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“We should do this again sometime.”
Please.
“I don’t think so, sunshine.”
Don’t ask me why.
“What? But why?”
Never expected that.
“Because it won’t work. Because I say so. Just...because, alright?”
Please, don’t ask again. I don’t want to give you a reason. Not you.
“No, it’s not alright. I want a reason. A proper reason, not just because Doyle says so.”
I know you enjoyed it as much as I did. Was the best shag I’ve had in months. Years, possibly.
“Don’t blame me, then. You did ask. Because I’d have had a better shag if I’d gone down to Soho and picked up a rent boy. Because you had no idea what you were doing. Oh and one last reason? I faked it.”
Fuck Bodie, you’re killing me here, making me tell you lies, but I have to. It’s the only way I’ll survive.
“You bastard. I should kill you but Cowley’d have my guts. Although...”
I know you are lying, but what I can’t tell is why. Therefore...
“Fuckin’ hell, Bodie. Did you have to hit me so hard?”
I deserved that. I deserved more than that. Come on Bodie, hit me again. Make me hate you, not...not anything else.
“You’re lucky you’re still breathing. If you ever come near me again, I’ll kill you.”
Come on Doyle, stop telling me lies.
“Bodie. Don’t...go.”
Don’t stay, either.
“What would I stay here for? You’ve nothing to offer me, now have you?”
How much longer are you going to let this go on, golly? Don’t make me go. If I go, you won’t see me again.
“I... I’m sorry. See you at work, Monday?”
Not likely I won’t. He’ll be off. But this is the best – the only – way.
“Unlikely. Tell Cowley thanks. For partnering me with such an ungrateful wanker.”
You really gonna break up our partnership? Because this could work, you know it could. What’s really going on? You scared us...caring...for one another would fuck up the partnership? Like hell it would. Like hell I’d let it!
“Don’t go. I’m sorry. I lied.”
About everything.
“About what?”
Will I get the truth now?
“About everything. Bodie, this thing between us? It scares me.”
There’s no future for us, is there? The job won’t let there be any.
“It scares me too but are you saying it’s not worth trying? That I’m not worth the effort?”
Now we’re getting somewhere. Come on, sunshine. Work it out.
“No! No, Bodie, I’m not saying that at all. But...the job...”
Cowley will kill us. Throw us out. Unemployed, a statistic amongst millions. And how many named and shamed gay blokes stand a chance of gaining employment in our business? Bodie, you don’t understand.
“Bugger the job. This isn’t about the job. Okay, yeah, the blackmail angle isn’t good, but what if we tell Cowley? What if we give it a trial period, for, say, three months? If Cowley guesses then he has a right to chuck us onto the streets. If he doesn’t, we just tell him. If Cowley isn’t the man I think – know - he is, then we don’t want to work for him, right?”
Ahhh so that’s it, eh? Worried about the future, about joining the ranks of the social outcasts because of unemployment. Cowley wouldn’t let that happen to us, you know? No matter what.
“You make it all sound...straightforward. I wish I could believe it’d be that easy.”
Convince me, Bodie. I want to be convinced so badly.
“It will be. Trust me.”
Come on, Doyle. You know you can trust me.
“I trust you every day with my back.”
And my front and my side. Oh god, I’m nervous.
“And have I ever let you down? You can trust me on this, too. I know Cowley. He wouldn’t throw us to the wolves. Spent too much money training us up just to let it go to waste. You know what he’s like. Sell his grandmother if he thought it’d bring results.”
That ought to do it. Doyle, the ball's in your court.
“If you’re wrong about this, Bodie, I’ll have your balls!”
And you can have mine. Oh god, am I making a mistake?
“I am never wrong. And you can have my balls now, if you like?”
Please?
“S’pose I might as well. Nothing else to do. Oh for fuck’s sake Bodie, don’t look so fucking smug about it. And come here.”
Please?
“And what about the future?”
The future’s looking brighter already.
“Bugger the future.”
Or rather, bugger me.
“I’d rather bugger you.”
Where’s the lube?
“Great minds think alike. Where’s the lube?”
The End...
Title: Ain't Any Future In It.
Author: Probodie
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Genre: Slash
Archive: Yes Hatstand/Circuit
Authors Name for Archive: Probodie
Disclaimer: Not mine, I just play occasionally
A/N: Not betad, just a quick silly fic for a lazy Sunday. And before [Bad username or site: ”draycevixen” @ livejournal.com] points her sharp pointy thing in my direction again. The prompt I took for this snippet was:
I could start it, but why begin it? 'Cos there ain't any future in it. Bay City Rollers, Bye Bye Baby
draycevixen's sharp pointy thing that might have pointed in my direction again LOL “We should do this again sometime.”
Please.
“I don’t think so, sunshine.”
Don’t ask me why.
“What? But why?”
Never expected that.
“Because it won’t work. Because I say so. Just...because, alright?”
Please, don’t ask again. I don’t want to give you a reason. Not you.
“No, it’s not alright. I want a reason. A proper reason, not just because Doyle says so.”
I know you enjoyed it as much as I did. Was the best shag I’ve had in months. Years, possibly.
“Don’t blame me, then. You did ask. Because I’d have had a better shag if I’d gone down to Soho and picked up a rent boy. Because you had no idea what you were doing. Oh and one last reason? I faked it.”
Fuck Bodie, you’re killing me here, making me tell you lies, but I have to. It’s the only way I’ll survive.
“You bastard. I should kill you but Cowley’d have my guts. Although...”
I know you are lying, but what I can’t tell is why. Therefore...
“Fuckin’ hell, Bodie. Did you have to hit me so hard?”
I deserved that. I deserved more than that. Come on Bodie, hit me again. Make me hate you, not...not anything else.
“You’re lucky you’re still breathing. If you ever come near me again, I’ll kill you.”
Come on Doyle, stop telling me lies.
“Bodie. Don’t...go.”
Don’t stay, either.
“What would I stay here for? You’ve nothing to offer me, now have you?”
How much longer are you going to let this go on, golly? Don’t make me go. If I go, you won’t see me again.
“I... I’m sorry. See you at work, Monday?”
Not likely I won’t. He’ll be off. But this is the best – the only – way.
“Unlikely. Tell Cowley thanks. For partnering me with such an ungrateful wanker.”
You really gonna break up our partnership? Because this could work, you know it could. What’s really going on? You scared us...caring...for one another would fuck up the partnership? Like hell it would. Like hell I’d let it!
“Don’t go. I’m sorry. I lied.”
About everything.
“About what?”
Will I get the truth now?
“About everything. Bodie, this thing between us? It scares me.”
There’s no future for us, is there? The job won’t let there be any.
“It scares me too but are you saying it’s not worth trying? That I’m not worth the effort?”
Now we’re getting somewhere. Come on, sunshine. Work it out.
“No! No, Bodie, I’m not saying that at all. But...the job...”
Cowley will kill us. Throw us out. Unemployed, a statistic amongst millions. And how many named and shamed gay blokes stand a chance of gaining employment in our business? Bodie, you don’t understand.
“Bugger the job. This isn’t about the job. Okay, yeah, the blackmail angle isn’t good, but what if we tell Cowley? What if we give it a trial period, for, say, three months? If Cowley guesses then he has a right to chuck us onto the streets. If he doesn’t, we just tell him. If Cowley isn’t the man I think – know - he is, then we don’t want to work for him, right?”
Ahhh so that’s it, eh? Worried about the future, about joining the ranks of the social outcasts because of unemployment. Cowley wouldn’t let that happen to us, you know? No matter what.
“You make it all sound...straightforward. I wish I could believe it’d be that easy.”
Convince me, Bodie. I want to be convinced so badly.
“It will be. Trust me.”
Come on, Doyle. You know you can trust me.
“I trust you every day with my back.”
And my front and my side. Oh god, I’m nervous.
“And have I ever let you down? You can trust me on this, too. I know Cowley. He wouldn’t throw us to the wolves. Spent too much money training us up just to let it go to waste. You know what he’s like. Sell his grandmother if he thought it’d bring results.”
That ought to do it. Doyle, the ball's in your court.
“If you’re wrong about this, Bodie, I’ll have your balls!”
And you can have mine. Oh god, am I making a mistake?
“I am never wrong. And you can have my balls now, if you like?”
Please?
“S’pose I might as well. Nothing else to do. Oh for fuck’s sake Bodie, don’t look so fucking smug about it. And come here.”
Please?
“And what about the future?”
The future’s looking brighter already.
“Bugger the future.”
Or rather, bugger me.
“I’d rather bugger you.”
Where’s the lube?
“Great minds think alike. Where’s the lube?”
The End...
Title: Ain't Any Future In It.
Author: Probodie
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Genre: Slash
Archive: Yes Hatstand/Circuit
Authors Name for Archive: Probodie
Disclaimer: Not mine, I just play occasionally
A/N: Not betad, just a quick silly fic for a lazy Sunday. And before [Bad username or site: ”draycevixen” @ livejournal.com] points her sharp pointy thing in my direction again. The prompt I took for this snippet was:
I could start it, but why begin it? 'Cos there ain't any future in it. Bay City Rollers, Bye Bye Baby
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Date: 2008-06-22 10:08 pm (UTC)I like it! And I like that Bodie doesn't give up! And that he believes in Cowley!
(Only - sometimes it's not easy to follow who is talking. But I think a "B:" and "D:" wouldn't be good either.)
Thanks! It's fun!
Don't fear the pokey stick! It gets such good results.
Date: 2008-06-23 04:06 am (UTC)I really like the way this is done, the sharp difference between what they're saying and what they're thinking.
Right from that *overly* casual opening line: We should do this again sometime.” right through the rent boy bluff and what Cowley might do to the full circle of wanting to do it again.
This really cheered me up and put a smile on my face. Thank you! ♥
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Date: 2008-06-23 04:57 pm (UTC)Ahh sometimes I like to give them mystery, so you have to *think* about who is talking *g* That's my excuse, anyway...
Re: Don't fear the pokey stick! It gets such good results.
Date: 2008-06-23 04:57 pm (UTC)(I replied - dont hate me!)
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Date: 2008-07-01 11:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-05 12:40 pm (UTC)