Odysseys and Ecstasy: Recs

Recs
by Thamiris

Due South

08/04/01 LaT's Supple (dS) Fraser/Ray V. NC-17.

Yow! That was hot! When I first opened the story, I started skimming, sniffing around to see what was what, and this caught my eye: "I was thinking more along the lines of fellating you, but if you want me to take off your boots, that can certainly be arranged." That had me whimpering, so I went back and read carefully from the beginning. I adored Ray, how he moved from annoyed to serious to loving with a few other stops between. Not that it felt like a series of switches between moods; the story had this wonderful flow that kept me in and reading so fast I had to go back and catch up on the details. It was supple, which I'm just realizing now, the story even more than the leather. Ray just made sense here in his reactions to all the situations, not just as canon Ray, but as a real person reacting to Fraser's actions. This is so perfect, how Ray wants him, but isn't willing to give up the annoyance:

Only Fraser could say something that formal and still make it sound so dirty. Yeah, as ideas went, Ray didn't think it was a bad one, that tongue pressing along the underside of his dick, flicking over the head again and again before wet heat slid down him all the way to the base. But this was not about Fraser doing what he wanted to do. Ray had points to make, a couple of them actually, and none of them had anything to do with Fraser Getting His Way about things. Not tonight. Not after the day they'd had.

And Fraser's actions...Oh my. When Ray walks in and sees Fraser down and wearing the collar, I was praying that this story stayed as hot as that moment. Imagine my leering delight when it got hotter. My favorite slash is head to cock and back again stuff, where it's steamy sex between honestly-drawn characters, and that's what you gave me here. Fraser wasn't just cartoon slut!boy in place to get us all off; he was someone who needed to submit as an admission of his trust and love for Ray. More than that, too. He needed to do it as a kind of admission to himself that he's human, which is essentially what Ray tells him: "Is that because you' re afraid of getting played, or because you get carried away when you don't let yourself worry about being in charge? Or … both?" Fraser's response is confirmation, and it makes every action after that even sweeter, not nasty-sweet, like lint-covered Lifesavers, but tender and warm and delicious, like butterscotch fudge. Even Ray's commands don't seem cruel or authoritarian, but necessary and loving, somehow, probably because he's doing it for Fraser. He watches him so closely throughout the story, gauging every reaction, and those orders are the result of that, not of some need to hurt his lover, but to reward him for being him. Yep, butterscotch fudge. Back

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