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Gas Food Lodging by BrooklineGirl (NC-17)
Today I'm offering a pair of Ray/Ray recs. To start:
Fandom: DUE SOUTH
Pairing: Ray Kowalski/Ray Vecchio
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
brooklinegirl
Author Website: Happy Friend Box
Why this must be read:
Ray/Ray has become one of my favorite pairings in this fandom, and a major reason for that is BrooklineGirl. I unconditionally love every Ray/Ray fic she’s ever written. (Go! Now! Read them all!)
In my experience, Ray/Ray fics come in two basic flavors. Flavor One: Snarky Porn. You know, your classic “I hate you but we’re fucking” pairing. Always a favorite of mine. (Incidentally, wouldn’t it be great if “Snarky Porn” was actually a flavor of ice cream? Think about it... Sorry. I need sleep.) Flavor Two: Angst. Not for the faint of the heart. This flavor will be covered in the next rec.
If you’ve never dabbled in Ray/Ray before, I suggest starting off with Snarky Porn before you move on to Angst. (I must apologize for the flavor metaphor. I can feel it getting away from me already.) In any case, that’s why (although she writes both types brilliantly) I’m reccing one of BrooklineGirl’s Snarky Porn Ray/Ray stories first.
The premise is simple: Ray and Ray on a road trip. I’m sure everyone’s been there at some point: trapped in a car, a very small space, with someone who’s really starting to piss you off, on the trip that won’t end. This is, of course a perfect set up for Ray/Ray. The sniping banter. The pressurized sexual tension. The roadside motel for convenient fucking-each-other’s-brains-out.
There are so many things to love about this story. The dead-on characterization. The crackling dialogue. The complete and total hotness. The appearance of Sluttybottom!RayK. Guh.
Vecchio was a blur of motion, his hands grabbing Ray's shirt and then shoving him against the wall hard enough that he lost his breath for a moment, even though he'd been expecting it. Vecchio had his weight against Ray and was glaring at him - but not that cold glare he got sometimes. No, there was some heat in that gaze and Ray grinned just a little because hey - he'd been right on target here.
"Maybe I do have a problem," Ray said consideringly, leaning his head back against the wall and letting one leg slide forward to nudge between Vecchio's thighs. Vecchio was hard. Ray didn't have a single problem.
Vecchio was good - he didn't even take a breath, just narrowed his eyes. "Shut the fuck up, Kowalski."
"You gonna make me?" Ray tilted his hips forward, raising an eyebrow.
Not a breath, even, now - and no smile either - but Ray was close enough that he could feel Vecchio's heart pounding in his chest. "Am I gonna have to?" Vecchio's voice was precisely measured.
"You might," Ray breathed against Vecchio's lips...
Seriously, even if you’re afraid of Ray/Ray give it a shot. It’s funny, hot, and will leave you with a smile on you face.
Gas Food Lodging
Fandom: DUE SOUTH
Pairing: Ray Kowalski/Ray Vecchio
Author on LJ:
brooklinegirlAuthor Website: Happy Friend Box
Why this must be read:
Ray/Ray has become one of my favorite pairings in this fandom, and a major reason for that is BrooklineGirl. I unconditionally love every Ray/Ray fic she’s ever written. (Go! Now! Read them all!)
In my experience, Ray/Ray fics come in two basic flavors. Flavor One: Snarky Porn. You know, your classic “I hate you but we’re fucking” pairing. Always a favorite of mine. (Incidentally, wouldn’t it be great if “Snarky Porn” was actually a flavor of ice cream? Think about it... Sorry. I need sleep.) Flavor Two: Angst. Not for the faint of the heart. This flavor will be covered in the next rec.
If you’ve never dabbled in Ray/Ray before, I suggest starting off with Snarky Porn before you move on to Angst. (I must apologize for the flavor metaphor. I can feel it getting away from me already.) In any case, that’s why (although she writes both types brilliantly) I’m reccing one of BrooklineGirl’s Snarky Porn Ray/Ray stories first.
The premise is simple: Ray and Ray on a road trip. I’m sure everyone’s been there at some point: trapped in a car, a very small space, with someone who’s really starting to piss you off, on the trip that won’t end. This is, of course a perfect set up for Ray/Ray. The sniping banter. The pressurized sexual tension. The roadside motel for convenient fucking-each-other’s-brains-out.
There are so many things to love about this story. The dead-on characterization. The crackling dialogue. The complete and total hotness. The appearance of Sluttybottom!RayK. Guh.
Vecchio was a blur of motion, his hands grabbing Ray's shirt and then shoving him against the wall hard enough that he lost his breath for a moment, even though he'd been expecting it. Vecchio had his weight against Ray and was glaring at him - but not that cold glare he got sometimes. No, there was some heat in that gaze and Ray grinned just a little because hey - he'd been right on target here.
"Maybe I do have a problem," Ray said consideringly, leaning his head back against the wall and letting one leg slide forward to nudge between Vecchio's thighs. Vecchio was hard. Ray didn't have a single problem.
Vecchio was good - he didn't even take a breath, just narrowed his eyes. "Shut the fuck up, Kowalski."
"You gonna make me?" Ray tilted his hips forward, raising an eyebrow.
Not a breath, even, now - and no smile either - but Ray was close enough that he could feel Vecchio's heart pounding in his chest. "Am I gonna have to?" Vecchio's voice was precisely measured.
"You might," Ray breathed against Vecchio's lips...
Seriously, even if you’re afraid of Ray/Ray give it a shot. It’s funny, hot, and will leave you with a smile on you face.
Gas Food Lodging
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Ah. Behold the power of porn. *g*
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