That would be logical, especially considering the distances men are capable of in those fics.
Boxed Set, Vol. 1: Smallville, Due South, Farscape
A topic for the discussion of Farscape, Smallville, and Due South. Beware possible invasions of Stargate, Highlander, or pretty much anything else that captures our fancy. Expect Adult Content and discussion of the Big Gay Sex.
"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.
If/when you catch up on natter, shrift... Pay no attention to the funny/embarassing typo I made involving your name, which I erased, but which lovely Plei preserved for you.
Bwahahaha.
Yeah. No attention. None at all.
t flies natterwards