Mr. Godkingofsex by Slidellra (NC-17)

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Fandom: DUE SOUTH
Pairing: Benton Fraser/ Ray Kowalski
Length: About 2,600 words
Author on LJ:  slidellra 
Author Website: Link to slidellra's fic
Why this must be read:

Because it is a scorching fic where we find Rayk and Fraser a few years after CoTW pushing each other's boundaries.

Written for the getfraserlaid  comm with the prompt of fisting, well, it's a story that really delivers.slidellra knows her porn and she takes what could have been a totally OOC idea (RayK fisting Fraser) and takes it to a completely delicious and lusty and touching level.

This is the boys being stubborn (Fraser) and competitive (RayK), but full of love. And while the fic itself is mind-melting good ('cause it IS great porn), slidellra 's clever turn of words brings forth issues of trust and love mixed in with all the hotness.




"Okay, then. Sure. You need some time to prepare yourself? Do a sweat lodge thing? Should we pencil in a date before or after consulting the tree moss?"

"It seems wise to make the attempt soon after orgasm. I am feeling... quite relaxed, Ray."

It took some more deep breathing and calming, head-kicking type thoughts before Ray could move or speak. "All right. Knees and elbows."

Fraser silently moved to obey, pulling a particularly fat pillow under his hips, but holding himself up above it. Ray snorted.

"Proper preparation?"

"Just the first step of many, surely."

Aha! Ray enjoyed a brief smirk. It was small slip, but he heard it and Fraser knew it. Patting Fraser on his upturned ass, he said, "Don't be scared, Frase. I know the steps. I got the steps down. I can dance to this."

Fraser probably rolled his eyes, or made the same response with just a lip twitch, or freaking ear flick for all he knew. He didn't bother to look. He was up off the bed, heading to the little bathroom. "I'll be a couple of minutes. You can hold the position, can't you?"

He rummaged in the medicine cabinet, found a full bottle of lube, since they'd almost used up the one by the bed already. Pausing, he checked out his nails. Actually, they were a fucking mess. Life in the backside of beyond, Yukon, was hard on a guy's manicure. He found a file and leaned his bare ass against the sink to work. After he'd smoothed the jagged edges on his left hand he called out, "You okay in there?"


Mr. Godkingofsex (link goes to the due South Fiction Archive)