I remember that, when I can't think of him in uniform without pain, when I can't think of betraying him without hurting inside. I remember the way he looked when I lowered my head over his cock and took him in, his fingers twisting in the sheets because he didn't want to grab my head. I remember how he started to shake just before orgasm, fine tremors all down the insides of his thighs, and how when he pressed his shoulders into the mattress and threw his head back it meant he couldn't hold on another second.
Not another second, but there was this endlessness about him just then, like coming is the moment of immortality. I remembered him holding me in the cold, and I remember thinking he was dying on me, and the last time I saw him he was falling backwards, shot, his eyes glazed.
I'm not even sure if he survived.
When I can't think of him any other way, I remember him immortal and in ecstasy.
Writing Exercises I&II&III&IV&V
Author: lynnmonster
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: NC-17
Length: 16K
Why I'm reccing this fic: Because I have to rec at least one car-sex fic. And because this fic paints a lovely picture of Ray and Fraser's interactions. I really believe that these two guys would act like this.
My heart sinks at that a little, because it's cold enough in here already. I guess that's when I realize that as stupid as it sounds, it would be possible for the two of us to die in that dumb car. I mean, we won't, I know we won't -- this storm was unexpected but won't last very long, and there's plenty of stuff in the car. And Fraser knows every survival technique in the book and then some. But in theory we could. Possibly. Well, probably not. But I don't like being stranded like this.
I'm selfishly glad that Fraser is here with me.
Detour
Title: A Taste
Author: kassrachel
Pairing: Fraser/OMC/OMC
Rating: NC-17
Length: 1,530 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: Because it's hot, because it's kinky and because it takes place in a location that I don't think has come up in this challenge before. There's also a confused, teenage Ben who is absolutely spot on.
I should probably add that this story has a non-con warning, but it's because of dubious consent rather than outright rape.
"Cadet, you're relieved from duty. You're coming with us."
Ben hesitated. He was under orders to stand watch until four.
"I outrank you," the fellow reminded him. This was true enough, as it went, and Ben was nothing if not respectful of rank, so reluctantly he allowed his posture to fall slightly, his eyes to skim their nametags. They gestured; he followed.
A Taste
Title: Writing Exercises I, II, III, IV, V
Author: Laura J. Valentine. Personal journal: jacquez. Fic journal: laurajv
Pairing: Various
Rating: NC-17
Length: Around 1000 words each
Why I'm reccing this fic: Each writing exercise consists of 10, 100-word-ish, descriptions of oral sex. Almost none of them are in the bedroom, so a massive variety of locations are explored. Various pairings, some conventional, some not so conventional. All beautifully written and in character. And these are fairly old and fairly obscure, so they need to be recced so that people go read them. Her other stuff is worth a look too.
2. Bittersweet.
Ben loved my mouth. I remember that, when I can't think of him in uniform without pain, when I can't think of betraying him without hurting inside. I remember the way he looked when I lowered my head over his cock and took him in, his fingers twisting in the sheets because he didn't want to grab my head. I remember how he started to shake just before orgasm, fine tremors all down the insides of his thighs, and how when he pressed his shoulders into the mattress and threw his head back it meant he couldn't hold on another second.
Not another second, but there was this endlessness about him just then, like coming is the moment of immortality. I remembered him holding me in the cold, and I remember thinking he was dying on me, and the last time I saw him he was falling backwards, shot, his eyes glazed.
I'm not even sure if he survived.
When I can't think of him any other way, I remember him immortal and in ecstasy.
Writing Exercises I&II&III&IV&V