for the mute fraser challenge
Feb. 22nd, 2005 12:03 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
i wrote this as a 'thank you' for the lovely
lynnmonster for another matter entirely, but i realized it fit here.
and god alone knows the last time i managed to do a challenge, so here it is:
The late afternoon silence of Stetson Avenue was broken by the low, rumbling growl of a powerful engine. A glossy black Pontiac GTO roared down the street, made a perfect 180-degree turn, and slid to a stop directly in front of the Canadian Consulate with a spray of gravel.
Ray flung himself out of the car, slammed the door, and slid across the left corner of the hood, stumbling to a stop directly in front of Fraser, who was standing still and motionless on guard duty. Ray took deep breaths and cracked his neck, obviously trying to regain his composure. He opened his mouth two or three times, trying to speak, and then suddenly he was shouting.
“I don’t know what kind of Mountie crack you’re on, Frase, but I’m not buying it, do you understand?” He emphasized his words with a sharp poke to Fraser’s shoulder. “I know this is a low blow, when you’re on guard duty, but it’s the only time I can be sure you’re listening to me, with none of that blah-blah-blah, Inuit, caribou crap you’re always spouting.”
Ray flung up his hands, spun in a circle, and poked Fraser in the chest. “I don’t want it, okay? I don’t know what you’re thinking, God forbid you should tell me what you’re thinking, so I don’t know what’s going on, okay? I mean, maybe you think you’re being noble, maybe you think you’re not worth it, maybe you think I’m not worth it, who the fuck knows?”
Ray leaned in and put his face right in front of Fraser’s. “But I do know this, Fraser: you can take your ‘freedom’ and shove it! I don’t want it! I don’t want to play around, I just want you!”
Ray froze, an expression of horror on his face. He threw up his hands again. “Look at this! Do you see how completely bugfuck you make me? I’m trying to have a serious relationship talk with you, and I’m quoting fucking ‘Wham!’ lyrics! I don’t believe this! My love life is reduced to a crappy 80’s song!”
He poked Fraser again. “Do you see what you do to me, do you? Do you think you could piss me off this much if I didn’t love you? I swear, Fraser, I swear to God, if I find myself consorting with supermodels and sucking off undercover police officers, it’s going to be your fault! I have never met a more aggravating, annoying—“
Ray’s tirade was interrupted by church bells striking five o’clock. As the last note faded, Fraser grabbed Ray by his shirt, took two steps forward, and shoved Ray up against the side of his car. He leaned his full weight into Ray, shoved his hands in Ray’s hair, and began kissing him slowly, with intent. In between kisses he murmured, “Never going to give you up, never going to let you down, never going to run around and hurt you.”
Ray smiled against Fraser’s mouth. “You got the wrong femmey English singer there, Frase.” Fraser halted his kisses and slowly, deliberately placed his hat Ray’s head. “Shut up and kiss me,” he said, and once again late afternoon on Stetson Avenue was silent.
536 words of barely-edited F/K fluff
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
and god alone knows the last time i managed to do a challenge, so here it is:
The late afternoon silence of Stetson Avenue was broken by the low, rumbling growl of a powerful engine. A glossy black Pontiac GTO roared down the street, made a perfect 180-degree turn, and slid to a stop directly in front of the Canadian Consulate with a spray of gravel.
Ray flung himself out of the car, slammed the door, and slid across the left corner of the hood, stumbling to a stop directly in front of Fraser, who was standing still and motionless on guard duty. Ray took deep breaths and cracked his neck, obviously trying to regain his composure. He opened his mouth two or three times, trying to speak, and then suddenly he was shouting.
“I don’t know what kind of Mountie crack you’re on, Frase, but I’m not buying it, do you understand?” He emphasized his words with a sharp poke to Fraser’s shoulder. “I know this is a low blow, when you’re on guard duty, but it’s the only time I can be sure you’re listening to me, with none of that blah-blah-blah, Inuit, caribou crap you’re always spouting.”
Ray flung up his hands, spun in a circle, and poked Fraser in the chest. “I don’t want it, okay? I don’t know what you’re thinking, God forbid you should tell me what you’re thinking, so I don’t know what’s going on, okay? I mean, maybe you think you’re being noble, maybe you think you’re not worth it, maybe you think I’m not worth it, who the fuck knows?”
Ray leaned in and put his face right in front of Fraser’s. “But I do know this, Fraser: you can take your ‘freedom’ and shove it! I don’t want it! I don’t want to play around, I just want you!”
Ray froze, an expression of horror on his face. He threw up his hands again. “Look at this! Do you see how completely bugfuck you make me? I’m trying to have a serious relationship talk with you, and I’m quoting fucking ‘Wham!’ lyrics! I don’t believe this! My love life is reduced to a crappy 80’s song!”
He poked Fraser again. “Do you see what you do to me, do you? Do you think you could piss me off this much if I didn’t love you? I swear, Fraser, I swear to God, if I find myself consorting with supermodels and sucking off undercover police officers, it’s going to be your fault! I have never met a more aggravating, annoying—“
Ray’s tirade was interrupted by church bells striking five o’clock. As the last note faded, Fraser grabbed Ray by his shirt, took two steps forward, and shoved Ray up against the side of his car. He leaned his full weight into Ray, shoved his hands in Ray’s hair, and began kissing him slowly, with intent. In between kisses he murmured, “Never going to give you up, never going to let you down, never going to run around and hurt you.”
Ray smiled against Fraser’s mouth. “You got the wrong femmey English singer there, Frase.” Fraser halted his kisses and slowly, deliberately placed his hat Ray’s head. “Shut up and kiss me,” he said, and once again late afternoon on Stetson Avenue was silent.
536 words of barely-edited F/K fluff
no subject
Date: 2005-02-22 06:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-22 05:34 pm (UTC)(your icon looks like my cat norman, so cute!)
no subject
Date: 2005-02-22 07:10 am (UTC)But! Shoving-up-against-the-car kissing! So I'll forgive the Rick Astley part.
no subject
Date: 2005-02-22 05:33 pm (UTC)(but then i would probably laugh and point, and that would be rude)
no subject
Date: 2005-02-22 07:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-22 05:34 pm (UTC)thanks! ^__^
no subject
Date: 2005-02-22 08:47 am (UTC)-enjoyed!-
no subject
Date: 2005-02-22 05:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-22 09:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-22 05:36 pm (UTC)someday, though, i'm going to have to write something actually explicit. some day.
no subject
Date: 2005-02-22 10:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-22 05:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-22 11:29 am (UTC):D Rick Astley, yet! And this:
I swear, Fraser, I swear to God, if I find myself consorting with supermodels and sucking off undercover police officers, it’s going to be your fault!
- is sheer brilliance. *g*
no subject
Date: 2005-02-22 05:37 pm (UTC)glad you enjoyed it!
no subject
Date: 2005-02-22 12:23 pm (UTC)LMAO! And you know, I have a big ol' soft spot in my heart for Wham! and Rick Astley (and, actually, vH1's 'I Love the 80s' too), so this was highly amusing crack for me. Heheh.
no subject
Date: 2005-02-22 05:38 pm (UTC)it's like crack
no subject
Date: 2005-02-22 01:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-22 05:39 pm (UTC)(which, BTW, is perfect for this! i could use it as an illustration)
no subject
Date: 2005-02-22 05:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-22 02:01 pm (UTC)WHAM and Rick Astley... greatness!
no subject
Date: 2005-02-22 02:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-22 05:41 pm (UTC)(ok, i am just way too geeky here)
glad you liked it!
no subject
Date: 2005-02-22 05:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-22 02:12 pm (UTC)But. I do love this - too freaking funny, and GO YOU for finding that perfect silent-Fraser moment! and I adore Ray freaking out at him on the steps of the consulate, and I ADORE Ray's MOMENT OF HORROR at realizing what he's just said. Nice!
no subject
Date: 2005-02-22 05:44 pm (UTC)and cause i love you:
But you know that I'll forgive you
Just this once, twice, forever
'cos, baby, you could drag me to hell and back
Just as long as we're together - and you do.
I don't want your freedom, I don't want to play around.
I don't want nobody, baby, part time love just brings me down.
I don't need your freedom, girl, all I want right now is you.
Like a prisoner who has his own key
But I can't escape until you love me.
I just go from day to day knowing all about the other boys.
You take my hand and tell me I'm a fool to give you all that I do.
I bet you, someday, baby, someone says the same to you.
But you know that I'll forgive you just this once, twice, forever ...
I don't want your freedom, I don't want to play around. ...
Can't you see I'm hurting, baby,
You're hurting me, baby, hurting me, baby.
You're hurting me, baby, hurting me, baby.
But you know that I'll forgive you just this once, twice, forever ...
I don't want your freedom, I don't need to play around. ...
I don't want your freedom, I don't want to play around. ...
I don't want your, I don't want your, I don't want your, ...
no subject
Date: 2005-02-22 02:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-22 05:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-22 02:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-22 05:46 pm (UTC)^__^ (now i'm doing it!)
no subject
Date: 2005-02-22 03:01 pm (UTC)Brilliant.
no subject
Date: 2005-02-22 05:46 pm (UTC)(it that icon from the gate/cat mockery thing?)
no subject
Date: 2005-02-22 03:29 pm (UTC)I can just *see* Ray saying all this ...
no subject
Date: 2005-02-22 05:49 pm (UTC)i was struck by lust so strong i think i broke something!!!
::drooooooooool::
oh! um, yeah! thanks and stuff!
::is ded from teh hot::
no subject
Date: 2005-02-22 06:18 pm (UTC)He's such a little strumpet!
no subject
Date: 2005-02-22 05:00 pm (UTC)Loved it.
But I must whap you for sticking that song in my head. *g*
no subject
Date: 2005-02-22 05:50 pm (UTC)glad you liked it. ^__^
no subject
Date: 2005-02-22 06:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-22 08:53 pm (UTC)This whole thing was great. Poor Ray, at the end of his rope to the point that he's making a huge scene in public. ^__^ The imagery from beginning to end is just wonderful.
no subject
Date: 2005-02-25 03:49 am (UTC)