Discovered In the Wassail Bowl -- December lst

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Holiday Faux Paws
by LilyK



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Walking up to his partner outside Cowley's closed door, Bodie kept his eyes firmly trained on Doyle's scowling face. If he so much as glanced downward, anywhere on Doyle's body other than his eyes, he'd be sporting a hard-on. Cowley would definitely see. And question, no doubt.

Unable to stop himself, he gave a small shiver when he remembered. "You look good enough to fuck senseless," he murmured so softly that Doyle had to lean closer to hear.

"Already did that an hour ago," Doyle whispered, raising an eyebrow. "Not exactly the type of chat in these hallowed halls." He tipped his head towards the oak door where the gold plaque read: "Controller."

"Duty calls," Bodie said, smiling at Doyle. God, but the man was sex on legs. But duty was calling, and to keep Doyle beside him, he brought himself back in hand. "After you." He bowed.

Doyle bonked him on top of his head with a knuckle. "Moron." He knocked once and opened the door.

"Come in," Cowley called. "I've an important case that needs your attention."

"Surprise, surprise," Bodie muttered.

"You have something to say, 3.7?" Cowley asked, sitting back in his chair.

Bodie grinned. "No, sir. You're looking dapper today, sir, if I may say so."

Cowley did, indeed, look dapper. He wore a nicely tailored three-piece suit in dark blue, with a crisp white shirt and a dark blue-and-white checked tie. Not flashy but well turned out. Even his hair had been trimmed.

Doyle took a spot behind the two chairs in front of Cowley's desk. Leaning on a hip, he asked, "Whitehall?"

"Worse than that," Cowley said with a resigned sigh. "Buckingham Palace."

Bodie snorted. "Better you than me."

"Careful, Bodie, or next time, I'll send you and Mr Fashionable in my place."

Bodie laughed. "I can see it now! Doyle bowing before The Queen--"

"You have an assignment for us?" Doyle snapped.

Bodie snorted with amusement. He knew how much Doyle hated wearing a suit. Bodie had to admit to himself that his partner looked best in tight jeans and that green t-shirt, with his ratty leather jacket that skimmed his waist, leaving Bodie to enjoy the feast of Doyle's nicely clad arse. Especially when he wore those jeans with the patch--

"3.7!"

Snapping back to the present, Bodie coughed. "Sir?" He gave Cowley an innocent smile.

"Out, the both of you. Do your jobs and make sure those expense chits are properly filled out!" Cowley put his glasses back on, returning his attention to the paperwork spread across his desk.

"I've got the file, so come on, you," Doyle said, tugging on Bodie's sleeve. "Stop daydreaming, silly sod."

Following happily, Bodie asked, "Time for a spot of tea?" in a horrible posh accent. Doyle laughed, and together they stopped into the restroom for a quick cuppa and for Doyle to apprise his inattentive partner about their assignment.

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Bodie was out of the restroom door in moments. He ignored Doyle, who followed hot on his heels.

"Bodie, damn it! Stop!"

"No."

"Bodie!" Doyle whined.

Bodie stopped abruptly, causing Doyle to ram into his back.

"You are a first-class prat," Doyle snapped.

"Oh, and you're Mother Teresa, are you?" Bodie gave Doyle a disgusted glance. "I'm not doing it."

"Yes, you are."

Knowing he sounded like a five-year-old, he said, "No, I'm not!" He did refrain from stomping his foot.

Doyle sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Okay. I'll do the assignment myself."

Bodie threw out his hands. "I am not going to babysit a fucking dog! I don't care if it's the bloody Queen's mutt or the Prime Minister's or me own mum's!"

Doyle studied Bodie's face for a full minute before he nodded. "Okay, mate. I get it. I don’t mind doing it. I've no problem ferrying a pup to its new home. It won’t shoot at us or pull the pin on a grenade or call us bad things."

Bodie glared. Hands on hips, he tried to stare Doyle down, but failed miserably. Doyle didn't even argue anymore, but remained complacent. Not a usual Doyle demeanour.

"Does it mean that much to you?" Bodie demanded. “Even if it pisses all over the place? Bites?”

"Not the delivery service I’m concentrating on, but the four days' off Cowley said we could have after she's safely ensconced in her new place. Four days! No r/ts and no stand-by!" He stepped closer to Bodie. "You 'n me and four days in Edinburgh. I've got a mate who's out of the country until Twelfth Night. We can use his place. It's in a building that's friendly--" Doyle looked around. "-- to blokes like us. No hiding for four whole days! Twelfth Night. That's January--"

"I know when it is, Doyle." Bodie crossed his arms, chewing his lower lip. "Four days?"

"Right."

"No r/ts; no stand-by?"

"Right again. So our lord and master has decreed."

"Swear to it. January first, second, third, and fourth in Edinburgh, with you at my beck and call." Bodie pursed his lips before he held out his pinky finger. "No getting pissed on New Year's Eve unless we're alone, together, with champagne and each other."

Doyle nodded happily, pumping Bodie’s hand with his own. "Well, we'll discuss the beck and call bit, but..." Doyle grinned. "I'll cook a big meal of your choice, complete with afters. Maybe more than one. Or at least a posh meal out if the cooking facilities are rubbish."

With a put-upon sigh, Bodie shrugged. "Deal." He held out his hand. “Swear it.”

Doyle shook it. "I already did with the pinky shake! But… Ta, mate. This means a lot to me."

"What? A bloody dog?" Bodie raised an eyebrow.

"No, you berk. Us. Far away from London. Together. Been a dream of mine since..." Doyle waved a hand between them.

Bodie held Doyle's gaze, showing his feelings in his face for Doyle alone. He knew exactly what Doyle was talking about. They’d been together six months and only recently made it a permanent arrangement. Monogamy was on the table, and he accepted it fully. "All you had to do was ask."

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Bodie drove the yellow Rover SD1 he'd picked out of the CI5 car park. It was a car Cowley preferred, so he decided to give it a test drive. And it would annoy Cowley if he went to use it and it was gone. Bodie smirked. "Not a bad car. No pep. Comfy, though."

Doyle stretched out his legs. "Roomy. Good idea, just in case. We drive the various Capris a lot. Somebody unpleasant could have sussed that out." He chewed a fingernail. "Ever been to Crufts? It's a dog show, Bodie."

"Nope. Don't care." Bodie took the upcoming slip road onto the motorway. It was a clear, cold day, and he was content. He had Doyle beside him. Other than the sleeping puppy in the carrier strapped down in the back seat, his world was perfect. No Cowley; no London; no bad guys shooting at him or Doyle. A wide-open motorway ahead, and days with Doyle coming up. He sighed contentedly.

"I figured it would be yapping its silly head off," Bodie observed. "Good thing it's quiet."

"Why?" Doyle snorted. "Were you gonna plug her?"

"Nah. Waste of a bullet." Bodie tossed Doyle a mischievous grin.

"Have you owned a dog?"

"Nope. Fleas, me mum said, so no dog."

"Did you enjoy meeting the Royal Kennel Footman?"

"Nope, don't care. Pass me a custard cream."

"You ate thirty minutes ago."

"Don't--"

"Care. Yeah, I know."

"Do you know how much our little passenger is worth?" Doyle asked, reaching into the back seat so he could bring the carrier bag he'd packed into the front.

"Don't care."

"Are you ever going to say anything else? Besides, she's worth five grand." Doyle ripped into a new packet of biscuits.

Bodie's eyes widened. "Eh? As in pounds? Five thousand pounds? That's a bloody new car, and a damned nice one at that!"

"Yes. She's the pick of the litter."

"I'll pick your litter," Bodie groused.

A pair of custard creams appeared miraculously before his eyes. He smiled, took them, and chewed happily. Glancing over at his partner, he was shocked to see him nibbling on one.

"Doyle, feeling okay?"

"Yeah. Fine, ta. Do you reckon two tubes of lube will be enough?"

"Don't ca-- Ha! You won't get me on that one, matey. Not that I care about." Bodie whistled a jaunty tune. "In two hours, we dump the pooch, and then we can begin our holiday. Nice that there's not much traffic. We'll be on our way in no time. Do you have the train tickets?"

Doyle patted his jacket. "Right here. Good idea to take the train. That will save us hours of driving time and give us more together time. I like it."

Bodie grinned. "More shagging time once we check in. Did you remind Cowley to have a lowly agent fetch the car?"

"You're such a lout. Marge was right about you." After finishing his biscuit, Doyle brushed his hands together. "But I agree. More shagging time is on my agenda as well. And yes, Cowley will have one of the lads fetch the car back to London. Our tickets are for a return to King's Cross."

Bodie patted Doyle's knee. "I knew I kept you about for a reason."

"Hands on the wheel, mate-- Blimey. What's going on up there?" Doyle pointed ahead.

Bodie depressed the brake pedal. Red brake lights glared ahead. Three lanes of the motorway were at a standstill. "You don't think...?

"Ambush? For a puppy?"

"A royal puppy. A royal five-thousand-pound puppy who can have more five-thousand-pound puppies in a year, I'm guessing. Status symbol if nothing else. It’ll be shipped out of the country in a heartbeat.” He sucked on his lower lip. “Besides, it's the holidays. No road works."

"Good thinking." Doyle touched the side of his nose, making Bodie laugh. "An accident?" Doyle craned his head, trying to see ahead.

Bodie pulled over to the right as far as he could and stopped the vehicle. "See anything?"

"No. But to be on the safe side..." Doyle opened the seatbelt that secured the soft fabric-style dog carrier and rested it on his lap. He opened the flap to extricate the sleeping puppy. The tan and white fur bundle wiggled, and her brown eyes opened. She yawned, pink tongue visible, along with sharp, white teeth. The pup sighed softly, snuggled into his upturned palms, and went back to sleep.

"She's a sweet little miss." Doyle tucked her into his jacket, carefully pulling the zip up halfway.

"How can it sleep through all of that?"

"A full belly and a pee barely an hour ago. This little gal is having a smashing kip. That's good for us."

Bodie watched as Doyle pushed the collapsible carrier under the seat and sat back, cradling his hand under the outside of the jacket. "I look plump."

"Good idea. No sense advertising what we're doing." Bodie grinned. "I love you no matter your size." He leered at Doyle's crotch.

"You ever think of anything but sex?"

"Yeah, food. Money. Fast cars. A good weapon." Bodie snorted with laughter before he turned serious. "We've got company."

Two uniformed police officers walked down the rows of cars, speaking to various drivers and passengers.

"Not real coppers," Doyle said.

"How can you tell?"

With a shrug, Doyle wrapped his arm around his jacket and did his best to conceal the pup. When they reached the Capri, both men rolled down their windows.

"Officers," Bodie said pleasantly.

"We're looking for two bank robbers. Seems to match your descriptions," the older man said. "Can you get out of the car, please?"

"Certainly," Doyle said, climbing out.

Bodie hurried over to his partner. He slipped one arm across Doyle's shoulders and the other around his waist, pulling him to an embrace that effectively hid the small bulge in Doyle's belly. He smooched the side of Doyle's face. "Officers." He gave the men a silly grin. "He's just so irresistible, isn't he?" He kissed Doyle's cheek again. "You're just the cutest thing I've ever seen!" he chortled to Doyle.

The officers looked at one another. "Fucking poofters," one muttered, turning away in disgust.

Bodie blinked. "Now don't be like that!" He held Doyle close.

"Bah," the other man said, giving them both a surly look. "Perverts. Queers can’t rob an old lady of her handbag. Too messy for ‘em."

As the two men stomped away, Bodie sighed with relief. "Let's make like a bird and get the flock out of here!"

Doyle climbed into the passenger seat, one hand cradling his burden. "Rob an old lady? That’s what he said. Who robbed what old lady? Why mention robbery?”

Bodie ignored Doyle’s rambling. “Traffic is clearing.”

“Move it, mate!”

Bodie drove quickly but carefully. No sense damaging the merchandise. Another hour on, and he began to squirm in his seat.

"Ants in your pants?" Doyle asked. He cradled the puppy in his arms. "She probably could use a wee as well."

Bodie signalled to leave the motorway. "This is our exit anyway. There's a petrol station. I'll have a quick emptying of my tank while you take Missy for a walk."

"Missy, eh?"

"Why not? Better than Druscilla or Prudence or Cassandra. Too long."

Doyle laughed.

Bodie pulled over to the far side of the paved car park, where a strip of grass grew. He tossed Doyle a grin. "I'll get some drinks too. What do you fancy?"

"I'll have a lemonade." Doyle climbed out and gently unzipped his jacket. He stroked the puppy awake, setting her down to get her balance after the long nap. "There ya go."

Bodie smiled, shaking his head. Doyle would love a dog of his own. Maybe one day, when they retired. Bodie fancied himself something of a gardener, and Doyle could raise a pup to love. Unable to wipe the smile from his face, Bodie hurried to the gents. He relieved himself, washed his hands, and wandered into the store area. From the large picture window, he could see Doyle following the little dog through the grass. Still smiling, he grabbed two lemonade bottles from the cooler and two packs of crisps. As he was paying, he glanced up.

Two men were approaching Doyle, and their body stance was not friendly. Both concealed their hands behind their bodies. Doyle was oblivious to the men. He was crouched down, patting the puppy. Bodie wanted to shout out, but he didn't want to startle the men into something worse than puppy-snatching. Cautiously, he took his purchases and sauntered towards the car, whistling loudly.

The two men turned. Bodie recognised the fake police officers from earlier, now dressed in street clothes. Doyle heard the whistle and stood, bringing the puppy with him. He cradled the little thing close to his chest.

"Gentlemen?" Bodie said, depositing the drinks and crisps on the seat through the open window.

"We don't want trouble. You distracted us earlier, with that poofter shite, but not this time. The boss told us you're the blokes, so you'd best hand it over without any problems." The first man was about thirty-five, tall and lanky, with dirty short-cropped blond hair. He levelled his gun at Bodie.

"You don't want this much trouble," Doyle said. "You won't want her! She cries and pees and needs constant care."

The second man, older than his companion, with a paunch, a bald pate, and watery blue eyes, waved his gun from Bodie to Doyle. "Constant what? Care? You two jokers are asking for it! Diamonds don't need care."

"They don't pee either," the first bloke offered. His companion nodded in agreement.

"Diamonds?" Bodie said, with Doyle echoing the word as well.

"Hand them over!" The second fellow poked Bodie with the gun. "Now!"

"Wait. We don't have diamonds," Bodie explained. "We have a dog."

The two men exchanged looks. The first man pulled a note from his pocket. "Says here, two blokes, one dark, one curly, driving a gold Rover SD1." He thrust the note at Bodie.

Doyle took a step forward. "This is yellow, not gold. Got a number tag?"

"Yeah. G8060DG." The man looked proud that he'd remembered the number plate.

Bodie looked down at their current motor and then at the men. "Sorry, gents. This car is C8060CG. The plates are dirty."

The second man circled the car, keeping his weapon trained on Bodie. He looked down at the plate, swiped at it with his hand, then stood up.

Bodie saw him blink stupidly before he waved his gun. "Get in the car. Both of you."

Bodie shrugged, climbing in with Doyle doing the same.

"Don't move for thirty minutes, or we'll make sure you don't see the light of day again. We’ll be watching. Got it?" He tried to look menacing.

Bodie held up his hands. He was more afraid the moron would shoot one of them accidentally rather than with any skill. More dangerous than a competent criminal. "Got it."

With a nod from Doyle, the two men raced across the car park and leapt into a ratty-looking twenty-year-old dark green Land Cruiser. Bodie noted the number plate before he turned to Doyle. "Those two escaped from a madhouse Panto, I'd say. Shall we?" He waved a hand at the retreating Land Cruiser.

"We're not chasing them! Not with Missy! Call it in!" Doyle insisted.

Bodie sighed dramatically and climbed out of the car. He dropped coins into the phone in the red box on the corner of the car park.

“3.7 here. Cowley, please, and hurry.” He waited a moment before he heard the Controller acknowledge him. "Sir? Has there been a diamond heist today that you're aware of?"

Cowley yelled into the phone. “Diamonds! What are you and 4.5 doing? Is the package safe?”

Bodie held the handset away from his ear until he could speak again. "Yes, of course! We are capable of delivering one dog! But listen, about the diamonds: take this down." He rattled off the make, model, and number plate of the Land Cruiser, as well as a description of the Rover, with its number plate that the two idiots kindly supplied.

“Do not deviate!” Cowley shouted.

“No, sir. Yes, sir. We understand. That’s why I’m calling!”

“Keep to your mission, 3.7. That’s an order!”

“Yes, sir. We're almost there. Got waylaid by two morons who thought we were their meet for the diamond exchange." He tried to explain but gave up. "We didn't go looking for trouble! Right. Bodie, out." He hung up before Cowley could gather enough breath to shout at him again. “Bloody Cowley,” he muttered as he hurried back to the Rover.

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Bodie was ecstatic when they finally arrived at the gate leading to Singing Stones Kennel Estates. “About bloody time.”

Doyle nodded, stroking the puppy that sat in his lap. “I’m exhausted. Taking care of another living creature is far too much work.”

“Other than me,” Bodie said around a yawn.

“Other than you.” Doyle scrubbed at one eye. “About time.”

Bodie watched the electronic gate slowly swing open, and a woman strode through. She was about fifty, dressed in overalls and a long-sleeve shirt, and sporting a tan woven wide-brim hat. She approached Bodie’s side as he rolled down the window. “Afternoon.”

“Oh! She’s brilliant!” The woman held out her hands. Doyle passed the puppy over. “My goodness, but she is a treat! Even better than I thought she could possibly be!” She snuggled the wiggling puppy before she said, “Forgive my manners. I’m Mrs. Ruth Rogers-Bradley. Come in!”

She hurried down the long sweeping driveway, giving Bodie enough room to drive past and park in front of the two-story, older red brick house. Not as grand as he’d imagined, seeing that this family had royal connections. But the house and grounds were expertly kept. Everything was neat and clean.

“Tea?” Mrs. Rogers-Bradley asked, standing on the step waiting for Bodie and Doyle to join her.

“We appreciate the offer, but we have train tickets booked. We’ll be on our way. Please be sure to let Mr Cowley know that your package arrived safely.” Bodie gave her a dazzling smile.

Like most women, young or old, once subjected to the Bodie charm, they tended to melt under the sunbeam of his smile. She was no different, returning the smile with one of her own. “I’ll call Mr Cowley this minute.” She hugged the puppy close. “Thank you!”

“Have you got a name for her?” Doyle asked.

“Oh, yes. She’s Singing Stones Gracious Millesandra. I’m going to call her Missy.”

Bodie glanced at his partner, exchanging smiles. “We like it.”

Doyle nodded. “It suits her.” He patted the puppy. “Cheers.”

“Good afternoon,” Bodie said, turning to the car. With Doyle beside him, he smiled. “You and me.”

Doyle rubbed his hands together. “Yeah.”

Bodie swallowed. He was in for the ride of his life. He couldn’t wait!

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The train ride was uneventful, and Bodie was happy to be in their room at The Piper’s Rest. It was a fine room, large enough for a good-sized bed, dresser, and wardrobe. A small kitchen was tucked under the eaves, and the bathroom was better than he’d expected, with sparkling-clean tiled surfaces. Bodie eyed the large bath while he used the toilet. Both he and Doyle would fit nicely. On a small shelf were several bottles of shampoo, body lotions, and wrapped soap bars. In the living area, there was a sofa, end tables, and a television, with a collection of VHS tapes of various types of films. Not that he would be giving Doyle much time for telly viewing. He grinned to himself. Doyle, naked. The stuff of dreams.

In the main area, Doyle was standing beside the bed. He held up something. “Look what I found.” He tossed it at Bodie.

Bodie caught the tube flying towards him. “Nice. These lads appreciate a good brand of lubricant.” Uncapping it, he sniffed. “Vanilla. Makes me hungry.” He capped the tube. “I’ve been fed and watered. Now I need to be brushed and put up for the night.”

Doyle laughed, coming over to him and pulling Bodie towards him by his waistband. “What are you now? A horse?”

Bodie moved closer. “I’m a stallion, mate. Ready to mount you. Now.”

Giggling, Doyle began to undress his lover. Bodie returned the favour after Doyle had unbuttoned his shirt, pulling Doyle’s t-shirt over his head. He opened the beaded belt on Doyle’s jeans, pulling it free of the belt loops. He tossed it aside and unzipped the tight denim. Pushing the material down to Doyle’s ankles, he gauged Doyle’s projectory. With a shove, Doyle fell backwards onto the bed, tethered at his ankles with the jeans and his shoes. His underpants were black. Bodie’s heart tripped in his chest. Fuck.

“You had to wear those.” Bodie kept his gaze locked on Doyle’s while he undressed, haphazardly throwing his clothes to the side. He stood before his lover, naked and erect. Doyle lay sprawled on the bed, his eyes wide.

Doyle licked his lips. “Jesus, Bodie. You’re marvellous.”

“You’re nice looking yourself.”

“Only nice?”

Bodie pulled Doyle’s briefs down to join the jeans. With a wicked grin, Bodie crawled up Doyle’s body until his cock hovered above Doyle’s mouth. “Your mouth is dangerous. Your body is fucking awesome.” He looked down his body to where Doyle lay under him. His prick dripped a single bead of precum onto Doyle’s face.

Doyle reached up, grabbed him roughly, and pulled, sucking Bodie’s cock in. He put his other hand on Bodie’s arse, clenching his fingers.

“Ray!” Bodie shuddered as Doyle’s teeth, lips, and tongue played with him. Biting. Sucking. Licking. Bodie gasped and tried to pull back, but Doyle’s grasp was firm. He surrendered, coming into Doyle’s talented mouth. “Love,” he whispered. “Mine.”

Doyle gave Bodie’s cock a parting lick. “Love you, too.”

Bodie moved down so he could kiss his partner. After several minutes, Bodie felt Doyle squirm under him, his hard prick trapped between their bodies. He tried to rub against Bodie, but Bodie levered himself up.

“Bodie!” Doyle whined. He reached for his cock. Bodie batted his hand away.

“Mine.” Bodie reached over to the nightstand and grabbed one of the tubes of lube Doyle had lined up on the wood surface like soldiers marching to war.

“My feet.” Doyle tried to kick off the material and trainers holding his bound feet.

Bodie grabbed Doyle’s ankles and swung them onto the bed. He didn’t give Doyle time to escape his temporary bonds. With a handful of cold lube, he coated Doyle’s cock. Distracted from his escape efforts, Doyle shouted at the sudden temperature change on his hot skin.

“No worries. I’ll warm that right up.” Bodie took Doyle in hand, spreading the lube over the heated skin. Doyle lay, arms spread wide, eyes closed as he pumped his hips. Bodie expertly worked his prick. The organ swelled under his hand. He grabbed Doyle’s balls and squeezed enough to make Doyle cry out.

“Christ! Bodie! What the hell?” Doyle’s eyes flew open, and he glared at Bodie.

Bodie merely smiled, tossed a leg over Doyle’s hips, held onto Doyle’s cock, and lowered himself onto it until he could sink no further.

“Bodie!” Doyle shuddered, frantic to move. He rolled his lower torso, trying to fuck Bodie’s arse.

Bodie had other ideas. He planted his palms on either side of Doyle’s head and lowered his head until he captured Doyle’s lips with his. He tongue-fucked Doyle until Doyle was whimpering, his hands scrabbling on Bodie’s back. Bodie knew he’d have marks there, but he revelled in them. Doyle was his, as he was Doyle’s.

Finally, they broke apart. Doyle’s eyes were wild when Bodie rose a few inches to slide back down Doyle’s cock.

“Bodiebodiebodie.”

“Shhh, love.” Bodie knew when Doyle was at his limit. He needed to fuck. Bodie obliged, rising and sinking on the hard shaft while Doyle’s hands dug into Bodie’s hip bones. “Mark me. I’m yours.”

Doyle cried out, thrusting up hard to meet Bodie’s downward movement. “Sooo good. Moremore!”

Bodie pinched Doyle’s nipples. Doyle screamed, and Bodie felt the cock buried inside him pulse.

“So good. So good. So good,” Bodie echoed.

Doyle collapsed back onto the bed, breathing roughly. Bodie gently climbed off Doyle and lay beside him. He kissed Doyle’s sweaty cheek and brushed the matted hair from his forehead.

“Fucking fantastic,” Bodie whispered, touching Doyle’s reddened lips with a fingertip.

Doyle smiled, opened his mouth, and sucked Bodie’s finger in. He tongued it until Bodie shivered.

“Payback is a bitch,” Doyle whispered after he released Bodie’s finger.

“I’ll enjoy every minute.”

Doyle turned onto his side, sliding a hand over Bodie’s chest. “Woof. Woof.”

Bodie chuckled, moving to lie along Doyle’s body so he could easily kiss him. “Bow wow.”

Doyle sighed contentedly and dozed.

Bodie dozed as well until the need to be clean urged him from the bed. Doyle muttered something in his sleep. Bodie smiled. He took off Doyle's trainers, socks, pants and jeans, throwing them onto the floor. They'd tidy up later. After giving Doyle a loving smile and a gentle touch on his ankle, he headed to the bathroom for a warm flannel and towel. Returning, he washed his lover.

“Hmmm. Feels nice,” Doyle said.

“Didn’t think I could do that without waking you.”

“It’s fine. I’m starving anyway.” Doyle stretched like a contented house cat.

“I’m hungry too.”

“Dinner and a film?”

Bodie washed his own cock and arse with the flannel. “Dinner and more fucking?”

“Now you’re talking. Last one dressed is a lout.”

Amid much laughter, Bodie dressed and went out into the night with his beloved. Dinner and shagging; what more could a man ask for but a faithful companion? No, not a dog, Bodie mused. Ray Doyle would do nicely instead.

The End


Title: Holiday Faux Paws
Author: LilyK sc_fossil
Genre: Slash, Holiday
Archive at ProsLib: Yes
Warnings: None
Notes: Thanks to Ankaree for the beta!

Comments

[krisserci5.livejournal.com]

That was fun. Thank you! Merry, merry!

[sc-fossil.livejournal.com]

Cheers, mate. Glad you had fun. Merry to you too!

[ali15son.livejournal.com]

I really enjoyed this. Thankyou.

[sc-fossil.livejournal.com]

Thanks for commenting and reading! I appreciate that.

[cloudless-9193.livejournal.com]

Great story! :-)

[sc-fossil.livejournal.com]

Thanks!

[agt-spooky.livejournal.com]

LOL! Loved it! Silly, sweet and hot. The best kind of holiday gift!

[sc-fossil.livejournal.com]

Thanks, mate! Glad you enjoyed it.

[trepkos.livejournal.com]

Fantastic work! Great characterisation.

[sc-fossil.livejournal.com]

Thanks for reading!

[merentha13.livejournal.com]

Fun story! Happy Holidays

[sc-fossil.livejournal.com]

Thanks! Happy Holidays to you!

[macklingirl.livejournal.com]

What a fun and hot way to start the calendar. I like it. :-)

[sc-fossil.livejournal.com]

Thanks for your nice comment!

[queenafoster.livejournal.com]

I thought, 'No way are those hoseheads gonna steal that cute puppy!' And then you twisted it so that they're idiots... and that Cowley didn't even care about the diamonds! That was hilarious!

[sc-fossil.livejournal.com]

Thanks so much, Queena! I'm tickled you enjoyed it.

[ankaree.livejournal.com]

Great story! I enjoyed it a lot. And I love the lads' sexy time! :D

[sc-fossil.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I appreciate your help as well. *hug*

[cim3745.livejournal.com]

:-) lovely start to the weekend. I enjoyed it. Thank you.

[sc-fossil.livejournal.com]

Thanks so much!

[f-m-parkinson.livejournal.com]

I'm glad that in the end they got what they wanted. I had visions of it all going pear-shaped for them with that dog and the thugs. Thank goodness it didn't. A fun start to the calendar!

[sc-fossil.livejournal.com]

Thanks so much, my friend! I'm glad you enjoyed it.

[sw33n3y.livejournal.com]

The puppy caper was both a sweet departure from their usual challenges and a nod to the long-suffering Lads' many 'babysitting' assignments. Such fun!

Merry Christmas!

[sc-fossil.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I so appreciate your reading my story!