Pros fic - The Dragonflies by Slantedlight
Today's offering is twin stories - one post at a time - which were really written as presents for firefly1311 and dragonfly1311, who I finally met last month after many years of being lj-friends. I hope they don't mind if I use their stories to fill an empty day on the Discovered in a Christmas Card calendar. It was lovely to meet you and see your world - thank you!
The Dragonflies
by Slantedlight
For dragonfly1311, a lovely host!
Dragonflies hovered, lazy as honey, over the plants by the side of the river. Doyle watched them zig and zag, staccato bursts of movement from one interesting grass to the next fascinating pad of greenery. Like him and Bodie, he thought, whimsical in the warmth, humming their way through life, never staying in one place long enough to settle, to…
Except… except that one night, last week, that he couldn’t get out of his head.
It had been warm then, too, only then the city had steamed with it, fizzed and bubbled and wouldn’t let go of the heat, until he and Bodie had tracked McGillis and his cronies to their neat suburban semi-detached, and put an end to what they’d been cooking up in the kitchen. They’d even got the money men behind it, the bastards funding their way from gunshot to grenade to Semtex. They’d be away for a good long stretch, Doyle thought, feeling the same satisfaction as he had then.
And this night, this one, warm summer night, they hadn’t gone out to find themselves a couple of willing birds, no… They’d stayed in.
They’d stayed in, and beer led to beer led to brandy, because that was what Doyle’d had on his shelf, left over from his first go at Christmas cake on his own last year. They’d talked about nothing, and then about everything - about Africa and Marikka, and Sid Parker and the drug squad, and somehow they’d sat closer, and learned further, and the warmth of the day became the warmth of them, together, and he’d kissed Bodie. Or maybe Bodie had kissed him. It hadn’t mattered. What mattered had been Bodie’s lips, soft on his, and his hands on Bodie, on his waist and across the hard muscle of his arm, and then the soft cotton of their t-shirts moved aside to bare skin, and the heat that was everywhere they touched. All he could think of was that it was Bodie, Bodie letting him do these things, strip him bare, and touch him more, and it was Bodie that Doyle was letting pull his jeans open, and slide his hand…
God - stop. It'd just been that once.
Hadn't it?
The dragonfly zigged once more, then zagged, then disappeared behind a clump of grass, and Doyle took a deep, sighing breath. He could feel Bodie look over at him, and he closed his eyes again so he didn’t have to turn and look back, sitting beside him on the grassy riverbank, all tight black cords and crisp white shirt. Bodie’s collar was done up to the second button, but he’d untucked it, and it made Doyle think the kind of warm, lazy thoughts that were hard to hide in just jeans and a t-shirt.
Just once.
“Nice of the Cow to give us the afternoon off,” Bodie said, content in his voice. “Especially on a day like today.”
Doyle grunted. Below them the river lapped softly at the edges of its world.
“Yeah,” Bodie carried on, as if he’d not made a sound, and when Doyle risked a glance, Bodie was staring steadfastly into the distance. “Got some beer at home. If you fancy it.”
Below them the dragonfly was hovering over a lily pad, and as Doyle watched, a second dragonfly joined it, so that they hovered together.
Doyle turned his head to look at Bodie properly, waited until Bodie looked around and met his eyes, and the moment stretched like honey between them.
“Got any brandy?” he asked at last, low-voiced, and felt the heat again when Bodie’s lips twitched.
“Might have to make do with that Sambuca Jane brought the other week.”
Doyle nodded. “We can make it work,” he said, and let himself smile back.
They watched for a moment as the dragonflies buzzed around and then away together, and then Doyle stood, brushing the dust from his jeans. “Come on then,” he said. Bodie got to his feet beside him, and together they strolled away into the warm summer’s day, and home.
November 2016
Title: The Dragonflies
Author: Slantedlight
Pairing: B/D
ProsLib? Certainly!
Note: Written for dragonfly1311.
The Dragonflies
by Slantedlight
For dragonfly1311, a lovely host!
Dragonflies hovered, lazy as honey, over the plants by the side of the river. Doyle watched them zig and zag, staccato bursts of movement from one interesting grass to the next fascinating pad of greenery. Like him and Bodie, he thought, whimsical in the warmth, humming their way through life, never staying in one place long enough to settle, to…
Except… except that one night, last week, that he couldn’t get out of his head.
It had been warm then, too, only then the city had steamed with it, fizzed and bubbled and wouldn’t let go of the heat, until he and Bodie had tracked McGillis and his cronies to their neat suburban semi-detached, and put an end to what they’d been cooking up in the kitchen. They’d even got the money men behind it, the bastards funding their way from gunshot to grenade to Semtex. They’d be away for a good long stretch, Doyle thought, feeling the same satisfaction as he had then.
And this night, this one, warm summer night, they hadn’t gone out to find themselves a couple of willing birds, no… They’d stayed in.
They’d stayed in, and beer led to beer led to brandy, because that was what Doyle’d had on his shelf, left over from his first go at Christmas cake on his own last year. They’d talked about nothing, and then about everything - about Africa and Marikka, and Sid Parker and the drug squad, and somehow they’d sat closer, and learned further, and the warmth of the day became the warmth of them, together, and he’d kissed Bodie. Or maybe Bodie had kissed him. It hadn’t mattered. What mattered had been Bodie’s lips, soft on his, and his hands on Bodie, on his waist and across the hard muscle of his arm, and then the soft cotton of their t-shirts moved aside to bare skin, and the heat that was everywhere they touched. All he could think of was that it was Bodie, Bodie letting him do these things, strip him bare, and touch him more, and it was Bodie that Doyle was letting pull his jeans open, and slide his hand…
God - stop. It'd just been that once.
Hadn't it?
The dragonfly zigged once more, then zagged, then disappeared behind a clump of grass, and Doyle took a deep, sighing breath. He could feel Bodie look over at him, and he closed his eyes again so he didn’t have to turn and look back, sitting beside him on the grassy riverbank, all tight black cords and crisp white shirt. Bodie’s collar was done up to the second button, but he’d untucked it, and it made Doyle think the kind of warm, lazy thoughts that were hard to hide in just jeans and a t-shirt.
Just once.
“Nice of the Cow to give us the afternoon off,” Bodie said, content in his voice. “Especially on a day like today.”
Doyle grunted. Below them the river lapped softly at the edges of its world.
“Yeah,” Bodie carried on, as if he’d not made a sound, and when Doyle risked a glance, Bodie was staring steadfastly into the distance. “Got some beer at home. If you fancy it.”
Below them the dragonfly was hovering over a lily pad, and as Doyle watched, a second dragonfly joined it, so that they hovered together.
Doyle turned his head to look at Bodie properly, waited until Bodie looked around and met his eyes, and the moment stretched like honey between them.
“Got any brandy?” he asked at last, low-voiced, and felt the heat again when Bodie’s lips twitched.
“Might have to make do with that Sambuca Jane brought the other week.”
Doyle nodded. “We can make it work,” he said, and let himself smile back.
They watched for a moment as the dragonflies buzzed around and then away together, and then Doyle stood, brushing the dust from his jeans. “Come on then,” he said. Bodie got to his feet beside him, and together they strolled away into the warm summer’s day, and home.
November 2016
Title: The Dragonflies
Author: Slantedlight
Pairing: B/D
ProsLib? Certainly!
Note: Written for dragonfly1311.