Loz (lozenger8) wrote,
Loz
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Ficlet 3

Title: 5 Trials, Some Errors
Fandom: due South
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 510 words
Notes: For scriggle, who said "Okay. Due South. F/K. "Just try it. You'll like it.""



“Just try it. You’ll like it.”

1.

Bark tea tastes like piss. Ray knows this because Fraser convinces him to have some. He doesn’t care if it’s the last liquid up here in the cold, wet snow of the freezing NWT. No way, no how, no hell is he ever drinking bark tea again. He’s told Fraser this. Fraser seems to understand. But whether he does or not is besides the point, because Ray’s just going to refuse.

2.

Pemmican is not greatness. The only reason he eats it at all is the look Fraser gives him. The wide-eyed, I’m-too-sexy-for-this-lie look. If he had it his way, pemmican would be eri – ero – era - eliminated from existence. No matter how much Fraser tries to tell him, pemmican is not like beef jerky. It’s not even close to beef jerky. Forget that it’s dried meat or whatever, there’s like, berries and stuff too, and that is so not on.

3.

Riding horses sucks. It’s stupid. He looks like a tool and if there’s one thing Ray can’t handle, it’s looking like a tool and having something chafing at him all at once. Horses don’t like Ray. They set him with an evil glare. He’s ridden a few times and each time it gets worse. He hates it when his ass is sore for no good reason. He needs to find more ways to say ‘no’.

4.

He’s already done the whole climbing thing, so he would have thought he’d have figured it out, but man, mountain hiking is not for him. He just does not get why anyone would put themselves through the strain and torture of it. And this is supposed to be fun. It is supposed to be invigorating. It is supposed to be just the two of them together, so he hates the two Austrian tourists who have appeared out of nowhere and started to share their bark tea and pemmican.


5.

Of all of the things Fraser makes him try, there’s some which make up for any disgust, discomfort or disillusionment.

Like when Fraser says they should try fucking in the early morning, in their sleeping bag, before the sun is really up, Ray is all over that. And okay, maybe Fraser doesn’t quite use those words, but Ray totally speaks Fraser’s language now. When Fraser kisses him, all strong and intense, and then insists they fuck again on the side of a mountain, slow so that they don’t do any damage, yeah, that is great too. Ray’s gotten really excited at the suggestion of handcuffs, because, you know, he won’t admit it, but he’s always been kinda curious. And it turns out, it is exactly what he wants, Fraser’s hands digging into his hips as he rides him and Ray completely unable to reach out and grab hold.

So, Ray figures that even though “Just try it. You’ll like it,” is not what he wants to hear ninety-nine percent of the time, he’ll do so anyway, ‘cause once in a while, Fraser will be righter than right, and once in a while is good enough for Ray.
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