Failsafe
For Team Angst in the DS Match challenge at due South Flashfiction on livejournal.
Auralphilia
For the Stop, Drop, Porn community on livejournal.
Do-Right 
For the Get Fraser Laid Challenge on livejournal.
Extracurricular
For the Get Fraser Laid Challenge on livejournal.
Nine Times Lucky
Elaine smacked her lips when she was sleeping.
Matinée
For the Stop, Drop, Porn community on livejournal.
The Best Parts of Lonely 
For due South Seekrit Santa '05.
Ray Is Not Actually Graphing The History Of His Relationship With Fraser--That Would Be Pathetic, And Ray Is Not Pathetic--But If He Was Graphing It, Even Just In His Own Stressed-Out, Messed-Up Brain, It Might Look Something Like This
The sex has never not been good. That is not the confusing part of Ray-and-Fraser. They are naturals at the sex; the sex is their friend. If there was some kind of sexathalon, the two of them would be All-State, trophy-winning champs.
Puzzles and Priorities
It's only eight o'clock at night, but it's raining hard and there's nothing on TV, so Ray has decided him and Fraser ought to go to bed early and fuck.
The Drive Home
Ray's tired.
April After All
He knows this place, this hopeful place you get to after The Land of Fucked and Miserable; he's been in this place before.
Under The Skin
For the "Fuck or Die" challenge at dS Flashfiction.
Ready Steady Go
For the Timed Kissing challenge on livejournal.
Queer Luck
For the "Genderfuck" challenge at dS Flashfiction.
Dirty
For the "Dirty" challenge at dS Flashfiction.
Transitivity
For the "Lie/Lay" challenge at dS Flashfiction.
Cuffs
It's dim in here, just the one lamp on Ray's bedside table turned on, all the blinds drawn closed. Ray is standing barefoot in the middle of the bedroom floor, and Fraser is taking off Ray's clothes.
Untitled
In the mirror that morning, Fraser's face is too pale. His eyes are ringed with shadows, as though punched; his mouth looks hard and bitter. "Enough of this," he murmurs. "Enough."
The Deal
Ray watches Kowalski disappear around the corner, then leans back against the wall and lets his eyes close. "Ah, hell," he says aloud.
Discretion
See, it's not like Frannie planned on falling for a girl.
Roundabout
Ray smiled, his eyes still closed. "Goat's milk," he murmured. "Even your grandparents are freaks.
Stripped
For the "Naked Without Sex" challenge at dS Flashfiction.
Recompense
For due South Seekrit Santa '04.
Black Ice 
For the "Ice" challenge at dS Flashfiction.
Evidence 
For the "Seven Deadly Sins" challenge at dS Flashfiction.
Minutiae
For the "Seven Deadly Sins" challenge at dS Flashfiction.
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