dS - C'Mon Baby, Light My Fire (AU)
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serialkarma a dS AU with Ray as a fireman, because I smoke the special crack and it amused me greatly. This is not going to become a proper story or anything; I am not writing that long, drawn out involved story. But I'll write a snippet in said non-existent universe for tarar because she asks so nicely. Also, yes, icons. Icons!
Please keep in mind that my exposure to firemen can only be traced to Rescue Me on FX. (good show, watch it!)
due South
C'Mon Baby, Light My Fire*
Fraser does not spend his days thinking of Ray Kowalski, Fireman. It is interesting to note though, that when Fraser thinks of Ray, he immediately attaches Fireman to the end of the thought as though Ray's profession is some how a part of Ray's proper name, which is completely absurd.
It doesn't stop Fraser from thinking it though.
Associating Ray with his yellow, protective outfit is as natural as associating pemmican with a trek through the wilderness -- or associating the heat in Fraser’s groin with the way that Ray licks his lips to get rid of the greasy traces of pizza instead of using his napkin.
When Ray catches Fraser looking, he flushes slightly, but doesn’t actually make any move to stop what he’s doing. If anything his tongue seems to flicker slower and more languidly over his lips and the corners of his mouth.
Of course, this could all be in Fraser’s mind; he has been known to live a little too much in his head, but sitting next to Ray on his overstuffed leather sofa is very much a reality as is the faint scent of burnt insulation that Ray emits even after having taken a shower.
Fraser assumes this is what most firemen smell like all the time –- redolent of smoke and ash and soap and sweat. It could also have to do with the first impression that Ray made on him, clad in his yellow pants and red braces, his white tee shirt covered in dirt and soot and his hair flattened by his protective helmet.
It started innocently enough, or as innocently as an incident involving arson can, but when Fraser went to visit the firehouse of the 27th, he simply had questions with regards to fires in general and the response time between calls and the arrival of the fire trucks. It wasn't his fault that the 27th had a Dalmatian bitch, who just happened to be in heat. It was his fault that he took Dief along, but he was hardly prescient about such matters. Besides, if he had known he was going to have to run through the firehouse, trying to keep Dief away from the 27th's bitch, he wouldn't have worn his good uniform.
At the very least he would have dressed more appropriately, since sliding down poles in his boots has never been one of his favorite activities.
Also, he would have done his best to land on his feet instead of stumbling slightly on his landing and colliding with Ray Kowalski, Fireman.
Clearly Ray makes a very striking first impression, because since that day all Fraser can think of when he sees Ray is -- Ray Kowalski, Fireman.
It’s very possible that it’s all because of the uniform.
Fraser's seen plenty of people in uniforms; he wears the RCMP uniform every day of his life, except for Sundays and days off, but his exposure to firemen is extremely limited, and he's certainly never been this... intimate with one who wears his uniform so well.
Not that Fraser has been intimate with Ray in any way -- not that the thought hasn't crossed Fraser's mind on more than one occasion, but that's not really the point right now. He's just grateful that he and Ray seem to have struck up a sort of friendship, which is very like intimacy in its way.
Surely they must have attained a certain level of camaraderie or Ray never would have invited Fraser into his home to have dinner and watch the hockey game. Of course the dinner is only pizza, and the hockey game isn't curling, but these things make Ray happy and by extension they please Fraser. And surely, Ray wouldn't smile at Fraser the way he does or glide across his hardwood floors barefoot, wearing those sweatpants that sit so low on his hips, if he didn't find something enjoyable about Fraser's company.
At the detachment in Yellowknife, the fire department was mostly made up of volunteers, and they certainly didn't have their very own casual wear with engine and department numbers marked in the upper left-hand corner -- but that's not really relevant when Fraser can make out the delineation of Ray's muscles underneath his tee shirt.
Fraser knows a great many things in a great many languages. He has read great poets and great authors. He has read the encyclopedia, twice, and yet he is at a loss to find words to adequately explain Ray Kowalski and the magnetism he projects.
Fraser's never been a great believer in fate and destiny. This does not mean that he doesn't believe in destiny at all; anyone who's spent as much time amongst the Inuit as Fraser has cannot fail to have certain beliefs. Nevertheless, it's only now that Fraser's been invited into Ray's home that he begins to think about what brought them together and how easily Fraser could have landed on someone else or gone to a completely different firehouse instead.
There’s a part of Fraser that would like to bring this up with Ray, to see if he believes they were fated to meet, and if so, what that means down the road. If there even is a road. Another part of Fraser thinks he should just focus on the hockey game and stop glancing at Ray, who is still licking away the traces of grease which must be coating his lips.
Neither part is prepared for Ray to lean over and whisper into Fraser’s ear. “Is there somethin’ on your mind, Ben?”
There a great many things on Fraser’s mind, not the least of which being how wonderful it is to have someone who calls him by his first name or how warm Ray’s breath is against the shell of his ear.
“There are a great many things in my mind – I’m not terribly certain they could be on my mind.” Fraser’s tone is equally as low, which he finds rather surprising. At least to himself. The shouting from the television is tremendously loud in Fraser’s ears, and if anything he should be speaking louder instead of lower, and yet they don’t seem to be having any problems communicating.
“I don’t doubt that,” Ray says with a chuckle.
And it’s the low, throaty laugh that makes Fraser’s gut tighten and his palms grow damp. “I think things being ‘on’ one’s mind is a figurative turn of phrase perpetrated by --”
Fraser’s words are cut off by the press of Ray’s mouth against his own, and through the pizza grease and the thick press of Ray’s tongue between his lips, the low fire that’s been building in Fraser’s stomach for sometime ignites.
The damp palms and the questions of destiny are forgotten, and the only concern Fraser has is touching Ray the Fireman.
--Snippet II--
-- Snippet III --
Obviously unbetad. Obviously named after The Doors song. So obviously a one off. Except for porn. I think they need porn.
serialkarma a dS AU with Ray as a fireman, because I smoke the special crack and it amused me greatly. This is not going to become a proper story or anything; I am not writing that long, drawn out involved story. But I'll write a snippet in said non-existent universe for tarar because she asks so nicely. Also, yes, icons. Icons!Please keep in mind that my exposure to firemen can only be traced to Rescue Me on FX. (good show, watch it!)
due South
C'Mon Baby, Light My Fire*
Fraser does not spend his days thinking of Ray Kowalski, Fireman. It is interesting to note though, that when Fraser thinks of Ray, he immediately attaches Fireman to the end of the thought as though Ray's profession is some how a part of Ray's proper name, which is completely absurd.
It doesn't stop Fraser from thinking it though.
Associating Ray with his yellow, protective outfit is as natural as associating pemmican with a trek through the wilderness -- or associating the heat in Fraser’s groin with the way that Ray licks his lips to get rid of the greasy traces of pizza instead of using his napkin.
When Ray catches Fraser looking, he flushes slightly, but doesn’t actually make any move to stop what he’s doing. If anything his tongue seems to flicker slower and more languidly over his lips and the corners of his mouth.
Of course, this could all be in Fraser’s mind; he has been known to live a little too much in his head, but sitting next to Ray on his overstuffed leather sofa is very much a reality as is the faint scent of burnt insulation that Ray emits even after having taken a shower.
Fraser assumes this is what most firemen smell like all the time –- redolent of smoke and ash and soap and sweat. It could also have to do with the first impression that Ray made on him, clad in his yellow pants and red braces, his white tee shirt covered in dirt and soot and his hair flattened by his protective helmet.
It started innocently enough, or as innocently as an incident involving arson can, but when Fraser went to visit the firehouse of the 27th, he simply had questions with regards to fires in general and the response time between calls and the arrival of the fire trucks. It wasn't his fault that the 27th had a Dalmatian bitch, who just happened to be in heat. It was his fault that he took Dief along, but he was hardly prescient about such matters. Besides, if he had known he was going to have to run through the firehouse, trying to keep Dief away from the 27th's bitch, he wouldn't have worn his good uniform.
At the very least he would have dressed more appropriately, since sliding down poles in his boots has never been one of his favorite activities.
Also, he would have done his best to land on his feet instead of stumbling slightly on his landing and colliding with Ray Kowalski, Fireman.
Clearly Ray makes a very striking first impression, because since that day all Fraser can think of when he sees Ray is -- Ray Kowalski, Fireman.
It’s very possible that it’s all because of the uniform.
Fraser's seen plenty of people in uniforms; he wears the RCMP uniform every day of his life, except for Sundays and days off, but his exposure to firemen is extremely limited, and he's certainly never been this... intimate with one who wears his uniform so well.
Not that Fraser has been intimate with Ray in any way -- not that the thought hasn't crossed Fraser's mind on more than one occasion, but that's not really the point right now. He's just grateful that he and Ray seem to have struck up a sort of friendship, which is very like intimacy in its way.
Surely they must have attained a certain level of camaraderie or Ray never would have invited Fraser into his home to have dinner and watch the hockey game. Of course the dinner is only pizza, and the hockey game isn't curling, but these things make Ray happy and by extension they please Fraser. And surely, Ray wouldn't smile at Fraser the way he does or glide across his hardwood floors barefoot, wearing those sweatpants that sit so low on his hips, if he didn't find something enjoyable about Fraser's company.
At the detachment in Yellowknife, the fire department was mostly made up of volunteers, and they certainly didn't have their very own casual wear with engine and department numbers marked in the upper left-hand corner -- but that's not really relevant when Fraser can make out the delineation of Ray's muscles underneath his tee shirt.
Fraser knows a great many things in a great many languages. He has read great poets and great authors. He has read the encyclopedia, twice, and yet he is at a loss to find words to adequately explain Ray Kowalski and the magnetism he projects.
Fraser's never been a great believer in fate and destiny. This does not mean that he doesn't believe in destiny at all; anyone who's spent as much time amongst the Inuit as Fraser has cannot fail to have certain beliefs. Nevertheless, it's only now that Fraser's been invited into Ray's home that he begins to think about what brought them together and how easily Fraser could have landed on someone else or gone to a completely different firehouse instead.
There’s a part of Fraser that would like to bring this up with Ray, to see if he believes they were fated to meet, and if so, what that means down the road. If there even is a road. Another part of Fraser thinks he should just focus on the hockey game and stop glancing at Ray, who is still licking away the traces of grease which must be coating his lips.
Neither part is prepared for Ray to lean over and whisper into Fraser’s ear. “Is there somethin’ on your mind, Ben?”
There a great many things on Fraser’s mind, not the least of which being how wonderful it is to have someone who calls him by his first name or how warm Ray’s breath is against the shell of his ear.
“There are a great many things in my mind – I’m not terribly certain they could be on my mind.” Fraser’s tone is equally as low, which he finds rather surprising. At least to himself. The shouting from the television is tremendously loud in Fraser’s ears, and if anything he should be speaking louder instead of lower, and yet they don’t seem to be having any problems communicating.
“I don’t doubt that,” Ray says with a chuckle.
And it’s the low, throaty laugh that makes Fraser’s gut tighten and his palms grow damp. “I think things being ‘on’ one’s mind is a figurative turn of phrase perpetrated by --”
Fraser’s words are cut off by the press of Ray’s mouth against his own, and through the pizza grease and the thick press of Ray’s tongue between his lips, the low fire that’s been building in Fraser’s stomach for sometime ignites.
The damp palms and the questions of destiny are forgotten, and the only concern Fraser has is touching Ray the Fireman.
--Snippet II--
-- Snippet III --
Obviously unbetad. Obviously named after The Doors song. So obviously a one off. Except for porn. I think they need porn.
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Date: 2004-12-17 05:23 pm (UTC)(I need new expressions of how hot and evocative and all that your stuff is. Note to self: buy thesaurus.)
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Date: 2004-12-21 02:48 pm (UTC)I'm just glad you're entertained.