May Day Part 24
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discoveredinalj"Well I'll be buggered..."
Bodie shot him a look. "Maybe later."
Doyle ignored it, frowning out the window. Something was itching at him. "Maurice Seaton's got alot to lose if he's caught taking dubious pictures at an Embassy ball, you know."
"So? Some people like taking risks."
It had been cramped in the broom cupboard, but far enough away from both ballroom and kitchen that they'd decided it was safe enough. Not as if they were on duty this time, they were genuine guests, brought by - if you please - the Honourable Cynthia Wyndham-Smythe and her best friend Celia someone-or-other. Not as if they were guarding the realm, and dilletante in their duty or anything.
It was almost empty, that broom cupboard, except for a single bucket, and a mop which Bodie ran suggestive and lascivious fingers up and down before he switched the light off. It was small enough to echo, too, so that the sound of their breathing seemed even louder, so that the chik-chik-chik of his zip being slid slowly downwards was a roar, so that he thought he could feel every inch, every atom of Bodie's skin when Bodie wrapped his hand around Doyle's prick.
It was hot in the broom cupboard, hot and quiet and loud and... Bodie kissing him, hard, Bodie's hand on his prick as he pressed himself against Doyle, hard and urgent and... they wouldn't last long, neither of them would, they'd been on duty for nearly six days straight, rarely together, always with other people around when they were, and all he'd wanted was Bodie's hands on him, and his lips, and the heat of his breath, and...
"Where could they have planted a camera?"
"Eh? Broom cupboard. We said."
"No, but..." he could feel his mind racing, nearly tripping over itself in its hurry to work it out, "The broom cupboard was small, only just room for both of us..."
"And the mop."
Doyle ignored him. "...we would have noticed a camera."
"Oh come on, the state we were in, we wouldn't have noticed the Bolshoi Ballet."
"We would," Doyle insisted, "There was no room for a camera in that... those pictures were in focus you know!"
"Wouldn't be any good for blackmailing us with if they weren't."
"Yes, but..." There was something else, Doyle knew there was something else. The broom cupboard was small and dark, and Bodie had danced with Claudia Seaton, and the speeches, and the lights, and... "Cynthia!"
"Cynthia?"
"Cynthia!" He snapped his fingers, ran his thumb across his nose. "You danced with that Seaton woman, and then you came over to tell me what she'd said about her husband!"
"So?"
"So – I was standing by the corner waiting for the girls to come back from powdering... whatever it is they powder. You stood in front of me, and you put your hand around my neck and pulled me close so that I could hear, because the bloody band was bursting into Chatanooga Choo Choo!"
"They were lousy too... oh."
"Yeah exactly. Oh."
"You mean..?"
"The bloody pictures really were innocent."
Bodie took his eyes off the road for a moment to look at Doyle, and they were both thinking Oh shit, and they were both thinking Now Cowley knows.
“It was Cynthia who introduced us to Seaton.”
“Cynthia?” Bodie sounded sceptical, “Yeah, but why?”
Doyle shook his head, he didn’t know. “Pull over.”
“Eh?”
“Pull over!”
“You’ll upset Tom, there’s not much parking around here.” Bodie indicated and squeezed into a space on the high street just as it came vacant, then turned off the engine. For a few moments they were quiet, watching the world going about its business while they sat there, blackmailed and innocent even if they were guilty.
White drove slowly past them, scowling.
“They looked dark.”
“Cheap camera.”
“Mmmn. Cynthia?”
“Bloody Cynthia...”
Bodie shot him a look. "Maybe later."
Doyle ignored it, frowning out the window. Something was itching at him. "Maurice Seaton's got alot to lose if he's caught taking dubious pictures at an Embassy ball, you know."
"So? Some people like taking risks."
It had been cramped in the broom cupboard, but far enough away from both ballroom and kitchen that they'd decided it was safe enough. Not as if they were on duty this time, they were genuine guests, brought by - if you please - the Honourable Cynthia Wyndham-Smythe and her best friend Celia someone-or-other. Not as if they were guarding the realm, and dilletante in their duty or anything.
It was almost empty, that broom cupboard, except for a single bucket, and a mop which Bodie ran suggestive and lascivious fingers up and down before he switched the light off. It was small enough to echo, too, so that the sound of their breathing seemed even louder, so that the chik-chik-chik of his zip being slid slowly downwards was a roar, so that he thought he could feel every inch, every atom of Bodie's skin when Bodie wrapped his hand around Doyle's prick.
It was hot in the broom cupboard, hot and quiet and loud and... Bodie kissing him, hard, Bodie's hand on his prick as he pressed himself against Doyle, hard and urgent and... they wouldn't last long, neither of them would, they'd been on duty for nearly six days straight, rarely together, always with other people around when they were, and all he'd wanted was Bodie's hands on him, and his lips, and the heat of his breath, and...
"Where could they have planted a camera?"
"Eh? Broom cupboard. We said."
"No, but..." he could feel his mind racing, nearly tripping over itself in its hurry to work it out, "The broom cupboard was small, only just room for both of us..."
"And the mop."
Doyle ignored him. "...we would have noticed a camera."
"Oh come on, the state we were in, we wouldn't have noticed the Bolshoi Ballet."
"We would," Doyle insisted, "There was no room for a camera in that... those pictures were in focus you know!"
"Wouldn't be any good for blackmailing us with if they weren't."
"Yes, but..." There was something else, Doyle knew there was something else. The broom cupboard was small and dark, and Bodie had danced with Claudia Seaton, and the speeches, and the lights, and... "Cynthia!"
"Cynthia?"
"Cynthia!" He snapped his fingers, ran his thumb across his nose. "You danced with that Seaton woman, and then you came over to tell me what she'd said about her husband!"
"So?"
"So – I was standing by the corner waiting for the girls to come back from powdering... whatever it is they powder. You stood in front of me, and you put your hand around my neck and pulled me close so that I could hear, because the bloody band was bursting into Chatanooga Choo Choo!"
"They were lousy too... oh."
"Yeah exactly. Oh."
"You mean..?"
"The bloody pictures really were innocent."
Bodie took his eyes off the road for a moment to look at Doyle, and they were both thinking Oh shit, and they were both thinking Now Cowley knows.
“It was Cynthia who introduced us to Seaton.”
“Cynthia?” Bodie sounded sceptical, “Yeah, but why?”
Doyle shook his head, he didn’t know. “Pull over.”
“Eh?”
“Pull over!”
“You’ll upset Tom, there’s not much parking around here.” Bodie indicated and squeezed into a space on the high street just as it came vacant, then turned off the engine. For a few moments they were quiet, watching the world going about its business while they sat there, blackmailed and innocent even if they were guilty.
White drove slowly past them, scowling.
“They looked dark.”
“Cheap camera.”
“Mmmn. Cynthia?”
“Bloody Cynthia...”
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Date: 2008-05-25 12:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-25 12:20 pm (UTC)And now Cowley knows *snicker* I bet he knew all along and just waited for them to tell him.
I do love all that twists and turns the story is taking. Nice plot you've been knitting there - you're good at plot, aren't you? *G*
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Date: 2008-05-25 01:21 pm (UTC)*hugs electricity*
I'm hoping the plot is actually thinning out enough that the story might be finished by the end of the month - it's nearly over!
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Date: 2008-05-25 01:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-25 02:05 pm (UTC)Another excellent part, BSL. Onwards to Cynthia's next, perhaps? I'll take it from here, seeing as this has been up, ooh, a couple of hours and no-one has claimed yet ;)
See what I mean about willpower? I can't stay away *g*
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Date: 2008-05-25 02:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-25 02:21 pm (UTC)you will have to write Pros again and again and again
Lol, is that a threat or a promise? I'm trying to get the lads together in a fic at the moment :D
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Date: 2008-05-25 02:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-25 02:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-25 04:43 pm (UTC)That's two of us now hitting you with the pokey stick! *eg*
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Date: 2008-05-25 04:48 pm (UTC)Oooh! Nice plot switch. In one of my earlier bits I had Doyle angry because the photos could have had an innocent explanation if Bodie hadn't blurted out the truth, so I'm really glad to see that picked up again. :D
"And the mop." Soooo Bodie!
And kudos for keeping Tom in the frame. Poor Tom!
Thank you! :D
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Date: 2008-05-25 04:50 pm (UTC)Next part's up!
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Date: 2008-05-25 04:52 pm (UTC)