DS - More Fireman!Ray
With regards to last night's The O.C. - Yeah, my show is missing, if anybody sees it, could you give me a bell? I do heart Ryan though, I must say, but why why why Dude, if you're going to dress Summer up like a Playboy Bunny, why not give her a tail too?
Also, Zach is the must trusting, *dense* boyfriend ever... It's cos he's gay and wants Seth's scrawny arse for himself. Obviously.
Summer = still hot.
Rebecca's face is seriously puffy -- like the face of an actress fresh out of detox and loaded on prescription drugs. Oh, Kim Delaney.
Sandy - you are fucking FIRED! Josh, how could you mess up the one good thing we have, and while we're on the subject of your fired ass, how is Caleb The Bastard, Mark II, gonna be in the hospital without Julie at least coming by?
Gah!
I wrote more Fireman!Ray ! Snippet I & Snippet II
Dedicated to tarar for an icon I like to call 'Ray Kowalski, Super Pimp.'
Fraser knows how it looks -- but it's not what it seems.
He knows that if he were to walk in on himself standing over Ray's clothing hamper and holding Ray's dirty, smelly, soot-encrusted tee shirt up to his nose, he might think something less than appropriate was taking place.
Fraser knows that someone else, someone like a very suspicious half-deaf, half-wolf might suspect him of entertaining less than pure thoughts while rooting around in Ray's dirty clothing, but that's not what's happening at all.
"It is not whatever you're thinking it is," he says when Dief woofs at him in disgust. "I am not looking through Ray's dirty clothing."
Dief woofs twice and looses something that sounds remarkable like a snort.
"I'll thank you not to take the tone with me," Fraser says, standing up straight, and letting his hands fall by his sides without relinquishing Ray's shirt. "I was looking for my Sam Browne and --"
Dief barks.
"Well, how can you expect me to explain if you keep interrupting," Fraser snaps. "As I was saying, I, ah, misplaced my Sam Browne yesterday evening and I was simply looking to see if it had fallen in Ray's clothing hamper."
Dief sits on his haunches and paws at Fraser with his right paw.
"I am not telling tall tales," Fraser protests when Dief snorts again. "And I'll thank you to get your mind out the sewer."
This time Dief retaliates with two yips and a woof, and Fraser can feel himself getting hot under the collar of his flannel shirt. "Diefenbaker," he says, unable to keep the appalled note out of his voice. "I can't believe you would even suggest such a thing -- I am not a shirt-lifter thank you very much -- I had every intention of putting Ray's shirt back in the hamper when I was done looking."
Dief does something suspiciously like rolling his eyes before getting up and trotting out the room. "Don't walk away from me when I'm talking to you," Fraser says, crossing the room after Dief, only to run directly into Ray coming in from the bathroom.
"Goin' somewhere?" Ray asks, his blonde hair sticking up at odd fluffy angles after his shower. Fraser swallows under Ray's appraising stare, while attempting to hide the shirt in his hand behind his back.
"Ah, no, no I wasn't going anywhere," he says as Ray grins and licks his lips, displaying incredibly sharp canines. His teeth actually remind Fraser of Dief's when he was a pup -- but this is hardly the time or the place for such thoughts...
"Good, cause I was thinkin' that maybe we could spend the day together, you know, get some breakfast at Sal's, maybe go to a movie or something Canadian -- I dunno what you guys do for fun, but, uh, there's a hockey rink downtown or something."
Fraser opens his mouth to respond, but is distracted when Ray lets go of his towel to scratch the back of his neck, and his towel falls off.
Fraser's known people without modesty -- but he's never stood in the doorway with one before, and ---
"Ben. Ben. Ben."
It takes almost a supernatural amount of strength to lift his eyes from where they've been roving over Ray's expanses of naked skin. Just last night he was touching them and licking them and doing other things -- he can feel the heat in his cheeks. "I'm sorry, Ray, you were saying?"
Ray's laugh only adds to the embarrassment that Fraser can't help feeling. "You okay there?" Ray says, bobbing and weaving to catch Fraser's eyes. "You want me to put on some clothes or somethin'? I didn't think you minded so much last night."
It's become uncommonly warm in Ray's apartment -- Fraser can feel the sweat beading on his brow. What he needs is a handkerchief or not to mop his brow with Ray's dirty undershirt.
Judging by the amused look on Ray's face it's a bit late for that.
"I can explain," Fraser says, immediately dropping the shirt on the floor. "I mean I can explain why I was holding your shirt," he says crouching down to pick up Ray's shirt and coming eye to eye with Ray's groin -- which really confuses his brain as to what other reason he could have to be on his knees.
"Ben...Ben...Ben...Benton Fraser."
Fraser's head snaps up, but his eyes take much longer to reach Ray's face, since they seem terribly interested in the interest that Ray's penis is showing in Fraser's new position. "Yes, Ray?"
Fraser blinks when Ray crouches down, biting his lower lip. "Were you lifting my shirt, Ben?"
"No! No, of course not," Fraser says, rubbing his eyebrow. "I was looking for my Sam Browne and couldn't find it and thought it might have, ah, fallen in the clothing hamper and then --"
Fraser's still talking when Ray puts his hand over his mouth. "Ben, you didn't wear your uniform last night," Ray says. "If you've got some kink about wearing my clothes, I can go with it, but, uh, don't you think you might wanna take yours off first?"
There are a great many ways Fraser thinks he could respond to a question of this sort -- he could protest his innocence, or begin removing his clothes, or he could just lick Ray's hand, which tastes of soap and toothpaste and aftershave.
Ray makes an indescribable noise, right before pushing Fraser until he loses his balance and falls over. Fraser is still trying to get his bearings when Ray crawls over him, blue eyes bright and smirk firmly in place.
"So, you're into licking and wearing my clothes," Ray says, sitting up on Fraser's hips and unfastening the collar of Fraser's plaid shirt. "That's good to know -- anything else?"
"You," Fraser says. "I'm into you."
Ray's grin is so blinding that it almost hurts Fraser's eyes. "That's -- that's good. Greatness, Ben, that's real greatness."
-end-
Beta by serialkarma -- crack smoking by me!
Also, Zach is the must trusting, *dense* boyfriend ever... It's cos he's gay and wants Seth's scrawny arse for himself. Obviously.
Summer = still hot.
Rebecca's face is seriously puffy -- like the face of an actress fresh out of detox and loaded on prescription drugs. Oh, Kim Delaney.
Sandy - you are fucking FIRED! Josh, how could you mess up the one good thing we have, and while we're on the subject of your fired ass, how is Caleb The Bastard, Mark II, gonna be in the hospital without Julie at least coming by?
Gah!
I wrote more Fireman!Ray ! Snippet I & Snippet II
Dedicated to tarar for an icon I like to call 'Ray Kowalski, Super Pimp.'
Fraser knows how it looks -- but it's not what it seems.
He knows that if he were to walk in on himself standing over Ray's clothing hamper and holding Ray's dirty, smelly, soot-encrusted tee shirt up to his nose, he might think something less than appropriate was taking place.
Fraser knows that someone else, someone like a very suspicious half-deaf, half-wolf might suspect him of entertaining less than pure thoughts while rooting around in Ray's dirty clothing, but that's not what's happening at all.
"It is not whatever you're thinking it is," he says when Dief woofs at him in disgust. "I am not looking through Ray's dirty clothing."
Dief woofs twice and looses something that sounds remarkable like a snort.
"I'll thank you not to take the tone with me," Fraser says, standing up straight, and letting his hands fall by his sides without relinquishing Ray's shirt. "I was looking for my Sam Browne and --"
Dief barks.
"Well, how can you expect me to explain if you keep interrupting," Fraser snaps. "As I was saying, I, ah, misplaced my Sam Browne yesterday evening and I was simply looking to see if it had fallen in Ray's clothing hamper."
Dief sits on his haunches and paws at Fraser with his right paw.
"I am not telling tall tales," Fraser protests when Dief snorts again. "And I'll thank you to get your mind out the sewer."
This time Dief retaliates with two yips and a woof, and Fraser can feel himself getting hot under the collar of his flannel shirt. "Diefenbaker," he says, unable to keep the appalled note out of his voice. "I can't believe you would even suggest such a thing -- I am not a shirt-lifter thank you very much -- I had every intention of putting Ray's shirt back in the hamper when I was done looking."
Dief does something suspiciously like rolling his eyes before getting up and trotting out the room. "Don't walk away from me when I'm talking to you," Fraser says, crossing the room after Dief, only to run directly into Ray coming in from the bathroom.
"Goin' somewhere?" Ray asks, his blonde hair sticking up at odd fluffy angles after his shower. Fraser swallows under Ray's appraising stare, while attempting to hide the shirt in his hand behind his back.
"Ah, no, no I wasn't going anywhere," he says as Ray grins and licks his lips, displaying incredibly sharp canines. His teeth actually remind Fraser of Dief's when he was a pup -- but this is hardly the time or the place for such thoughts...
"Good, cause I was thinkin' that maybe we could spend the day together, you know, get some breakfast at Sal's, maybe go to a movie or something Canadian -- I dunno what you guys do for fun, but, uh, there's a hockey rink downtown or something."
Fraser opens his mouth to respond, but is distracted when Ray lets go of his towel to scratch the back of his neck, and his towel falls off.
Fraser's known people without modesty -- but he's never stood in the doorway with one before, and ---
"Ben. Ben. Ben."
It takes almost a supernatural amount of strength to lift his eyes from where they've been roving over Ray's expanses of naked skin. Just last night he was touching them and licking them and doing other things -- he can feel the heat in his cheeks. "I'm sorry, Ray, you were saying?"
Ray's laugh only adds to the embarrassment that Fraser can't help feeling. "You okay there?" Ray says, bobbing and weaving to catch Fraser's eyes. "You want me to put on some clothes or somethin'? I didn't think you minded so much last night."
It's become uncommonly warm in Ray's apartment -- Fraser can feel the sweat beading on his brow. What he needs is a handkerchief or not to mop his brow with Ray's dirty undershirt.
Judging by the amused look on Ray's face it's a bit late for that.
"I can explain," Fraser says, immediately dropping the shirt on the floor. "I mean I can explain why I was holding your shirt," he says crouching down to pick up Ray's shirt and coming eye to eye with Ray's groin -- which really confuses his brain as to what other reason he could have to be on his knees.
"Ben...Ben...Ben...Benton Fraser."
Fraser's head snaps up, but his eyes take much longer to reach Ray's face, since they seem terribly interested in the interest that Ray's penis is showing in Fraser's new position. "Yes, Ray?"
Fraser blinks when Ray crouches down, biting his lower lip. "Were you lifting my shirt, Ben?"
"No! No, of course not," Fraser says, rubbing his eyebrow. "I was looking for my Sam Browne and couldn't find it and thought it might have, ah, fallen in the clothing hamper and then --"
Fraser's still talking when Ray puts his hand over his mouth. "Ben, you didn't wear your uniform last night," Ray says. "If you've got some kink about wearing my clothes, I can go with it, but, uh, don't you think you might wanna take yours off first?"
There are a great many ways Fraser thinks he could respond to a question of this sort -- he could protest his innocence, or begin removing his clothes, or he could just lick Ray's hand, which tastes of soap and toothpaste and aftershave.
Ray makes an indescribable noise, right before pushing Fraser until he loses his balance and falls over. Fraser is still trying to get his bearings when Ray crawls over him, blue eyes bright and smirk firmly in place.
"So, you're into licking and wearing my clothes," Ray says, sitting up on Fraser's hips and unfastening the collar of Fraser's plaid shirt. "That's good to know -- anything else?"
"You," Fraser says. "I'm into you."
Ray's grin is so blinding that it almost hurts Fraser's eyes. "That's -- that's good. Greatness, Ben, that's real greatness."
-end-
Beta by serialkarma -- crack smoking by me!