(I Love It When You) Call Me Names, Uncross My Heart, Daytona Beach, FL
Title: (I Love It When You) Call Me Names
Author: brooklinegirl
Pairing: Ray/Ray
Rating: NC-17
Length: medium
Why I'm reccing this fic: Well, I could be slightly partial since this was my birthday fic, but there are MANY reasons to love the hell out of this fic. For me, it just KILLS me to see them settling into their life together, the fucking domesticity of it. And that they fight and fuck and have ghosts and it's just so fantastic. YAY.
Ray came over after the dishes were done, standing over Vecchio as he dried his hands with a dishtowel. "Good deal?" Vecchio asked, smiling sweetly up at him.
Vecchio's collar was unbuttoned, and Ray could just see the hint of chain holding the cross he always wore around his neck. "Good deal," Ray allowed.
"I know." Vecchio looked pleased.
"Really good food," Ray said, and leaned down, put one hand on the back of Vecchio's neck, rubbing his thumb over the soft hairs there as he kissed Vecchio's mouth, slow and soft. Vecchio slouched back further in his chair, letting Ray lick his way in. Ray knew how much good food - and winning - turned Vecchio on. Ray ran one hand down the soft sleeve of Vecchio's dress shirt.
"You want something?" Vecchio murmured, amused, against Ray's lips.
One of Vecchio's hands was resting lightly on Ray's hip, and Ray twisted his hips slightly, until Vecchio's hand was pressed against the front of his jeans.
"Oh," Vecchio said softly. "That."
(I Love It When You) Call Me Names
Title: Uncross Your Heart
Author: minervacat
Pairing: Ray/Ray
Rating: NC-17
Length: medium/long? I don't know!
Why I'm reccing this fic: Because Min totally gets these guys, and how they have all of these THINGS, these people between them. They can't be them without Fraser and Stella sort of being there too. This fic has them drunk and messy and fucked-up, and kind of perfect for each other all at the same time.
"So you need something?" Ray said. "Or did you just accidentally stumble in the door here, because I know you don't dance."
"I just heard you were back in town," Vecchio said. "And I thought I'd stop by and say hello. You know, we got something in common now."
"What, Stella's too good for both of us?" Ray said, under his breath.
"No, asshole, we both walked out on Benny," Vecchio said. Then he stopped and huffed a breath out and almost smiled at Ray, who had paused with his drink halfway to his mouth. Not that he was particularly interested in what Vecchio had to say, but the guy was always a surprise, plus Ray was trying really hard not to punch Vecchio in the face for that crack about Fraser. "And, yeah, I guess, the Stella thing, too."
"Damn right," Ray said, and he let the comment about Fraser slide past, because okay, maybe he had run out on Fraser, but at least he'd told Fraser he was going. Vecchio hadn't even done that, and when Ray had left - well, when Ray had left, he didn't want to talk about it, but Fraser deserved it.
Uncross Your Heart
Title: Daytona Beach, FL
Author: china_shop
Pairing: Ray/Ray
Rating: NC-17
Length: medium
Why I'm reccing this fic: This sort of fits with my obsession with sticking Ray and Ray in Florida together. I kind of love that. But anyway, this fic is about them figuring out how to be together, how to let the people in their lives who are important to them know about how important they are to each other. And it happens to contain my VERY favorite Ray/Ray line EVER. YAY.
I dumped cornflakes into a bowl-skittered yellow all over the counter-and splashed milk on top. The cutlery drawer crashed shut from a bump of my hip, and I stomped out onto the patio and leaned on the railing to eat. Didn’t turn around when he came up behind me and said, “Hey.”
There was nothing to say. I shrugged.
He sighed, big and dramatic, setting my teeth on edge, and went inside. Came back a few minutes later with two mugs of coffee. I took mine without a word. No point cutting off the caffeine supply, and the guy does make great coffee. I’ll give him that.
He waited till I finished it-fuck, I could feel him waiting-before he tried again. “Ray.”
My shoulders felt like blocks of wood. My voice was gravel. “What’s the matter, Vecchio. You ashamed of me?”
He moved up beside me and shook his head firmly. “No! It’s not about you, baby. You know that. I just don’t want her to know I’m-”
“Oh, right. It’s not me you’re ashamed of. It’s you.” It came out like a snarl. “You being with me.”
His mouth opened but he didn't have anything to say to that. He dropped a warm hand on my shoulder and squeezed. Most times that was enough.
Because I was sitting in a glasshouse with a big pile of rocks. I’d told Stella, sure, and my parents, finally. Hadn’t been easy, but I’d said the words. Even sent photos. But when it came down to it, I was keeping us secret, too. So mostly I just accept that he can’t tell his folks. It’s too big. Too hard to say. Mostly I can deal with that.
I don’t know why today was different. Don’t know why, but my throat was tight, and I wanted to scream or fire my gun, or hit something hard. I kicked one of the patio chairs out of my way, and got out of there before that something turned out to be Ray.
Daytona Beach, FL
Author: brooklinegirl
Pairing: Ray/Ray
Rating: NC-17
Length: medium
Why I'm reccing this fic: Well, I could be slightly partial since this was my birthday fic, but there are MANY reasons to love the hell out of this fic. For me, it just KILLS me to see them settling into their life together, the fucking domesticity of it. And that they fight and fuck and have ghosts and it's just so fantastic. YAY.
Ray came over after the dishes were done, standing over Vecchio as he dried his hands with a dishtowel. "Good deal?" Vecchio asked, smiling sweetly up at him.
Vecchio's collar was unbuttoned, and Ray could just see the hint of chain holding the cross he always wore around his neck. "Good deal," Ray allowed.
"I know." Vecchio looked pleased.
"Really good food," Ray said, and leaned down, put one hand on the back of Vecchio's neck, rubbing his thumb over the soft hairs there as he kissed Vecchio's mouth, slow and soft. Vecchio slouched back further in his chair, letting Ray lick his way in. Ray knew how much good food - and winning - turned Vecchio on. Ray ran one hand down the soft sleeve of Vecchio's dress shirt.
"You want something?" Vecchio murmured, amused, against Ray's lips.
One of Vecchio's hands was resting lightly on Ray's hip, and Ray twisted his hips slightly, until Vecchio's hand was pressed against the front of his jeans.
"Oh," Vecchio said softly. "That."
(I Love It When You) Call Me Names
Title: Uncross Your Heart
Author: minervacat
Pairing: Ray/Ray
Rating: NC-17
Length: medium/long? I don't know!
Why I'm reccing this fic: Because Min totally gets these guys, and how they have all of these THINGS, these people between them. They can't be them without Fraser and Stella sort of being there too. This fic has them drunk and messy and fucked-up, and kind of perfect for each other all at the same time.
"So you need something?" Ray said. "Or did you just accidentally stumble in the door here, because I know you don't dance."
"I just heard you were back in town," Vecchio said. "And I thought I'd stop by and say hello. You know, we got something in common now."
"What, Stella's too good for both of us?" Ray said, under his breath.
"No, asshole, we both walked out on Benny," Vecchio said. Then he stopped and huffed a breath out and almost smiled at Ray, who had paused with his drink halfway to his mouth. Not that he was particularly interested in what Vecchio had to say, but the guy was always a surprise, plus Ray was trying really hard not to punch Vecchio in the face for that crack about Fraser. "And, yeah, I guess, the Stella thing, too."
"Damn right," Ray said, and he let the comment about Fraser slide past, because okay, maybe he had run out on Fraser, but at least he'd told Fraser he was going. Vecchio hadn't even done that, and when Ray had left - well, when Ray had left, he didn't want to talk about it, but Fraser deserved it.
Uncross Your Heart
Title: Daytona Beach, FL
Author: china_shop
Pairing: Ray/Ray
Rating: NC-17
Length: medium
Why I'm reccing this fic: This sort of fits with my obsession with sticking Ray and Ray in Florida together. I kind of love that. But anyway, this fic is about them figuring out how to be together, how to let the people in their lives who are important to them know about how important they are to each other. And it happens to contain my VERY favorite Ray/Ray line EVER. YAY.
I dumped cornflakes into a bowl-skittered yellow all over the counter-and splashed milk on top. The cutlery drawer crashed shut from a bump of my hip, and I stomped out onto the patio and leaned on the railing to eat. Didn’t turn around when he came up behind me and said, “Hey.”
There was nothing to say. I shrugged.
He sighed, big and dramatic, setting my teeth on edge, and went inside. Came back a few minutes later with two mugs of coffee. I took mine without a word. No point cutting off the caffeine supply, and the guy does make great coffee. I’ll give him that.
He waited till I finished it-fuck, I could feel him waiting-before he tried again. “Ray.”
My shoulders felt like blocks of wood. My voice was gravel. “What’s the matter, Vecchio. You ashamed of me?”
He moved up beside me and shook his head firmly. “No! It’s not about you, baby. You know that. I just don’t want her to know I’m-”
“Oh, right. It’s not me you’re ashamed of. It’s you.” It came out like a snarl. “You being with me.”
His mouth opened but he didn't have anything to say to that. He dropped a warm hand on my shoulder and squeezed. Most times that was enough.
Because I was sitting in a glasshouse with a big pile of rocks. I’d told Stella, sure, and my parents, finally. Hadn’t been easy, but I’d said the words. Even sent photos. But when it came down to it, I was keeping us secret, too. So mostly I just accept that he can’t tell his folks. It’s too big. Too hard to say. Mostly I can deal with that.
I don’t know why today was different. Don’t know why, but my throat was tight, and I wanted to scream or fire my gun, or hit something hard. I kicked one of the patio chairs out of my way, and got out of there before that something turned out to be Ray.
Daytona Beach, FL