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God's Own County
It was a breath of cool air against the bare skin of his back that nudged Ray toward sleepy awareness. He fought against it for only a moment before blinking his eyes open to stare into the darkness, years of waking in strange beds allowing him to quickly orient himself. He was alone—momentarily, he was sure—in a bed that he'd rarely left since he and Bodie had arrived in Yorkshire.
He suppressed a groan as he rolled over toward the middle of the bed, pulling the blanket over his shoulders as he settled his head more deeply in his pillow. The cottage was a small vacation rental, consisting of one room that served as lounge and kitchen, a tiny bedroom and an even tinier bath. Ray could hear Bodie in the other room though no lights were on, and as his eyes drifted shut, Doyle idly wondered what his partner was up to in the middle of the night.
A dip in the bed beside him and a quick shuffling of the blanket announced Bodie's return, and before his head had even touched his pillow, Ray was reaching for him. He didn't want to start anything—wasn't sure if he could, if he wanted to be truthful—but since the moment they'd become lovers, the freedom to touch Bodie had gone to his head like strong drink. Learning and relearning every slope and surface of Bodie, from his sturdy toes to the top of his sleek head, had become Ray's greatest obsession and deepest joy.
The fact that Bodie suffered these intimate examinations and constant caresses with more than just good grace wasn't lost on Ray, and that was another piece of the vast and growing contentment that Doyle carried inside him like a cherished secret. For as much as he loved touching Bodie, as much pleasure as he found in making love with him or sharing the morning paper after a night together, it had become blazingly obvious that Bodie more than returned the sentiment.
In retrospect, Ray should've known that once unleashed, Bodie's affections would be all-encompassing. In public, he was no more demonstrative than he'd been before, his touches affectionate, matey, teasing, and light. In private, when the world was shut away and it was just the two of them, Bodie was the consummate lover, his dedication to Ray's pleasure also bordering on obsession. The passion that inspired both men to be the best at what they did professionally was multiplied many times over in the passion that was now between them as they wove themselves together both physically and emotionally.
The road to this careworn cottage near the moors hadn't been smooth. The introduction of sex into their relationship had not been without its land mines as they'd negotiated their way through the tricky paths of this new and often frightening world. Things that would've seemed to be apparent—the forsaking of other relationships, the decision to inform Cowley, the expectation of a future together—became fraught with misunderstanding and unexpected opportunities to hurt. More often than not, once tempers had cooled and reason reigned once more, they would discover that they'd both wanted the same thing all along, but pride and the reluctant release of the fears that had held them back kept getting in the way. That two men who trusted each other so deeply could get this so wrong so often was a revelation to Doyle and he was coming to understand that he'd never worked so hard at a relationship—but the stakes had never been so high.
Now wide awake, Ray waited while Bodie arranged their limbs until they were comfortably entwined in a loose embrace. Leaning in for a kiss, Ray wasn't surprised to encounter a sticky sweetness on Bodie's mouth. He licked the substance away and smacked his lips before favouring Bodie with a mock glare that was lost in the gloom.
"Those preserves were for our breakfast," he scolded.
Bodie yawned and snuggled closer, his palm spreading warmth where it rested low on Ray's hip. "It is morning," he argued with impeccable Bodie logic, "don't see why I have to wait for a bloody cuckoo clock to tell me when I'm hungry."
Doyle opened his mouth to protest, then thought better of it. "Fine, we have to go into town for supplies anyway. Fancy a hike on the moors after we get back? Some exercise will do us both a world of good."
Bodie tortured his pillow with a pitiful moan, then curled forward to place a kiss on Ray's shoulder. "All right, if that's what you want. No doubt you'll make a suitably tragic Heathcliff, all those curls blowin' in the wind."
"Oi!" Doyle poked Bodie in the ribs. "Heathcliff was a miserable old git who destroyed everything he touched. Probably ate preserves from the jar, just like someone I know."
"Nah, I'm not Heathcliff, either. More of a Rochester, I think."
"Hmm."
"What, you don't agree?"
"Yeah, all right, Rochester. But after the fire."
"Why after the fire?" Affronted, Bodie heaved up on his elbow to frown down at Doyle. "Then he's all scarred and ugly, unlike me, who is most assuredly neither of those things, in case you hadn't noticed."
"Oh, don't worry, you vain fool, I noticed." Doyle looped his arm around Bodie's neck and pulled him close for a kiss that was meant to be conciliatory, but quickly progressed into something else. Despite his earlier observation that arousal was nigh on impossible, his wayward body was having its own say in the matter.
It was a few breathless moments later that Bodie brought the subject back to the forefront. The fact that his mouth was doing deliciously wicked things to Doyle's right nipple didn't hinder him from prodding Ray on his choice of plot points.
"So why after the fire?" he murmured, his breath hot on Ray's skin.
"Hmm? Oh, yeah." Doyle combed his fingers through Bodie's hair, legs falling apart as Bodie journeyed southward. "Think it'd be—oh, Christ, that's good—obvious."
Bodie lifted his mouth from Ray's navel and grinned. "Let's pretend I'm as thick as you like to say and explain it to me."
"All right," Doyle sighed. "But only if you promise to pick up where you left off."
Sliding his hands beneath Bodie's arms, he hauled him up until Bodie was leaning over him so closely that their noses touched.
"Been a while since I saw the film, mind," he murmured, "but if I remember correctly, it was only after he'd almost lost everything that Rochester sussed it all out."
"Sussed what out?" Bodie whispered, eyes wide with expectation.
"The important bits, the parts about honesty, loyalty, love—you know, the usual," he added with a self-concious chuckle before his expression turned severe. "But I swear to God, Bodie, you call me Jane just once and I'll fillet you like a—"
"Yeah, yeah, point taken. You done threatening me? Good." Bodie covered Ray's mouth with his own in a kiss that conveyed his perfect understanding of Doyle's rather astute assessment. From there the literary discussion continued on a less erudite level, their choice of words reduced to a few indecipherable exclamations and a flurry of encouraging moans. A noisy consensus was reached almost simultaneously, followed by peaceful negotiations, heartfelt concessions, and blessed silence.
byslantedlight, who gave me a bit of inspiration.God's Own County
It was a breath of cool air against the bare skin of his back that nudged Ray toward sleepy awareness. He fought against it for only a moment before blinking his eyes open to stare into the darkness, years of waking in strange beds allowing him to quickly orient himself. He was alone—momentarily, he was sure—in a bed that he'd rarely left since he and Bodie had arrived in Yorkshire.
He suppressed a groan as he rolled over toward the middle of the bed, pulling the blanket over his shoulders as he settled his head more deeply in his pillow. The cottage was a small vacation rental, consisting of one room that served as lounge and kitchen, a tiny bedroom and an even tinier bath. Ray could hear Bodie in the other room though no lights were on, and as his eyes drifted shut, Doyle idly wondered what his partner was up to in the middle of the night.
A dip in the bed beside him and a quick shuffling of the blanket announced Bodie's return, and before his head had even touched his pillow, Ray was reaching for him. He didn't want to start anything—wasn't sure if he could, if he wanted to be truthful—but since the moment they'd become lovers, the freedom to touch Bodie had gone to his head like strong drink. Learning and relearning every slope and surface of Bodie, from his sturdy toes to the top of his sleek head, had become Ray's greatest obsession and deepest joy.
The fact that Bodie suffered these intimate examinations and constant caresses with more than just good grace wasn't lost on Ray, and that was another piece of the vast and growing contentment that Doyle carried inside him like a cherished secret. For as much as he loved touching Bodie, as much pleasure as he found in making love with him or sharing the morning paper after a night together, it had become blazingly obvious that Bodie more than returned the sentiment.
In retrospect, Ray should've known that once unleashed, Bodie's affections would be all-encompassing. In public, he was no more demonstrative than he'd been before, his touches affectionate, matey, teasing, and light. In private, when the world was shut away and it was just the two of them, Bodie was the consummate lover, his dedication to Ray's pleasure also bordering on obsession. The passion that inspired both men to be the best at what they did professionally was multiplied many times over in the passion that was now between them as they wove themselves together both physically and emotionally.
The road to this careworn cottage near the moors hadn't been smooth. The introduction of sex into their relationship had not been without its land mines as they'd negotiated their way through the tricky paths of this new and often frightening world. Things that would've seemed to be apparent—the forsaking of other relationships, the decision to inform Cowley, the expectation of a future together—became fraught with misunderstanding and unexpected opportunities to hurt. More often than not, once tempers had cooled and reason reigned once more, they would discover that they'd both wanted the same thing all along, but pride and the reluctant release of the fears that had held them back kept getting in the way. That two men who trusted each other so deeply could get this so wrong so often was a revelation to Doyle and he was coming to understand that he'd never worked so hard at a relationship—but the stakes had never been so high.
Now wide awake, Ray waited while Bodie arranged their limbs until they were comfortably entwined in a loose embrace. Leaning in for a kiss, Ray wasn't surprised to encounter a sticky sweetness on Bodie's mouth. He licked the substance away and smacked his lips before favouring Bodie with a mock glare that was lost in the gloom.
"Those preserves were for our breakfast," he scolded.
Bodie yawned and snuggled closer, his palm spreading warmth where it rested low on Ray's hip. "It is morning," he argued with impeccable Bodie logic, "don't see why I have to wait for a bloody cuckoo clock to tell me when I'm hungry."
Doyle opened his mouth to protest, then thought better of it. "Fine, we have to go into town for supplies anyway. Fancy a hike on the moors after we get back? Some exercise will do us both a world of good."
Bodie tortured his pillow with a pitiful moan, then curled forward to place a kiss on Ray's shoulder. "All right, if that's what you want. No doubt you'll make a suitably tragic Heathcliff, all those curls blowin' in the wind."
"Oi!" Doyle poked Bodie in the ribs. "Heathcliff was a miserable old git who destroyed everything he touched. Probably ate preserves from the jar, just like someone I know."
"Nah, I'm not Heathcliff, either. More of a Rochester, I think."
"Hmm."
"What, you don't agree?"
"Yeah, all right, Rochester. But after the fire."
"Why after the fire?" Affronted, Bodie heaved up on his elbow to frown down at Doyle. "Then he's all scarred and ugly, unlike me, who is most assuredly neither of those things, in case you hadn't noticed."
"Oh, don't worry, you vain fool, I noticed." Doyle looped his arm around Bodie's neck and pulled him close for a kiss that was meant to be conciliatory, but quickly progressed into something else. Despite his earlier observation that arousal was nigh on impossible, his wayward body was having its own say in the matter.
It was a few breathless moments later that Bodie brought the subject back to the forefront. The fact that his mouth was doing deliciously wicked things to Doyle's right nipple didn't hinder him from prodding Ray on his choice of plot points.
"So why after the fire?" he murmured, his breath hot on Ray's skin.
"Hmm? Oh, yeah." Doyle combed his fingers through Bodie's hair, legs falling apart as Bodie journeyed southward. "Think it'd be—oh, Christ, that's good—obvious."
Bodie lifted his mouth from Ray's navel and grinned. "Let's pretend I'm as thick as you like to say and explain it to me."
"All right," Doyle sighed. "But only if you promise to pick up where you left off."
Sliding his hands beneath Bodie's arms, he hauled him up until Bodie was leaning over him so closely that their noses touched.
"Been a while since I saw the film, mind," he murmured, "but if I remember correctly, it was only after he'd almost lost everything that Rochester sussed it all out."
"Sussed what out?" Bodie whispered, eyes wide with expectation.
"The important bits, the parts about honesty, loyalty, love—you know, the usual," he added with a self-concious chuckle before his expression turned severe. "But I swear to God, Bodie, you call me Jane just once and I'll fillet you like a—"
"Yeah, yeah, point taken. You done threatening me? Good." Bodie covered Ray's mouth with his own in a kiss that conveyed his perfect understanding of Doyle's rather astute assessment. From there the literary discussion continued on a less erudite level, their choice of words reduced to a few indecipherable exclamations and a flurry of encouraging moans. A noisy consensus was reached almost simultaneously, followed by peaceful negotiations, heartfelt concessions, and blessed silence.
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Date: 2008-12-31 02:38 am (UTC)Thank you for all three vignettes! I had a marvelous time reading them all.
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Date: 2008-12-31 03:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-31 10:15 am (UTC)PS - and yeay for the moors! *vbg*
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Date: 2008-12-31 10:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-31 11:57 am (UTC)Oh, yes. Exactly how I'd see Bodie. Both of them are to intense, I can imagine the love would be as well. And very much just the two of them.
Thanks, this was amazingly sweet and wonderful. You've made me so happy posting these.
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Date: 2008-12-31 12:01 pm (UTC)Lovely! I love the idea that being the best professionally extends into them being the best in private too. And Doyle having the freedom to touch Bodie wherever and whenever... ::beams::
The three stories lead into each other beautifully too - it's been a real pleasure reading them one after the other. Thank you so much.
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Date: 2008-12-31 01:03 pm (UTC)"But I swear to God, Bodie, you call me Jane just once and I'll fillet you like a—"
Given that Bodie started it, Doyle could always call him 'Cathy.' ;-)
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Date: 2008-12-31 01:23 pm (UTC)Thanks very much for all of these posts.
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Date: 2009-01-06 05:14 am (UTC)take care - V
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Date: 2009-01-06 12:08 pm (UTC)http://shooting2kill.livejournal.com/119066.html
.....where I 'borrowed' a quote from one of my favourite stories written by you? Discovered in a Crossfire....just thought I'd let you know!
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Date: 2009-01-01 05:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-01 11:21 pm (UTC)But also Doyle's feelings about touching Bodie now that he's allowed to - and not being able to keep his hands off him - now that's just delicious.
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Date: 2009-01-06 05:15 am (UTC)I'm glad you enjoyed the stories and thank you so much for all your comments - as always, they are very much appreciated.
take care - V
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Date: 2009-01-04 05:07 am (UTC)Love the passion between them and Doyle's observation on how much work this relationship is... It is difficult to imagine that a relationship struck up between two alpha males would be problem free! *g*
Thank you! :D
Very late but catching up
Date: 2009-01-26 09:50 pm (UTC)