discoveredinalj | Fic for the June Challenge

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
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