DS Story, Holiday: Canadian Thanksgiving
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ds_noticeboardTitle: Holiday: Canadian Thanksgiving
Author: Grey/Grey853
Fandom: Due South
Pairing: Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski
Rating: Explicit
Tags/Warnings: male slash, explicit language, alternate universe-canon divergent, romance, holiday, Canadian Thanksgiving
Word Count: 7,852
Summary: Ray experiences his first Thanksgiving Canadian style.
Link:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/50954377
Snippet:
In well practiced movements, Fraser served up toast and oatmeal to Ray before getting a small bowl for himself. He handed Ray his toast and then sat down across from him. Ray grinned as he watched his partner slather on the butter and jam before digging into his oatmeal. One thing Ray always appreciated about Fraser was he wasn’t shy when it came to eating like he was starved. Hell, once he let go, Fraser did everything with gusto. After a few bites, Fraser glanced up and frowned. ″What?″
″I love watching you eat.″
Fraser shook his head in amusement and then ate another bite before wiping his mouth. ″I never knew you were so easily entertained.″
″Not so easy. I just like the view, especially when it’s a private view.″
Smirking, Fraser teased. ″You’re trying to seduce me. It won’t work.″
″Why not?″
″Because there’s too much to do before tomorrow.″
Ray loved a challenge. He gave Fraser his best come and fuck me expression, his voice low and a bit raspy. ″You sure about that?″
Fraser face reddened slightly and his eyes got suddenly a lot darker. ″Ray...″
″Ray what?″ Standing and moving closer, Ray held out his hand. ″Come on. One hour and you can get back to cooking whatever. I might even help.″
″Now you’re just being threatening.″ But Fraser took Ray’s hand and stood up. He leaned forward and kissed him, his words coming out in a breathy whisper. ″Perhaps an hour’s delay won’t hurt.″
Ray kissed him back, chuckling. ″If it hurts, I’m not doing it right.″
Fraser choked back a laugh as they headed in the direction of the bedroom, never releasing Ray’s hand.
Author: Grey/Grey853
Fandom: Due South
Pairing: Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski
Rating: Explicit
Tags/Warnings: male slash, explicit language, alternate universe-canon divergent, romance, holiday, Canadian Thanksgiving
Word Count: 7,852
Summary: Ray experiences his first Thanksgiving Canadian style.
Link:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/50954377
Snippet:
In well practiced movements, Fraser served up toast and oatmeal to Ray before getting a small bowl for himself. He handed Ray his toast and then sat down across from him. Ray grinned as he watched his partner slather on the butter and jam before digging into his oatmeal. One thing Ray always appreciated about Fraser was he wasn’t shy when it came to eating like he was starved. Hell, once he let go, Fraser did everything with gusto. After a few bites, Fraser glanced up and frowned. ″What?″
″I love watching you eat.″
Fraser shook his head in amusement and then ate another bite before wiping his mouth. ″I never knew you were so easily entertained.″
″Not so easy. I just like the view, especially when it’s a private view.″
Smirking, Fraser teased. ″You’re trying to seduce me. It won’t work.″
″Why not?″
″Because there’s too much to do before tomorrow.″
Ray loved a challenge. He gave Fraser his best come and fuck me expression, his voice low and a bit raspy. ″You sure about that?″
Fraser face reddened slightly and his eyes got suddenly a lot darker. ″Ray...″
″Ray what?″ Standing and moving closer, Ray held out his hand. ″Come on. One hour and you can get back to cooking whatever. I might even help.″
″Now you’re just being threatening.″ But Fraser took Ray’s hand and stood up. He leaned forward and kissed him, his words coming out in a breathy whisper. ″Perhaps an hour’s delay won’t hurt.″
Ray kissed him back, chuckling. ″If it hurts, I’m not doing it right.″
Fraser choked back a laugh as they headed in the direction of the bedroom, never releasing Ray’s hand.
