whine!

[schmerica]

La la la, today is a day of PAIN. My poor right ear, which I have never treated with anything but respect and kindness, has decided to TURN on me and reward me with omg OW, so much discomfort. speshope is taking me to the health center later to see if it's infected, but really all I want is to curl up in bed and feel sorry for myself.

This is all to say: comment porn would be WAY appreciate. I would love and cuddle it and make a new home for it within my heart.

Pretty images in my mind: Dan and Duck kissing in a dark bedroom on a warm summer evening. Ray Kowalski on his knees clutching the headboard while Fraser fucks him, all solid and hard and even. Or Fraser lying on the bed while Ray kneels over him and holds his cock in his hand, rubbing it over Fraser's mouth. Or pretty much anything that has to do with sleep. And snuggling. Because I am weak!

Here, have a screencap of CKR and Don McKellar kissing and looking silly in Last Night.

Comments

[aukestrel.livejournal.com]

Whoa! I hate Windows! I think I had a comment and it disappeared!

ANyway. Awww, and I don't mean CKR kissing another guy, which is more of a ÿay!" thing.

Do you have a heating pad handy? Heat can help ear pain.

Wish I COULD write you comment porn, or any porn, but people keep walking up to my computer and expecting me to WORk. Sheesh.

You can soooo tell

[kormantic.livejournal.com]

that CKR is smiling, too. heh. They're such dorks. ::beams at them fondly::

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Dude, weird -- I got both comments in my email.

I don't have a heating pad, but it did help when I was taking a really hot shower earlier. Maybe I'll try with just a really warm washcloth.

Work! Bah!

Re: You can soooo tell

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

So dorky! So cute!

[starfishchick]

Oh, poor thing! Feel better soon!

I have no porn of my own, but I can't leave you with nothing. Check your email.)

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Yay!

Comment Porn = what earache?

[mousewrites.livejournal.com]

The headboard was solid and unmoving under his hands. Which was good, because the solidness behind him was anything but unmoving. Ray bit back a moan at a particularly deep thrust, and rested his forehead on the wood.

It was a good bed. Strong, unshakeable. He was glad it was in his life. He could depend on this bed; it was always there for him, supporting him. Not like his last bed. His last bed was wiggly and complained at almost everything, and he had to be very, very careful about how he lay in it. Eventually it dropped out from under him, leaving him cold on the ground. Even so, even with everything it had done to him, he was crushed when it was gone, and had slept on the couch for a while, unable to think about getting a new one. Heck, this one he haden't even been looking for. He doesn't even remember exactly when he got it, he just looked up one day and there it was.

This bed, this wonderful, marvelous bed, this one would hold him up, keep him steady, not break under the pressure of his hands. It rarely made real noise, just kept up an almost constant murmur as he settled into it, and it never complained.

He was happy with this bed.

Fraser's hands held him steady, warm and caloused on his hips. Ray's fingernails dug into the wood, and held on. Held on with all his strength.

This bed wasn't going anywhere.

***

Ok, it ended up much less smutty than I had thought to do. Anyway, I hope you feel better soon!

[http://users.livejournal.com/_inbetween_/]

See, and I will hate myself eternally because I was not brave enough to ask more about Don's current relationship with Callum *headwall* and the production company for cutting out the kiss from the broadcasted version *pets retail copy*

Re: Comment Porn = what earache?

[c-regalis.livejournal.com]

Hee! This is lovely!

I have no porn but I have hugs

[liviapenn.livejournal.com]

He was looking for a long streak of red, for a dash of white jumping around begging for snacks, for a crowd of babes circling like a lot of lonely planets around a big Canadian sun. He *wasn't* looking out for a skinny Polack in an ugly gray coat,so it wasn't his fault he jumped when Kowalski's hand came down on his shoulder. "Little jet lagged, Vecchio? You walked right past me."

"Yeah, well, I wasn't looking for you."

"Yeah, well, like I didn't have anything better to do today than play taxi driver? Fraser had a thing," Kowalski said, twirling his finger in the air and zig-zagging. Universal sign language for Do Not Ask, Canadians Are Weird. Fine, whatever-- Ray let it go.

Kowalski's ride was pretty sweet, a sinister liquid-black rebuilt GTO. White fuzz all over the back seat when Kowalski opened the door for him. Ray sighed and tossed his suitcases in. How hard was it to clean wolf hair off vinyl anyway?

*

Fraser was waiting outside the Consulate when they pulled up.

"Benny!" Ray yelled, arms thrown wide, and Fraser grinned. He actually squeezed back when Ray closed his arms around him.

"Ray," he said, and he laughed against Ray's ear, and he sounded nothing but happy. Ray had never touched Fraser much when they were partners. Not on purpose, it wasn't a *thing*, it was just that Fraser had never seemed to know what to do with it, on account of being weird and Canadian. But in the last year or two, someone had obviously showed him what to do with his arms when you got hugged. Benny, laughing and hugging people-- who knew? It was good.

"Hey, get a room!" yelled some jerkoff across the street.

"Suck it hard!" Kowalski yelled, behind Ray's back, and Ray grinned. He pounded Fraser's shoulder one last time with his fist and let go.

"Ray," Fraser said, trying to school his face into something like reproof for Kowalski, and wow, that was different too-- he'd never had to *try*, not back in the day.

"What, Fraser, what? Some jackass wants to shout across the block--"

"One would think that considering your own clearly stated opinions on the subject of public displays of affection, it's a bit--" Fraser said, and Ray blinked at him. Had Fraser just *interrupted*?

[liviapenn.livejournal.com]

"It's hardly what? Hardly what, like me? I am vast, Fraser, I contain multitudes, as you well know. Get in the car. Get a *room*," he repeated, laughing as he slid behind the wheel.

"What's so funny about that?" Fraser said, squishing into the back with Ray's suitcases.

"Because you're *Fraser*," Kowalski said, grinning. "You don't get a room."

"I could get a room." Fraser said, apparently in a contrary mood.

"You could not," Kowalski said, and started the car. "Look at how hard I had to lean on you to get you in an *apartment*. You could get the back of a snowmobile, or you could get an office at the Consulate-du-Canada, but a room? No." He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, checking his view in the rearview mirror. "An igloo, maybe. You could get an igloo."

"That's entirely ridiculous, Ray."

"He could get a lean-to," Ray contributed, only feeling a little ignored as Kowalski pulled out onto the street. Really, Fraser was probably just being polite, not asking him about Florida. Fraser had a new apartment now-- they'd have plenty of time to talk later, just the two of them. Without Kowalski, of course, because Fraser couldn't really ask "Ray my good friend, how has life been in the southern territory of Florida" with Kowalski right there, since any answer Ray gave would be on the order of "Life is good, life with Stella-- Stella Kowalski to be exact-- love of the Polack's life since childhood? Yeah, that Stella."

"Oh, a lean-to, good one," Kowalski said. "Or maybe a Musical Ride."

"Would a one-room cabin not count as 'a room,' Ray?" Fraser asked, a little bit of steel sliding into his voice, and Ray looked over at Kowalski, still drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, all hyped and full of nervous energy, just like Stella described him. Except this wasn't nervous energy-- this was just plain *nervous*. And okay, maybe he'd walked right past Kowalski at the airport, maybe he didn't know the guy all that well, but he knew *Fraser*, that was for damn sure, so that was when Ray realized that Fraser and Kowalski were, you know. *Doing it*.

"Oh my *God!*" he yelled. "You guys are doing it!"

Fraser sat up very straight. Kowalski nearly crashed the car into some nuns. "Oh my God," Ray said. "Oh my God!"

[mousewrites.livejournal.com]

This has me grinning like a loon.

Re: Comment Porn = what earache?

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Awwwww, yay!

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

and the production company for cutting out the kiss from the broadcasted version *pets retail copy*

Dude, seriously? I didn't know that!

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Eeeeeeeeeeeee! Man, hugs are JUST as good as porn! Especially when you have RayV cuteness and Fraser cuteness and RayK cuteness!

*CUDDLES YOU LIKE WHOA*

[http://users.livejournal.com/_inbetween_/]

Yup. To be fair, I think all of the last-night-scenarios in that series were supposed to be only one hour, but I was still feeling very bereft when I saw it on TV. Also thought I might have gone crazy and imagined it.

[china_shop]

OMG, this is just wonderful! *loves*