Discovered during a Test Match - Caught at first slip

[kiwisue.livejournal.com]

A follow-on from probodie's lovely effort:



"Over!"

Bodie, being somewhat preoccupied, doesn't hear the umpire's call. Nor does Doyle, for whom the word has no significance anyway, whose attention is all on the back and forth that is everything he and Bodie want, right now, right here. In a moment though, the scattered sound of applause comes through the changing room window and Bodie knows that the sound is different, louder than before.

"Christ, Ray, get a move on! It's the tea interval!"

Doyle doesn't get it at first, concentrating on the sweet slide of sex and the feel and sight of Bodie's arse, so smooth and pale in the dim light. But he responds to the urgent tone and speeds up, thrusting with intent, loving the feel of it, loving Bodie.

"Oi, someone's locked the door!"

Ah, fuck.

"Pottinger's got the key. I'll fetch him."

There's nothing to do but go for it, although Doyle wishes he hadn't drunk that whole bottle of wine while he was watching the match. Bodie's heaving under him, one hand on the cool shower tiles, the other working his cock like crazy. Although Doyle can't see it he can feel it, and it spurs him on, makes him hammer his prick into Bodie's arse like it's the end of the world arriving, like they have to get this done before that moment when there are no more moments and...

Doyle pinches Bodie's nipples, the way he really, really likes it, and Bodie feels the shock of it down to his groin. He's high on the feeling of being filled by Doyle, split apart, lifted higher...

There it is.

No more moments. Just this one.

Doyle always loves it when Bodie comes. He feels the grip of it, the pulse inside. Better than anything, better than lazing on sun-drenched grass outside, or enjoying the sight of Bodie hitting that small red ball into the far distance. It overwhelms the sunshine, the wine and the day, and he empties himself completely.

Over.

They part, hurriedly tidying things up before the man with the key arrives. Bodie kisses Doyle with warm, tender lips, then strips off his whites, turns his back and ducks under a stream of water. Doyle finds Bodie's towel in his kit bag and hangs it over the cubicle door, just as the key turns in the outside lock, before a half-dozen excited players tumble into the room.

"Hey, who are you?"

"He's Bodie's mate. Met him before the game."

."..where's Bodie? That was a bloody good knock of his, you know. Man of the Match for certain."

"He's in the shower. Heat got to him a bit." Doyle has the grace to smile, a little wicked maybe, but not so's they'd notice. They're ebullient, scenting victory. Only thirty runs to go, and wickets in hand, they say. They purloin sandwiches from Doyle's picnic basket and pull beers out of canvas bags tucked under benches - the real reason they're here and not up with the rest of the crew in the main pavilion, it seems. Bodie emerges, dressed again, hair still dripping from the shower and grumbles at them for nicking his food and drinking before stumps. It's all in good humour and before too long the group departs, dragging Bodie with them to watch the end of the affray. Bodie hangs back, wants to stay, but Doyle waves him on.

At the pub Doyle will help celebrate the team's victory, and Bodie's part in it. Then they'll go home while it's still light and together they'll watch the sun go down, no happier place to be.

Title: Caught at first slip
Author: Kiwisue
Slash or Gen: Slash
Archive at ProsLib/Circuit: Yes please!

Comments

[byslantedlight.livejournal.com]

Oh very nice - and also, ooh er, missus... *g* Heee for the urgency, and the team coming back, and sandwiches in canvas bags... *g*

I'd say you hit a six there, definitely... *g*

[kiwisue.livejournal.com]

Thank you ! God, I never thought I'd get it done in time. I read probodie's story this morning and loved it - kept having ideas all day. I had it half written in my head before I commented, two-thirds written down before a Certain Somebody walked through the front door half an hour earlier than expected, then we had to break for teadinner and our walk (which we have just instituted in the name of health & happiness)...

I'm not entirely satisfied with the last paragraph, but I didn't want to saddle the next batter with a difficult word...

[callistosh65.livejournal.com]

Hey, you kept the mood going beautifully with this - and cranked the temperature up nicely too - ::fans self:: HOT now:)))

[kiwisue.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I really enjoyed probodie's contribution and thought it deserved a follow-on *g*.

[callistosh65.livejournal.com]

byslantedlight has nudged me over here so that I don't get gazhumped, as I have offered a little ditty, something drabble length and she has accepted. My life is insanely busy right now, but I have the next hour and a bit free and there is peace in the house, so I thought I'd jump in while I could.

[shooting2kill.livejournal.com]

And oh, my, what a follow-up! I loved this and was getting a bit worried for them. And I loved the way Bodie felt compelled to Bodie kisses Doyle with moist, tender lips after all *that*. Very nice and well done.

[kiwisue.livejournal.com]

was getting a bit worried for them
That's what I was aiming for, so I'm glad it worked!

Bodie kisses Doyle with moist, tender lips
*cough* I submit, Your Honour, that line was written under the influence of Red Wine. In retrospect I feel it might be a little Too Much...

[moth2fic.livejournal.com]

A great 'sequel', building up the tension and excitement so cleverly! But did they ever have to explain the locked door?!

[kiwisue.livejournal.com]

*winks* "Darned lock! I've complained to the committee, you know. People keep tripping the latch - always give the teams a spare key for the day, I do."
-groundsman, unknown venue, Essex, 1981

Thank you!

[probodie.livejournal.com]

Ooh nice! I love the fact they are getting hot n heavy in teh showers and that Doyle, particularly, doesnt hear the game finishing, so involved they are. Ohh and Doyle regretting drinking that wine *g* Love the fic.

[kiwisue.livejournal.com]

*g* I thought about the wine and the sun in your story, and it made sense to have Doyle a little mellow and not as aware as usual ;)

Glad you liked it!

[sc-fossil.livejournal.com]

That was a good piece. Those boys are loving the danger, the intensity, aren't they? Nice. Thanks.

[kiwisue.livejournal.com]

I'm very happy you enjoyed it. Thanks.

[tango65.livejournal.com]

Gotta love reading about the boys performing under pressure. Nicely done. Thanks!

[kiwisue.livejournal.com]

Ack - I tried to respond last night and lj ate my words. I'll try again...

Thank you! I like to apply the screws sometimes ;)

[snailbones.livejournal.com]

I love how you've taken probodie's languid lads and given them a sense of urgency - and can we mention hot? And Bodie, bless him, is really getting his cake and eating it here.

Lovely, thank you.

[kiwisue.livejournal.com]

Thank you! Glad it warmed you.

And Bodie, bless him, is really getting his cake and eating it here.

Lucky Bodie indeed - and I realise that's the first time I've, uh, explicitly put him in that position *g*, so go me.

[heliophile-oxon.livejournal.com]

Blimey, that was close! And yes, how that jammy sod got to be man of the match and Ray waiting for him in the changing rooms ... guess he always rises to the occasion!
Thanks for such a steamy interlude!

[kiwisue.livejournal.com]

Hee - there's something about Bodie in cricketing whites that makes me want to get 'em off - and Ray was most cooperative!

Thank you!

[miwahni.livejournal.com]

I did love this so! Adding the danger of being caught to their encounter; how like the lads that is. But I can't help thinking it would be more like being caught at silly mid-on than at first slip!

[kiwisue.livejournal.com]

more like being caught at silly mid-on

*sporfles* Cricket has some marvellous words for things! Close in, certainly.

Thank you!