A silly snippet of Pros
byslantedlight needed to see her boys on the flist, and I had been feeling a little guilty at how I hadn't even written so much as a drabble for the lads recently, and the two things combined to critical mass to produce this very silly little snippet.
The Professionals, Bodie/Doyle, 379 words, pgish for sexual references, schmoopy silliness
Luvvy Boy
"Ooo's a luvvy boy, then?" Bodie crooned, while Tom (so named because he was ginger, so ginger tom, so...) weaved his way around his legs, leaving, Doyle was pleased to see, quite a lot of fur behind him. Served Bodie right, taking on that evil feline sod.
"You're daft over that beast."
Bodie just grinned, and bent to pick up Tom, who purred madly and resonantly, all the while blinking at Doyle with irritatingly smug satisfaction. Fur transferred itself to Bodie's black poloneck, although Doyle's attention was drawn more to the strong line of muscle that moved beneath the material.
"Can I help it if we're kindred spirits?" Bodie asked, all blue-eyed, boyish charm.
"That means that you're both hedonistic, lazy gits who'll eat anything on offer, does it?"
Bodie lowered his head, practically nose to nose with Tom. "I think that Ray gets jealous of the attention I pay to you," he murmured. He glanced up and said wickedly, "You roll your eyes like that, sunshine, you'll make yourself dizzy." But after a quick, rough kiss applied between the furry ears, Tom was deposited on the floor, where he squawked twice and then padded with great dignity to the saucers in the corner of the kitchen.
"So, where were we, then?"
Doyle grinned. "More where we need to get to, which would be bed. But you can take that bloody shirt off first."
"Ooh, commanding, aren't we?" Bodie lisped, but he obeyed.
Doyle waited just long enough before he said, " Not like I want any more cat fur all over me, after all. Sheds like nobody's business, your animal."
"Cheeky little bugger," Bodie proclaimed - and pounced. Catching his prey wasn't at all difficult since Doyle was more than willing to be caught, and if he was giggling at the start - well, Bodie knew how to concentrate Doyle's mind on more serious matters. Serious matters attended to, the two men lay in tangled ease on the bed. Doyle sighed, and stretched out, every bit of him. Maybe, maybe he made a growly, happy noise that might have sounded a bit like a purr. Still, Bodie deserved everything he got after he leaned up, stroked one big hand down Doyle's body and crooned, "Oooo's a luvvy boy, then?"
The Professionals, Bodie/Doyle, 379 words, pgish for sexual references, schmoopy silliness
Luvvy Boy
"Ooo's a luvvy boy, then?" Bodie crooned, while Tom (so named because he was ginger, so ginger tom, so...) weaved his way around his legs, leaving, Doyle was pleased to see, quite a lot of fur behind him. Served Bodie right, taking on that evil feline sod.
"You're daft over that beast."
Bodie just grinned, and bent to pick up Tom, who purred madly and resonantly, all the while blinking at Doyle with irritatingly smug satisfaction. Fur transferred itself to Bodie's black poloneck, although Doyle's attention was drawn more to the strong line of muscle that moved beneath the material.
"Can I help it if we're kindred spirits?" Bodie asked, all blue-eyed, boyish charm.
"That means that you're both hedonistic, lazy gits who'll eat anything on offer, does it?"
Bodie lowered his head, practically nose to nose with Tom. "I think that Ray gets jealous of the attention I pay to you," he murmured. He glanced up and said wickedly, "You roll your eyes like that, sunshine, you'll make yourself dizzy." But after a quick, rough kiss applied between the furry ears, Tom was deposited on the floor, where he squawked twice and then padded with great dignity to the saucers in the corner of the kitchen.
"So, where were we, then?"
Doyle grinned. "More where we need to get to, which would be bed. But you can take that bloody shirt off first."
"Ooh, commanding, aren't we?" Bodie lisped, but he obeyed.
Doyle waited just long enough before he said, " Not like I want any more cat fur all over me, after all. Sheds like nobody's business, your animal."
"Cheeky little bugger," Bodie proclaimed - and pounced. Catching his prey wasn't at all difficult since Doyle was more than willing to be caught, and if he was giggling at the start - well, Bodie knew how to concentrate Doyle's mind on more serious matters. Serious matters attended to, the two men lay in tangled ease on the bed. Doyle sighed, and stretched out, every bit of him. Maybe, maybe he made a growly, happy noise that might have sounded a bit like a purr. Still, Bodie deserved everything he got after he leaned up, stroked one big hand down Doyle's body and crooned, "Oooo's a luvvy boy, then?"