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Touch
Title:Touch
Author:brooklinegirl
Pairing:Kowalski/Fraser
Rating:NC-17
Length:17k
Why I'm reccing this fic:The reason? Um, let's see. It just doesn't get any hotter than this, without there being more than one dick in the picture.
Man. How long had it been, exactly, since he'd gotten laid? Long enough that he had to think about it, and that was too damn long. He'd been half-hard in his jeans the whole way home in the car. It wasn't that he couldn't stop thinking about jerking off - he just couldn’t stop thinking about Fraser jerking off. How he did it. Where he did it. What he looked like.
TOUCH
Title:Necessity
Author:brooklinegirl
Pairing:Fraser/Kowalski
Rating:Nc-17
Length:9k
Why I'm reccing this fic:This is Fraser, taking care of business with a minimum of fuss and muss, unless you count the, well, you'll see what I mean. The great twist in this is that he doesn't even think consciously about Ray but we all know that he is.
He yanked the suspenders off his shoulders and undid his jodhpurs with shaking fingers. Shoving his pants and boxers down his thighs, he finally, finally took his aching erection in hand and turned his back to the room. He leaned his arm against the door, leaned his forehead against his arm. God. God. He needed - he needed -
Necessity
Author:brooklinegirl
Pairing:Kowalski/Fraser
Rating:NC-17
Length:17k
Why I'm reccing this fic:The reason? Um, let's see. It just doesn't get any hotter than this, without there being more than one dick in the picture.
Man. How long had it been, exactly, since he'd gotten laid? Long enough that he had to think about it, and that was too damn long. He'd been half-hard in his jeans the whole way home in the car. It wasn't that he couldn't stop thinking about jerking off - he just couldn’t stop thinking about Fraser jerking off. How he did it. Where he did it. What he looked like.
TOUCH
Title:Necessity
Author:brooklinegirl
Pairing:Fraser/Kowalski
Rating:Nc-17
Length:9k
Why I'm reccing this fic:This is Fraser, taking care of business with a minimum of fuss and muss, unless you count the, well, you'll see what I mean. The great twist in this is that he doesn't even think consciously about Ray but we all know that he is.
He yanked the suspenders off his shoulders and undid his jodhpurs with shaking fingers. Shoving his pants and boxers down his thighs, he finally, finally took his aching erection in hand and turned his back to the room. He leaned his arm against the door, leaned his forehead against his arm. God. God. He needed - he needed -
Necessity