discoveredinalj | Discovered during a Test Match

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!