Weekly Obbo 234: Proverbs
Title: What Goes Up, Must Come Down
Author: Merentha13
Pros-Lib / Circuit Archive: Yes
Pairing and / or characters: Bodie, Doyle
Rating: Adult
Word count: 435
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: Just borrowing the lads, no copyright infringement intended
Ray smiled as he watched his partner put the finishing touch on a brilliant win over the local darts champ. They’d come a long way, he and Bodie. To think they’d practically hated each other at the start of their partnership - well maybe not hate, Doyle thought - but whatever the feeling was it sure didn’t keep us from jumping into bed only a few hours into the partnership. Well maybe not bed... it had been another night like this one - a darts match and then a few drinks. Bodie had called him ‘a good man - won’t fall when they push’. And as they'd left the bar, Bodie had asked...
“Will you fall for me?”
Doyle looks at him. “What are you on about?”
Bodie grabs his hand and pulls him into a storage closet. Pressing himself against Doyle’s back he wraps one hand around Doyle’s waist while the other caresses aroused nipples. His tongue licks at Doyle’s neck. Doyle struggles a bit - he wants to gain some control - but the “Bodie please” that escapes his lips contains submission, not control. He feels Bodie’s cock rise and nudge against his arse -as if asking permission.
“Do it now, you pillock,” Doyle pants.
“Such the romantic, Doyle.” Bodie rearranges their clothes and enters Doyle with a quick thrust. Both men groan aloud. Trying to regain some control Doyle covers the hand Bodie now has on his cock with his own hand. He tries not to come first but can’t hold back and he moans softly as he spurts over their entwined fingers. A few seconds later he feels Bodie’s warmth fill him. They drop to their knees together.
“Bloody hell, Doyle,” Bodie breathes.
There’s a jiggling at the lock on the store room door. A voice calls out, “Damn you, Stephen, I told you not to lock the door.” Footsteps stomp away.
They look at each other and break out in laughter. Quickly collecting discarded clothing, they deal with zips and buttons and buckles and shoe strings, giggling every time their eyes meet. Finally dressed, they crack open the door, carefully check the hallway and slip out the door, leaving it unlocked with mischievous grins.
At their cars, Doyle grabs Bodie’s shoulder and spins him around.
“Next time, bed.”
”Ah, so there is a bit of the romantic in you after all!” Bodie laughs as he gets into his car.
Doyle watches him drive away, unable to suppress his own grin.
His attention drawn back to the present by Bodie’s victorious shout, Doyle raised his glass to his partner and received a warm smile in return.
No, it definitely wasn’t hate.
Author: Merentha13
Pros-Lib / Circuit Archive: Yes
Pairing and / or characters: Bodie, Doyle
Rating: Adult
Word count: 435
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: Just borrowing the lads, no copyright infringement intended
Ray smiled as he watched his partner put the finishing touch on a brilliant win over the local darts champ. They’d come a long way, he and Bodie. To think they’d practically hated each other at the start of their partnership - well maybe not hate, Doyle thought - but whatever the feeling was it sure didn’t keep us from jumping into bed only a few hours into the partnership. Well maybe not bed... it had been another night like this one - a darts match and then a few drinks. Bodie had called him ‘a good man - won’t fall when they push’. And as they'd left the bar, Bodie had asked...
“Will you fall for me?”
Doyle looks at him. “What are you on about?”
Bodie grabs his hand and pulls him into a storage closet. Pressing himself against Doyle’s back he wraps one hand around Doyle’s waist while the other caresses aroused nipples. His tongue licks at Doyle’s neck. Doyle struggles a bit - he wants to gain some control - but the “Bodie please” that escapes his lips contains submission, not control. He feels Bodie’s cock rise and nudge against his arse -as if asking permission.
“Do it now, you pillock,” Doyle pants.
“Such the romantic, Doyle.” Bodie rearranges their clothes and enters Doyle with a quick thrust. Both men groan aloud. Trying to regain some control Doyle covers the hand Bodie now has on his cock with his own hand. He tries not to come first but can’t hold back and he moans softly as he spurts over their entwined fingers. A few seconds later he feels Bodie’s warmth fill him. They drop to their knees together.
“Bloody hell, Doyle,” Bodie breathes.
There’s a jiggling at the lock on the store room door. A voice calls out, “Damn you, Stephen, I told you not to lock the door.” Footsteps stomp away.
They look at each other and break out in laughter. Quickly collecting discarded clothing, they deal with zips and buttons and buckles and shoe strings, giggling every time their eyes meet. Finally dressed, they crack open the door, carefully check the hallway and slip out the door, leaving it unlocked with mischievous grins.
At their cars, Doyle grabs Bodie’s shoulder and spins him around.
“Next time, bed.”
”Ah, so there is a bit of the romantic in you after all!” Bodie laughs as he gets into his car.
Doyle watches him drive away, unable to suppress his own grin.
His attention drawn back to the present by Bodie’s victorious shout, Doyle raised his glass to his partner and received a warm smile in return.
No, it definitely wasn’t hate.