discoveredinalj | First Gift - Bodie the Tight-trousered Agent and Good Boss George Cowley

Well, it’s my day today! Can I just start by saying how great everyone’s contributions to the calendar have been? So much wonderful Pros love! I'm still catching up with all that reading.

My first contribution is some filk, which I thought was quite appropriate to the A-Carolling theme. If you don’t know, filk is when you take a well-known song and change all the words so that it’s about a particular fandom. I’m really not very good at it, but I had a go! Please do allow me some rather broad metrical licence... *g*

So, before you look beneath the cut, please make sure you have the tunes of ‘Rudolph the Ren-Nosed Reindeer’ and ‘Good King Wenceslas’ in your mind – the way to read what follows is to sing it to the appropriate tune! If you don’t, it won’t come across as it’s meant to.

To the tune of ‘Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer’

Doyle has to have two syllables for this one: Doy-le.

Bodie the tight-trousered agent,
had some very very tight flares,
and if you ever saw him,
you would know why everyone stares.

All of the other agents,
used to imitate his look,
but their boss, Mr Cowley,
regarded it as childish muck.

Then one foggy Christmas Eve,
Doyle came and said,
“Bodie with your pants so tight,
won’t you come to bed tonight?”

Bodie, of course, said “Yes please!”
And Doyle shouted out with glee,
And despite Cowley’s protests,
Their love went down in history!

Their love went down in his-to-ry!

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To the tune of ‘Good King Wenceslas’ (my prompt)

For this one Doyle has to have one syllable!

Good boss George Cowley looked out,
on the feast of Stephen,
rebuking agents who were about,
because they were all heathens.

Bodie didn’t go to work,
though he knew he should go,
but he couldn’t leave that smirk,
nor Doyle’s bondage ro-o-ope.

Doyle coaxed Bodie back to bed,
with promises of hot sex,
and then he kissed his lips and head,
and gave his neck to caress.

Bodie kissed Doyle’s whole body,
finishing with his cock,
which was already rather firm
and solid as a ro-o-ock.

Doyle sighed very long and deep,
closed his eyes in leisure,
but Bodie wouldn’t let him sleep,
demanding his own pleasure.

Doyle tied Bodie to the bed,
took him from behind (again).
Bodie liked it when Doyle led,
so he didn’t comp-lai-ain.

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More festive fun coming your way soon...