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discoveredinalj...this little ficlet I thought up. I hope you enjoy. It's slightly more than a drabble, though.
The quote I used as the basis for this fic is:-
The shortest way to a man's heart is through humiliation. Sleuth
“But Doyle-“
“Don’t ‘but Doyle’ me, sunshine. You promised me after that last little trick you played on me – you remember the one; the one that got me into deep shit with the Cow – that you’d do this and you are going to. Come hell or high water you’re going to go through with this.”
Bodie remembered alright. He remembered Doyle pounding down the corridor, shoving the door to Cowley’s office open so hard it felled the hatstand, and shouting at Cowley. If it hadn’t been for the fact that Doyle had soon been put right by their boss and had turned on Bodie, all ferocious, hair-quivering, eyes-flaring, temper, Bodie would have choked with laughter at the look on Cowley’s face. He could still see it now. Cowley looked like someone had stolen his entire cellar of malt!
Still, he thought, grinning to himself, it’d been worth every second of Doyle being mad as hell at him. It wasn’t every day he could con his partner into thinking their boss was sending them undercover to a certain nightclub – a certain gay nightclub – and as drag queens to boot!
Except...had it really been worth it? Doyle had promised his revenge and boy was he bent on getting it. Bodie squirmed, earning him a sharp tug on his hair and a gentle slap on the cheek. He knew that the slap would have been a lot harder, had it not been for...
No. Best not to think about that just yet. He stilled, hoping against hope Doyle would call off this stupid idea.
“Right.” Doyle stood back, hands on hips and head tilted. “Hmmm.”
“Hmmm?” Bodie asked, not expecting – and not getting – a reply. As Doyle walked away from him, he couldn’t stop his eyes from straying into dangerous territory. It was well known around CI5 that Doyle had the best arse, as testified by several of the young women in the typing pool. It was less well known – i.e., not at all – that Bodie lusted after said arse.
Bodie sighed. It wasn’t just lust, though, and that was the trouble. As far as Bodie could tell, Doyle was a straight-as-a-die, bird-chasing, heterosexual. Unlike himself, who was as straight as a corkscrew, a fairy, a queen, a nancyboy, a rip-roaring puff. Not, he thought to himself smugly, that anyone would ever know it, given the outwardly macho appearance that he cultivated carefully.
“Oi, Bodie, get your arse over here,” yelled his oblivious partner.
Heaving yet another sigh, Bodie obeyed, shoving his wayward thoughts down before it became apparent what he’d been thinking about.
“Such a charming man. No wonder your birds go crazy for you,” Bodie remarked, grinning. “Ever thought of working at the Ritz? Can just imagine it... .’oi, yer’ve left yer cases n if yer think ‘m dragging them up to yer room, yer can fuc-“
“You’ve some need to talk. Anyone’d think you’d been born with a silver spoon in your gob, rather than the cess pit that masquerades as it. Anyway, shut up and get your clobber off.”
“What? But darlin’, this is all so sudden. I haven’t even got a ring yet.” Bodie camped.
“You’ll get a ring in a minute if you don’t get ‘em off. Come on, I’ll help.”
As Doyle reached for his trousers Bodie backed away, arms fending him off, all too aware that, given the right situation, he’d have been down to his birthday suit in seconds.
“Gerroff me, Doyle. Why’d you need my clothes off?” Bodie didn’t like the all too knowing look on his sly partner’s face.
“Why’d you think, sweet’eart?” he replied. Before Bodie could retort, he continued, “You’ll see. Come on, Bodie. Strip. Now.” Doyle wandered over to the desk and fiddled with something.
Glaring after Doyle, Bodie complied. Stripping down to his briefs and socks, he stood waiting for Doyle, sincerely hoping that no one would enter this room. That was a point...
“Doyle?”
“What?”
“Did you remember to lock the door?”
A mischievous face peered round at him and waggled its eyebrows before turning away again.
“What d’you think?”
Bodie wasn’t entirely sure what to think and was about to go and check, until...
“Bodie, stay there. And shut your eyes.”
Oh God, what the hell was he up to? Bodie obeyed, heart sinking.
“And keep them shut, or else...” Doyle left the threat dangling in the air, and Bodie knew better than to ignore it.
He couldn’t hear anything, couldn’t feel anything but he suddenly felt the atmosphere change. About a second before he felt his arms yanked back and the click of handcuffs.
“What the...” Bodie opened his eyes, turning his head to look behind him. “Doyle, I’m gonna kill you! Wasn’t doing whatever it is you’ve done to my face enough?”
Doyle didn’t say a word, just came round to the front of him and grinned. Bodie had never seen him with such a delightfully, wickedly, evil grin before. If Satan ever had a son, it would be Doyle, Bodie decided. He could almost see the horns growing.
“Just remember, old son, your underpants are still on at the moment. But might not be should you choose to be difficult. Okay?”
He felt the blush even as Doyle started crowing over it. “Okay, Doyle, have your moment. At least I do have something to shout about.”
The blush turned into a fiery red as Doyle grabbed his briefs, opened them and peered down into them.
“So you do, mate. And a bush to rival Kate’s, too.” He let the elastic go with a snap.
“Youch! You’re evil mate, has anyone ever told you?”
“Plenty.” Doyle was indifferent. “Wanna take a look at your face, now? Before we leave?”
Bodie’s heart sank. “Eh? Why? Where are we going?”
Doyle tapped his finger against his nose. “That’s for me to know and you to find out. Here.” He grabbed a mirror and shoved it in front of Bodie’s face.
“Fucking hell Doyle, when I get out of these cuffs I’m gonna kill you!”
Bodie was less than chuffed to see, in large bright red lipstick, lots of ‘I love Doyle's all over his face.
“Hang on, I know what I forgot,” Doyle said, striding to the desk and back again. “Right, stand still or I might do you an injury.” Doyle sank to his knees and started writing on the white cotton underpants with the red lipstick.
“What the fuck are you writing now, Doyl – ouch! That was a hair you just pulled.”
“Well stand still then. There.” Doyle stood up and grinned at Bodie.
Suspiciously, Bodie looked down himself. What the hell had the little runt put? ‘Doy...’s coc...’
His head snapped back up, cheeks rosy red once more. “Tell me you haven’t put what I *think* you’ve put, you bastard.”
Innocent green eyes gazed back at him. “Why, what d’you think I’ve put?”
Bodie couldn’t speak, his eyes wide. Doyle knew. Doyle bloody knew. Obviously his cover-up act hadn’t been as successful as Bodie had thought it to be. And if Doyle knew, who else would? He opened his mouth but a large hand prevented him from speaking.
“No. Don’t say anything. Come with me, you still need your punishment.” Doyle tugged gently on one of Bodie’s arms and pulled him out onto the corridor. “Now, we are going to take a small stroll around HQ. Ahh ahhh, don’t Bodie. This will happen, either with your pants up or with them off completely.”
Bodie muttered under his breath but started walking. Quickly, figuring the faster he walked, the sooner it’d be finished. Unfortunately it seemed Doyle had other ideas, grabbing onto the nearest arm and stopping him in his tracks.
“Hang on, mate. Not that quick. Don’t be thinking you can run around here and back in two minutes, because that’s not the plan.”
“But Doyle...*everyone* will see!” Bodie was horrified.
Doyle beamed. “But of course they will. Come on, big boy.”
The trip around HQ seemed to take forever, with Doyle determined to call in every office that held at least one person, much to the delight of the personnel. With every wolf whistle, Bodie felt his shoulders droop a little more. He didn’t think they could get much lower after the visit to Cowley’s office. Cowley gave Bodie a swift look up and down before remarking that it was now clear to him why Bodie couldn’t keep a girlfriend, before shooing them out of his office.
Much to Bodie’s chagrin, Doyle hadn’t been able to stop giggling following Cowley’s comment, leaning on Betty’s desk until she came back from wherever she had been and turfed them back into the corridor.
“Ooh Bodie,” giggled Doyle, “Your face was a picture!”
“Have you quite finished? I mean, I think you’ve got your revenge now. And you had better not tell me you’ve lost the key to the cuffs, otherwise...” Bodie let the threat dangle dangerously.
Doyle gave one last hiccupping giggle. “Just one more visit. Come on, Bodie.”
“No.”
“Aw, come on. One last place, I promise.” Green eyes widened and pleaded with him.
Sighing, Bodie agreed. “One last place.”
Bodie’s humiliation was complete upon their visit to the VIP room which *just happened* to be full of agents on standby.
The wolf whistles, the cat calls, the taunts and the cries of ‘get ‘em off’ got louder and louder; the agents getting their own revenge too, remember all too often Bodie’s habit of practical jokes.
“What’s that say on your pants, Bodie?” Lucas leant closer. “Ha-ha Doyle’s cock? Is that true, then?”
“What d’you mean ‘is that true’. Haven’t you read his head? No, you moron, not *that* head, his proper head. Anyway, don’t you know about those two?” his partner said.
“No one tells me anything.” Lucas retaliated, glaring at McCabe.
“Well basically,” McCabe leant in towards Lucas, “these two have been fucking like bunnies for ages n ages. Everyone knows it. That is, everyone except you, Lucas, apparently.”
“Oh ha ha McCabe. Very funny.” Bodie felt his face burning yet again. Having rarely blushed for the last 25 years of his life, it seemed those 25 years-worth of stored blushes were coming out on this day.
“If it’s not true then why let your partner do this to you? And why, come to that, are you blushing? Hey lads, look at Bodie blush!”
This was the cue for more laughter and teasing at Bodie’s expense. If the door had been open, Bodie would have legged it. Doyle had known this and he had made sure he’d firmly closed it behind him, leaning on it a la rent boy, for good measure. But he wasn’t cruel and as the taunts started again, decided to rescue his partner.
“Right lads, that’s enough. Let’s go Bodie.” Doyle touched his arm, turned and opened the door.
“Fuck off, McCabe. Wait till I get these cuffs off and I’ll twist your perverted head off its shoulders, you bastard.” Bodie growled as he shifted out of reach of the groping hand of his fellow agent.
He shouldered past his partner and raced down the corridor. It hadn’t been the best of bloody days, but that grope was the last straw. He needed an outlet for the anger that had been slowly building up inside him. Yes, he knew Doyle needed to get his revenge for the last stunt Bodie had pulled but bloody hell! There was a limit to how much a man could take. Scowling, he stormed up towards their office, not caring whether Doyle was behind him.
Only a pace behind him, Doyle elbowed him out of the way to open the door. Entering the room, Bodie was fuming.
“Get. These. Fucking. Cuffs. Off. Now.”
Doyle seemed oblivious to the glare, much to Bodie’s amazement. He just stood there with a dazed smile on his face. Despite wanting to hold onto his rage, Bodie found his temper just melting away. He couldn’t help but smile back.
“Okay, sunshine, what’s up? And, if it’s not too much trouble of course, can you remove these cuffs? Don’t think I can feel my arms anymore.”
Doyle didn’t move; he just kept staring at him, all dewy-eyed. Bodie felt his heart thump and butterflies flutter in his stomach. What the hell was he up to? About to repeat his request, he stumbled to a halt as Doyle came nearer.
“Um...Doyle?”
“You wanna see my pants, Bodie?” asked Doyle out of the blue.
“What?”
But Doyle didn’t really give him any choice. His hands were at his own jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them. Gaping, Bodie could only watch as the legend there was slowly revealed. Almost exactly the same lipstick slogan, except whereas Bodie’s said ‘Doyle’s cock’, Doyle’s said ‘Bodie’s cock’.
Bodie was stunned into silence. If it hadn’t been for Doyle’s expression as he was revealing them, Bodie would have been certain he’d been taking the piss.
“Bodie,” Doyle whispered huskily, as he came up close and kissed him.
It wasn’t a very long kiss, seconds maybe, but it was enough. He knew his smile matched the radiant smile on Doyle’s face.
“Been wanting to do that for ages now, Bodie. Wasn’t sure you wouldn’t thump me.”
“What made you so sure today, Ray?”
Doyle smiled tenderly. “Because you sat there and let me stick lipstick on your head and your...,” Doyle blushed, “and took everything today, despite the embarrassment I must have caused you. Can you imagine Lucas or McCabe doing that?”
“Well, no. Not really. I wouldn’t have done it for anyone else, you know. I almost didn’t for you. Specially when you got me into Cowley’s office, you bastard.”
Doyle grinned reminiscently. “Oh, that was good wasn’t it? He knows, you know.”
“Should bloody well think he does, given what you’d written all over me.”
“No, I meant, he *knows*. I told him what I was planning today. Why do you think he wasn’t that surprised when you walked in?”
“When I was pushed in, you mean. Dunno. I was too busy trying not to look him in the eye.” Bodie grimaced. “D’you think you can remove the cuffs now, Ray? Me arms are hurting.”
“C’mere then and turn around.”
Hearing the click of the cuffs and rubbing some life back into his arms, Bodie turned back round. “Should keep them safe. You might need them sometime.”
“Maybe.” Doyle shrugged.
Now Bodie was free again, it seemed like Doyle was unsure.
“You gonna drive us home, mate? Because I don’t think I can.”
“Home?”
“Home. Wherever you are is home. Doesn’t matter.”
Doyle’s smile said it all. However, Bodie needed to do one other thing. Cupping his soon to be lover’s face, Bodie gave him another kiss before rubbing his face all over Doyle’s.
“There. Now you have lipstick on you too.”
Doyle grabbed the mirror and glanced into it. “But Bodie...they’ll know what we’ve been up to.”
“And they’d be right. Ahh ahh, no more kissing, otherwise they’ll know what we are gonna be doing!” Bodie pointed down to where his cock was starting to take interest.
“You’d best get dressed then. I’ll wait for you in the car, safer that way.”
“Okay.” Bodie grabbed for his trousers and started to pull them on. As he did, Doyle stopped at the door and said:
“And no starting without me, otherwise...”
Bodie had never dressed as quickly in his life.
The End!
Title: Sunshine Follows Rain
Author: Probodie
Genre: Slash. What? Like there is anything else, right?
Archive: Hatstand/Circuit yes
Disclaimer: Not mine sadly, I just like to play with the boys occasionally.
A/N: Thanks Chris! :D
The quote I used as the basis for this fic is:-
The shortest way to a man's heart is through humiliation. Sleuth
“But Doyle-“
“Don’t ‘but Doyle’ me, sunshine. You promised me after that last little trick you played on me – you remember the one; the one that got me into deep shit with the Cow – that you’d do this and you are going to. Come hell or high water you’re going to go through with this.”
Bodie remembered alright. He remembered Doyle pounding down the corridor, shoving the door to Cowley’s office open so hard it felled the hatstand, and shouting at Cowley. If it hadn’t been for the fact that Doyle had soon been put right by their boss and had turned on Bodie, all ferocious, hair-quivering, eyes-flaring, temper, Bodie would have choked with laughter at the look on Cowley’s face. He could still see it now. Cowley looked like someone had stolen his entire cellar of malt!
Still, he thought, grinning to himself, it’d been worth every second of Doyle being mad as hell at him. It wasn’t every day he could con his partner into thinking their boss was sending them undercover to a certain nightclub – a certain gay nightclub – and as drag queens to boot!
Except...had it really been worth it? Doyle had promised his revenge and boy was he bent on getting it. Bodie squirmed, earning him a sharp tug on his hair and a gentle slap on the cheek. He knew that the slap would have been a lot harder, had it not been for...
No. Best not to think about that just yet. He stilled, hoping against hope Doyle would call off this stupid idea.
“Right.” Doyle stood back, hands on hips and head tilted. “Hmmm.”
“Hmmm?” Bodie asked, not expecting – and not getting – a reply. As Doyle walked away from him, he couldn’t stop his eyes from straying into dangerous territory. It was well known around CI5 that Doyle had the best arse, as testified by several of the young women in the typing pool. It was less well known – i.e., not at all – that Bodie lusted after said arse.
Bodie sighed. It wasn’t just lust, though, and that was the trouble. As far as Bodie could tell, Doyle was a straight-as-a-die, bird-chasing, heterosexual. Unlike himself, who was as straight as a corkscrew, a fairy, a queen, a nancyboy, a rip-roaring puff. Not, he thought to himself smugly, that anyone would ever know it, given the outwardly macho appearance that he cultivated carefully.
“Oi, Bodie, get your arse over here,” yelled his oblivious partner.
Heaving yet another sigh, Bodie obeyed, shoving his wayward thoughts down before it became apparent what he’d been thinking about.
“Such a charming man. No wonder your birds go crazy for you,” Bodie remarked, grinning. “Ever thought of working at the Ritz? Can just imagine it... .’oi, yer’ve left yer cases n if yer think ‘m dragging them up to yer room, yer can fuc-“
“You’ve some need to talk. Anyone’d think you’d been born with a silver spoon in your gob, rather than the cess pit that masquerades as it. Anyway, shut up and get your clobber off.”
“What? But darlin’, this is all so sudden. I haven’t even got a ring yet.” Bodie camped.
“You’ll get a ring in a minute if you don’t get ‘em off. Come on, I’ll help.”
As Doyle reached for his trousers Bodie backed away, arms fending him off, all too aware that, given the right situation, he’d have been down to his birthday suit in seconds.
“Gerroff me, Doyle. Why’d you need my clothes off?” Bodie didn’t like the all too knowing look on his sly partner’s face.
“Why’d you think, sweet’eart?” he replied. Before Bodie could retort, he continued, “You’ll see. Come on, Bodie. Strip. Now.” Doyle wandered over to the desk and fiddled with something.
Glaring after Doyle, Bodie complied. Stripping down to his briefs and socks, he stood waiting for Doyle, sincerely hoping that no one would enter this room. That was a point...
“Doyle?”
“What?”
“Did you remember to lock the door?”
A mischievous face peered round at him and waggled its eyebrows before turning away again.
“What d’you think?”
Bodie wasn’t entirely sure what to think and was about to go and check, until...
“Bodie, stay there. And shut your eyes.”
Oh God, what the hell was he up to? Bodie obeyed, heart sinking.
“And keep them shut, or else...” Doyle left the threat dangling in the air, and Bodie knew better than to ignore it.
He couldn’t hear anything, couldn’t feel anything but he suddenly felt the atmosphere change. About a second before he felt his arms yanked back and the click of handcuffs.
“What the...” Bodie opened his eyes, turning his head to look behind him. “Doyle, I’m gonna kill you! Wasn’t doing whatever it is you’ve done to my face enough?”
Doyle didn’t say a word, just came round to the front of him and grinned. Bodie had never seen him with such a delightfully, wickedly, evil grin before. If Satan ever had a son, it would be Doyle, Bodie decided. He could almost see the horns growing.
“Just remember, old son, your underpants are still on at the moment. But might not be should you choose to be difficult. Okay?”
He felt the blush even as Doyle started crowing over it. “Okay, Doyle, have your moment. At least I do have something to shout about.”
The blush turned into a fiery red as Doyle grabbed his briefs, opened them and peered down into them.
“So you do, mate. And a bush to rival Kate’s, too.” He let the elastic go with a snap.
“Youch! You’re evil mate, has anyone ever told you?”
“Plenty.” Doyle was indifferent. “Wanna take a look at your face, now? Before we leave?”
Bodie’s heart sank. “Eh? Why? Where are we going?”
Doyle tapped his finger against his nose. “That’s for me to know and you to find out. Here.” He grabbed a mirror and shoved it in front of Bodie’s face.
“Fucking hell Doyle, when I get out of these cuffs I’m gonna kill you!”
Bodie was less than chuffed to see, in large bright red lipstick, lots of ‘I love Doyle's all over his face.
“Hang on, I know what I forgot,” Doyle said, striding to the desk and back again. “Right, stand still or I might do you an injury.” Doyle sank to his knees and started writing on the white cotton underpants with the red lipstick.
“What the fuck are you writing now, Doyl – ouch! That was a hair you just pulled.”
“Well stand still then. There.” Doyle stood up and grinned at Bodie.
Suspiciously, Bodie looked down himself. What the hell had the little runt put? ‘Doy...’s coc...’
His head snapped back up, cheeks rosy red once more. “Tell me you haven’t put what I *think* you’ve put, you bastard.”
Innocent green eyes gazed back at him. “Why, what d’you think I’ve put?”
Bodie couldn’t speak, his eyes wide. Doyle knew. Doyle bloody knew. Obviously his cover-up act hadn’t been as successful as Bodie had thought it to be. And if Doyle knew, who else would? He opened his mouth but a large hand prevented him from speaking.
“No. Don’t say anything. Come with me, you still need your punishment.” Doyle tugged gently on one of Bodie’s arms and pulled him out onto the corridor. “Now, we are going to take a small stroll around HQ. Ahh ahhh, don’t Bodie. This will happen, either with your pants up or with them off completely.”
Bodie muttered under his breath but started walking. Quickly, figuring the faster he walked, the sooner it’d be finished. Unfortunately it seemed Doyle had other ideas, grabbing onto the nearest arm and stopping him in his tracks.
“Hang on, mate. Not that quick. Don’t be thinking you can run around here and back in two minutes, because that’s not the plan.”
“But Doyle...*everyone* will see!” Bodie was horrified.
Doyle beamed. “But of course they will. Come on, big boy.”
The trip around HQ seemed to take forever, with Doyle determined to call in every office that held at least one person, much to the delight of the personnel. With every wolf whistle, Bodie felt his shoulders droop a little more. He didn’t think they could get much lower after the visit to Cowley’s office. Cowley gave Bodie a swift look up and down before remarking that it was now clear to him why Bodie couldn’t keep a girlfriend, before shooing them out of his office.
Much to Bodie’s chagrin, Doyle hadn’t been able to stop giggling following Cowley’s comment, leaning on Betty’s desk until she came back from wherever she had been and turfed them back into the corridor.
“Ooh Bodie,” giggled Doyle, “Your face was a picture!”
“Have you quite finished? I mean, I think you’ve got your revenge now. And you had better not tell me you’ve lost the key to the cuffs, otherwise...” Bodie let the threat dangle dangerously.
Doyle gave one last hiccupping giggle. “Just one more visit. Come on, Bodie.”
“No.”
“Aw, come on. One last place, I promise.” Green eyes widened and pleaded with him.
Sighing, Bodie agreed. “One last place.”
Bodie’s humiliation was complete upon their visit to the VIP room which *just happened* to be full of agents on standby.
The wolf whistles, the cat calls, the taunts and the cries of ‘get ‘em off’ got louder and louder; the agents getting their own revenge too, remember all too often Bodie’s habit of practical jokes.
“What’s that say on your pants, Bodie?” Lucas leant closer. “Ha-ha Doyle’s cock? Is that true, then?”
“What d’you mean ‘is that true’. Haven’t you read his head? No, you moron, not *that* head, his proper head. Anyway, don’t you know about those two?” his partner said.
“No one tells me anything.” Lucas retaliated, glaring at McCabe.
“Well basically,” McCabe leant in towards Lucas, “these two have been fucking like bunnies for ages n ages. Everyone knows it. That is, everyone except you, Lucas, apparently.”
“Oh ha ha McCabe. Very funny.” Bodie felt his face burning yet again. Having rarely blushed for the last 25 years of his life, it seemed those 25 years-worth of stored blushes were coming out on this day.
“If it’s not true then why let your partner do this to you? And why, come to that, are you blushing? Hey lads, look at Bodie blush!”
This was the cue for more laughter and teasing at Bodie’s expense. If the door had been open, Bodie would have legged it. Doyle had known this and he had made sure he’d firmly closed it behind him, leaning on it a la rent boy, for good measure. But he wasn’t cruel and as the taunts started again, decided to rescue his partner.
“Right lads, that’s enough. Let’s go Bodie.” Doyle touched his arm, turned and opened the door.
“Fuck off, McCabe. Wait till I get these cuffs off and I’ll twist your perverted head off its shoulders, you bastard.” Bodie growled as he shifted out of reach of the groping hand of his fellow agent.
He shouldered past his partner and raced down the corridor. It hadn’t been the best of bloody days, but that grope was the last straw. He needed an outlet for the anger that had been slowly building up inside him. Yes, he knew Doyle needed to get his revenge for the last stunt Bodie had pulled but bloody hell! There was a limit to how much a man could take. Scowling, he stormed up towards their office, not caring whether Doyle was behind him.
Only a pace behind him, Doyle elbowed him out of the way to open the door. Entering the room, Bodie was fuming.
“Get. These. Fucking. Cuffs. Off. Now.”
Doyle seemed oblivious to the glare, much to Bodie’s amazement. He just stood there with a dazed smile on his face. Despite wanting to hold onto his rage, Bodie found his temper just melting away. He couldn’t help but smile back.
“Okay, sunshine, what’s up? And, if it’s not too much trouble of course, can you remove these cuffs? Don’t think I can feel my arms anymore.”
Doyle didn’t move; he just kept staring at him, all dewy-eyed. Bodie felt his heart thump and butterflies flutter in his stomach. What the hell was he up to? About to repeat his request, he stumbled to a halt as Doyle came nearer.
“Um...Doyle?”
“You wanna see my pants, Bodie?” asked Doyle out of the blue.
“What?”
But Doyle didn’t really give him any choice. His hands were at his own jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them. Gaping, Bodie could only watch as the legend there was slowly revealed. Almost exactly the same lipstick slogan, except whereas Bodie’s said ‘Doyle’s cock’, Doyle’s said ‘Bodie’s cock’.
Bodie was stunned into silence. If it hadn’t been for Doyle’s expression as he was revealing them, Bodie would have been certain he’d been taking the piss.
“Bodie,” Doyle whispered huskily, as he came up close and kissed him.
It wasn’t a very long kiss, seconds maybe, but it was enough. He knew his smile matched the radiant smile on Doyle’s face.
“Been wanting to do that for ages now, Bodie. Wasn’t sure you wouldn’t thump me.”
“What made you so sure today, Ray?”
Doyle smiled tenderly. “Because you sat there and let me stick lipstick on your head and your...,” Doyle blushed, “and took everything today, despite the embarrassment I must have caused you. Can you imagine Lucas or McCabe doing that?”
“Well, no. Not really. I wouldn’t have done it for anyone else, you know. I almost didn’t for you. Specially when you got me into Cowley’s office, you bastard.”
Doyle grinned reminiscently. “Oh, that was good wasn’t it? He knows, you know.”
“Should bloody well think he does, given what you’d written all over me.”
“No, I meant, he *knows*. I told him what I was planning today. Why do you think he wasn’t that surprised when you walked in?”
“When I was pushed in, you mean. Dunno. I was too busy trying not to look him in the eye.” Bodie grimaced. “D’you think you can remove the cuffs now, Ray? Me arms are hurting.”
“C’mere then and turn around.”
Hearing the click of the cuffs and rubbing some life back into his arms, Bodie turned back round. “Should keep them safe. You might need them sometime.”
“Maybe.” Doyle shrugged.
Now Bodie was free again, it seemed like Doyle was unsure.
“You gonna drive us home, mate? Because I don’t think I can.”
“Home?”
“Home. Wherever you are is home. Doesn’t matter.”
Doyle’s smile said it all. However, Bodie needed to do one other thing. Cupping his soon to be lover’s face, Bodie gave him another kiss before rubbing his face all over Doyle’s.
“There. Now you have lipstick on you too.”
Doyle grabbed the mirror and glanced into it. “But Bodie...they’ll know what we’ve been up to.”
“And they’d be right. Ahh ahh, no more kissing, otherwise they’ll know what we are gonna be doing!” Bodie pointed down to where his cock was starting to take interest.
“You’d best get dressed then. I’ll wait for you in the car, safer that way.”
“Okay.” Bodie grabbed for his trousers and started to pull them on. As he did, Doyle stopped at the door and said:
“And no starting without me, otherwise...”
Bodie had never dressed as quickly in his life.
The End!
Title: Sunshine Follows Rain
Author: Probodie
Genre: Slash. What? Like there is anything else, right?
Archive: Hatstand/Circuit yes
Disclaimer: Not mine sadly, I just like to play with the boys occasionally.
A/N: Thanks Chris! :D
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Date: 2008-06-03 10:38 pm (UTC)Come in #2 and claim your swiss roll...
Date: 2008-06-04 03:02 am (UTC)I was having a crappy evening and now I'm sat here with a big grin on my face so thanks for that! *VBG*
I really liked him writing on Bodie's pants and Bodie only being able to make out enough of the letters to know they spelled Doyle's
concubinecock.I was giggling as Doyle was peering down Bodie's pants. Ah, boys! ♥
Thank you! :D
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Date: 2008-06-04 03:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-04 04:35 am (UTC)If Satan ever had a son, it would be Doyle, Bodie decided. He could almost see the horns growing.
Yup, that's my Doyle *G* He can be the meanest bugger if he sets his mind to it. Poor Bodie *snicker* But then again it must be real love if he went through that for Doyle. Very brave.
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Date: 2008-06-04 08:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-04 06:33 pm (UTC)Thanks, glad you enjoyed it.
Re: Come in #2 and claim your swiss roll...
Date: 2008-06-04 06:34 pm (UTC)Glad you enjoyed it.
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Date: 2008-06-04 06:35 pm (UTC)Thanks, glad you liked it.
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Date: 2008-06-04 06:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-04 06:36 pm (UTC)Re: Come in #2 and claim your swiss roll...
Date: 2008-06-04 06:54 pm (UTC)I have lots more swiss roll... and prompts. *Flexes pokey stick* C'mon, you're on a roll... erm... very bad pun NOT intended! *eg*
Re: Come in #2 and claim your swiss roll...
Date: 2008-06-04 06:59 pm (UTC)*rubs sore bits*
I shall, um, think about it. When are you posting the other prompts???
Re: Come in #2 and claim your swiss roll...
Date: 2008-06-04 07:05 pm (UTC)Right now I'm just flexing *not* poking... Erm... *sniggers*
Well there are 18 more of the
little beggarsinspirational quotations here for starters. *g*I will be posting a list of 70s television ones this coming Sunday and then a third list of 70s song lyrics the Sunday after that. My idea is to keep the challenge "popping up" on people's flists without it being too irritating. Drabbles are welcome, y'know, if you want to wrestle a few more to the ground.
All of the quotations will be up for grabs for the entire month though, if you decide to back track at some point.
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Date: 2008-06-05 12:50 pm (UTC)I giggled too, when Doyle peered into Bodie's pants. But Bodie invited him to with that remark ;)
Great fic! Loved it. Thank you :)
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Date: 2008-06-05 07:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-12 09:58 pm (UTC)This just works with the quote brilliantly. Hugely funny and yet you capture real emotion as well. Really enjoyed it.
*carries on grinning*
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Date: 2008-07-12 11:56 pm (UTC)