Discovered in a Christmas Cracker - Day 28: First Date
Today I offer you a tale of the lads' anniversary. Enjoy!
Doyle regarded his partner fondly. He loved watching Bodie wake up. He leaned closer.
‘Morning,’ he whispered.
Long eyelashes quivered. That perfect nose wrinkled, and a pink tongue stole out to lick sculpted lips.
‘Bloody hell, how much did we drink last night? My mouth feels like the bottom of a parrot’s cage. Or the bottom of the parrot, thinking about it.’
‘Glad to see the romance hasn’t gone out of our lives.’
Blue eyes glinted.
‘Happy anniversary, Ray.’
Doyle wrapped his arms around his partner and rolled them over, grinning. ‘Bastard.’
‘You didn’t think I’d forgotten, did you?’
‘After… how many years is it now?’
Bodie sat up, regarding the love of his life with a sardonic gaze.
‘You know exactly how many years it is. Probably to the minute, knowing you.’
‘Ah yes, but from the day we met, or from our first date?’
Bodie laughed. ‘D’you remember our first date? I was really nervous about it. Didn’t know what to wear, didn’t know what to say to you that we hadn’t already said over birds and booze and all the rest of it.’
‘Remember it?’ Doyle’s mouth curved in a slow grin. ‘It was ages before I worked out it was a date, sunshine. Couldn’t think why it felt different, you asking me for a drink after work, when we’d done it so many times before.’
They both smiled, thinking back to how it had started…
‘D’you fancy going out tonight? For a drink?’ Bodie was oddly tentative with his suggestion.
‘Yeah - we could get something to eat after, as well?’
‘Yeah, that’d be good. Um… at a restaurant, then?’
‘Great - Mario’s?’
‘Uh, yeah. Pick you up about seven?’
They’d gone out together before, to pubs and clubs and to pick up girls. But this felt different, somehow.
Doyle wondered about this as the rest of the day dragged on. Why was it different? He worried at the problem, turning it over in his head and shooting quick glances at Bodie as if to surprise the answer out of him.
Going to a pub with Bodie. Yes, that was okay. Going for a meal with Bodie. Well, it was more often a takeaway at one flat or the other, but it wasn’t unheard of. Going on the pull with Bodie. Yes, that was a regular occurrence, often ending up double-dating, or more, if they found a couple of adventurous girls. So what was different about this evening? Doyle felt almost… could it be - shy?
He brooded some more, pulling the moment back out of his memory, turning it over and examining it from every angle. Okay, think logically. Go back through the evidence, step by step. What had actually happened?
He’d been making them tea, and he’d taken it over to Bodie, after making sure it had just the right amount of milk. He’d handed it over, steadying the mug until his partner had a good grip, and their fingers had brushed.
Bodie had thanked him, and then, before Doyle had let go of the mug completely, Bodie had tilted his head slightly to one side and had asked him -
Was that it? Bodie didn’t normally ask, as such. He’d make a suggestion, or preface it with a question about Doyle’s plans for the evening. This sounded - this sounded like a bloke asking a bird out on a date, when he wasn’t really sure if the bird fancied him or not. Sort of - tentative. Well, not Bodie, obviously. Bodie was never tentative about anything to do with women and dates. Treat ‘em rough and leave ‘em wanting, was his attitude, and it seemed to work well enough.
So - a date? The two of them? Sex between them had crossed Doyle’s mind often enough, leaving his prick standing to attention and an ache in his balls that took a while to dissipate. It was something about watching all that creamy, smooth skin flexing over strong muscle. And later, on double dates, seeing the taut buttocks contracting as Bodie thrust into a girl over and over again - that was more of a turn on than whatever Doyle’s girl was doing, to be honest.
But he’d never quite done anything about it. And now - just perhaps - Bodie was. Doyle’s spirits picked up. He was looking forward to tonight, after all.
Later, when he opened the door to Bodie’s Fantasia for Bell and Knocker, Doyle looked at his partner in this new light. Bodie had made an effort, Doyle could tell. The suit was new, and the tie was one Doyle himself had picked out when yet another of Bodie’s hadn’t survived a chase and a scramble over rooftops.
Come to that, Doyle had also made an effort, selecting the green moleskins that clung so well to his hips, and teaming them with a dark green shirt and the cream woollen jacket that was soft to the touch.
‘Shall we?’ Bodie’s gesture towards the door ended with his hand possessively in the small of Doyle’s back, ostensibly ushering him out of the flat.
They were. They were definitely dating. Doyle gave a shiver of happy anticipation, and headed for the lift with a spring in his step…
Lost in a happy haze of nostalgia, Doyle ran a practiced hand down Bodie’s body. More hair than there used to be on his chest, a little less on his head - but still the same smooth, creamy skin, firm muscles and luscious behind. Okay, so they’d both spread a little round the middle and obviously the muscle tone wasn’t what it used to be thirty-five years ago, but hey, life was good, wasn’t it? Even if Bodie had to watch his cholesterol intake and Doyle’s rheumatism played up a bit on wet days. He sighed, suddenly depressed.
‘Oi, what’s all that about?’
‘We’re getting old, Bodie.’
Bodie laughed.
‘Better than the alternative, isn’t it? When you think how many times we could have died on the job - hell, you did, once - I think it’s bloody marvellous that we’re still here, mate.’
‘I guess so.’ Doyle sounded unconvinced.
‘Oh, come on, Ray, you can’t be depressed on our anniversary. How about if I cheer you up? Remind you of what we did when we got back to your flat, eh?’
‘What - when I spilled brandy all over you and you fell out of the chair?’
‘No, I wasn’t thinking of that bit. Try again.’
‘The bit when I stood on my belt buckle and then fell over my jeans?
Bodie flung himself flat on his back, huffing loudly.
‘What was it you were saying earlier about the romance going out of our lives? Here I am, trying to cheer you up with remembrances of our first time, and here you are dragging up all the things that went bloody wrong.’
‘Aw, don’t be like that, Bodie! It was because it was all my dreams come true, sunshine - there you were, as hot for me as I was for you, and I was so clumsy I couldn’t do anything right!’
Bodie chuckled, and rolled over again in one smooth movement.
‘Came like ruddy teenagers, didn’t we? Don’t think I actually managed to get my cock out of my trousers, the first time.’
Doyle snorted with laughter.
‘Yeah, I do remember, thinking about it. You with a great wet patch on your flies, and me with one leg still in my jeans ‘cos I’d been in too much of a hurry to take my shoe off and I’d got stuck.’
They laughed together, finding the memory of their youthful, desperate selves to be funnier, seen through the telescope of age, than it had ever been at the time.
‘I’d wanted to be so smooth and sophisticated. Wanted to make you feel like a million dollars, and make it so good for you you’d never go back to girls. An’ there I was, panting and with a sticky crotch.’
‘And I was desperate not to let you know that it was more or less my first time, in case you thought it wouldn’t be any good. And I was so bowled over by the sight of you, all naked and gorgeous, I forgot to take my watch off and caught your pubes in the strap, remember?’
They both winced at the same time, grinning.
‘At least we can say we’ve improved since our first time.’
‘Yeah, well, wouldn’t be difficult, would it?’
The laughter stilled, and they looked at one another, caught in love and memories.
‘Love you, Ray. Always will.’
‘Love you too, Bodie. Now come here, you soppy git, and let’s celebrate this anniversary properly.’
‘You sweet-talker, you. You could -‘ Bodie’s voice tailed off as both mobile phones, parked on the bedside tables, rang at once.
They looked at each other.
‘Didn’t this happen the first time as well?’
‘Destined to be interrupted, mate, that’s us.
As one, they reached for the phones, as one they scrambled for clothes, and as one they rushed out of the flat. Reaching HQ they were instantly embroiled in co-ordinating a sudden gang raid with political overtones and all thoughts of anniversaries went out of their heads, until, in the briefing, Bodie mouthed ‘Later’ at his partner.
Doyle was suddenly, and happily, overcome with lust and nostalgia. It sounded like a date to him.
Title: First Date
Author: Murphybabe
Slash or Gen: slash
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Length: c1500 words
Archive at ProsLib/Circuit: Yes
Disclaimer: They’re not mine, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Doyle regarded his partner fondly. He loved watching Bodie wake up. He leaned closer.
‘Morning,’ he whispered.
Long eyelashes quivered. That perfect nose wrinkled, and a pink tongue stole out to lick sculpted lips.
‘Bloody hell, how much did we drink last night? My mouth feels like the bottom of a parrot’s cage. Or the bottom of the parrot, thinking about it.’
‘Glad to see the romance hasn’t gone out of our lives.’
Blue eyes glinted.
‘Happy anniversary, Ray.’
Doyle wrapped his arms around his partner and rolled them over, grinning. ‘Bastard.’
‘You didn’t think I’d forgotten, did you?’
‘After… how many years is it now?’
Bodie sat up, regarding the love of his life with a sardonic gaze.
‘You know exactly how many years it is. Probably to the minute, knowing you.’
‘Ah yes, but from the day we met, or from our first date?’
Bodie laughed. ‘D’you remember our first date? I was really nervous about it. Didn’t know what to wear, didn’t know what to say to you that we hadn’t already said over birds and booze and all the rest of it.’
‘Remember it?’ Doyle’s mouth curved in a slow grin. ‘It was ages before I worked out it was a date, sunshine. Couldn’t think why it felt different, you asking me for a drink after work, when we’d done it so many times before.’
They both smiled, thinking back to how it had started…
‘D’you fancy going out tonight? For a drink?’ Bodie was oddly tentative with his suggestion.
‘Yeah - we could get something to eat after, as well?’
‘Yeah, that’d be good. Um… at a restaurant, then?’
‘Great - Mario’s?’
‘Uh, yeah. Pick you up about seven?’
They’d gone out together before, to pubs and clubs and to pick up girls. But this felt different, somehow.
Doyle wondered about this as the rest of the day dragged on. Why was it different? He worried at the problem, turning it over in his head and shooting quick glances at Bodie as if to surprise the answer out of him.
Going to a pub with Bodie. Yes, that was okay. Going for a meal with Bodie. Well, it was more often a takeaway at one flat or the other, but it wasn’t unheard of. Going on the pull with Bodie. Yes, that was a regular occurrence, often ending up double-dating, or more, if they found a couple of adventurous girls. So what was different about this evening? Doyle felt almost… could it be - shy?
He brooded some more, pulling the moment back out of his memory, turning it over and examining it from every angle. Okay, think logically. Go back through the evidence, step by step. What had actually happened?
He’d been making them tea, and he’d taken it over to Bodie, after making sure it had just the right amount of milk. He’d handed it over, steadying the mug until his partner had a good grip, and their fingers had brushed.
Bodie had thanked him, and then, before Doyle had let go of the mug completely, Bodie had tilted his head slightly to one side and had asked him -
Was that it? Bodie didn’t normally ask, as such. He’d make a suggestion, or preface it with a question about Doyle’s plans for the evening. This sounded - this sounded like a bloke asking a bird out on a date, when he wasn’t really sure if the bird fancied him or not. Sort of - tentative. Well, not Bodie, obviously. Bodie was never tentative about anything to do with women and dates. Treat ‘em rough and leave ‘em wanting, was his attitude, and it seemed to work well enough.
So - a date? The two of them? Sex between them had crossed Doyle’s mind often enough, leaving his prick standing to attention and an ache in his balls that took a while to dissipate. It was something about watching all that creamy, smooth skin flexing over strong muscle. And later, on double dates, seeing the taut buttocks contracting as Bodie thrust into a girl over and over again - that was more of a turn on than whatever Doyle’s girl was doing, to be honest.
But he’d never quite done anything about it. And now - just perhaps - Bodie was. Doyle’s spirits picked up. He was looking forward to tonight, after all.
Later, when he opened the door to Bodie’s Fantasia for Bell and Knocker, Doyle looked at his partner in this new light. Bodie had made an effort, Doyle could tell. The suit was new, and the tie was one Doyle himself had picked out when yet another of Bodie’s hadn’t survived a chase and a scramble over rooftops.
Come to that, Doyle had also made an effort, selecting the green moleskins that clung so well to his hips, and teaming them with a dark green shirt and the cream woollen jacket that was soft to the touch.
‘Shall we?’ Bodie’s gesture towards the door ended with his hand possessively in the small of Doyle’s back, ostensibly ushering him out of the flat.
They were. They were definitely dating. Doyle gave a shiver of happy anticipation, and headed for the lift with a spring in his step…
Lost in a happy haze of nostalgia, Doyle ran a practiced hand down Bodie’s body. More hair than there used to be on his chest, a little less on his head - but still the same smooth, creamy skin, firm muscles and luscious behind. Okay, so they’d both spread a little round the middle and obviously the muscle tone wasn’t what it used to be thirty-five years ago, but hey, life was good, wasn’t it? Even if Bodie had to watch his cholesterol intake and Doyle’s rheumatism played up a bit on wet days. He sighed, suddenly depressed.
‘Oi, what’s all that about?’
‘We’re getting old, Bodie.’
Bodie laughed.
‘Better than the alternative, isn’t it? When you think how many times we could have died on the job - hell, you did, once - I think it’s bloody marvellous that we’re still here, mate.’
‘I guess so.’ Doyle sounded unconvinced.
‘Oh, come on, Ray, you can’t be depressed on our anniversary. How about if I cheer you up? Remind you of what we did when we got back to your flat, eh?’
‘What - when I spilled brandy all over you and you fell out of the chair?’
‘No, I wasn’t thinking of that bit. Try again.’
‘The bit when I stood on my belt buckle and then fell over my jeans?
Bodie flung himself flat on his back, huffing loudly.
‘What was it you were saying earlier about the romance going out of our lives? Here I am, trying to cheer you up with remembrances of our first time, and here you are dragging up all the things that went bloody wrong.’
‘Aw, don’t be like that, Bodie! It was because it was all my dreams come true, sunshine - there you were, as hot for me as I was for you, and I was so clumsy I couldn’t do anything right!’
Bodie chuckled, and rolled over again in one smooth movement.
‘Came like ruddy teenagers, didn’t we? Don’t think I actually managed to get my cock out of my trousers, the first time.’
Doyle snorted with laughter.
‘Yeah, I do remember, thinking about it. You with a great wet patch on your flies, and me with one leg still in my jeans ‘cos I’d been in too much of a hurry to take my shoe off and I’d got stuck.’
They laughed together, finding the memory of their youthful, desperate selves to be funnier, seen through the telescope of age, than it had ever been at the time.
‘I’d wanted to be so smooth and sophisticated. Wanted to make you feel like a million dollars, and make it so good for you you’d never go back to girls. An’ there I was, panting and with a sticky crotch.’
‘And I was desperate not to let you know that it was more or less my first time, in case you thought it wouldn’t be any good. And I was so bowled over by the sight of you, all naked and gorgeous, I forgot to take my watch off and caught your pubes in the strap, remember?’
They both winced at the same time, grinning.
‘At least we can say we’ve improved since our first time.’
‘Yeah, well, wouldn’t be difficult, would it?’
The laughter stilled, and they looked at one another, caught in love and memories.
‘Love you, Ray. Always will.’
‘Love you too, Bodie. Now come here, you soppy git, and let’s celebrate this anniversary properly.’
‘You sweet-talker, you. You could -‘ Bodie’s voice tailed off as both mobile phones, parked on the bedside tables, rang at once.
They looked at each other.
‘Didn’t this happen the first time as well?’
‘Destined to be interrupted, mate, that’s us.
As one, they reached for the phones, as one they scrambled for clothes, and as one they rushed out of the flat. Reaching HQ they were instantly embroiled in co-ordinating a sudden gang raid with political overtones and all thoughts of anniversaries went out of their heads, until, in the briefing, Bodie mouthed ‘Later’ at his partner.
Doyle was suddenly, and happily, overcome with lust and nostalgia. It sounded like a date to him.
Title: First Date
Author: Murphybabe
Slash or Gen: slash
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Length: c1500 words
Archive at ProsLib/Circuit: Yes
Disclaimer: They’re not mine, and no copyright infringement is intended.