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Playing Wolf by Kellie Matthews (NC-17)
Fandom: due South
Pairing: Fraser/RayK
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kelliem
Author Website: Home Page for Kellie Matthews
Why this must be read: Kellie Matthews has been repeatedly rec'd here before, but I think this one should be pointed out. It's one of her last due South stories and it's wonderful. It's a post-CotW, established relationship story where Fraser and Ray live in Chicago together and are happy. Then a young Constable named Michael from Inuvik comes to Chicago for a conference and befriends Fraser. Ray thinks it's for nefarious sexing purposes, but when he finds out why, he's even more surprised.
This story is very long, very detailed and spans months. It's a great Fraser/RayK story as well as a great story about Fraser's past and what could have been.
He pulled his keys from the ignition and got out of the car, noticing as he went to close the garage door that not only was the porch light on, but there were lights on inside the house as well. He grinned. Fraser had waited up. Usually he didn't, since there was no way of knowing when Ray would get home, and Fraser was an early-to-bed-early-to-rise type under normal circumstances. Except that it was Friday night and they didn't have to work in the morning. Which meant they could stay up half the night, and then sleep in. And then stay in bed all day.
The fatigue that had been dragging at him lifted, and anticipation hurried his pulse and his steps. Pushing the door open, Ray stepped into the house and heard voices.
"Does Henry Clyde still have that stuffed seal with the caribou antler sewn onto it that he tries to convince visiting scientists is a new species of narwhal?" Fraser was asking, his voice holding that husky sound it got when he'd been laughing a lot. Or was . . . turned on.
A snort of laughter answered the question. "Of course. Hasn't worked on any of the scientists but he's gotten quite a few tourists going over the years. Just last summer some guy offered him forty thousand, American, for it."
Fraser laughed too. Ray slipped his keys into his pocket, closed the door quietly behind himself and took off his jacket, hanging it on one of the hooks by the door. Took a breath and shook himself a little, trying to get into 'company' mode, and walked around the corner into the living room.
"Heya," he said casually.
Fraser and Michael looked up, both still smiling. They were both on the couch, and they were sitting pretty close. Dief was there too, sleeping with his chin on Michael's thigh, making it a cozy little trio. He normally did that with Ray. Drooled on his pants usually. He glanced at Michael's jeans, trying to see if there was a spot there, but they were black and he couldn't tell. But he could tell that Michael's black-jeaned thigh was right up against Fraser's blue-jeaned one. He resisted the urge to curl his fingers into fists.
Playing Wolf
Pairing: Fraser/RayK
Author on LJ:
kelliemAuthor Website: Home Page for Kellie Matthews
Why this must be read: Kellie Matthews has been repeatedly rec'd here before, but I think this one should be pointed out. It's one of her last due South stories and it's wonderful. It's a post-CotW, established relationship story where Fraser and Ray live in Chicago together and are happy. Then a young Constable named Michael from Inuvik comes to Chicago for a conference and befriends Fraser. Ray thinks it's for nefarious sexing purposes, but when he finds out why, he's even more surprised.
This story is very long, very detailed and spans months. It's a great Fraser/RayK story as well as a great story about Fraser's past and what could have been.
He pulled his keys from the ignition and got out of the car, noticing as he went to close the garage door that not only was the porch light on, but there were lights on inside the house as well. He grinned. Fraser had waited up. Usually he didn't, since there was no way of knowing when Ray would get home, and Fraser was an early-to-bed-early-to-rise type under normal circumstances. Except that it was Friday night and they didn't have to work in the morning. Which meant they could stay up half the night, and then sleep in. And then stay in bed all day.
The fatigue that had been dragging at him lifted, and anticipation hurried his pulse and his steps. Pushing the door open, Ray stepped into the house and heard voices.
"Does Henry Clyde still have that stuffed seal with the caribou antler sewn onto it that he tries to convince visiting scientists is a new species of narwhal?" Fraser was asking, his voice holding that husky sound it got when he'd been laughing a lot. Or was . . . turned on.
A snort of laughter answered the question. "Of course. Hasn't worked on any of the scientists but he's gotten quite a few tourists going over the years. Just last summer some guy offered him forty thousand, American, for it."
Fraser laughed too. Ray slipped his keys into his pocket, closed the door quietly behind himself and took off his jacket, hanging it on one of the hooks by the door. Took a breath and shook himself a little, trying to get into 'company' mode, and walked around the corner into the living room.
"Heya," he said casually.
Fraser and Michael looked up, both still smiling. They were both on the couch, and they were sitting pretty close. Dief was there too, sleeping with his chin on Michael's thigh, making it a cozy little trio. He normally did that with Ray. Drooled on his pants usually. He glanced at Michael's jeans, trying to see if there was a spot there, but they were black and he couldn't tell. But he could tell that Michael's black-jeaned thigh was right up against Fraser's blue-jeaned one. He resisted the urge to curl his fingers into fists.
Playing Wolf