Fic: Recalled. NC-17.

[roadstergal.livejournal.com]

Title: Recalled
Authors: kahvi and roadstergal
Pairings: Rimmer/Lister
Rating: NC-17, for this part (6 of 6).
Disclaimer: We do not own them, and we make no money from this.
Note: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5. This part takes place during and after Out Of Time; spoilers through there.

"Wha, the EPGC? They sent me a letter. I tore it up."

Comments

[lady-draco.livejournal.com]

Mmm ... mansex. Twice!

:)

Hokay, that was like insanely hawt. Quite a lot of bits in there made me laugh. Especially Rimmer fainting. *snort* That was funny. Hehehe.

Now, I think there should be much more of these, posted regularly (ie: every day) so that I can get my nice dose of the mansex.

Whee!

Well done as usual, you two =D

[eviltigerlily.livejournal.com]

Guh... Hawtness...
That was great. Sweet ending. And chained and oiled Rimmer. (sorry I can't be more coherent right now)

[noirenails.livejournal.com]

Yay :D My, has this been a good morning ...just a few quotes before I comment on the entire fic:

- Had they belonged to anyone else, the poetically inclined might be moved to describe them as butterflies, but in this case... well, moths, perhaps.
Hee! I love sentences like that :D You both put such delightful sentences in their minds. One of my favourites ever is "Wonderful. He was about to kiss a smug-faced gimboid, and his boots were dull." in Catcall pt 1.

- The Space Corps Directives were very clear on subordinates following the instructions of superior officers during illicit unions, but they had nothing to suggest for when the superior officer had no smegging clue what he was supposed to be doing.
Oh, Rimmer. I do love you.

- "Yes, I'm full of party tricks," Rimmer muttered, looking down at himself.
Heeehehehe :D

- a somewhat crimson-shaded Rimmer gave him a curt, but meaningful nod as he went to join the Cat for cockpit duty.
*embarrassing "aww" sounds*

- "Do women really like sock suspenders, or was it just the other-me?"
Hey, I like them! Don't really know why, though. Perhaps they're like garters on men. On other news, this whole scene is burning hot <33

- He stroked it a few times, letting himself enjoy it, making sure Rimmer saw. Yes, the hologram did; he was licking his lips as he stared at it
...hell, yes.

- "I'm going to go rob a bank," Rimmer replied, with certainty.
*grin!*

- Rimmer quietly and carefully slid out of the bunk, and started to shuffle through the abysmal mess on Lister's dresser, looking for his camera. Blackmail opportunities of this magnitude never came twice.
Oh god, my love for this man knows no boundaries :D

..."just a few quotes" my arse. Ah well. You know already that I really, really love this fic :) It's completely lovely and hot and I could see it happening. And the fact that all the six parts of it happen so... continuously during the actual series is just wonderful. And you make the boys so in character, it's almost scary!

You really managed to make my Sunday morning very, very enjoyable. Thank you :)

[tawg.livejournal.com]

Forgive me, I think I've quoted damn near the whole thing...

He remembered something that Frank had laughingly said to Howard while elbowing him in the ribs.
Yay for mentioning Rimmer’s family. I mean, the rest of the Rimmer herd shaped who he is so much. It’s good that you worked them into this… trying time of Arnie’s.

Lister leaned down again to lick it, wanting to lick every part of the man in turn. He'd need some sort of chart to check them off, so as not to miss anything.
Proof that Rimmer has been an active influence on Lister. Of course, if it were Rimmer making the chart it’d all be divinely shaded with such painstaking detail that Lister would’ve passed on and been brought back as a hologram by the time it was finished… and that would require a whole new chart.

They looked like liquorice treats, or panic buttons, or...
Oh, this bit really kind of hit home Lister’s under nourishment and Rimmer’s concern. Panic buttons indeed.

"I have to make fun of you... for something. Since I'm a smeghead."
Once again, a very apt summary of Rimmer’s character, and his purpose. I think Rimmer’s consistent criticisms and jibes do drive Lister to prove himself, to make use of his potential… and give him an eating disorder. *smacks Rimmer*

give the git a goited clue
Oh, try saying that when you’re drunk.

It was generally agreed that Rimmer's body was not one meant for display
The boy needs to start spending time on CBP.

Lister wanted his balls to match his uniform?
Made of velour?

There was no taste there, either, and that body glistening with simulated sweat
Oh God’s yes. I really adore how you’ve played with Rimmer’s hologramatic status. It all seems very… probably I guess. You don’t give his body any attributes that don’t make sense, like his projection tasting of something.

Holograms hovered uncertainly outside doors, biting nails that would re-grow even before the bitten-off fragments hit the floor in a shower of tiny blue sparks.

That’s a beautiful image, it says so much without actually, y’know, saying it.

AJ Rimmer, intrepid commander! Not Smeghead, chained to a post and having his libido tweaked by Lister


The EPGC was hilarious. And it was good because it was true to their individual senses of humour, but with all the aggravation removed. That was a very intimate scene, and it made sense damnit! The whole arc led up to that moment very smoothly, very delicately.

Aww, and then you hit us with Peterson angst! Bad! And by bad, I mean good. Because it’s written so well, and it explores the characters, and it’s quite a beautiful subplot. But it cancels out the warm fuzzies. Hear that? No fuzzies whatsoever!

... pleasewritemore.

[nessaancalime.livejournal.com]

I've finally gotten around to your newest epic :-) Love the stuff you write together. Still a bit foggy to me what happened three thousand years ago, but it is obviously a bit foggy to the boys too ::g::
Ah, finally someone letting Lister give in to his urges and tie Rimmer up for some oiling - there's no way that could not make an impression.