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snailbones was kind enough to give me a prompt last week - how about either 'boredom' and/or 'paperwork'? she said, and I could immediately picture the lads, and so off I went, scribbling away... But it turns out that the lads desperately need help - please read under the cut to find out why and what you can do for them... *g*Bored with Paperwork
by Slantedlight and...
The ex-farmhouse was small and self-contained, with a wide view across empty Berkshire fields, and just slightly too far to walk to the nearest pub. Cowley had thought, no doubt, that sending them off for the night to sort out the safehouse supplies, to get them out of Stuart’s furious way, and to write grade-A level reports on the six month op that had turned so disastrously sour, would give them undisturbed time to catch up on their paperwork and keep them out of trouble. It didn’t hurt that it was raining buckets outside, that the radio picked up more static than airwaves, or that there was a nearly full bottle of scotch in one of the kitchen cabinets.
Doyle should have known, though, that telling Bodie no one could make this much paperwork interesting was a mistake…
The Cow should have known better too, Doyle thought, staring vaguely at the piles of paper and folders and manila envelopes, sending two highly trained operatives off with boxes full of records - carbon copies and Top Secret stamps and all … and then he gasped as Bodie let one of the files flick gently against the side of his exposed cock, the page corners a hundred tiny touches amidst a waft of cool air. Bodie glanced up at the sound, grinned, and picked up another file, tried it again with one on either side.
He could break free, Doyle thought, pursing his lips so as not to whimper, he could break free and put a stop to this once and for all - it wasn’t as if a paperclip chain looped around a laundry drying rack was the strongest of bonds after all… “I ‘ope you’re watching out for papercuts,” he said instead, trying to keep his voice steady, leaving his arms stretched above him and grasping the wooden bars more firmly.
Bodie ignored him, putting the files aside at last and delving back into the box of office supplies they’d been given. “Now what have we here…?”
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And then I hit a block! It doesn't matter how much I try, I can't get Bodie pulling the right equipment out of the box... I've got him pulling out this and that and the other, which I might add on below, but somehow it just wasn't all coming together.
And then I had an idea... *g*
I thought that maybe making this more of a joint effort would help the poor lads get through the night more... quickly...
Please help - what do you think Bodie finds, what does he do with it? Please continue the story in the comments below - either as a wee fic snippet, or by commenting with an idea you'd like to see someone else expand on, or as the continuation of someone else's continuation, or... anything at all, really! Help me finish this fic for
snailbones!What happens next?
Please come and help!
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Date: 2011-09-30 11:30 am (UTC)With a devilish glint in his eyes Bodie held up the staple remover, pressing it so the teeth swished together several times.
Doyle shuddered, wondering how the hell Bodie was going to use that to torment him. He wasn't into pain - got enough of that on the job. "Here, you're not..." he was surprised at how breathless he sounded, and the fact that his cock hadn't wilted even a little.
"Trust me, sunshine," Bodie purred. He carefully placed the flat end of the teeth over Doyle's nipple, so the hard little nub was nestled between them.
Doyle gasped as the teeth were slowly brought closer together, scraping along the sensitive skin just enough to send a frisson of pleasure skittering through his body. The teeth were pressed closer, but not enough to do more than pinch just below the edge of pain. "Bodie," he panted, arching his back and pushing his chest into the erotic touch.
"Knew you'd like that." Bodie grinned as he moved the staple remover to the other nipple, bending to lick the first nipple as the second was imprisoned by the metal teeth of the staple remover.
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Date: 2011-09-30 01:42 pm (UTC)Oh my - that certainly works for my purposes *g*
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Date: 2011-09-30 05:51 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-09-30 05:13 pm (UTC)"Not to worry, sunshine." He tossed the staple remover aside, and rummaged in the box again. "Hmm, not too sure about tippex as lube ... could always give it a try, I suppose, but - ah. That's more like it!" Triumphantly, he brandished an ink-pad and stamp, and leered with evil intent at his victim who was starting to shake with laughter.
"Don't you dare, Bodie! Don't you bloody dare - "
"Now now, Raymond - a bet's a bet my old son. Only question is whether it's going to be Top Secret on your arse, or my fingerprints ..."
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Date: 2011-09-30 05:52 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-10-03 06:24 am (UTC)I'm sitting here snickering at this mental image of Doyle as the 'tattooed man'... with 'confidential' and 'top secret' stamped all over his body.
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Date: 2011-09-30 09:44 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-09-30 01:44 pm (UTC)*beams* I love where you've gone with solving the boredom with the paperwork *g*
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Date: 2011-09-30 05:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-30 05:27 pm (UTC)I'm checking on and off to see what the next item might be.
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Date: 2011-09-30 05:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-30 09:04 pm (UTC)Doyle struggled not to laugh and mimed acquiescence. Bodie turned back to the box.
"Bodie.."
Bodie's back stiffened.
"I just..."
Bodie sighed and straightened up. "Can't trust you for a minute, can I?" He bit his lip. "Right. What... Ah." Doyle blinked as he picked up the phone. "Ah.. Bodie..."
Bodie ignored him and dialled. Doyle could make out the 0 and 1 and frowned. London. Surely the mad bastard wouldn't... Christ, he would.
"Betty? Be a love and put me through to Tom, he's got the van, hasn't he?" There was a pause. "Tom. How's life in the domestic surveillance business... yeah.. yeah.. well, you did buy him a blended whisky, what did you expect... Listen, do me a favour. I'm stuck on obs out in the wild, and there's something outside I want to check. I'm on my own here, so someone's got to keep an ear out while I'm out of earshot. Can you just stick the bug onto to this line for a minute? I'll only be five minutes, doubt anything's really going to show up, but with the old man in a strop, better safe than sorry... Doyle? God knows. Just hit record, and I'll let you know when I'm back. Five minutes, yeah. Well. Ten. Ta."
Holding eye contact with Doyle, he carefully carried the phone over, and placed the receiver on Doyle's shoulder. He gestured. Doyle's eyes widened, but he obediently tilted his head to tuck the receiver between his ear and his shoulder, the mouthpiece just below his lips.
"You bastard", he started to mouth.
Bodie ignored him, delved further into the box, and produced a protractor. "Just want to measure an angle", he whispered into Doyle's other ear, and let Doyle feel the plastic edge trail downwards.
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Date: 2011-09-30 09:45 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-09-30 09:42 pm (UTC)Bodie picked up the phone. "Tom? Yeah, was quicker than I thought. Ta, mate." Bodie hung up the phone and grinned. "What else do we have in our box of tricks? Ah ha!" He held up a thick rubber band.
Doyle shook his head.
"What? You look like you're ready to explode, Raymond. Let's see if this helps."
With that, Bodie wrapped the rubber band around Doyle's cock and balls, a makeshift cockring. It wasn't too tight but Doyle felt his orgasm recede a little.
"I'm good, aren't I?" Bodie said, chortling. "Now let's see what else..."
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Date: 2011-10-03 06:26 am (UTC)Oh yes, Bodie, you're very good! (very inventive too)
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Date: 2011-10-01 05:08 pm (UTC)"Tut, Tut, Raymond. Is that any way..." Bodie's words trailed off as he pulled a stack of the little yellow post-it notes from the box of office supplies. A evil grin spread across his face.
He grabbed a pen and began to write. A post-it note with the words "Sensitive here!" was placed on Ray's left nipple.
"Tongue here" adorned the right.
Ray shuddered as Bodie rolled him over. A sticky yellow tag was placed on his backside.
"And what's that one say? Ray asked breathlessly...
I'll leave the rest up to a better imagination than mine! *g*
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Date: 2011-10-03 06:29 am (UTC)(Sorry, mate, couldn't resist *g*)
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Date: 2011-11-05 12:28 pm (UTC)"Cheeky bastard!" Doyle retorted, chuckling. Then Bodie went back to the box.
'What're you doing now?'
Bodie didn't answer. He had picked up something, but he hid it behind his back, too quickly for Doyle to see what it was.
'Back in a tick,' he said mischievously, and left the room. Doyle had no choice but to lie there and wait. But Bodie wasn't gone long. He came back a minute later, one hand still behind his back, looking more wicked than ever.
'Alright, what is that?' Doyle demanded.
The next thing he felt was a trickle of cold water: first down his lower back, then between his buttocks. He gasped and wriggled; it tickled and caressed him at the same time. Then he moaned, as Bodie blew cool air over the wet places, making him quiver with excitement. Then he was being turned over again, and he saw what Bodie had in his hand - a small, round sponge, the type that usually sat in post offices to save people the bother of licking stamps. Now Bodie was squeezing the sponge again, and the water dripped over first one nipple, then the other. Then he blew across Doyle's chest.
'Bodie,' Doyle moaned. 'Fuck ...'
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Date: 2011-11-05 01:01 pm (UTC)"Bodie..."
"I've half a box to go through yet. And the drawers." He jerked the nearest office drawer open. "Oooh."
"What?"
Bodie held up a sheet of postage stamps. "More sticky things, Raymond, more sticky things." He tore off a vertical strip of stamps: a dozen of them. "Sit up." Doyle struggled upright. "Now then... still damp there, are we?" He pressed the topmost stamp to Doyle's nipple, a streamer of stamps dangling down. It clung lightly for a moment and then fluttered off. "Oh."
"Startin' to worry about you."
"What?"
"Some kind of nipple fetish tonight."
Bodie looked hurt. "Other parts of you feeling neglected?
Doyle looked wary. "I didn't say that."
"I think you did." Bodie bent, collected the stamps from the floor, and detached one. He licked the back, his eyes conspiratorial. "Now then. Stay still. Still, Raymond. Where shall I put this? Somewhere nice and moist. Down... here... perhaps?" He trailed a finger down to Doyle's groin.
"Hmm. Not sure I should put the queen's head there. 's probably treason."
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Date: 2011-11-05 05:20 pm (UTC)"Don't laugh like that," Bodie advised. "You're all bobbing about." He paused thoughtfully and then moved the stamp to within milimetres of the end of Doyle's cock. "Actually... No, feel free to bob about, see if you can wet the back of it for me." He held the stamp carefully between fingertips, his fingers utterly immobile, looked up, and caught Doyle's eyes.
"Are you seriously," Doyle enquired, his face taut, "Seriously trying to use me as a stamp... ahh..." He tailed off again.
"Yup," Bodie confirmed as he watched Doyle's twitchings. "My stamp-wetting sponge seems to have got requisitioned for something else. Ah, good one, mate. There." Gently he drew the dampened stamp away from the dancing cock. A glistening strand of pre-come hung between it and Doyle, lengthening and then breaking as Bodie eventually moved the stamp further.
Bodie contemplated it, stickiness still descending from it. He held it up close to his face. Eyes on Doyle's face, he extended his tongue to catch the excess. He gave Doyle a moment to consider this. "Where else you feeling neglected?" he enquired.
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Date: 2011-11-05 05:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-06 04:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-05 05:27 pm (UTC)(Why yes, I am truly pushed for time and should be doing eight other things today instead. How can you tell?)
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Date: 2011-11-06 04:13 am (UTC)'Oh,' said Bodie, arching an eyebrow cheekily at his partner. 'Oh, there. Hmm. Hadn't really thought too much about that.'
'Bodie, you'd better be kidding!'
But Bodie wasn't listening. He was rummaging in the box. When he raised his head again, his thumb was in his mouth.
'Training for the Baby Olympics?' Doyle asked sarcastically.
Slowly, Bodie withdrew his thumb. On the end of it was a rubber thimble: green, with little ridges all over it.
'Oh, you're not ...' Doyle started to say. Bodie smirked. He walked up close to Doyle again, very slowly - too slowly, the wretched tease.
Even more slowly, he eased Doyle down onto his back.
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Date: 2011-11-10 12:35 am (UTC)"Oh! Messy bugger," Bodie slapped the exposed flank lightly. "We'll have to see if we can't contain the dribbling..." He reached into the supply box one more time. "Here's just the thing!" He held up a roll of bubble wrap and some tape.
"Bo-day!"
Ray's exhortation was cut off by a clump of plastic wrap that popped as he tried to continue to vocalize his discontent. He gasped as another length of bubble wrap was secured around his leaking cock with tape.
Bodie leaned back to survey his work. "That's all right then!" He patted Doyle on the stomach as he removed another item from the box.
"Let's see what's left on the "to-do" list..."
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Date: 2011-11-16 08:39 am (UTC)Doyle lifted his head and shoulders, trying to see what Bodie was doing.
'If you say that one more time I'll ...' he tried to say, but it came out as 'Mmph mm phmm mmph ...'
'I beg your pardon m'dear?' Bodie asked, his voice rising at the end of the sentence and his eyes sparkling in fun. He held up a tube of IBM 23 typewriter grease. Opening it, he smeared some onto the end of the thimble. Then he returned to Doyle.