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visionshadows) wrote2006-04-22 07:57 pm
visionshadows) wrote2006-04-22 07:57 pm
crack_van rec: Comfort Zone by lalejandra
Fandom: due South
Pairing: Fraser/RayK
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lalejandra
Author's Website: apostatize
Why this must be read: This story is about boundaries, sexual and otherwise. It starts with a phone call at 1 am, another cop informing Ray that his Mountie has wandered somewhere he shouldn't have - namely a bondage club. From there, Ray learns that Fraser isn't just questioning bondage and submission, he's questioning everything. And that leads to Ray questioning where he stands with Fraser and why he's so upset thinking about Fraser having sex with strangers.
This story is hot, long, detailed, and did I mention hot? It does obviously deal with BDSM, but it's very light kink in the end. It's really about the exploration of boundaries between Fraser and Ray - in every sense of the idea.
"So, Fraser... How's that boundary thing going?"
Fraser stares out the window and I roll my eyes. Haven't we done this before?
"Come on," I say. "We're buddies, right?"
"Ray --" he says.
"Because listen, I gotta tell you, I do not think this is my comfort zone here." I stop and frown at the red light.
"I'm sorry my personal problems are infringing upon your comfort zone. I would be happy to --" says Fraser, and he sounds cranky, sounds annoyed. If he was anybody else, he'd be yelling, "You fucking asshole!" -- but he's Fraser, so he's gonna get more polite. And then I realize what he said.
"No," I say, so now he's pissed at me both because he thinks that I rethought the gay thing he's got going maybe, and also because I interrupted him, the absolute height of rudeness. The light is green, so I step on the gas. Maybe we're going more than a little bit faster than we need to, but that just means this conversation will be over sooner, because we'll get to the 27th sooner. "No, Fraser, I meant that I am not comfortable with you going out and meeting strange men in bars. That is not safe, don't you listen to the news reports? You got your guys with disease and your guys with mental problems and your guys with handcuffs, and I don't mean the fun kind, I mean the kind that get you thrown in jail, and I only got pull with so many people as Vecchio, do you know what I'm saying?"
"No, Ray, I'm afraid I don't have a clue." Ah, snark. Good, that's the right direction.
"Good," I finally say. "I'm glad we're on the same page." You stubborn bastard, I add in my head as I turn into the 2-7's lot.
Comfort Zone
Pairing: Fraser/RayK
Author on LJ:
lalejandraAuthor's Website: apostatize
Why this must be read: This story is about boundaries, sexual and otherwise. It starts with a phone call at 1 am, another cop informing Ray that his Mountie has wandered somewhere he shouldn't have - namely a bondage club. From there, Ray learns that Fraser isn't just questioning bondage and submission, he's questioning everything. And that leads to Ray questioning where he stands with Fraser and why he's so upset thinking about Fraser having sex with strangers.
This story is hot, long, detailed, and did I mention hot? It does obviously deal with BDSM, but it's very light kink in the end. It's really about the exploration of boundaries between Fraser and Ray - in every sense of the idea.
"So, Fraser... How's that boundary thing going?"
Fraser stares out the window and I roll my eyes. Haven't we done this before?
"Come on," I say. "We're buddies, right?"
"Ray --" he says.
"Because listen, I gotta tell you, I do not think this is my comfort zone here." I stop and frown at the red light.
"I'm sorry my personal problems are infringing upon your comfort zone. I would be happy to --" says Fraser, and he sounds cranky, sounds annoyed. If he was anybody else, he'd be yelling, "You fucking asshole!" -- but he's Fraser, so he's gonna get more polite. And then I realize what he said.
"No," I say, so now he's pissed at me both because he thinks that I rethought the gay thing he's got going maybe, and also because I interrupted him, the absolute height of rudeness. The light is green, so I step on the gas. Maybe we're going more than a little bit faster than we need to, but that just means this conversation will be over sooner, because we'll get to the 27th sooner. "No, Fraser, I meant that I am not comfortable with you going out and meeting strange men in bars. That is not safe, don't you listen to the news reports? You got your guys with disease and your guys with mental problems and your guys with handcuffs, and I don't mean the fun kind, I mean the kind that get you thrown in jail, and I only got pull with so many people as Vecchio, do you know what I'm saying?"
"No, Ray, I'm afraid I don't have a clue." Ah, snark. Good, that's the right direction.
"Good," I finally say. "I'm glad we're on the same page." You stubborn bastard, I add in my head as I turn into the 2-7's lot.
Comfort Zone