Fic for the June Challenge

[solosundance.livejournal.com]

Quote from The Eagle has Landed:

"The only time this plan makes any sense to me is when I'm drunk"

There was something dead lying across Doyle’s thigh.

He shifted.  No, wait a minute.  It was his thigh that was dead.

He shifted again.  No, definitely something dead there.

Knowing he was an emergency re-hydration and four Alka Seltzers away from going back to sleep, Doyle unstuck his lashes and elected to stock-take.

It was very early morning, with a sickly finger of light pawing at the blind.  He was lying on his back in a bed,  damp under both buttocks, a body at his side.  There was a pleasant, almost painful fatigue in his lower limbs.

Oh god.  He knew what that meant. 

Doyle gritted his teeth and jostled his thigh to release the weight of a leg hooked huggingly over his own.  There was a long, protesting growl. 

Flickering flashes came to him, of many pints and many, many chasers.  A walk.  Night-caps.  Oh god, kissing.  Being sucked by a relentless mouth.  An agonisingly perfect clench of muscle closing with a hot snap around him.   He jostled the thigh again and the body rolled slowly away.     
 
Doyle twisted sideways and crawled down the bed.  He dragged his nose and chin clumsily across an expanse of splayed, sticky belly, smelling and tasting the soft skin. 

Wherever they were, they were home, for a few more minutes at least.  Of course, they wouldn’t have been here if it hadn’t been for the chasers. There was a sigh and shaky fingers trickled through his hair. 

Doyle formed his mouth into a helpless smile.  Oh god.  Nothing for it.  They were going to have to drink themselves into an early grave.



Title:  The Only Time This Plan Makes Any Sense to Me is When I'm Drunk
Author: jojosimco
Slash or Gen:  Slash
Author's name for archiving: JoJo
Disclaimer:  They don't belong.  To me.
Notes:  Not beta'd

Comments

[msmoat.livejournal.com]

Oh, now, that is exactly what I wanted to start my morning! Yeah! A whole wealth of trouble...but worth it. *g* Thank you! (Just don't tell me that's not Bodie. Ahem!)

[sc-fossil.livejournal.com]

Oh no. I hadn't even thought of that! My mind does not work that way.

[msmoat.livejournal.com]

I know! I tried to scrub my brain...

But it is Bodie. Absolutely. Must be.

[sc-fossil.livejournal.com]

Since she didn't say, I get to pick. I pick (drum roll) -- Bodie! Surprised, huh?

[solosundance.livejournal.com]

Just don't tell me that's not Bodie.

As if I would do that! It's him alright, couldn't you tell? *g*

[msmoat.livejournal.com]

I grant you that the growl is telling. *g* Put it down to trauma for me! I now believe!

And hey, I too loved that sickly finger line, by the way. I love the evocative sentences phrases you come up with.

[sc-fossil.livejournal.com]

Well, I think it's Bodie. In fact, I insist upon it. *beg* Thanks. Very cute. Loved the last line.

[solosundance.livejournal.com]

Hahaha of course it's Bodie. Anything else just does not compute, but you're probably right to feel a frisson of fear ... hmm, perhaps a single growl isn't enough to identify him *regrets foolhardy decision to post without a beta*

[sc-fossil.livejournal.com]

No! It's not that. Just lately there's been a lot of non-B/D stuff and I've been having nightmares. I'm a delicate creature, you know. *snirk* This was fine. Don't despair for a second.

[callistosh65.livejournal.com]

An agonisingly perfect clench of muscle closing with a hot snap around him. Amen to that! Loved this morning-after-the-night-before moment. May they have many more..

[solosundance.livejournal.com]

May they have many more..

Indeedy. They do sprawling across sweaty beds so well *g*

[bistokids.livejournal.com]

Fantastic! Lovely use of the prompt.

a sickly finger of light pawing at the blind.
This, I loved to the point of squee. One of the things I like most about your writing is the precision of your choice of words, and the way you create atmosphere. No, wait, that's two things. Oh well, I like them both!

(And the last couple of lines - delicious! So easy to imagine them in this situation.)

[solosundance.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I'm chuffed you like the scary finger image, although looking at it again I'm not so sure a singular digit can paw, can it, um ... technically-speaking? *g*

[msmoat.livejournal.com]

I'm just interrupting conversations all over the place today. I'll go away soon. But...I think a single digit can "paw". It's more of a clumsy motion than it is a description of a physical thing, when used in that sense. I think. But if you want to get technical, than I'm not sure a finger can be "sickly". *g*

But, hey, it's still a great line!

[draycevixen.livejournal.com]

*interrupts your interruption*

One of the meanings of sickly:
Lacking vigor or strength; feeble or weak: a sickly handshake.

It's a lovely image! :D

Refuses to admit to what my mind is doing with a "pawing finger"

[solosundance.livejournal.com]

heh, my fingers feel pretty sickly when I'm hungover *g* not that I ever am. much.

At this rate, I'm going to run out of swiss roll... *stocks up*

[draycevixen.livejournal.com]

I really like the way you structure this short piece. Right from the opening -- the whole dead thing/his dead thigh/Alka Seltzer bit -- to the end.

You do a lovely job of varying the emotional tone of it. Doyle's disoriented, then he has the flash backs to events and the tone suggests he's regretful/shocked and it seems he's going to bolt, but really he's just moving closer smelling and tasting the soft skin.

Thank you! ♥

Re: At this rate, I'm going to run out of swiss roll... *stocks up*

[solosundance.livejournal.com]

Glad you like the dead thing and thank you! Yes, death and sex, death and alcohol ... dear me, what a vale of tears ... *is philosophical while eyeing swiss roll*

Re: At this rate, I'm going to run out of swiss roll... *stocks up*

[draycevixen.livejournal.com]

Well of course your response to virtual swiss roll is philosophical. *nods sagely* *resists urge to make obvious swiss roll jokes* See, I do have some self-control. *halo*

There are many more prompts... *bats eyelashes*

[schnuffi.livejournal.com]

Now that's something I'd like to wake up to *G* You got that feeling of waking up, not remembering where you are or how you got there right down. Good thing he woke up besides Bodie *G*

[solosundance.livejournal.com]

Good thing he woke up besides Bodie

Anything else would have been too wrong to contemplate *g*

[asymphototropic.livejournal.com]

Ah, such an inspiring, uplifting topic. [mad chuckles ensues]. Oh the debauchery of it all. Really relished this. You pack a bundle of sensations into a paragraph.

[solosundance.livejournal.com]

Thank you. You should know of course that it was you that gave me the dead Doyle vision .. "still as death, very much alive and wide eyed" .. gah, death and sleep, death and sex, I can't stand it [takes up mad chuckling]

[asymphototropic.livejournal.com]

asy: Nothing is certain but death and sexes
Doyle: [scrunching his face delectably] thought that was "death and taxes"
jojo: death and sex, more inspirational
Cowley: Who was it said inspiration is nine-tenths perspiration?
Bodie: Last year's Derby winner.
Cowley: I hardly think so, Bodie. The bookies, maybe. [eying the others askance]Are you two with this pair?
asy and jojo: YES!

[solosundance.livejournal.com]

*gurgles weakly * ... that planet you're from, I think I might buy a house there *g*

[jgraeme2007.livejournal.com]

Lots to love about this one. So much ground covered in such few lines.

And not for one moment did it occur to me that it wasn't Bodie. *g*

[hambelandjemima.livejournal.com]

Mmmm, gorgeous. Lovely images. Excuse me while I mop up the drool :)

Thank you!

[saintvic.livejournal.com]

This is very vivid, really enjoyed it. Especially liked the line:

Wherever they were, they were home, for a few more minutes at least.

And how it implies that as long as they are together they ae home.