discoveredinalj | Discovered in a Box of Baubles - Day 20

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“Bloody Christmas music.” Bodie cringed as overly joyous Children’s Choir voices cascaded from the car’s speaker in a rhythm that, to Bodie, suspiciously matched the wipers clearing sleet from the windscreen.

Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells
Jingle all the way…♫♬♫

“Can’t find anything on the radio but that drivel!” Bodie groused as he drove back to HQ after a wet and miserable stakeout.

“Where’s your Christmas spirit, mate?” Doyle asked.

“Floating in a very old and expensive bottle of malt scotch waiting to be opened at my flat.”

A yawn from the man in the passenger seat was the only response.

Bodie set the radio to a different station.

♫♬♫He sees you when you’re sleeping
He knows when you’re awake
He knows if you’ve been bad or good…♫♬♫

“Sounds like Cowley, that does.” Doyle uncurled from his slouch in the seat and grinned a chipped tooth smile at Bodie. “It’s all fun and games ‘til Cowley pulls out the naughty list.”

“Would explain why we’re always getting called out at three o’clock in the morning.” Glaring at the offending radio, Bodie turned it off.

“And he certainly knows when you’ve been bad,” Doyle teased.

“We’re not talking about that.” Bodie felt his face warm. “I regret nothing.”

Doyle threw his head back and laughed. “I’m sure you don’t. Was definitely naughty though.”

“Define naughty.”

“It’s in the small print. Any action that might lead to the sullying of his Lordship’s beloved roses and lavender.”

“Naughty is such a strong word – how about we go with nice-ish?”

“Semantics.”

Bodie rolled his eyes. “I’ve been good, too.”

“Yes, you have.” Doyle squeezed Bodie’s thigh. “Don’t get your tinsel in a tangle, old son.”

Without the radio, the sleet tapping incessantly on the windows dampened the mood in the car. To break the silence, Bodie waved his hand in an all encompassing gesture and asked, “So tell me, Doyle, why are you such a believer in all this seasonal nonsense?”

“Learned early, I did.” Doyle tapped the side of his nose. “When you stop believing – you get socks and underwear as Christmas pressies.”

“Certainly don’t want those.”

“Didn’t get you any, did I?”

“You didn’t get me a present?” Bodie pouted. “Why not?”

“Wanted to surprise you! Spoiled that now, didn't you?”

Nearly back at the CI5 office, Bodie reached out and tapped Doyle on the head. “There may be no presents but I do have plans for you tonight. Socks and pants have no part in them.”

"Getting kinky on me, mate?”

“Not kinky – maybe a bit bent.”

“Naughty or nice?”

“Let's say I plan to give Mr Claus a night off,” Bodie leered.

♬♫ “Santa Clause is coming tonight,”♬♫ Doyle sang quietly and then whispered with the trace of a hint, “And I hope he’s not the only one.”

“Raymond!”

Doyle gave him a cheeky grin. “Guess that answers the question, eh?”

Title: Naughty or Nice?
Author: merentha13
Slash or Gen: Slash
Archive @ ProsLib: yes, please
Disclaimer: just borrowing the lads for fun