Drifting, Okay All Right

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Claim: due South, Fraser/Kowalski
Title: Drifting
Author: Starfish and Alanna, on LJ the_star_fish
Characters: Fraser, Ray
Prompt: 08. Friendship
Rating: NC-17
Length: medium
Brief summary: I had a really hard time coming up with a friendship story, because everyone I came up with pretty much had lots and lots of sex in it, and not so much with the friendship. This one has the sex, but it also has a very special Ray and Fraser want to do it kind of friendship. Fraser is restless because he feels frustrated by his job at the Consulate, and calls his friend Ray for help. Ray helps. Yes, yes he does.
Oh yeah.


"mmmyeah?" His voice was rasping and blurred.

I was silent. Shaking. I couldn't do it.

"Hello?" He sounded more awake the second time. More solidified.

I forced a single word past my numb lips. "Ray."

"Fraser? That you?"

I tried, and failed, to form a response.

"You okay? Where are you? What time is it?" I heard the rustle of bedclothes and imagined he was sitting up. I pictured him, naked and pale, hair alternately plastered to his skull and standing on end. He'd be reaching for his glasses and squinting at the LED display on his alarm clock.

"You at the Consulate?" he asked. And, when my silence persisted, "Of course you are, stupid question, she says don't leave, you stay. Fraser? I'll be right there. Ten minutes, tops. You hear me? I'm on my way. Ten minutes."

He made it in five.

Link to the story: Drifting

Claim: due South, Fraser/Kowalski
Title: Okay All Right
Author: Verushka
Characters: Fraser, Ray
Prompt: 17. Jealousy
Rating: NC-17
Length: medium
Brief summary: This story is the first in a series about Ray and Fraser exploring BDSM. Fraser gets jealous of Ray’s interaction with another man and loses his control a bit. This story is unbelievably hot, and the control issues that Fraser is dealing with are very real. Not to mention that alpha!Fraser/dominant!Fraser pretty much lights the screen on fire every time, at least for me. This story does a really good job of exploring these dynamics in a realistic and hot way.


And then I feel him relax completely under me. His arms slacken. The bunched tendons in his wrists loosen and slip back into the lean flesh under the steel circles of my hands. His thighs loosen and part. His chest and stomach settle under me, inhaling a deep breath and sighing it out into my mouth. But now he is kissing me back more fiercely than I was kissing him when we first began.

He likes it.

That thought slowly simmers as I taste his watering mouth, his ever more active tongue... and then it boils over.

He not only likes it, he wants it. He wants more.

I pull back to breathe, tightening my hands around his wrists again.

"Yeah..." he murmurs, leaning his head up to kiss my chin, my cheeks, rubbing his face alongside mine. I can feel his stubble and the ticklish strokes of the soft spikes of his hair as he lets his mouth travel to my neck, my Adam's apple.

"C'mon, Frase... c'mon..." he whispers. The burr is back in his voice.

I like it. To have this long, lean, fiery man, under me, under my control, literally at my mercy. Of course, that's not strictly true. He could throw me off if he wanted to. But I am shocked to find an emotion welling in me which I think I have never known. A joy in his ...surrender. In my physical control of him. My lust fires, misfires -- I shouldn't be enjoying this -- and then flares again.

He likes it. He is slack beneath me. Waiting, hoping, breathing. He does not complain, does not struggle, does not fight me. I hold his wrists ever tighter. I steel my arms so that, if he tried, he could not bring his own hands up to his face (or mine). I have the advantage in terms of weight, but also in position and leverage. And he pushes against my hold on him. Tenses his muscles against my hold on him just enough to test my strength.

Just when he has flexed them enough to begin to move my firm grasp, he relaxes.

Surrenders.

Link to the story: Okay All Right