Deke
Title: Deke
Author: Rhi Marzano (rhiko)
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: NC-17
Length: 75K
Why I'm reccing this fic: In the light of everyone trying not to recommend Hawks and Hands (which is a very hard job, I totally agree) I feel that this fic is a little under-appreciated. It's another Hockey AU. Actually, I've read this story first, long before I found Dira's, and immediately fell in love. Hockey is very popular where I live and I watch it since childhood. So, imagine my joy when I saw this gem. Ray is a hockey player here but Ben is still a Mountie. There is quite a lot of Ray and Stella's history. Ray and Mark Smithbauer are best friends (yes, that's right). Sex is hot, angst is angsty and the writing is wonderful. Oh, and the little paper clips at the end of the story make me warm inside.
But why the hell Constable Benton Fraser was in my bedroom took a backseat to there was a fucking wolf on top of me. "Get off, get off -- what are you, deaf?"
"Actually, he is," Ben said, sounding apologetic. "And I'm afraid he's a fan."
"Does he want an autograph or something?"
"I'm sure it would make his day," he said, and that sincerity was a killer. Christ. He took hold of the wolf's muzzle and turned it to face him. "Diefenbaker, would you kindly get off Mr. Kowalski? I'm sure he appreciates the affection, but he's not feeling his best--"
The wolf whined and jumped down to the floor.
I stared. "I thought you said he was deaf."
"He reads lips," Ben said like it was completely normal, except I was willing to bet it was not.
This was two, three, maybe even five kinds of insane. "Okay, maybe this is just the crazy talking, but there aren't usually deaf, lip-reading wolves in my apartment."
"I would be very surprised if there were."
"Also," I said, wagging a finger, "not usually Mounties, either."
"Ah, but I'm not here in any official capacity." He smiled, and thank god I had a blanket covering me up. "Mark simply asked that I keep an eye on you while he was away. I brought Dief along, as he tends to get into trouble if I'm away for extended periods of time."
"Imagine that," I muttered.
He reached out and brushed my forehead with the back of his hand. "You're quite warm," he said. "I'll go fetch you an aspirin and some water."
I watched his perfect ass -- in jeans, Christ, in jeans -- all the way out of the room, and I prayed that Mark would be home soon.
Really soon.
Deke
Author: Rhi Marzano (rhiko)
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: NC-17
Length: 75K
Why I'm reccing this fic: In the light of everyone trying not to recommend Hawks and Hands (which is a very hard job, I totally agree) I feel that this fic is a little under-appreciated. It's another Hockey AU. Actually, I've read this story first, long before I found Dira's, and immediately fell in love. Hockey is very popular where I live and I watch it since childhood. So, imagine my joy when I saw this gem. Ray is a hockey player here but Ben is still a Mountie. There is quite a lot of Ray and Stella's history. Ray and Mark Smithbauer are best friends (yes, that's right). Sex is hot, angst is angsty and the writing is wonderful. Oh, and the little paper clips at the end of the story make me warm inside.
But why the hell Constable Benton Fraser was in my bedroom took a backseat to there was a fucking wolf on top of me. "Get off, get off -- what are you, deaf?"
"Actually, he is," Ben said, sounding apologetic. "And I'm afraid he's a fan."
"Does he want an autograph or something?"
"I'm sure it would make his day," he said, and that sincerity was a killer. Christ. He took hold of the wolf's muzzle and turned it to face him. "Diefenbaker, would you kindly get off Mr. Kowalski? I'm sure he appreciates the affection, but he's not feeling his best--"
The wolf whined and jumped down to the floor.
I stared. "I thought you said he was deaf."
"He reads lips," Ben said like it was completely normal, except I was willing to bet it was not.
This was two, three, maybe even five kinds of insane. "Okay, maybe this is just the crazy talking, but there aren't usually deaf, lip-reading wolves in my apartment."
"I would be very surprised if there were."
"Also," I said, wagging a finger, "not usually Mounties, either."
"Ah, but I'm not here in any official capacity." He smiled, and thank god I had a blanket covering me up. "Mark simply asked that I keep an eye on you while he was away. I brought Dief along, as he tends to get into trouble if I'm away for extended periods of time."
"Imagine that," I muttered.
He reached out and brushed my forehead with the back of his hand. "You're quite warm," he said. "I'll go fetch you an aspirin and some water."
I watched his perfect ass -- in jeans, Christ, in jeans -- all the way out of the room, and I prayed that Mark would be home soon.
Really soon.
Deke