Written for Her Majesty, ESQ--because she deserves it!


It had been a hard day at CI5. The op that they had been working on had almost blown up in their faces, literally. Cowley was on the warpath, and Bodie and Doyle had got it in the neck, as senior agents on the case. And to top it all off, neither of them had a date lined up to look forward to.

The two men stood in the rest room, grumbling bitterly about their lot.

"We go out there, putting our lives on the line, day after day. What thanks do we get? We haven't even got our pay rise! And to put the icing on the cake it's absolutely tanking it down outside."

"Mmm. What you need, Raymond, my old son, is a night on the tiles. We're stood down for tomorrow, so we can allow ourselves to get totally bladdered, forget it all for a bit."

"Yeah, except I've got no money. I'm stony broke." Doyle caught the sharp glance Bodie gave him, could almost hear the cogs turning in the dark head. "I spent it on the bits for the bike, didn't I?" he snapped defensively.

"So what's new?" Bodie quipped. "Oh, alright, my treat. I've got a bit left, and Murphy owes me a bit. I'll see if I can collect and then we're out of here. I want to go home and get changed though. You might as well leave your car here, stop over at mine after. I doubt you'll be in a fit state to get yourself home when I've finished with you."

"Promises, promises!" muttered Doyle, receiving another sharp glance in return.

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Ten minutes later, both men had left the halls of CI5 behind, and were driving to Ray's flat to pick up a change of clothes and his overnight gear.

"So where do you fancy going? Wanna try pick up a couple of birds while we're at it?" Bodie asked as he left Ray's flat. "I wouldn't mind getting my leg over, the way I feel right now."

Ray followed him out of the flat, setting the locks as he left. "I don't mind where we go, but no, I don't want to pick up birds--I really haven't got it in me to try get them to come across tonight. All I want to do is sit in a corner somewhere, drink as many drinks as I can before closing, and maybe listen to a few of your tall tales whilst I'm at it--anything that doesn't require energy or effort on my part."

"Tall tales?" Bodie spluttered as he unlocked the car. "I don't tell tall tales, as you so cuttingly put it. My tales are nothing but the truth!"

"Yeah, but the truth according to who?" Doyle teased. "Hans Christian Anderson? Pinocchio?"

"I'll make you pay for that, sunshine. Just see if I don't."

"Yeah? You making promises you can't keep again, Bodie? You're all wind and piss, mate!"

"Them's fighting words! Ooh, you've got a sharp tongue on you tonight, belongs in the knife drawer! I'm mortally wounded, I am." Bodie put on a look of mock hurt. Doyle found himself laughing in spite of everything. Sometimes it was nice just to be alone with Bodie.

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Doyle emerged from Bodie's bathroom, after getting changed, and Bodie watched him stride across the room.

His eyes nearly fell out onto his cheeks as he saw the jeans his partner had chosen. He doubted it was possible to get any tighter without them being painted on. He couldn't resist admiring the sexy arse as Doyle shimmied past him out of the flat, or putting his hand an one of the rounded buns, earning him a slap and a glare. He raised his eyebrows in feigned innocence, and shrugged as if to say it was all a simple mistake.

Doyle sighed, and gave him the benefit of the doubt. This time.

As Bodie watched Ray descend the stairs ahead of him, he was glad he hadn't worn his cream trousers. His black cords were starting to feel tight as it was. He was certain Ray would not be impressed if he found out how he was thinking right now, so made a mental note to get a grip on himself. The most sobering thought he could come up with was a naked George Cowley, and so effective it was that he tripped and nearly fell down the stairs on top of Doyle, who threw him a puzzled glance.

"Have you started without me while I was getting ready?"

"No, course not. Sorry. Just tired, that's all." Bodie lied glibly, and hoped it would do the trick of silencing his partner.

He made another mental note to be more careful in future, with both what he thought about, and where he was putting his feet.

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The barmaid rang the bell at the end of the bar with gusto, and shouted to the remaining customers.

"Time, gentlemen, please. Can we be having your glasses now?"

Both Bodie and Doyle felt much better than they had at the start of the evening, having consumed several pints of lager, each one followed by a chaser of Scotch. They drained their glasses, and stood up to leave. Ray staggered unevenly, and Bodie, catching his elbow, propped him upright until he had recovered his balance. He was rewarded by a smile so dazzling that it nearly knocked him off his feet.

They made their way unsteadily back to Bodie's flat, and somewhat raucously managed to get up the stairs.

He fumbled for his keys, and stabbed vaguely at the lock. Ray covered the hand bearing the key with his, and between them, they eventually managed to hit the keyhole and unlock the door, giggling hysterically from their efforts.

The opening of the door somehow caught them unawares, and they both fell through the doorway and landed in a heap sprawled on the floor on top of each other. They looked at each other in the gentle light from the lamp left on earlier, and dissolved into gales of roaring laughter at their predicament, Bodie kicking the door shut behind them.

"Ssshh!" hissed Bodie loudly. "The neighbours'll be complaining," he slurred.

"Fuck the neighbours!" Doyle replied uncharitably into Bodie's chest.

Bodie looked rather cross-eyed at the top of Doyle's curly head. "I'd rather fuck you! Those jeans you're wearing have been driving me demented all night," he retorted.

The realisation of what he had just said stopped all laughter between them, and Ray snapped his head up in surprise, to stare into Bodie's eyes. Green bored into blue for what seemed like an eternity. Slowly they disentangled themselves, and sat up.

"Umm..." began Bodie hesitantly. He really had no idea how to undo this one.

Ray raised a hand to silence him. "Would you? Really?"

"Umm...." Bodie blinked with confusion. He would, he knew, but was this some kind of trap?

"I wouldn't mind if you did. Want to, that is."

"No?"

Ray shook his head in answer, then moved closer to Bodie, bringing his face near enough to kiss. He parted his lips, and nervously ran his tongue over them. Bodie was mesmerised by this action, like a rabbit caught in the headlights. A little voice of reason in his head was trying to get itself heard over the pounding of his heart and rushing blood swishing through his ears, but he knew resistance was futile, and silenced it.

He leaned towards his partner, and brushed his mouth gently over Ray's. A small moan escaped from the other man, and then he responded with such ferocity that Bodie found himself flat on his back, and Doyle on top of him. He relaxed into the passionate embrace, and felt Doyle's tongue parting his lips. He opened his mouth more to allow the probing muscle access, and began his own voyage of discovery of Ray's mouth by sucking and nibbling at his lips.

Ray groaned with desire, and releasing Bodie's mouth, slid down his jaw, reaching his ear, which he grazed with his teeth. He felt Bodie shudder with pleasure, and began unbuttoning Bodie's shirt, pulling it hastily from his trousers.

Bodie felt the calloused hands run across his chest, skimming his nipples, whilst Ray's mouth remained concentrated on his neck and throat, making little nips and sucks. He gasped with lust, and raising his hands, ploughed them into Ray's hair, winding the curls around his fingers.

He removed one hand, and tugged frantically at Ray's t-shirt. Ray released him long enough to wriggle out of the t-shirt, then resumed his oral ministrations. Bodie allowed his free hand to skate across the bared torso, savouring the feel of the downy hair against his skin.

His groin felt like it was on fire, the heat emanating from them both was so intense. His penis was now fully erect, but was decidedly uncomfortable against the confines of his clothing. He gently pushed Ray away to break the embrace.

Green eyes looked at him, fear of rejection burning so brightly, it was all he could do to fight against clasping their owner back to him.

He smiled reassuringly. "I'm just uncomfortable. Shall we take this over there?" he whispered, nodding towards the bedroom. Ray rolled off him in answer, and they helped each other up. Bodie reached out, and seized one of Doyle's slender hands, dragging him towards the bedroom, facing him all the while, smiling seductively. As they passed through the doorway to the bedroom, he flicked the light on.

Doyle gazed into the midnight blue eyes, almost completely black with arousal, and relaxed.

Bodie felt the bed against his calves, and drawing Ray closer to him, began to caress the exposed skin with his hands, his eyes half closed with desire. He bent his head, and laved the trail his hands had made with his tongue.

Doyle shivered with the delicate sensations, and began to undo the buttons and zips of both his jeans and Bodie's trousers. He gently slid Bodie's trousers and underpants down towards his knees, and looked down to see the freed cock spring towards the revealed flat stomach. He grasped the reddish organ with his fist, and began to pump swiftly.

The effect was mind-blowing to Bodie, and he almost lost concentration on what he was doing. He began to rock his hips, thrusting his cock in and out of Ray's gripping fingers. Quickly, and with a cry, he came, shuddering as his seed spurted forth over his dangling shirt tails, his abdomen, Ray's hand.

His climax abating, he sank to his knees, peeling Doyle's tight jeans down as he did so. He was thrilled to discover that his suspicions that Ray did not wear anything under the jeans was confirmed.

He gently stroked the cock a couple of times with his hand, then parting his lips, he ran his tongue around the purple head, probing the slit, tasting the pearl of pre-come that had leaked out. He teased the crown with his tongue, feeling Ray bucking slightly against him and moaning softly. Suddenly, he opened his mouth, and engulfed as much of the stiff shaft as he could. He looked up at Ray as he did so, who met his eyes, and their gaze locked momentarily, passions exposed for the other to see. Then Ray threw his head back, and began to move against him.

Bodie sucked, varying between soft and gentle and swift and strong strokes, and ran his tongue over the cock. Ray grasped his head with his hands, and pulled him closer. Bodie could smell the musky scent of his partner, and he found it exhilarating.

Ray quickened his pace, and with a hoarse whisper calling Bodie's name, his orgasm was wrenched from him, into Bodie's mouth. Bodie swallowed the salty yet sweet semen, and continued his actions until Ray was still, then gently allowed the penis to slide limply from his mouth.

Ray looked down at him, trying to gauge if there were any regrets or recriminations. None were forthcoming, and he allowed himself to flop onto the bed.

Bodie wrestled the tight jeans from Ray's legs and stepped out of his own clothing, then clambered to join him. They shared a gaze that spoke volumes without a word being uttered, and then Bodie covered them with the sheets, pulled the overhead cord to turn the light off, curled around his lover, and together they drifted into a satisfied sleep.

-- THE END --

August 2005