Due South snippet: "Wrestling"
Nov. 29th, 2009 03:53 pmTitle: Wrestling
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski preslash
Rating: PG-13
Length: 300 words
Prompt: glint
Summary: Ray is frustrated, and tries to find an outlet.
Notes: For the purposes of this snippet, one might have to ignore that they had a boxing match in "Mountie and Soul". Thanks to
the_antichris for taking a look at this!
"You think you could take me?"
"Oh, I have no opinion on that." Fraser's voice was bland, and it made Ray want to push harder.
"C'mon, let's do it." Ray pulled the table out of the way, clearing the living room.
"All right, if you say so." Fraser got up, and there was finally a glint of something there, something that Ray could work with. Resistance, competitiveness, whatever. Ray bounced in anticipation.
They both went on their guard, arms up. But this wasn't real fighting. They'd hit each other with intent once, and Ray was never doing that again. This was just...a friendly competition. And if Ray got some Fraser-touching out of it, well, that was just a bonus.
Ray danced around, feeling Fraser out. Fraser was heavier, and if they got to wrestling, he'd probably win. But Ray might be faster. Maybe he could...
Ray stepped to the side, jabbed a quick blow as distraction, then tried to hook his foot around Fraser's to bring him down.
But Fraser's foot wasn't there, and then Ray's arm was caught. Not good. Ray tried to regain control, but the hard edge of bone on the outside of Fraser's forearm dug into Ray's triceps just above the elbow, his own arm used as a lever against him.
Ray was bent over, and then Fraser forced him forward, down, locking his arm, and Ray gasped for breath. Fraser was heavy on top of him.
"I give."
The strain eased, and Ray groaned. He hoped Fraser would take it for pain.
In fact, Ray was turned on like a light, and his dick felt like it was trying to bore into the hardwood floor. He might as well have had a sign on his ass that said "TAKE ME NOW".
Yeah, in his dreams.
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski preslash
Rating: PG-13
Length: 300 words
Prompt: glint
Summary: Ray is frustrated, and tries to find an outlet.
Notes: For the purposes of this snippet, one might have to ignore that they had a boxing match in "Mountie and Soul". Thanks to
"You think you could take me?"
"Oh, I have no opinion on that." Fraser's voice was bland, and it made Ray want to push harder.
"C'mon, let's do it." Ray pulled the table out of the way, clearing the living room.
"All right, if you say so." Fraser got up, and there was finally a glint of something there, something that Ray could work with. Resistance, competitiveness, whatever. Ray bounced in anticipation.
They both went on their guard, arms up. But this wasn't real fighting. They'd hit each other with intent once, and Ray was never doing that again. This was just...a friendly competition. And if Ray got some Fraser-touching out of it, well, that was just a bonus.
Ray danced around, feeling Fraser out. Fraser was heavier, and if they got to wrestling, he'd probably win. But Ray might be faster. Maybe he could...
Ray stepped to the side, jabbed a quick blow as distraction, then tried to hook his foot around Fraser's to bring him down.
But Fraser's foot wasn't there, and then Ray's arm was caught. Not good. Ray tried to regain control, but the hard edge of bone on the outside of Fraser's forearm dug into Ray's triceps just above the elbow, his own arm used as a lever against him.
Ray was bent over, and then Fraser forced him forward, down, locking his arm, and Ray gasped for breath. Fraser was heavy on top of him.
"I give."
The strain eased, and Ray groaned. He hoped Fraser would take it for pain.
In fact, Ray was turned on like a light, and his dick felt like it was trying to bore into the hardwood floor. He might as well have had a sign on his ass that said "TAKE ME NOW".
Yeah, in his dreams.
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Date: 2009-11-29 05:22 pm (UTC)Verrrry nice.
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Date: 2009-11-29 09:56 pm (UTC)I don't think I'll write any more of it, though. Sorry! (Feel free to do it, though.)
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Date: 2009-11-30 12:47 am (UTC)"Oh, I have no opinion on that." Fraser's voice was bland --That is totally Fraser. And I don't believe him one bit. :)
I want to see what happens next...and next time...and especially the time when neither of them can pretend any more. :)
One thing you might want to check. I don't know whether it's a problem with English or anatomy, but if there is a "hard edge of bone on Fraser's underarm" that is projecting out enough to dig into anything--then Fraser most likely needs surgery. There's no bone there. The only "edge" that's really on the underarm is the attachment of some fibers of the pectoralis major, a muscle.
The bone in the underarm is the shoulder capsule and the head of the humerus (which is seated in the shoulder capsule, or else Fraser would be in terrible pain)--and you'd have to dig your fingers way in in order to touch it. But maybe you've just got the wrong English word? The underarm = the armpit. Maybe you meant "the underside of the forearm"--though, since it twists, it doesn't technically have an "underside." Maybe Ray would think of it as the "outside" of the forearm. That's the only bone I can think of that's got an "edge" enough to do this: the ulna, on the forearm.
Hope that is helpful. I am going back to continue painting forearms and other stuff, and will enjoy imagining Ray and Fraser wrestling! :)
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Date: 2009-11-30 08:58 am (UTC)And thank you! : )
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