NOTE:After receiving beautiful art prints by Jean Kluge, I was inspired to write a fic about the gorgeous print "World Enough...Time." The print is a colour picture with Bodie wearing a vest and jeans with a (semi) naked Doyle in his lap.

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Whistling, Ray Doyle drove his bike out of the garage into the yard. He'd had a stroke of luck, running into Jim Cunningham who asked if he still fancied motorbikes, when Ray said he did, Jim told him he had a shed full of spare parts in reasonably good condition and Ray was welcome to them. He'd managed to find some nice pieces that could replace some of the rusty parts on his own bike, being third owner, it was in need of some new parts.

Tools and bike parts scattered through the yard, he was completely content. Tinkering with his bike was a great way to relax after the hectic few days he'd had.

CI5 had been called in when a dangerous prisoner had escaped in the middle of London and every available agent, including as many men as Scotland Yard could spare, was on the look out for Len Winters, a serial killer with no remorse.

He was finally caught in a joint effort from CI5 and Scotland Yard and without any new victims, so Cowley, pleased as punch, had given them two days leave.

Wiping his face with his hand he stood and stretched. His orange overalls, which he kept especially for working on the bike, were too warm. The weather was really hot for June and sweat was pouring down his back.

Getting back inside he took a nice cold lager from the fridge.

Toeing off his trainers, he walked to the bedroom while he unbuttoned his overalls and pulled his arms out. Baring his chest, he pulled the lower part from his legs and kicked it in the corner. He rummaged in his wardrobe; he still had a pair of tattered old jeans he could put on without being afraid of ruining them.

Unfortunately when he tried them on it seemed as if they belonged to his bigger brother, he could swim in them! Maybe they were Charlie's; he thought with a grin, he and his brother always had the same taste in clothes.

Throwing the jeans on the bed to dispose of them later, he looked around. Taking a swig from his cold lager, he then put the can against his forehead to cool down a little.

Something else was on the bottom of his wardrobe, when he pulled it out, it turned out to be a pair of cut off jeans. Putting them on, they fit like a second skin, barely covering his thighs; he decided they would do nicely.

He sauntered back into the yard again, having brought his lager he sat down on a stool to polish some of the parts.

After 20 minutes polishing he could do with another lager, just as he was going back inside he noticed Bodie walking into the courtyard.

"Hey mate," he shouted "wan' a lager?" At Bodie's nod he picked up two cans and went back.

"Hullo, what are you all dressed up for?" he asked Bodie.

Bodie was wearing his dove grey suit and baby blue tie and he looked supremely suave and cool.

"Was going to suggest a night out mate, pull some birds, nice restaurant. But by the looks of you, my dear Raymond, you're not dressed for it." Bodie tweaked one of Ray's curls and in the process gathered a smear of oil that was on Ray's cheek, to show him.

"Nah, mate, don't fancy dressing up in this weather, I'm perfectly happy like this." Ray gestured at his bare chest, legs and feet. "You're welcome to join me though. A bit of tinkering, couple of lagers, get some takeaway later on."

"Sounds nice, but 'm hardly dressed for it, or do you have something I can borrow? " Bodie crooked his eyebrow.

"What? Oh, yeah on the bed is one of Charlie's old pair of jeans, they were a bit large for me, but they will do you nicely."

When Bodie returned a bit later, Doyle's breath caught in his throat. So Bodie in suit looked great, Bodie in jeans with only a vest on looked... He sighed, trying to think dampening thoughts.

"Oi, cloth ears!"

He looked up at Bodie's shout. "What?"

"I said, do you have an old rag for me too, so I can start polishing?" Bodie repeated exasperated. "Heat affected your hearing, has it?" he grinned.

"Nah, nothing like that, just having some nice thoughts." Ray answered truthfully, handing Bodie the rag he pulled from his toolbox.

"Oh yeah, care to tell me about them?" Bodie teased, while he started polishing.

"Oh no mate, my imagination will only make you jealous." Ray watched the muscles in Bodie's back flex, while he polished. Swallowing he returned to his own job, not wanting to think of all that beauty so near and yet so far out of his reach.

"Ray?" Bodie's voice sounded concerned. "Something wrong?"

"No." He shook his head. "No, I'm fine." But he didn't look up, couldn't look Bodie in the eyes.

He heard a scraping noise. Bodie was moving his stool closer to Ray. He concentrated hard on his polishing, didn't want to look at him, Bodie sitting there, his broad muscular chest barely covered by the vest, his strong, creamy white shoulders and arms so close he ached to touch them.

He was breathing hard, hoping that Bodie hadn't noticed his glances at him.

Then he felt a hand on his arm, another hand pulling the rag out of his hands, he dropped whatever he was working on, he couldn't remember what it was if his life depended on it.

"You've got it bad mate, haven't you?" Bodie's voice was husky in his ears.

Looking up with confused eyes he noticed Bodie was a bit out of breath. "Bodie?"

He was pulled to his feet and down into Bodie's lap, a large hand cupped the side of his head, a thumb stroked his temple and then traced his lips.

"Tell me if I've got it wrong." Bodie mumbled, tracing the same path with his lips, as he had with his thumb only seconds before.

Ray shifted in Bodie's lap, sitting astride the taller man's thighs pushing their groins closer together. He grabbed Bodie's upper arms, then started caressing the strong neck. Bodie pulled his head down to claim Ray's lips in a searing hot kiss. Tongues duelling with each other, hands stroking, hips pushing their erections together in a tantalising rhythm.

Bodie's hands unzipped Ray's jeans, while Ray stroked the large bulge in Bodie's own.

Bending his head he kissed the satin skin of Bodie's chest, pulling the vest out of the way, he teased Bodie's nipples with his tongue. Bodie cupped his buttocks to keep Ray balanced, pulling them even closer together.

Bodie found his mouth once more and started ravishing it.

Ray revelled in the feeling of the strong masculine body under his hands, Bodie's strong thighs accommodating his buttocks, strong arms surrounding him, their male musk mingling with the scent of lavender in the air.

"Get them off." Bodie growled, pulling at Doyle's jeans, and with a lot of wriggling they accomplished just that.

They started thrusting against each other. "Oh Christ." Bodie groaned, "open the zip, now Ray!"

Fumbling between them, his own shaft painfully erect, he freed Bodie's leaking erection from his jeans. Where his own penis was long and slender, Bodie's was thick, long and just perfect, he noticed.

Bodie pulled him even closer, lifting Ray's buttocks with his hands, his shaft sliding under Ray's to the tiny opening behind it. Ray more hanging on to Bodie, because his feet couldn't touch the ground, pulled his legs up and put them around Bodie's waist, giving Bodie more room to angle his shaft. Reaching behind him Ray grabbed hold of Bodie's erection and guided it into his body. He held his breath while Bodie pushed slowly inside until he was fully sheathed.

Then Bodie started to thrust, his strong thigh muscles expanding under Ray's buttocks, each thrust a burst of power. Ray clung to Bodie, his eyes closed, he was getting so close, Bodie moved faster, panting. Then as Ray felt his orgasm building he threw his head backwards and Bodie's mouth latched on to the pulse point in his throat.

He came with a shout, spurting between them, on his own stomach and Bodie's vest, then he felt a shudder go through Bodie, together with a deep groan and then Bodie pumped his seed deep inside him.

They slumped in each other's arms. Ray still with his legs around Bodie's waist, Bodie still buried inside him. Ray cradled Bodie's head against his shoulder and whispered "That was wonderful, you're so damned sexy when you get going."

Bodie looked up at him, his dark blue eyes, shining brilliantly. "You aren't so bad yourself, Angelfish, bloody gorgeous when you're coming."

Doyle wriggled a little and felt Bodie's shaft slip from his body, sighing, he gently pulled his legs from Bodie's waist, wincing when he cramped.

"You think we could do this again sometime?" He asked hesitantly.

Helping Ray lower his feet to the ground, Bodie let him stand up to turn around and pulled him back in his lap again. Now he cradled Ray against his chest and said. "Anytime you like." Pushing sweat heavy curls from Ray's forehead, he pressed a kiss between the wide green eyes.

"We've got all the time in world, love."

-- THE END --

June 2005