Ray Gets Fed And Then Some
Title: Feeding Ray
Author: Allaire Mikháil (LJ: allaire)
Pairing: (F/K)
Category: (slash, NC-17)
Warnings: "My first attempt to really earn a NC-17 rating -- for m/m sex, and m/m sex alone. "
Link: http://www.skeeter63.org/~allaire/Feeding.htm
There are many aspects I like about this 50K story, not the least of which is how Fraser's good intention to feed Ray dinner ends up with sex in a bathroom stall. You know, a few years ago I wouldn't have believed that a story about public bathroom sex could be funny, and sexy, and actually kind of romantic. But this is, and I have to admire any author who can make me like that sort of thing.
Not only that, I understand the author's native language isn't English, so I'm even more impressed.
An excerpt to show why I think it's hot:
I turn back to Ray again, puzzled by his uncharacteristic silence.
Oh dear.
Suddenly I'm not getting enough air, excess lung capacity none withstanding, and feel my face getting warm, no, hot. His look...
He's watching me like there's no one in the world apart from the two of us, and the sheer, unadulterated desire in his dilated dark blue eyes makes it impossible to breathe. I'm drowning in his intense gaze, helpless to resist, and, like in a dream, feel myself reach out to him. Firm, warm, finely-muscled flesh under my fingers -- his arm -- and I'm tugging him with me, up the stairs which are thankfully empty, but before we reach the head of the staircase, his arm is moving under mine, his hand turning, gripping my forearm instead, hard and insistent, and I let myself be led. Instead of ducking behind the hall-stand like I expected him to do, planning to do the same myself just moments ago to steal a kiss from those tempting narrow lips, he drags me into a smaller room with white tiles and a long line of sinks and towel dispensers. The washroom. Dear God. I groan almost imperceptibly and try to resist for a moment, but he's far too determined.
Through another open doorway into the second room we go, the urinals (unoccupied, too, I'm grateful to add) on one side facing a row of stalls on the other. A short glimpse tells me that their doors close almost level with the white-tiled floor, and I feel one of them slamming into its lock behind us before I can utter a single word of protest.
And Ray's mouth is on mine only a heartbeat later.
At first, only our lips touch, deceptively soft despite the urgency behind it, but almost immediately, Ray's hands come up to cup my jaw, he angles my head to his liking and his tongue enters my mouth. I bite back a groan and involuntarily arch into his touch. I feel him grinning against my lips and find enough self-restraint to prevent our kiss from getting even more intimate.
And, um... there's rather a lot more after that, but you'll have to read it for yourself.
Author: Allaire Mikháil (LJ: allaire)
Pairing: (F/K)
Category: (slash, NC-17)
Warnings: "My first attempt to really earn a NC-17 rating -- for m/m sex, and m/m sex alone. "
Link: http://www.skeeter63.org/~allaire/Feeding.htm
There are many aspects I like about this 50K story, not the least of which is how Fraser's good intention to feed Ray dinner ends up with sex in a bathroom stall. You know, a few years ago I wouldn't have believed that a story about public bathroom sex could be funny, and sexy, and actually kind of romantic. But this is, and I have to admire any author who can make me like that sort of thing.
Not only that, I understand the author's native language isn't English, so I'm even more impressed.
An excerpt to show why I think it's hot:
I turn back to Ray again, puzzled by his uncharacteristic silence.
Oh dear.
Suddenly I'm not getting enough air, excess lung capacity none withstanding, and feel my face getting warm, no, hot. His look...
He's watching me like there's no one in the world apart from the two of us, and the sheer, unadulterated desire in his dilated dark blue eyes makes it impossible to breathe. I'm drowning in his intense gaze, helpless to resist, and, like in a dream, feel myself reach out to him. Firm, warm, finely-muscled flesh under my fingers -- his arm -- and I'm tugging him with me, up the stairs which are thankfully empty, but before we reach the head of the staircase, his arm is moving under mine, his hand turning, gripping my forearm instead, hard and insistent, and I let myself be led. Instead of ducking behind the hall-stand like I expected him to do, planning to do the same myself just moments ago to steal a kiss from those tempting narrow lips, he drags me into a smaller room with white tiles and a long line of sinks and towel dispensers. The washroom. Dear God. I groan almost imperceptibly and try to resist for a moment, but he's far too determined.
Through another open doorway into the second room we go, the urinals (unoccupied, too, I'm grateful to add) on one side facing a row of stalls on the other. A short glimpse tells me that their doors close almost level with the white-tiled floor, and I feel one of them slamming into its lock behind us before I can utter a single word of protest.
And Ray's mouth is on mine only a heartbeat later.
At first, only our lips touch, deceptively soft despite the urgency behind it, but almost immediately, Ray's hands come up to cup my jaw, he angles my head to his liking and his tongue enters my mouth. I bite back a groan and involuntarily arch into his touch. I feel him grinning against my lips and find enough self-restraint to prevent our kiss from getting even more intimate.
And, um... there's rather a lot more after that, but you'll have to read it for yourself.