Doyle is surprised from behind
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Where the hell was Bodie? Still asleep? Worse? Long ago images of drunks who'd choked to death on their own vomit rose to haunt him, freezing him for a moment. He shook it off. Not Bodie - and anyway, they hadn't been that drunk last night.
He was just about to slide cautiously into Bodie's bedroom when there was a whisper of sound behind him. He began to turn - he'd not checked the bathroom, he should have checked the bathroom - but it was too late, and he found himself shoved hard against the wall, his hands held firmly above his head, gun useless. A solid body crowded behind him, pressed itself against him from shoulders to arse to thighs.
He closed his eyes, breathed in deeply. "Hello, Bodie," he said.
"Hello, Ray. I was hoping you'd stop by." He pressed his body still more tightly to Doyle's, so that Doyle could feel him - every hard inch of him - hot and alive.
"I was hoping you'd pick me up," Doyle said defiantly, but he could hear his own voice rough with sudden desire. "Or at least answer your phone."
"Car's still down the pub," Bodie said, then paused to trail a series of kisses along Doyle's throat. Bodie knew it was a weakness. Doyle groaned.
"What about Cowley?" he asked, after a heady moment.
"Nah," Bodie murmered into Doyle's ear. "He's probably gone home by now."
That surprised a burst of laughter from Doyle, and when Bodie relaxed behind him, and moved his head to grin back, Doyle took advantage, sliding his hands from Bodie's grip, and turning around.
Bodie pressed their lower bodies back together, and Doyle nearly groaned again.
"I take it..." he began, but broke off when Bodie began a rhythmic movement between them, push and release, push and... "I take it we're no longer expected in at work," he managed.
"Not until Friday," Bodie said, and leaned forward to nudge Doyle's lips with his own.
"Why wasn't... god..." as Bodie pressed them together harder, and took his mouth. "...Why wasn't I told this?" he managed when he could go on, and between hard breaths.
"Wanted to surprise you," Bodie said. "Happy Christmas, Ray."
"And Merry New Year to you too," Doyle managed, before taking control again, and kissing Bodie back, until the bells rang out for both of them.
~ The End ~
Where the hell was Bodie? Still asleep? Worse? Long ago images of drunks who'd choked to death on their own vomit rose to haunt him, freezing him for a moment. He shook it off. Not Bodie - and anyway, they hadn't been that drunk last night.
He was just about to slide cautiously into Bodie's bedroom when there was a whisper of sound behind him. He began to turn - he'd not checked the bathroom, he should have checked the bathroom - but it was too late, and he found himself shoved hard against the wall, his hands held firmly above his head, gun useless. A solid body crowded behind him, pressed itself against him from shoulders to arse to thighs.
He closed his eyes, breathed in deeply. "Hello, Bodie," he said.
"Hello, Ray. I was hoping you'd stop by." He pressed his body still more tightly to Doyle's, so that Doyle could feel him - every hard inch of him - hot and alive.
"I was hoping you'd pick me up," Doyle said defiantly, but he could hear his own voice rough with sudden desire. "Or at least answer your phone."
"Car's still down the pub," Bodie said, then paused to trail a series of kisses along Doyle's throat. Bodie knew it was a weakness. Doyle groaned.
"What about Cowley?" he asked, after a heady moment.
"Nah," Bodie murmered into Doyle's ear. "He's probably gone home by now."
That surprised a burst of laughter from Doyle, and when Bodie relaxed behind him, and moved his head to grin back, Doyle took advantage, sliding his hands from Bodie's grip, and turning around.
Bodie pressed their lower bodies back together, and Doyle nearly groaned again.
"I take it..." he began, but broke off when Bodie began a rhythmic movement between them, push and release, push and... "I take it we're no longer expected in at work," he managed.
"Not until Friday," Bodie said, and leaned forward to nudge Doyle's lips with his own.
"Why wasn't... god..." as Bodie pressed them together harder, and took his mouth. "...Why wasn't I told this?" he managed when he could go on, and between hard breaths.
"Wanted to surprise you," Bodie said. "Happy Christmas, Ray."
"And Merry New Year to you too," Doyle managed, before taking control again, and kissing Bodie back, until the bells rang out for both of them.
~ The End ~