Life, The Universe, And Ray Doyle's Moods
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discoveredinaljWritten for the 'Discovered in the style of' challenge. My prompt was to write in first person.
Feigning an indifference I was far from feeling, I propped my feet on the table and stretched my arms out on the back of the couch, watching my partner from beneath my lowered eyelids. Doyle was pacing around the break room like a caged tiger – looking as graceful and deadly as one too.
I could watch him for hours and never be bored. It sure beats hell out of thinking about the reason why he looks like he wants to kill someone. Glad it’s not directed at me – this time.
“Doyle, you’re going to wear a groove in the floor.” I didn’t really think it would get him to stop, but it was worth a try.
“Shut up, Bodie.” He glared at me and a lesser man would have been cowed, but I’m made of sterner stuff than that. It doesn’t hurt that I know his weaknesses too – the primary one being me.
How do I know this? Anecdotal evidence and empirical first-hand experience. All it really took was hearing that absolutely panicked shout of ‘Bodie!’ to know that my partner’s stand-offish, sometimes surly front is just that, a front. Doyle feels things deeply, he’s just been hurt too many times to really be able to show it.
Mind you, I’m not exactly walking around with my heart on my sleeve either. I don’t think anyone but Cowley knows just exactly what Doyle means to me – and Cowley would rather he didn’t know, I’m sure.
I remember very well the day I visited Cowley at home. Doyle was off somewhere with his current bird so it was pretty easy to see Cowley without him knowing. I told the old man how Doyle had become the most important person in my life, and gave him a letter for Doyle, should anything happen to me.
He didn’t say much, took the letter very calmly, locking it in his safe before turning back around and saying, ‘This conversation never happened, Bodie. You never came to my home. In fact, you spent the day at home, laid up with a stomach upset.’.
I was a bit slow to catch on and tried to protest that I had a cast-iron constitution. Never got sick – ever. I can still see the expression of exasperation on his face as he spelled out to me that if he knew what I’d just told him, he’d have to do something about it. Then he told me to go home and spend the rest of the day there, nursing my sick tummy.
Never thought the old man would be so sympathetic to what it means to feel that way towards another bloke. Kind of makes me wonder if maybe sometime in his past… Nah. Cowley’s not the sort to give up on something he really wants. He’d find some way to have everything.
“What are you thinking about?”
Shaking myself out of my introspection, I looked up, letting my gaze travel over Ray’s beautiful body. He was wearing those jeans with the patch on the arse. Even though I couldn’t see the patch with him facing me, my own trousers got a little tighter. He noticed too, the bugger, because when I finally reached his face, he was grinning at me with a naughty gleam in his eyes.
“Was thinking about how sexy you are,” I replied, striving for insouciance and succeeding, naturally. “Would be better if you were naked, though.”
“Bodie!”
But he laughed and I knew that his black mood had passed. It could have easily gone the other way. I’ve said things like that before and gotten punched for my efforts. It takes a very delicate hand to manage our Raymond. And a strong jaw.
Doyle dropped down next to me and rested his head back against my arm still stretched out along the back of the couch. “What were you really thinking?” His voice was a lot gentler now. He was ready to let go of the tiger and become the pussy cat.
“Was thinking how you were pacing around the room like a caged tiger, and wondering if anyone else would be daft enough to come in here before you calmed down.”
“Anson poked his head in,” Doyle snorted. “But he retreated rather quickly. He probably spread the word…”
“That it was a radioactive site?” I finished with a laugh.
“Yeah,” Doyle agree and he laughed too. He sagged against me as he finally relaxed and it felt wonderful to have the heat of that slim, muscled body pressed against me.
That’s just one of the many ways we complement each other. I’m always on the cool side, and Doyle’s always hot, both in temperament and body temperature. There’s nothing better than cuddling up to a hot golli on a cold winter’s night. Mind you, I do have my flare-ups of heat when it comes to temper, but I learned a long time ago that it’s better to keep cool and in control.
Doyle’s got a short fuse, but the explosion is over pretty quick – usually.
“How much longer do you think Cowley’s going to keep us hanging about in here?”
“Probably until he’s dead sure you’re not going to shoot the minister,” I snickered, confident my comment wouldn’t wake Doyle’s anger again.
“Would still like to shoot the bloody bastard,” Doyle muttered, leaning his head against my shoulder. “Could use a kip, though.”
“You could use all the beauty sleep you can get.” I patted his curls, enjoying the softness. It was about the only thing soft about my partner, and to look at you wouldn’t think even his hair would be soft. It looks more like a scouring pad. But it’s soft like down and feels wonderful against my belly when he’s… I shifted my position, trying to ease the tightness of my trousers. Probably not a good idea to be thinking about that when it’ll be hours yet before the old man releases us.
“Shouldn’t have worn those trousers,” Doyle snickered sleepily.
“You always said you liked these trousers.”
“I do,” he agreed. He cupped my groin with his hand and I couldn’t help my panicked glance at the door to make sure no one was about to come in the room. “Like the way they hug your body… can tell exactly when you start thinking naughty.”
“Ray,” I pleaded. I was being slowly strangled by my trousers and thinking losing them in the back of the wardrobe would be a very good idea.
With one last pat of my crotch, Doyle stood up, dragging me up with him. “Come on, let’s go home. Tell Cowley you’ve got a date with the lovely Margery and I promised to stay at home and behave myself.”
I couldn’t stop my giggle. “Margery? You going to be my rent boy, are you?”
“You’ve already bought the property,” Doyle laughed, shaking his head. “Can’t rent what you already own.”
“Come on then, Margery,” I said, draping my arm over his shoulders. “Let’s get you home and too occupied to think about anyone else.”
The evening was going to be a good one, I could tell. My arse was already twitching in anticipation of a good rogering. Doyle is always a bit of an animal in bed after a day like today. I think he sees it as a way to work out all his frustrations. And as a good partner, I’m always ready to help.
Title: Life, The Universe, And Ray Doyle’s Moods
Author: Liriel
Slash or Gen: Slash
Archive at ProsLib/Circuit: sure
Disclaimer: Not mine at all, sadly.
Notes: Written for the ‘Written in the style of’ challenge at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
discoveredinalj. I was prompted by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
byslantedlight to write in first person, something I’ve only ever done once before.
Feigning an indifference I was far from feeling, I propped my feet on the table and stretched my arms out on the back of the couch, watching my partner from beneath my lowered eyelids. Doyle was pacing around the break room like a caged tiger – looking as graceful and deadly as one too.
I could watch him for hours and never be bored. It sure beats hell out of thinking about the reason why he looks like he wants to kill someone. Glad it’s not directed at me – this time.
“Doyle, you’re going to wear a groove in the floor.” I didn’t really think it would get him to stop, but it was worth a try.
“Shut up, Bodie.” He glared at me and a lesser man would have been cowed, but I’m made of sterner stuff than that. It doesn’t hurt that I know his weaknesses too – the primary one being me.
How do I know this? Anecdotal evidence and empirical first-hand experience. All it really took was hearing that absolutely panicked shout of ‘Bodie!’ to know that my partner’s stand-offish, sometimes surly front is just that, a front. Doyle feels things deeply, he’s just been hurt too many times to really be able to show it.
Mind you, I’m not exactly walking around with my heart on my sleeve either. I don’t think anyone but Cowley knows just exactly what Doyle means to me – and Cowley would rather he didn’t know, I’m sure.
I remember very well the day I visited Cowley at home. Doyle was off somewhere with his current bird so it was pretty easy to see Cowley without him knowing. I told the old man how Doyle had become the most important person in my life, and gave him a letter for Doyle, should anything happen to me.
He didn’t say much, took the letter very calmly, locking it in his safe before turning back around and saying, ‘This conversation never happened, Bodie. You never came to my home. In fact, you spent the day at home, laid up with a stomach upset.’.
I was a bit slow to catch on and tried to protest that I had a cast-iron constitution. Never got sick – ever. I can still see the expression of exasperation on his face as he spelled out to me that if he knew what I’d just told him, he’d have to do something about it. Then he told me to go home and spend the rest of the day there, nursing my sick tummy.
Never thought the old man would be so sympathetic to what it means to feel that way towards another bloke. Kind of makes me wonder if maybe sometime in his past… Nah. Cowley’s not the sort to give up on something he really wants. He’d find some way to have everything.
“What are you thinking about?”
Shaking myself out of my introspection, I looked up, letting my gaze travel over Ray’s beautiful body. He was wearing those jeans with the patch on the arse. Even though I couldn’t see the patch with him facing me, my own trousers got a little tighter. He noticed too, the bugger, because when I finally reached his face, he was grinning at me with a naughty gleam in his eyes.
“Was thinking about how sexy you are,” I replied, striving for insouciance and succeeding, naturally. “Would be better if you were naked, though.”
“Bodie!”
But he laughed and I knew that his black mood had passed. It could have easily gone the other way. I’ve said things like that before and gotten punched for my efforts. It takes a very delicate hand to manage our Raymond. And a strong jaw.
Doyle dropped down next to me and rested his head back against my arm still stretched out along the back of the couch. “What were you really thinking?” His voice was a lot gentler now. He was ready to let go of the tiger and become the pussy cat.
“Was thinking how you were pacing around the room like a caged tiger, and wondering if anyone else would be daft enough to come in here before you calmed down.”
“Anson poked his head in,” Doyle snorted. “But he retreated rather quickly. He probably spread the word…”
“That it was a radioactive site?” I finished with a laugh.
“Yeah,” Doyle agree and he laughed too. He sagged against me as he finally relaxed and it felt wonderful to have the heat of that slim, muscled body pressed against me.
That’s just one of the many ways we complement each other. I’m always on the cool side, and Doyle’s always hot, both in temperament and body temperature. There’s nothing better than cuddling up to a hot golli on a cold winter’s night. Mind you, I do have my flare-ups of heat when it comes to temper, but I learned a long time ago that it’s better to keep cool and in control.
Doyle’s got a short fuse, but the explosion is over pretty quick – usually.
“How much longer do you think Cowley’s going to keep us hanging about in here?”
“Probably until he’s dead sure you’re not going to shoot the minister,” I snickered, confident my comment wouldn’t wake Doyle’s anger again.
“Would still like to shoot the bloody bastard,” Doyle muttered, leaning his head against my shoulder. “Could use a kip, though.”
“You could use all the beauty sleep you can get.” I patted his curls, enjoying the softness. It was about the only thing soft about my partner, and to look at you wouldn’t think even his hair would be soft. It looks more like a scouring pad. But it’s soft like down and feels wonderful against my belly when he’s… I shifted my position, trying to ease the tightness of my trousers. Probably not a good idea to be thinking about that when it’ll be hours yet before the old man releases us.
“Shouldn’t have worn those trousers,” Doyle snickered sleepily.
“You always said you liked these trousers.”
“I do,” he agreed. He cupped my groin with his hand and I couldn’t help my panicked glance at the door to make sure no one was about to come in the room. “Like the way they hug your body… can tell exactly when you start thinking naughty.”
“Ray,” I pleaded. I was being slowly strangled by my trousers and thinking losing them in the back of the wardrobe would be a very good idea.
With one last pat of my crotch, Doyle stood up, dragging me up with him. “Come on, let’s go home. Tell Cowley you’ve got a date with the lovely Margery and I promised to stay at home and behave myself.”
I couldn’t stop my giggle. “Margery? You going to be my rent boy, are you?”
“You’ve already bought the property,” Doyle laughed, shaking his head. “Can’t rent what you already own.”
“Come on then, Margery,” I said, draping my arm over his shoulders. “Let’s get you home and too occupied to think about anyone else.”
The evening was going to be a good one, I could tell. My arse was already twitching in anticipation of a good rogering. Doyle is always a bit of an animal in bed after a day like today. I think he sees it as a way to work out all his frustrations. And as a good partner, I’m always ready to help.
Title: Life, The Universe, And Ray Doyle’s Moods
Author: Liriel
Slash or Gen: Slash
Archive at ProsLib/Circuit: sure
Disclaimer: Not mine at all, sadly.
Notes: Written for the ‘Written in the style of’ challenge at
discoveredinalj. I was prompted by byslantedlight to write in first person, something I’ve only ever done once before.
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Date: 2012-02-20 07:57 am (UTC)More to the point - well done, you! Bodie is appreciative of his Doyle, isn't he... *g*
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Date: 2012-02-20 09:38 am (UTC)Thank you very much! I've only ever written first person once before, so I'm pleased that it works. Bodie definitely appreciates his Doyle. :D
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Date: 2012-02-20 09:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-20 09:54 am (UTC)I agree that it is very difficult to find time for maintenance when your user base is global. They usually shut things down for maintenance in the middle of my Saturday afternoon. *g* But I guess that impacts the least number of people so I'm prepared to cop that as one of the drawbacks of living at the bottom of the world.
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Date: 2012-02-20 09:59 am (UTC)See, I don't understand this and it makes me wonder if there's a corner of one of their servers that's being very slow or summat. I have well over 100 userpics, and the pop-up box showing them all loads in an instant. I don't mind them being non-alphabetical cos I know what order they are in (as you say) and I can remember whether the one I want is old-ish or new-ish, and scroll down. Plus I can see it. What I can't always remember, from over 100 userpics, is what I called each particular one, or exactly what each one looks like from just the name I gave it at the time. I find I use a much wider variety in comments now that I can see them all and choose one! I actually wish I could do it that way when making a post of my own, because that's still via drop-down menu (well, there's a pic option, but it doesn't work - I wish they'd fix that!)
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Date: 2012-02-20 10:03 am (UTC)I guess I'm just used to the list and I don't like things to change when I'm used to the way they work. I'm building a bridge, though, so I'm sure I'll eventually get over it. ;)
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Date: 2012-02-21 12:45 am (UTC)(I view everything in 'my own style' so that I can still have the list of icons. I can't cope with the display option. It takes far too long!)
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Date: 2012-02-22 08:02 am (UTC)(that's a very good idea. I may have to do that. I turn into a crotchety old lady when people start mucking with the way stuff works)
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Date: 2012-02-28 09:09 am (UTC)All it really took was hearing that absolutely panicked shout of ‘Bodie!’ to know that my partner’s stand-offish, sometimes surly front is just that, a front. Doyle feels things deeply, he’s just been hurt too many times to really be able to show it.
I think you did really well with the first-person style - it can be intrusive, but you got Bodie's voice down pat here. Thanks for an enticing read!
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Date: 2012-02-29 07:01 am (UTC)That shout of Doyle's was totally a giveaway, so I'm delighted that you picked that line out of the story.
I agree, first person can seem a bit intrusive, which is why I rarely do it. I'm delighted you feel I managed to capture Bodie's voice.
I've been begged for a corresponding 'Doyle' view, so we'll see if I can manage to capture Doyle half as well. ;)