It's All in the Wrist, Favorite Things, Comfort Zone
Title: It's All in the Wrist
Author: Aristide
Pairing F/K
Rating: NC-17
Length 4500 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: Ray gets tied up by a girl. There's a mean cat. Fraser is amused, Ray is mad, and Fraser ends up tied to chair. Sex ensues. This hits a whole list of my favorite kinks (bondage, sex in The Uniform, angry!Ray) and does it while being funny, hot, and nicely characterized. Sure, everybody's probably already read it, but don't you think you should read it again?
Fraser sighed. "Are you enjoying yourself, Ray?"
Ray smiled. "See? You *are* kinky. Told'ja."
Heat, prickling him all over, exquisitely uncomfortable. "I am not."
Ray took a step closer, his smile subtler now. "No? Well then how come your face is bright red?"
Fraser sat up as straight as his bound wrists would allow. "Perhaps I'm simply making myself sweat so that I can free myself from this... indignity."
"Indignity..." Ray repeated the word as if he were tasting it. "D'you feel undignified, Fraser?"
"I feel..." 'Hot' was the word that came to him first, but that would do little to serve him in these circumstances. "Ridiculous."
"You don't look ridiculous." Ray took another step toward him, close enough now that Fraser had to stretch his neck back to meet his eyes. "You look... hot."
It's All in the Wrist
Title: Favorite Things
Author: Viridian5
Pairing F/K
Rating: NC-17
Length 3200 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: Ray's high on cold medicine, Fraser's asleep. Things happen involving string. Seriously hot, and not just because Ray's running a fever, but still sweet in a weird way. And the image of Ray licking a popsicle gave me a kink I hadn't considered before.
Ray rubbed his head against Ben’s bare neck and crooned to himself. With his fever heat, it felt like being branded. With the state Ben was in, being branded felt damned good. The kisses that followed should have seared the imprint of Ray’s lips into Ben’s skin.
Ben purred under the assault even as he instinctively struggled against his bonds in his need to grab Ray and accelerate matters with more contact. Burning kisses and Ray’s attempts at cat’s cradle had made him greedy. Alas, the string continued to hold. He had been quite expertly trussed up.
Perhaps Diefenbaker really had suggested the knots.
Favorite Things, at the due South Fiction Archive
The Green Room, Viridian5's archive.
Title: Comfort Zone
Author: lalejandra
Pairing F/K
Rating: NC-17
Length 17,000 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: Yes, fine, I'm a one-note tune, here. Bondage, RayK and Fraser exploring their boundaries, handcuff sex on the first date. Well, second. Let's call it one and a half. Whatever, it's scorchingly well done.
I love Ray's efforts to help Fraser, Mistress Alisa is a fantastic OC, and the only thing missing is Ray wearing eyeliner.
Do I even want that? I have to work hard enough during the day to keep up with Fraser, to get my voice heard, to get Fraser to pay attention to my instincts, to teach him that logic does not always make the most sense. So I'm Fraser's assboy and work and then we go home and Fraser fucks me up the ass for real?
That would be too much, that would be overwhelming, that would not be cool with me -- I don't care what my dick thinks. My dick thinks it's a great idea.
"I'm not joking," he says coolly.
"You'd just back down anyway. Fuck you," I say again, and this time I actually turn away from Fraser, and the guy with the sleeves is staring at me through the doorway, past all the other people, and I think wildly, I'm gonna do this.
But then Fraser's hands are on me, and I'm whirling around, and then I'm against the wall, face first, and Fraser is all pressed up against my back. I'm fucking overheating here, and Fraser is fucking hard, has got his cock pressed into my ass, and this is like all the perverted fantasies that I been having for days now. Plus his hands are on my wrists, holding me to the wall, and his mouth is right by my ear. My hips jerk, pushing my dick into the wall, and I am gonna die.
And then Fraser growls at me, says, "I will. That's the plan," and that is it, stick me in a box marked "Comes In Public When Spoken To".
Comfort Zone
Author: Aristide
Pairing F/K
Rating: NC-17
Length 4500 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: Ray gets tied up by a girl. There's a mean cat. Fraser is amused, Ray is mad, and Fraser ends up tied to chair. Sex ensues. This hits a whole list of my favorite kinks (bondage, sex in The Uniform, angry!Ray) and does it while being funny, hot, and nicely characterized. Sure, everybody's probably already read it, but don't you think you should read it again?
Fraser sighed. "Are you enjoying yourself, Ray?"
Ray smiled. "See? You *are* kinky. Told'ja."
Heat, prickling him all over, exquisitely uncomfortable. "I am not."
Ray took a step closer, his smile subtler now. "No? Well then how come your face is bright red?"
Fraser sat up as straight as his bound wrists would allow. "Perhaps I'm simply making myself sweat so that I can free myself from this... indignity."
"Indignity..." Ray repeated the word as if he were tasting it. "D'you feel undignified, Fraser?"
"I feel..." 'Hot' was the word that came to him first, but that would do little to serve him in these circumstances. "Ridiculous."
"You don't look ridiculous." Ray took another step toward him, close enough now that Fraser had to stretch his neck back to meet his eyes. "You look... hot."
It's All in the Wrist
Title: Favorite Things
Author: Viridian5
Pairing F/K
Rating: NC-17
Length 3200 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: Ray's high on cold medicine, Fraser's asleep. Things happen involving string. Seriously hot, and not just because Ray's running a fever, but still sweet in a weird way. And the image of Ray licking a popsicle gave me a kink I hadn't considered before.
Ray rubbed his head against Ben’s bare neck and crooned to himself. With his fever heat, it felt like being branded. With the state Ben was in, being branded felt damned good. The kisses that followed should have seared the imprint of Ray’s lips into Ben’s skin.
Ben purred under the assault even as he instinctively struggled against his bonds in his need to grab Ray and accelerate matters with more contact. Burning kisses and Ray’s attempts at cat’s cradle had made him greedy. Alas, the string continued to hold. He had been quite expertly trussed up.
Perhaps Diefenbaker really had suggested the knots.
Favorite Things, at the due South Fiction Archive
The Green Room, Viridian5's archive.
Title: Comfort Zone
Author: lalejandra
Pairing F/K
Rating: NC-17
Length 17,000 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: Yes, fine, I'm a one-note tune, here. Bondage, RayK and Fraser exploring their boundaries, handcuff sex on the first date. Well, second. Let's call it one and a half. Whatever, it's scorchingly well done.
I love Ray's efforts to help Fraser, Mistress Alisa is a fantastic OC, and the only thing missing is Ray wearing eyeliner.
Do I even want that? I have to work hard enough during the day to keep up with Fraser, to get my voice heard, to get Fraser to pay attention to my instincts, to teach him that logic does not always make the most sense. So I'm Fraser's assboy and work and then we go home and Fraser fucks me up the ass for real?
That would be too much, that would be overwhelming, that would not be cool with me -- I don't care what my dick thinks. My dick thinks it's a great idea.
"I'm not joking," he says coolly.
"You'd just back down anyway. Fuck you," I say again, and this time I actually turn away from Fraser, and the guy with the sleeves is staring at me through the doorway, past all the other people, and I think wildly, I'm gonna do this.
But then Fraser's hands are on me, and I'm whirling around, and then I'm against the wall, face first, and Fraser is all pressed up against my back. I'm fucking overheating here, and Fraser is fucking hard, has got his cock pressed into my ass, and this is like all the perverted fantasies that I been having for days now. Plus his hands are on my wrists, holding me to the wall, and his mouth is right by my ear. My hips jerk, pushing my dick into the wall, and I am gonna die.
And then Fraser growls at me, says, "I will. That's the plan," and that is it, stick me in a box marked "Comes In Public When Spoken To".
Comfort Zone