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crack_van2007-03-14 05:31 pm
aingeal8c.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2007-03-14 05:31 pm
Can I Help You Get Out Of That? by Bernice (NC-17)
Fandom: due South
Pairing: Fraser/Vecchio
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
iibnf
Author Website: iiBNF Press
Why this must be read: This is essentially a PWP wherein there's a microchip somewhere on Ray and Fraser has to find it. And of course each of them approaches the situation of Ray naked and ready to be searched with longing nad slight frustrayion in equal measure until eventually Fraser makes his move as he follows the clues. There's a lovely payoff at the end when they find out just where the miicrochip was placed.
It wouldn't have been so bad, Fraser thought, if he hadn't been lusting after Ray for so long. He was never quite sure why, but something about the way Ray moved, the way he filled his clothes, his fluid grace, easy style and warm smile had always left Fraser confused, wanting, sometimes aching with the need to hold his friend. And Ray's joie de vie, his generosity, unquestioning friendship, loyalty had left Fraser desperately in love. And now he was going to betray that friendship. No, he pulled himself together as the fabric of Ray's trousers whispered their removal; he was protecting Ray from a stranger's touch, cling to that thought and you'll stay sane, Fraser, he told himself. Tugging the gloves so they would fit over the red serge of his uniform sleeves, he took a deep breath and turned around.
Oh, bad timing. Benton... His latex gloves snapped loudly in the silent room as he turned to catch the sight of Ray removing his underwear, back to Fraser. Very bad timing. Fraser bit his lip, watching Ray straighten, feeling himself fill out and heat up, and moved until the waist high table was between them. He watched the muscles in Ray's elegant back move as Ray folded his clothes neatly, placing them on the counter.
Ray turned around; his hands fluttered for a moment as if he felt he should cover himself, but then rested at his side. Pointless, Ray thought, he’s going to see everything anyway, no reason to try and protect any modesty now.
Not making eye contact, Ray came around the table to stand by Fraser. "Okay, so how do you want me?"
Oh, every way, my love, Fraser thought, and had to clear his throat nervously before he could answer.
Can I Help You Get Out Of That?
Pairing: Fraser/Vecchio
Author on LJ:
iibnfAuthor Website: iiBNF Press
Why this must be read: This is essentially a PWP wherein there's a microchip somewhere on Ray and Fraser has to find it. And of course each of them approaches the situation of Ray naked and ready to be searched with longing nad slight frustrayion in equal measure until eventually Fraser makes his move as he follows the clues. There's a lovely payoff at the end when they find out just where the miicrochip was placed.
It wouldn't have been so bad, Fraser thought, if he hadn't been lusting after Ray for so long. He was never quite sure why, but something about the way Ray moved, the way he filled his clothes, his fluid grace, easy style and warm smile had always left Fraser confused, wanting, sometimes aching with the need to hold his friend. And Ray's joie de vie, his generosity, unquestioning friendship, loyalty had left Fraser desperately in love. And now he was going to betray that friendship. No, he pulled himself together as the fabric of Ray's trousers whispered their removal; he was protecting Ray from a stranger's touch, cling to that thought and you'll stay sane, Fraser, he told himself. Tugging the gloves so they would fit over the red serge of his uniform sleeves, he took a deep breath and turned around.
Oh, bad timing. Benton... His latex gloves snapped loudly in the silent room as he turned to catch the sight of Ray removing his underwear, back to Fraser. Very bad timing. Fraser bit his lip, watching Ray straighten, feeling himself fill out and heat up, and moved until the waist high table was between them. He watched the muscles in Ray's elegant back move as Ray folded his clothes neatly, placing them on the counter.
Ray turned around; his hands fluttered for a moment as if he felt he should cover himself, but then rested at his side. Pointless, Ray thought, he’s going to see everything anyway, no reason to try and protect any modesty now.
Not making eye contact, Ray came around the table to stand by Fraser. "Okay, so how do you want me?"
Oh, every way, my love, Fraser thought, and had to clear his throat nervously before he could answer.
Can I Help You Get Out Of That?