due South recs: rentboys ahoy!
You know what brings JOY into my world (and yours, hopefully *g*)? HOOKER!AUs!!! \o/ Cracky or serious, funny or angsty - they are JOYOUS!
So here, have some recs:
Two For the Money by riadsala
Fraser/Kowalski, NC-17, 1212 words, AU, first time. Summary: Ray and Ben are two hookers who’ve been hired to perform for a john. Written, if you can believe it, for the hooker au prompt at stop_drop_porn.
“Wait, you want us to what?” Ray glanced at Ben beside him and then back at the john.
“I told you. You, fuck him.” The portly gentleman indicated first Ray then Ben. Ray huffed and scratched the back of his neck.
“It’s just that when guys hire two hookers-“
“Escorts, Ray.” Ray rolled his eyes. Fucking Ben, he was like the Dudley Do-Right of hookers.
Something Forgets Us Perfectly by nos4a2no9
Fraser/Smithbauer, NC-17, 4481 words, AU, angst. A/N: This piece is sort of a self-contained prequel to the Rentboy AU, a due South story I've been working on for about a year and a half. It seems that believably turning Constable Benton Fraser into a male prostitute is tough--who knew? and I wrote this short scene between Fraser and a client to try and wrap my head around the concept. I hope to be finished the Rentboy AU by early summer (hopefully I'll have a better title by then), so this will give you a taste of what I've got planned. Sex and angst, basically.
The request for his company came down the whisper-stream of desk clerks and taxi drivers and hotel bellboys. His services were never in high demand, caught as he was in the negative space between the street hustlers on Halstead and the escort services that rented whole floors in the skyscrapers along Dearborn Avenue. Unorthodox though it was, his network of contacts was successful and on Thursday evening at seven oclock Benton Fraser had a client.
The hotel itself was familiar in its dry, dusty shabbiness. He knew of several very much like it scattered throughout Chicago. The hallways smelled of mold and dry rot, and the dusty orange carpeting that coated the lobby floor was badly ripped and stained. The first time hed been here with a client Fraser had apologized for the condition of the rooms, but the man had simply shrugged, stripped and pushed Fraser to his knees. That had happened years ago and this time, Fraser decided, any explanations or excuses would probably be unwarranted. Whoever had summoned him here would have few illusions worth preserving.
The Two Gentlemen of Chicago (AKA Scenes From A Cheesy Porn Film) by bjohan57
Fraser/Kowalski, NC-17, 2566 words, AU, first time, humour. A/N: AU…very AU for one of them. This comes under the warning of “cheap and cheerful” fiction.
He was now on his fourth glass. Triple shots. Ray felt pretty and witty and…bright.
It had been exactly 35 minutes since he rang the Waterfall escort agency using the number he found in the vandalised phone-box, and spoke to a smooth-voiced lady, identified as “Crystal”:
“Uh, yeah, do you do hookers?”
“We supply professional escorts, sir. Would you like to hire one for the hour?”
“Yeah, I mean uh...yeah.”
“Do you have a physical preference?”
“Not blonde, absolutely, positively no-one blonde. And big. Yeah, tall and not blonde. Someone who isn’t Stella, ok? The exact opposite of my ex-wife.”
Louis of the Night by china-shop
Kowalski/Gardino, NC-17, 1650 words, AU, first time.
But it was what it was and he was what he was, and he was where he was, which was the backstreets of Boystown on a quiet Tuesday night. On a mission. Top secret -- just like going undercover, he told himself, not that he'd ever done that yet. But one day. Sam had said one day he'd make detective, get out of the damned uniform and be somebody. For now, he still had something to prove, and that something was here, end of the alley, two flights up.
He'd overheard a couple of guys in Vice joking about this place, saying it was stuck in the seventies and weirdly un-skeevy despite that. Ray threw his shoulders back, cracked his neck, and figured what the hell. Had to find out sooner or later if he really was wired this way.
Identikit: the Musical! by bethbethbeth
Fraser/Kowalski, PG-13, 850 words, AU, first time, humour. Written for the ds_flashfiction Badfic challenge. Prompt: Ray Kowalski has punk rock in his SOUL...but hard times mean he has to moonlight as a hooker. When he's caught up in a vice crackdown, he thinks the dream is over. But if Detective Fraser has anything to say about it, things are just beginning... AU, NC-17 for sex and eyeliner and MAJOR angst. (Watch out for Dief in a special cameo!!).
(The curtain rises and we see Detectives Huey and Dewey booking Canadian punk sensation Ray Kowalski. The two cops taunt him)
Huey and Dewey:
All you'll get is a cell somewhere
Rock-hard mattress with bedbugs there
No belt, no bail, who'll care?
Oh, won't it all be loverly?
Not much food (good or bad) to eat
Big bad cellmates providing "heat"
You'll learn to watch...your seat
Oh, won't it all be loverly? [2]
~~~
Aaaand ... a bonus! Pornstar!RayK AU! [Yes, I know pornstars =/= hookers. Seriously, I know. Just, come on. PORNSTAR!RAYK. \o/ Can you blame me for reccing it here? *g*]
Red and Blue and short sequel by shoemaster
Fraser/Kowalski, NC-17, 1300 words, AU, first time.
Ray had done the Mountie thing once a few years back. Of course, he hadn’t been allowed to wear a real uniform; it was hard to get the RCMP to approve the use of their dress reds for use in a blue movie. His had different buttons and that kinky strap thing was on the opposite side. It hadn’t really mattered; it wasn’t like he wore the thing for very long.
He’d looked pretty good though, just not as good as Constable Benton Fraser of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. “I’m terribly sorry to say that it was one of your producers, Mr. Brandauer, that kidnapped your colleagues. He was attempting to coerce them into, ah-” Fraser flushed.
“I get the idea, Red.”
~~~
Many happy (re)readings, have fun and spread more joy! :)
ETA: Also, I have a cuddly polar bear! \o/ Thank you, dear anonymous!
So here, have some recs:
Two For the Money by riadsala
Fraser/Kowalski, NC-17, 1212 words, AU, first time. Summary: Ray and Ben are two hookers who’ve been hired to perform for a john. Written, if you can believe it, for the hooker au prompt at stop_drop_porn.
“Wait, you want us to what?” Ray glanced at Ben beside him and then back at the john.
“I told you. You, fuck him.” The portly gentleman indicated first Ray then Ben. Ray huffed and scratched the back of his neck.
“It’s just that when guys hire two hookers-“
“Escorts, Ray.” Ray rolled his eyes. Fucking Ben, he was like the Dudley Do-Right of hookers.
Something Forgets Us Perfectly by nos4a2no9
Fraser/Smithbauer, NC-17, 4481 words, AU, angst. A/N: This piece is sort of a self-contained prequel to the Rentboy AU, a due South story I've been working on for about a year and a half. It seems that believably turning Constable Benton Fraser into a male prostitute is tough--who knew? and I wrote this short scene between Fraser and a client to try and wrap my head around the concept. I hope to be finished the Rentboy AU by early summer (hopefully I'll have a better title by then), so this will give you a taste of what I've got planned. Sex and angst, basically.
The request for his company came down the whisper-stream of desk clerks and taxi drivers and hotel bellboys. His services were never in high demand, caught as he was in the negative space between the street hustlers on Halstead and the escort services that rented whole floors in the skyscrapers along Dearborn Avenue. Unorthodox though it was, his network of contacts was successful and on Thursday evening at seven oclock Benton Fraser had a client.
The hotel itself was familiar in its dry, dusty shabbiness. He knew of several very much like it scattered throughout Chicago. The hallways smelled of mold and dry rot, and the dusty orange carpeting that coated the lobby floor was badly ripped and stained. The first time hed been here with a client Fraser had apologized for the condition of the rooms, but the man had simply shrugged, stripped and pushed Fraser to his knees. That had happened years ago and this time, Fraser decided, any explanations or excuses would probably be unwarranted. Whoever had summoned him here would have few illusions worth preserving.
The Two Gentlemen of Chicago (AKA Scenes From A Cheesy Porn Film) by bjohan57
Fraser/Kowalski, NC-17, 2566 words, AU, first time, humour. A/N: AU…very AU for one of them. This comes under the warning of “cheap and cheerful” fiction.
He was now on his fourth glass. Triple shots. Ray felt pretty and witty and…bright.
It had been exactly 35 minutes since he rang the Waterfall escort agency using the number he found in the vandalised phone-box, and spoke to a smooth-voiced lady, identified as “Crystal”:
“Uh, yeah, do you do hookers?”
“We supply professional escorts, sir. Would you like to hire one for the hour?”
“Yeah, I mean uh...yeah.”
“Do you have a physical preference?”
“Not blonde, absolutely, positively no-one blonde. And big. Yeah, tall and not blonde. Someone who isn’t Stella, ok? The exact opposite of my ex-wife.”
Louis of the Night by china-shop
Kowalski/Gardino, NC-17, 1650 words, AU, first time.
But it was what it was and he was what he was, and he was where he was, which was the backstreets of Boystown on a quiet Tuesday night. On a mission. Top secret -- just like going undercover, he told himself, not that he'd ever done that yet. But one day. Sam had said one day he'd make detective, get out of the damned uniform and be somebody. For now, he still had something to prove, and that something was here, end of the alley, two flights up.
He'd overheard a couple of guys in Vice joking about this place, saying it was stuck in the seventies and weirdly un-skeevy despite that. Ray threw his shoulders back, cracked his neck, and figured what the hell. Had to find out sooner or later if he really was wired this way.
Identikit: the Musical! by bethbethbeth
Fraser/Kowalski, PG-13, 850 words, AU, first time, humour. Written for the ds_flashfiction Badfic challenge. Prompt: Ray Kowalski has punk rock in his SOUL...but hard times mean he has to moonlight as a hooker. When he's caught up in a vice crackdown, he thinks the dream is over. But if Detective Fraser has anything to say about it, things are just beginning... AU, NC-17 for sex and eyeliner and MAJOR angst. (Watch out for Dief in a special cameo!!).
(The curtain rises and we see Detectives Huey and Dewey booking Canadian punk sensation Ray Kowalski. The two cops taunt him)
Huey and Dewey:
All you'll get is a cell somewhere
Rock-hard mattress with bedbugs there
No belt, no bail, who'll care?
Oh, won't it all be loverly?
Not much food (good or bad) to eat
Big bad cellmates providing "heat"
You'll learn to watch...your seat
Oh, won't it all be loverly? [2]
~~~
Aaaand ... a bonus! Pornstar!RayK AU! [Yes, I know pornstars =/= hookers. Seriously, I know. Just, come on. PORNSTAR!RAYK. \o/ Can you blame me for reccing it here? *g*]
Red and Blue and short sequel by shoemaster
Fraser/Kowalski, NC-17, 1300 words, AU, first time.
Ray had done the Mountie thing once a few years back. Of course, he hadn’t been allowed to wear a real uniform; it was hard to get the RCMP to approve the use of their dress reds for use in a blue movie. His had different buttons and that kinky strap thing was on the opposite side. It hadn’t really mattered; it wasn’t like he wore the thing for very long.
He’d looked pretty good though, just not as good as Constable Benton Fraser of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. “I’m terribly sorry to say that it was one of your producers, Mr. Brandauer, that kidnapped your colleagues. He was attempting to coerce them into, ah-” Fraser flushed.
“I get the idea, Red.”
~~~
Many happy (re)readings, have fun and spread more joy! :)
ETA: Also, I have a cuddly polar bear! \o/ Thank you, dear anonymous!