I would like to add that the writer of the badfic could well be a teenager. If a grown up Ray is still using the bathroom as his primary pleasuring center? Repressed much?

Word to that, Daniel. While I have spent occasional stretches living on someone's couch, I've pretty much had my own private room in which to get all cozy and comfortable with myself, more or less since adulthood.

I've pretty much had my own private room in which to get all cozy and comfortable with myself, more or less since adulthood.

Heh. This kind of reminds me of the sort of line Bob Hope used to get in the movies, "I'll have you know I've been dressing myself since I was 32!"

Then again, if, as the story seems to be saying, Ray's libido has run amok to the point that he's no longer able to use self-control regarding expression of same... perhaps retiring to a room with a tile floor, ceramic furnishings, and a readily available shower is wise after all.

This discussion takes me back to the days when I had two roommates and one hour each week (11pm to midnight Fridays) when neither would be home. Phone calls and requests to give friends rides home from work were not well received in that hour.

That would be logical, especially considering the distances men are capable of in those fics.

"I'll have you know I've been dressing myself since I was 32!"

::snerk:: Hec. Yeah, I feel like I should be using something like "Hey, baby, I finally have my own room," as a pickup line.

perhaps retiring to a room with a tile floor, ceramic furnishings, and a readily available shower is wise after all.

Hmm... good point, Matt. I mean, the way it's described, it sounds as if Ray is literally shaking back and forth with the violent motion of his whacking.

That's just asking for the stuff to go flying in every conceivable direction.

The writer lets us see into Ray's mind while he and Fraser are having dinner.

All Ray can thinnk about is how hot Fraser is and how much Fraser drives him crazy and how he wants Fraser and needs Fraser. Only less coherent than that. I half expected Ray to lunge across the table, rip Fraser's clothes off, and have his way with him right there.

That's just asking for the stuff to go flying in every conceivable direction.

All I can say is there is good reason an intergalactic traveler always knows where his towel is.

And hopefully washes it frequently.

Sweet Zombie Jesus, I laughed so very much while catching up on this thread.

I'd guess the writer of the fanfic is a teenage girl

You'd hope, but she's been writing dS fic for years and years, in the same inimitable style. She could be a teenager. She could be a middle-aged housewife with three kids. She could even be Victor's ferrets.

It's a crapshoot.

t dances around in joy for having helped make shrift laugh

It was either laugh, or spork my eyes out.