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Discovered in a Christmas stocking - 2 January
Hi guys
It's my turn today and I have two short fics to offer. Hope you like them. Here's the first one:
Doyle cranked up the heating in the
He leaned over and turned the headlights on one more time, lighting up the bend in the road ahead just as a single figure made his way round the corner and towards the vehicle. Doyle cranked up the heating one more notch as a blast of cold air entered the car and Bodie eased himself into the driver’s seat. Doyle looked expectantly out the window at the black road in front of them. No one following, no blokes with torches or a tow truck, or anything else at all. “And…?”
Bodie fiddled with the ventilation buttons, steering the streams of air directly onto himself. He pulled off his gloves and rubbed his hands together, leaning towards the dashboard grill. “And what?”
Doyle looked back out of the windscreen, nodding at the road ahead. “So where’s the rescue party?”
Bodie unzipped his parka and leaned back in his seat. “Erm, sorry mate. No cavalry this time.” He nodded towards the window. “There’s a phone box a mile or two up the lane. I called the RAC, they can’t get anyone out to us for a couple of hours - New Year’s Eve, and all that. Called HQ as well, and apparently a couple of stranded agents who aren’t on duty is not what is considered an emergency.” Bodie leaned across Doyle’s side of the car and flicked open the glove compartment, emerging with a half eaten packet of cheese and onion crisps. He peered into the packet and shoved his fingers inside. “Although that’ll change quickly if the food runs out…”
Doyle folded his arms and slumped back against the door. “Two hours?” He glared across at Bodie. “Why can’t you fix it? Aren’t you the one who’s always boasting that he can fix any car as long as the battery’s working and the brake line hasn’t been cut.” He nodded at the various blue and orange lights illuminating the dashboard. “
Bodie offered a crisp to Doyle. “Got no tools, have I? Can’t do anything without the proper tools.” He raised his hands and gave a small shrug. “Sorry mate. Someone’ll come soon enough, you’ll see.”
Doyle grunted and checked the time on the clock. 23:19. He switched on the radio and fiddled with the tuner, turning up the volume when Radio One crackled into life through the speakers. Forty minutes until midnight. He rubbed his eyes and propped his elbow on the handrest inside the car door, watching his breath cloud up the window. Beside him, Bodie munched away quietly on the last of the crisps, bobbing his head absently to the beat of the music. Doyle smiled and drew a vague pattern in the condensation with his finger. It could be worse, he supposed. He could be stuck in a car with Cowley, or Anson and McCabe and their constant sniping. He tucked himself in against the door and closed his eyes, listening to the quiet sound of Bodie tapping out the rhythm of the radio on the steering wheel.
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When he opened his eyes again, the lights on the clock were blinking silently from 23:45 to 23:46 and a hard, steady rain was drumming down on the windscreen. He stretched out his legs and stifled a yawn, lifting one knee onto the seat and turning towards Bodie. The car rocked gently as Bodie shifted in the driver’s seat, mirroring Doyle’s position so they were now facing each other. Doyle could barely make out Bodie’s features in the darkness of the car, just a floating pale face and the outline of his jaw illuminated by the orange glow of the dashboard lights.
Doyle swallowed dryly and licked his lips. Just fifteen minutes until midnight. He felt Bodie smile into the darkness. “Welcome back, sleeping beauty. I was beginning to think you were going to dream the new year away.”
Doyle ran a hand through his hair and blinked tiredly. “No sign of the bloke from the RAC then?”
Bodie shook his head. “I wouldn’t hold your breath, mate. I think everyone apart from us is out there somewhere with a pint in one hand and a bird in the other, waiting for the clocks to chime.”
Doyle looked across at Bodie. Poor sod. He was right, this wasn’t any way to spend New Year’s Eve. Bodie would want to be at some party in town, charming all the ladies and getting so pissed that Doyle would have to remind him to kiss the girl when Big Ben struck twelve. Not stuck in a broken down car in the middle of nowhere with just him for -
“Happy New Year, Doyle.” Bodie leaned over and kissed him.
Doyle blinked. Bodie was kissing him! An honest-to-goodness, no-holding-back, straight-to-the-groin, rough and dirty lover’s kiss. Doyle wrapped his arms around Bodie’s neck, anchoring him in place, dipping his head back as Bodie’s mouth left his and travelled along his jawline. On the dashboard behind him, the clock blinked out the time.
23:54.
Doyle pulled his head up, shifting his legs as Bodie’s knee pushed its way between his thighs. “Hang on, there’s five minutes to go yet.” He tugged at Bodie’s shirt, slipping his hands underneath the fabric and pulling Bodie closer for another long kiss. “You’re too early.”
Bodie’s breath snorted softly into his mouth, hot and wet. His hand fumbled round the side of the seat and Doyle suddenly found himself lying on his back looking up at the skylight in the roof of the car, the passenger seat fully reclined. Bodie pressed his weight down on him, covering him completely with his body, his knee once again nudging Doyle’s legs apart so their limbs were completely entangled. “Trust me sunshine, you have no idea.”
Doyle sniggered and dipped his hand into the waistband of Bodie’s cords, groaning softly when Bodie pushed down on him harder, the car now starting to rock with their steady movements. He closed his eyes as Bodie’s hands fumbled with his t-shirt, pulling it up over his stomach and then lingering on his chest. He pulled Bodie’s head down towards him, kissing him firmly on the mouth as Bodie’s movements quickened. Through the haze of sensations, he suddenly remembered something important.
“What about the RAC man? He’ll be here soon.”
Bodie’s movements stilled for a moment and then continued, his hands now tugging the t-shirt off over Doyle’s head and arms. He tossed it into the driver’s seat and began working at the buttons of Doyle’s jeans. “There is no RAC man. I didn’t call anyone.” Bodie dipped his head towards Doyle’s stomach, and Doyle could feel him smirking against his skin. “We’re not even really broken down. I just stalled the engine and killed the choke.” He looked up Doyle, his hands still moving gently over Doyle’s ribcage. “Sorry, mate. I just didn’t want you getting away from me this New Year’s Eve.”
Doyle grabbed hold of Bodie’s hair and pulled him back up for another kiss. “I’ve got news for you then, sunshine. I’m afraid we’re going to need that RAC man after all.” He tugged at Bodie’s shirt buttons, sending them scattering and pinging in all directions. “I cut the brake line when you went out to get help…”
Title: Mastermind
Author: Foxcat
Bodie/Doyle
Archive at proslib: Absolutely
Characters etc are not mine and this is done just for fun.
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Oh lovely - I do enjoy them being devious - they both do it so well *g*
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Excellent use of reclining passenger seat there. And Bodie delicately sustaining himself on cheese and onion crisps - such delightful details. Thank you.
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What a great fic for New Year! And so atmospheric, as well - I was right there in the car with the two of them.
Thank you!
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Yep, I always had Doyle pegged for the really devious kind. Tee hee. Thank you, I'm really pleased you liked it. Hope it doesn't get too cramped with the three of you there in the car!
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It really isn't often that I laugh out loud when I'm reading but you certainly brought on a fit of giggles *g*
This is such a brilliantly visual fic.....and as greengerbil already said, I did feel like I was there with them so, if she could just move over a bit, I'll have a bit more room in the back seat! Well done you.
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Catching up on some reading