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Blowback by LaT (NC-17)
Fandom: DUE SOUTH
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Author on LJ: latxcvi
Author Website: LaT's Room
Why this must be read:
Originally printed in the Serge Protector zine, this story is a fill in the blanks for the episode Asylum, which is a personal favorite. I love how LaT builds on what we see on screen and make it fit effortlessly. It's emotional and hot. I want this kind of treatment for every episode.
Fraser was getting undressed, and, at the precise moment Ray stepped into his office, was busy pulling off his henley. A single, fluid tug up, and then over, his head, and Ray was suddenly confronted with lots and lots of bare, broad, well-muscled Mountie back. He watched, kind of spell-bound, as Fraser tossed the henley into the hamper while contemplating an assortment of long-sleeved plaid shirts hanging in the closet. He brought his hands up over his head and … stretched, the muscles in his back moving in what could only be called a ripple, and it occurred to Ray that while he should probably say something, he just wanted to watch.
Fraser’s hands came down and locked behind his neck. He leaned his head back against the cradle they created, then rolled it from side to side, working out whatever little kinks he’d gotten in his neck that day. Ray felt himself smiling. He’d never thought it was possible for anyone to stay as rigid as Fraser did all day without everything tightening up, and now, he had the proof that he was right. It was neat to see that when he was alone, Fraser let himself loosen up.
Ray forced himself to stand as still as possible. He knew Fraser would hear the slightest movement, and he was enjoying the view too much to tip his partner off that he was being watched. The Mountie was in his own world at the moment, and Ray wasn’t ready to intrude.
Only Fraser could look that sexy while wearing those incredibly silly pants, his boots and nothing else. He was still staring at his cajillion flannel shirts, apparently trying to decide which was the best one for watching curling, when one of his hands slid down from his neck and over his chest, then moved lower. As Ray watched, he rubbed it back and forth across his stomach, and let out a low, soft sigh, the movement and sound so unconsciously sensual Ray had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from whimpering.
Blowback
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Author on LJ: latxcvi
Author Website: LaT's Room
Why this must be read:
Originally printed in the Serge Protector zine, this story is a fill in the blanks for the episode Asylum, which is a personal favorite. I love how LaT builds on what we see on screen and make it fit effortlessly. It's emotional and hot. I want this kind of treatment for every episode.
Fraser was getting undressed, and, at the precise moment Ray stepped into his office, was busy pulling off his henley. A single, fluid tug up, and then over, his head, and Ray was suddenly confronted with lots and lots of bare, broad, well-muscled Mountie back. He watched, kind of spell-bound, as Fraser tossed the henley into the hamper while contemplating an assortment of long-sleeved plaid shirts hanging in the closet. He brought his hands up over his head and … stretched, the muscles in his back moving in what could only be called a ripple, and it occurred to Ray that while he should probably say something, he just wanted to watch.
Fraser’s hands came down and locked behind his neck. He leaned his head back against the cradle they created, then rolled it from side to side, working out whatever little kinks he’d gotten in his neck that day. Ray felt himself smiling. He’d never thought it was possible for anyone to stay as rigid as Fraser did all day without everything tightening up, and now, he had the proof that he was right. It was neat to see that when he was alone, Fraser let himself loosen up.
Ray forced himself to stand as still as possible. He knew Fraser would hear the slightest movement, and he was enjoying the view too much to tip his partner off that he was being watched. The Mountie was in his own world at the moment, and Ray wasn’t ready to intrude.
Only Fraser could look that sexy while wearing those incredibly silly pants, his boots and nothing else. He was still staring at his cajillion flannel shirts, apparently trying to decide which was the best one for watching curling, when one of his hands slid down from his neck and over his chest, then moved lower. As Ray watched, he rubbed it back and forth across his stomach, and let out a low, soft sigh, the movement and sound so unconsciously sensual Ray had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from whimpering.
Blowback