Fall by Mia
Fraser felt his dignity slide from him like a
robe. He wondered if this were finally the bottom—intoxicated on Ray’s sofa
in the middle of the night, begging him—or if he had further to fall.
Rational by Viridian5
The new Ray had thrown himself into his role and
at me so quickly and recklessly that he'd already been in deep within my
personal space before I could summon the presence of mind to object.
Palimpsest by M. Fae Glasgow
There's someone I want to look at me different
from how they see me right now, only I don't know what to say to make that
happen. You said you'd be better at this than me, and you're the guy with
the big words and the quotes and the memorized Paradise Lost, so go ahead,
be my guest, do this better than me."
First Person Imperfect by Stormy
Nominated for 2003
Huggy Award For Best Zine Story in Other
Cop/Spy/Detective Category
I’m focusing intently on his face, determined to remember this moment
for all time, this picture of sated, sweaty, messy masculine beauty. Because
I shall never see him again. Of this I’m sure.
…and the Cow Jumped Over the Moon by
Eugenie Chua
They tied me to the pole next
to Frase, and I swear his eyes nearly popped outta their sockets when he saw
me. I wiggled a little, just to give him something to think about. Another
couple of guys came up and started piling some stuff at my feet. They were
surrounding me and Fraser with... lamb chops.
Mangy Dog by Speranza
Won 2003
Huggy Award For
Best Zine Writer in Other Cop/Spy/Detective Category
Ray opened his eyes and showed him the ghost of a smile. His lips moved, and
Fraser could see the word: Hey. But no sound came out of Ray's mouth.
Instead, the voice Fraser heard was his father's, echoing loud in his head:
What do you want a mangy dog like that for? |
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The Whole Enchilada
by Pares & Laura Shapiro
Fraser was yelling now. It made his throat sore,
and he could feel the blood in his face. “What the hell am I supposed to do
when you kiss me and run? When you tell me you want to be with me, and then
moon over your ex-wife? What am I to infer from that?”
Scar Tissue by MR
“Ray.” I consider for a moment what tone to use.
Command will only make him more stubborn. Of course, right now so would
reasonable, pleading, and probably seductive. I settle for mildly irritated.
“Did we or did we not promise each other when we started this relationship
that we would have no secrets?”
Food for Thought by
Sihaya Black
Churchill gave Fraser a comradely grin. “I never
could figure out if Michael always had a thing about monogamy,” he said, “or
if it developed because he had to share Ray for so long.”
Six Feet Under by
Barb G.
The locking mechanism slid open (not like before,
I wasn’t thinking of before) and Fraser was there, standing in the hall. The
light around him made him into a dark shadow, but it was a Fraser-shaped
shadow, and it was good.
Superfreaky by
cmshaw
Fraser’s skin was hot under the thin fabric, and
when Fraser took his other hand lightly he could feel that Fraser’s palm was
sweating. It was hot in here, definitely hot, and Ray’s bra straps itched
more than his shoulder holster ever had.
And Life Continues
by Jacquez H. Valentine
“It’s a stupid story, Fraser. It wouldn’t happen.
First of all, Turnbull wouldn’t run for office, because I happen to know
he’s kinked for the uniform. And Stella hates Florida. It’s not a good
story.” |
