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discoveredinaljMy prompt for this challenge was "icicles" with the accompanying picture showing the kind you hang on Christmas trees. Inevitably, my brain took off in a different direction (that's just the way I'm wired). Hope you enjoy the little stocking stuffer ficlet anyway. Merry Christmas, everyone!
It started off as a series of pranks. Doyle never knew when or where Bodie would strike next: a snowball in the face, the nudge of a hip on a slippery slope propelling him into an undignified slide, a cold hand unexpectedly ghosting across his bare arm...
Twice he spilled his tea. Once he angrily chased his chortling partner down the hall – he would have caught him too, had not Cowley's sharp “Bodie! Doyle! This is not a schoolyard!” brought him to a sheepish halt.
Bodie sniggered all through the stakeout they drew as punishment, chilled fingers settling on the nape of Doyle's neck with unsettling regularity.
It was enough to give a bloke the willies.
It was definitely time to even the score.
Trotting up the stairs behind his partner at day's end, Doyle surreptitiously snapped off a couple of icicles and tucked the broken pieces in his coat pocket.
As Bodie contentedly dozed in front of the telly, warm and cosy after long hours spent in the cold, Doyle slipped up behind him and dropped a chunk of ice down his polo. Before the first shriek of outrage faded, Doyle nimbly vaulted over the sofa, plopping himself on Bodie's lap and pinning him in place while he gleefully stuffed the remaining fragments down his tracksuit bottoms.
“Oof,” Bodie huffed, as Doyle landed.
“Oi!” he screeched as ice scratched roughly against his breast.
“Unnnhhhh,” he groaned, as it glided across a nipple.
“Ohhhhhhh,” he sighed, as Doyle's determined hand accidentally brushed against his dick.
For a moment both men froze, eyes locked in disbelief and wonder.
And, then, Doyle slowly shifted his hand, curving icy fingers around hot flesh. This time his eager mouth caught Bodie's moan and he moaned too.
Neither man noticed when the icicles finally melted.
Title: Icicles
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melanieatheneGen/Slash: slash
Disclaimer: They're not my lads, but if Santa wants to leave them under my Christmas tree, that's more than okay with me. :)
Archive at ProsLib/Circuit: Sure
Author's notes: Thank you hugs to my beta,
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Date: 2011-12-12 03:05 pm (UTC)Now that's a nice way to warm up *g*
Lovely, thank you.
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Date: 2011-12-13 03:12 am (UTC)Thank you for reading.
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Date: 2011-12-12 04:12 pm (UTC)Really enjoyed this, thanks!
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Date: 2011-12-13 03:13 am (UTC)Thank you, I'm glad you liked it.
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Date: 2011-12-13 03:19 am (UTC)I don't mind missing out on snow and ice... though a white Christmas is nice, as is warming up with the one you love.
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Date: 2011-12-12 07:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-13 03:20 am (UTC)Glad you enjoyed the fic. :)
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Date: 2011-12-12 09:35 pm (UTC)Re: Icicles
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Date: 2011-12-13 01:56 pm (UTC)Thank you -- and Merry Christmas!
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Date: 2011-12-13 02:01 pm (UTC)This was partially inspired by the famous elevator scene. I always wondered what happened after those lift doors closed. :)
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Date: 2011-12-13 11:47 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2011-12-23 10:44 pm (UTC)“Oof,” Bodie huffed, as Doyle landed.
“Oi!” he screeched as ice scratched roughly against his breast.
“Unnnhhhh,” he groaned, as it glided across a nipple.
“Ohhhhhhh,” he sighed, as Doyle's determined hand accidentally brushed against his dick.
Love the rhythm and cadence of this little section in particular. It seems so utterly comic and yet there's so much going on - very nice!
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Date: 2011-12-26 04:17 pm (UTC)Hope you had a good Christmas.