Fifth Gift - Time Gone By
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discoveredinaljMy next treat is a story that also isn’t exactly festive. Actually, it was inspired by realising I had missed the GPW of Kickback, around which episode all the action is based.
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Time Gone By
Bodie had been having a lovely evening, what with the prospect of a bit of diving, the clear moonlight, and Doyle getting his chest hair caught in the zip of his wet suit. The face he pulled was a picture, as he winced and tried to free it without causing himself more pain. Those were the things Bodie loved about Doyle – his expressiveness, his ability to switch between self pity and a broad smile in an instant, his... well, his tenderness. And the way that wet suit clung to his slender thighs.
Then it was time for the op, and they clambered aboard the yacht, and who was standing there to taunt him? Keller. Keller with his rugged features, his strong shoulders, his deep eyes. And the memories Bodie didn’t want came flooding back.
Keller, being as annoying a bastard as he had ever been, didn’t have the decency to be a criminal but rather turned out to be undercover on the yacht and working on the same project as CI5 – so, whether he liked it or not, this time Bodie was going to have to face those memories.
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“You lied to Cowley.” Doyle tried very hard to keep his expression blank, but he knew he was betraying something of the puzzled emotions he was feeling. “You made out like you didn’t know that Keller very well – but you do, don’t you?”
Bodie shrugged, and avoided eye contact. “I served with him briefly. Very briefly, really. I really don’t know him that well at all. And I’m not sure it was special ops he moved on to, it might have been... somewhere else.”
“Now you’re lying to me.”
“I’m not lying – why would I lie?” Bodie feigned a surprised, hurt look, and turned to look Doyle in the eye to make it seem more real. But Doyle knew him better that, and so all he managed to achieve was an uneasy sense between them that he was hiding something.
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Before he had time to prepare himself, Bodie found that Cowley wanted him to go undercover. With Keller. Alone with Keller. Well, they would have been alone if it weren’t for that cow Sheila.
In the middle of the first night they spent at the farmhouse, Bodie couldn’t sleep, wandered downstairs. He sat down at the kitchen table and swigged from a bottle of milk, feeling lonely, just like he used to in the army. He hadn’t felt lonely since he joined CI5, since he met Doyle. But now the darkness was closing in on him...
Then, suddenly, it was light. Bodie blinked, shielded his eyes against the brightness of the light bulb, and peered at the figure standing in the doorway.
“Drowning your sorrows, Bodie?”
Bodie just snorted.
“You should be getting some rest, you need to be sharp tomorrow. Or I’ll end up taking another bullet for you.”
After a few moments of shaking his head and failing to calm himself down, all Bodie’s rage came out at once. He stood, barely realising he was doing so. “You just never leave it, do you? You have to bring it up every time! I carried you away from danger when you were wounded! I listened to you when you needed to talk! I gave you everything you asked of me! I-“
“Bodie, shut up before you say something embarrassing.” Keller sat down on the opposite side of the table, reached for the bottle of milk, and took a swig from it. “And sit down.”
Bodie sat, and was immediately annoyed with himself. When he was with Keller, all he ever did was obey him. Why couldn’t he stop?
“Don’t start getting all jealous about Sheila, it’s not that serious.”
“Then why harbour a known criminal and addict? The sex must be great for you to risk everything for someone like that.”
“I’m sure you’d like to know.”
“You always were a cocky bastard, Keller.” Bodie stood up again, and made to leave the kitchen. But he could not resist turning back. “And for your information, I couldn’t care less what you do with your life.”
Keller caught his arm with surprising gentleness, and then stood up. They’re faces were suddenly close, and they could feel each other’s breath.
“What would Sheila say?” Bodie whispered coarsely. Deep down he didn’t want it, but he could feel himself beginning to stir at the prospect of spending the night with Keller.
Keller bit his lip, moved closer, and let his hand wander up Bodie’s arm and softly down his back. He moved his leg a little, to feel whether Bodie had an erection, and his eyes glinted at the reassuring hardness against his thigh.
For a few heartbeats it seemed they would carry it through, tear off each other’s clothes, fuck each other right there on the kitchen table, taste those old times flooding back. But Bodie pulled away, and gently removed Keller’s hand, which had been beginning to tease his shirt out from his trousers.
“I’m sorry, Keller. I can’t.”
“Bodie.”
But Bodie had retreated, and a few moments later he was sitting on his bed with a chair pushed up against the door. Keller was persistent, trying the door several times, but Bodie wasn’t going to give in. In the quiet darkness, he tried to relieve his erection with his hand. He forced himself to think of Doyle, but Keller kept floating in and out of his thoughts. So, in the end, when he knew the coast was clear, he sneaked downstairs and out to the car to call Doyle, just to hear his voice.
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The next day, Bodie and Keller did not mention the night before to each other, but they were easy enough together. They both knew there was a certain enjoyment in their undercover actions, like a schoolboyish roleplay, a thrill that they both understood from their army days.
After the ‘assassination’, Bodie began to wonder whether he had been too harsh in his rejection the night before. Perhaps Keller was annoying and brash and all the things that drove him mad, but he understood him. Could Doyle ever understand that danger could be exciting, that killing could be a thrill sometimes?
But, as it turned out, Keller was playing him false all along. Bodie could understand wanting something back after all those years of service – but the difference was that he would never betray his friends or even his betters to get it.
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After a few days, Bodie got together the courage to go and see Keller in his hospital bed. He showed the guards his CI5 badge, and insisted that he had to speak to him alone.
“I knew you’d come,” Keller said, arrogant to the last.
“I came to say sorry,” Bodie said. “Sorry because I thought I knew you, but I don’t. Sorry because I never asked you to take a bullet for me, but you did. Sorry because I wish you had got away, so I didn’t have to look at your ugly face again.”
The corner of Keller’s mouth twitched, as if wondering whether to smile. But was Bodie joking?
“And sorry because I’ve realised you were never any good for me, and I’m ready to forget you.”
“You don’t mean that, Bodie. You’ll never forget me.”
“Yes I will, because I have someone now who is ten times the man you could ever be. Someone who never complains or tries to make me feel guilty or deliberately hurts me. I’ll never think of you again.”
“But what about the excitement?” Keller taunted. “Does this Doyle give you that? The thrills you need to keep you going, to keep you interested?”
Bodie shook his head. “No. He gives me much more than that.”
“Bodie-“
“Goodbye Keller.”
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Bodie was still frowning as he got back to the car. Were his feelings for Keller really so clear-cut as he made out? Would he really never think about him again? The man who had been his first partner in any sense...
“Well?” Doyle said as Bodie got in.
“Well what?”
Doyle sighed, and closed his eyes for a moment. If Bodie wasn’t ready to be honest and open with him...
“Keller was the first man I slept with,” Bodie said quietly. “We were together for about a year and a half. He had... a lot of power over me. But now he doesn’t any more.”
There was a gleam in Doyle’s eyes as he looked at his partner that almost spoke of gratitude – not for the honesty in itself, but for meeting him halfway and dropping that stubborn pride for five minutes. But, being the obsessive thinker that he was, Doyle couldn’t stop himself from asking something. “Did you sleep with him? At the farmhouse?”
“No.”
Doyle knew Bodie well enough to know when he was telling the truth. So now everything was out in the open, Keller was gone, and once again they had only each other. As they drove back for further orders from Cowley, they were back to their old selves again. And that night, Bodie knew he had a lot of making up to do, and Doyle happily lay back and accepted it.
Title: Time Gone By
Author: Rochvelleth
Pairings: It’s all about B/D, but features historical B/Keller.
Warnings: You may not like it if you don’t buy into B/Keller :) Also, features references to sex and masturbation.
Notes: Set during Kickback. Actually written with GPW of a couple of weeks ago in mind!
Disclaimer: Keller doesn’t own Bodie any more, oh no he doesn’t :)
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Time Gone By
Bodie had been having a lovely evening, what with the prospect of a bit of diving, the clear moonlight, and Doyle getting his chest hair caught in the zip of his wet suit. The face he pulled was a picture, as he winced and tried to free it without causing himself more pain. Those were the things Bodie loved about Doyle – his expressiveness, his ability to switch between self pity and a broad smile in an instant, his... well, his tenderness. And the way that wet suit clung to his slender thighs.
Then it was time for the op, and they clambered aboard the yacht, and who was standing there to taunt him? Keller. Keller with his rugged features, his strong shoulders, his deep eyes. And the memories Bodie didn’t want came flooding back.
Keller, being as annoying a bastard as he had ever been, didn’t have the decency to be a criminal but rather turned out to be undercover on the yacht and working on the same project as CI5 – so, whether he liked it or not, this time Bodie was going to have to face those memories.
---
“You lied to Cowley.” Doyle tried very hard to keep his expression blank, but he knew he was betraying something of the puzzled emotions he was feeling. “You made out like you didn’t know that Keller very well – but you do, don’t you?”
Bodie shrugged, and avoided eye contact. “I served with him briefly. Very briefly, really. I really don’t know him that well at all. And I’m not sure it was special ops he moved on to, it might have been... somewhere else.”
“Now you’re lying to me.”
“I’m not lying – why would I lie?” Bodie feigned a surprised, hurt look, and turned to look Doyle in the eye to make it seem more real. But Doyle knew him better that, and so all he managed to achieve was an uneasy sense between them that he was hiding something.
---
Before he had time to prepare himself, Bodie found that Cowley wanted him to go undercover. With Keller. Alone with Keller. Well, they would have been alone if it weren’t for that cow Sheila.
In the middle of the first night they spent at the farmhouse, Bodie couldn’t sleep, wandered downstairs. He sat down at the kitchen table and swigged from a bottle of milk, feeling lonely, just like he used to in the army. He hadn’t felt lonely since he joined CI5, since he met Doyle. But now the darkness was closing in on him...
Then, suddenly, it was light. Bodie blinked, shielded his eyes against the brightness of the light bulb, and peered at the figure standing in the doorway.
“Drowning your sorrows, Bodie?”
Bodie just snorted.
“You should be getting some rest, you need to be sharp tomorrow. Or I’ll end up taking another bullet for you.”
After a few moments of shaking his head and failing to calm himself down, all Bodie’s rage came out at once. He stood, barely realising he was doing so. “You just never leave it, do you? You have to bring it up every time! I carried you away from danger when you were wounded! I listened to you when you needed to talk! I gave you everything you asked of me! I-“
“Bodie, shut up before you say something embarrassing.” Keller sat down on the opposite side of the table, reached for the bottle of milk, and took a swig from it. “And sit down.”
Bodie sat, and was immediately annoyed with himself. When he was with Keller, all he ever did was obey him. Why couldn’t he stop?
“Don’t start getting all jealous about Sheila, it’s not that serious.”
“Then why harbour a known criminal and addict? The sex must be great for you to risk everything for someone like that.”
“I’m sure you’d like to know.”
“You always were a cocky bastard, Keller.” Bodie stood up again, and made to leave the kitchen. But he could not resist turning back. “And for your information, I couldn’t care less what you do with your life.”
Keller caught his arm with surprising gentleness, and then stood up. They’re faces were suddenly close, and they could feel each other’s breath.
“What would Sheila say?” Bodie whispered coarsely. Deep down he didn’t want it, but he could feel himself beginning to stir at the prospect of spending the night with Keller.
Keller bit his lip, moved closer, and let his hand wander up Bodie’s arm and softly down his back. He moved his leg a little, to feel whether Bodie had an erection, and his eyes glinted at the reassuring hardness against his thigh.
For a few heartbeats it seemed they would carry it through, tear off each other’s clothes, fuck each other right there on the kitchen table, taste those old times flooding back. But Bodie pulled away, and gently removed Keller’s hand, which had been beginning to tease his shirt out from his trousers.
“I’m sorry, Keller. I can’t.”
“Bodie.”
But Bodie had retreated, and a few moments later he was sitting on his bed with a chair pushed up against the door. Keller was persistent, trying the door several times, but Bodie wasn’t going to give in. In the quiet darkness, he tried to relieve his erection with his hand. He forced himself to think of Doyle, but Keller kept floating in and out of his thoughts. So, in the end, when he knew the coast was clear, he sneaked downstairs and out to the car to call Doyle, just to hear his voice.
---
The next day, Bodie and Keller did not mention the night before to each other, but they were easy enough together. They both knew there was a certain enjoyment in their undercover actions, like a schoolboyish roleplay, a thrill that they both understood from their army days.
After the ‘assassination’, Bodie began to wonder whether he had been too harsh in his rejection the night before. Perhaps Keller was annoying and brash and all the things that drove him mad, but he understood him. Could Doyle ever understand that danger could be exciting, that killing could be a thrill sometimes?
But, as it turned out, Keller was playing him false all along. Bodie could understand wanting something back after all those years of service – but the difference was that he would never betray his friends or even his betters to get it.
---
After a few days, Bodie got together the courage to go and see Keller in his hospital bed. He showed the guards his CI5 badge, and insisted that he had to speak to him alone.
“I knew you’d come,” Keller said, arrogant to the last.
“I came to say sorry,” Bodie said. “Sorry because I thought I knew you, but I don’t. Sorry because I never asked you to take a bullet for me, but you did. Sorry because I wish you had got away, so I didn’t have to look at your ugly face again.”
The corner of Keller’s mouth twitched, as if wondering whether to smile. But was Bodie joking?
“And sorry because I’ve realised you were never any good for me, and I’m ready to forget you.”
“You don’t mean that, Bodie. You’ll never forget me.”
“Yes I will, because I have someone now who is ten times the man you could ever be. Someone who never complains or tries to make me feel guilty or deliberately hurts me. I’ll never think of you again.”
“But what about the excitement?” Keller taunted. “Does this Doyle give you that? The thrills you need to keep you going, to keep you interested?”
Bodie shook his head. “No. He gives me much more than that.”
“Bodie-“
“Goodbye Keller.”
---
Bodie was still frowning as he got back to the car. Were his feelings for Keller really so clear-cut as he made out? Would he really never think about him again? The man who had been his first partner in any sense...
“Well?” Doyle said as Bodie got in.
“Well what?”
Doyle sighed, and closed his eyes for a moment. If Bodie wasn’t ready to be honest and open with him...
“Keller was the first man I slept with,” Bodie said quietly. “We were together for about a year and a half. He had... a lot of power over me. But now he doesn’t any more.”
There was a gleam in Doyle’s eyes as he looked at his partner that almost spoke of gratitude – not for the honesty in itself, but for meeting him halfway and dropping that stubborn pride for five minutes. But, being the obsessive thinker that he was, Doyle couldn’t stop himself from asking something. “Did you sleep with him? At the farmhouse?”
“No.”
Doyle knew Bodie well enough to know when he was telling the truth. So now everything was out in the open, Keller was gone, and once again they had only each other. As they drove back for further orders from Cowley, they were back to their old selves again. And that night, Bodie knew he had a lot of making up to do, and Doyle happily lay back and accepted it.
Title: Time Gone By
Author: Rochvelleth
Pairings: It’s all about B/D, but features historical B/Keller.
Warnings: You may not like it if you don’t buy into B/Keller :) Also, features references to sex and masturbation.
Notes: Set during Kickback. Actually written with GPW of a couple of weeks ago in mind!
Disclaimer: Keller doesn’t own Bodie any more, oh no he doesn’t :)
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Date: 2008-12-27 02:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-28 01:55 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2008-12-27 04:29 pm (UTC)You're spoiling us with so many goodies - thank you!
I quite like the idea of Bodie with Keller ::ducks quickly:: but only as long as he ends up with Doyle *g*
and Doyle getting his chest hair caught in the zip of his wet suit.
Made me grin, 'cos I'm horrid like that!
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Date: 2008-12-28 02:14 pm (UTC)I think Bodie/Keller is really obvious, so I'm always surprised when people don't agree *g*
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Date: 2008-12-28 02:19 pm (UTC)And yes, Keller definitely belongs to the past. In fact, I tend to ignore the plot of Kickback and think of the whole thing as a flashback to how Bodie lived before he met Doyle and how everything became better since he did. But then I've never been one for plots ;)
Thanks!
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Date: 2008-12-27 11:57 pm (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2008-12-28 04:39 pm (UTC)Actually, hang on, I've had a better idea... *goes off to post the next icontest challenge*