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[cesperanza.livejournal.com]

(Shut up. I'm the Admin. Thhhhppt.)

It's late (five in the morning) and it's too big (4,980 words) and I'm disappointed that I only got a chance to write one, sigh. But clearly I don't know what the fuck I'm doing. So.

I give you Number Eight.

Comments

[jack-pride.livejournal.com]

I think you get extra points for working the number of the cliche into the story. Not to mention having it as a plausible title.

(And really? My favourite thing about the word limit? Is how often it's broken.)

[lmondegreen.livejournal.com]

Wow!! Nope, not too big at all :-)

[the-star-fish.livejournal.com]

::worship worship worship::

So glad you had the last word. So very, very glad.

[chesamus.livejournal.com]

Wait a second - word limits? There are word limits here?! Seriously, that was wonderful. And I'd like to be a fly on the wall at Vinnie's...

[bethbethbeth.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry--I'm not actually interested in sucking your penis. No, I only wanted to lick this wall over here, perhaps take a few samples. You see, this might be a crime scene. Please--if you'd just put your member away, thank you kindly."

That's my boy! And Ray? What a romantic: saving a little keepsake from their first, er...date. :)

I'm so glad you've apparently stopped sleeping at night, Cesca, especially if this is the result.

[lamardeuse.livejournal.com]

That was the quote that got me laughing out loud. And Fraser's "Kiss me" had me on the floor. Where I proceeded to writhe happily as I read on. How do you make the cliché of "we're being watched, make it look good" so fresh and hot and wonderful?

Oh, right. You're Speranza! :)

[daughtershade.livejournal.com]

Finally he managed to work a quick spin into his dance moves, cause he wanted to see who he was dealing with--and okay, not bad, a couple of years older than him but in terrific physical shape, tall and broadshouldered with muscles that looked really fucking expensive, like his personal trainer had him doing reps with gold bars.

How I love Ray, and this story, and you, but abject devotion is just so humiliating, so I'll be quiet now and talk about the story.

You totally had me fooled thinking Ray was on the make when... hey what do you know it's for a case. Nicely done. I love Fraser in this too because even in a stressful situation like this, he's still himself, all be it a little uncomfortable.

And this struck me as so true....
It took him all of three minutes to find Fraser. Turned out it was easy to find Fraser in a gay club--all you had to do was head for the thickest part of the crowd, where the guys were crammed together, pushing and shoving like it was a mosh pit and Benton Fraser was the band.

So word limit shmird limit... Well done!

[ozsaur.livejournal.com]

I'm sure the videotape will become a much treasured family keepsake. I see a lot of home movies in their future.

Wonderful story!

[rowanfairchild.livejournal.com]

Oh, this rocked. Figures you'd make an actual story out of it. *g* I'm sorry I missed this challenge, but I'm glad you made it!
-R

[brooklinegirl.livejournal.com]

It may be late, and long, and only one cliche, but my oh my, you really made it worth it. Lovely, lovely image of Ray dancing there (even in polyester). What a great first line. And I love Polite Fraser, so the hot topic at the gay bar. And mmm...yummy, the two of them so hot and sweet together in that room. Nice, nice, nice.

[resonant8.livejournal.com]

Oh, man, this was beautiful, this wrung my insides in twenty different ways. I was madly in love with Fraser and Ray both by the end of it. This --

and only now did Ray understand the real tenderness behind the offer: this wasn't about Fraser bringing him off, it was about Fraser being the one on his knees if the film got turned over to the cops or the D.A.

Man. I had to stop for a minute and just stare into space, I loved them both so much.

Plus I love the idea of all Ray's pulls meeting up at Vinnie's Pizzeria. Like, maybe Vinnie's got a kind of scruffy-looking delivery boy with a stud in his ear, and when he brings the car back at the end of his shift and takes the hat off and fluffs his hair back up, three guys just converge on him and drag him away, struggling half-heartedly in his red polyester "Eat At Vinnie's" T-shirt ...

(Also I must confess that there's a dark and webby corner of my world in which Frannie ends up with that tape.)

[shayheyred.livejournal.com]

I know we're in Ray's head here, but I was fascinated and touched by the Fraser arc - how he copes with being incessantly hit on ("nice talking to you") to his embarrassment in the upstairs room with men in dark corners sucking and fucking, to his attempt to bolt down the hallway, to his pretty damned selfless (and loving!) act in the private room. Oh, Fraser, no wonder Ray loves you, because I love you, too.

And for the record, I didn't remember "eight" was the number of the cliche. And THAT is just another reason we love you.

[theodosia.livejournal.com]

I might get over my squick of looking at pictures, video, etcetera of myself if it was me having sex with Fraser. (Or Ray, for that matter.) :-)

Brava!

[akite.livejournal.com]

Well, if your story was late, my comment is even later, and not at all orginial. The story was total greatness, Ces. I'm sorry that my vacation prevented me from doing a story for this challenge, but I'm having vibes for a knickers story. ::g::

[kiranovember.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry--I'm not actually interested in sucking your penis. No, I only wanted to lick this wall over here, perhaps take a few samples. You see, this might be a crime scene. Please--if you'd just put your member away, thank you kindly."

This just killed me. Fortunately I read it in the daytime and didn't wake anyone up.

[china_shop]

So I was browsing through the flashfiction memories (it's like Aladdin's cave in here!) and came across this. OMFG!

I love this! From Ray sending guys to the pizzaria to Fraser's faux flautist, and from the are-they-flirting-are-they-undercover way they're acting right up to the oh so very hot and sweet "let me do this for you".

*melts*

How do you fit so much into every paragraph?

[cesperanza.livejournal.com]

Wow, thanks! This was so nice to get, all out of the blue, and I went back and reread that story and hey, cool. when did I write THAT? I have almost total amnesia about my fic, which means that I'm often able to share in the delight and surprise of my readers because, hey, it's news to me! Meanwhile, I can only assume that, since I claim to be writing it at 5 am, I was too tired to stick a proper ending on it (whiplash, anyone? We just slammmm to a stop there, don't we?) but otherwise, hey, it's pretty good! And boy, I needed a little lift today after grading for hours, so thank you, thank you, for this little bit of ego-boo, which is an amazing pick-me-up!!! VERY much appreciated!!

(And yeah, the flashfiction memories? CHOCK full of good stuff!!)