(Sequel to Angel Delight)


Something had woken him up. He lay still listening to the noises of the night, hearing the sound of distant traffic on the main road; the beginning of the morning rush hour. Apart from the traffic, all he could hear was the tick, tick, tick of his alarm clock. Still puzzled as to what had woken him, he snuggled back under the covers, it was early and the heating had not come on yet. The body beside him mumbled a protest as cold skin touched warm but did not wake.

Bodie was just drifting off to sleep when he heard the noise again. It was coming from downstairs. He listened harder, then leapt out on bed as he recognised the sound. It was running water.

A picture of last night flashed through his eyes as he ran down the stairs. He had taken the cups and plates through to the kitchen to wash before going to bed and had been running the hot tap, waiting for the hot water to come through, when Ray had called him from the bedroom.

He'd only called his name, but the tone of voice had turned his knees to water. Ray had begun to come down the stairs when Bodie had gone to see what he wanted - as if he didn't know.

As soon as he'd seen Ray standing on the stairs, smiling THAT smile, he'd forgotten all about the cups - until now.

Bodie reached the bottom step and swore; the carpet beneath his bare feet was sodden and cold. He paddled through to the kitchen where the water was about two inches deep. Turning the running tap off, he surveyed the damage. The kitchen was completely flooded and he explored further. The hall carpet was sodden as well, but thanks to a slight tilt in the floor, the water had not encroached into the living room.

After a few choice swear words he decided to try and clean the mess up before Ray woke up. He was always being teased by his partner about his sloppy attitude to house work and didn't want to give him any more ammunition.

Bodie opened the back door, preparing to sweep the water off the tiled floors and down the steps when the sudden cold air reminded him he was still naked. He padded back into the hall then paused. If he went upstairs he would wake Ray up. Then he saw the jumper he'd taken off last night, over the back of the settee. Grateful for the warmth he slipped it on. He rummaged around in the hall cupboard but the only footwear he could find were his fishing boots. His feet were almost numb with cold, so he put them on. Aware that his nether regions were still suffering from exposure, he slipped on Doyle's raincoat and belted it up. Ready at last, he began clearing up the water.

It was over an hour before he felt he had done all he could. They'd have to leave the carpet to dry out by itself.

He took the coat off and was about to remove the boots when he realized he was not alone. He turned to find Ray standing on the stairs, staring at him.

Doyle had woken up with a start, reaching over to cuddle Bodie when his searching arms met an expanse of cold empty sheet. Coming downstairs to see what was wrong he had been confronted by the awesome sight of Bodie clad only in a pair of thigh-high green boots and a white V-neck pullover. The jumper was too small for Bodie and stopped short inches above his waist, leaving all the really interesting portions of his partner free to be appreciated.

Realising what a ridiculous picture he must be presenting, Bodie waited for Ray to burst out laughing. God, he'd never hear the end of this!

But the laughter didn't come. Puzzled, Bodie looked up into the sparkling green eyes. Doyle did not speak, but just held out his hand. Automatically Bodie took it and Doyle turned, leading him up the stairs. Bodie tried to stop then, to take off his boots, but Doyle solemnly shook his head and tugged Bodie's hand, almost pulling him up the stairs. .

Bodie was halfway up them before he remembered Doyle's words of a few weeks ago.

They had spent three weeks apart, on separate assignments when he had returned home, still dressed in the black leather outfit necessary for his undercover work to find Ray wearing nothing but a towel and a smile.

His partner's reaction to his outfit had been incredible - amazing even. In a quiet moment afterwards, Doyle had voiced another fantasy to see Bodie wearing rubber wellies. He had thought Doyle must be joking and hadn't taken him at all seriously. Judging by the hazy, dreamy look in the green eyes now maybe he should have done.

Still wearing the pullover, Bodie was feeling bloody stupid. He didn't feel even a tiny bit aroused, having just spent an hour when he could have been warm and cosy in bed, paddling about in freezing water. He was about to voice his discomfort when Doyle slid his bathrobe from his shoulders before drawing Bodie close, surrounding his cold body with his own warmth.

With gentle fingers and lips Doyle sought to warm his partner up, inside and out. He pulled the jumper up and Bodie tugged it over his head, throwing it onto the chair. He was now wearing only the fishing boots.

Doyle ran his fingers across the pouting mouth, then followed his fingers with his lips. Bodie shivered. Doyle still hadn't uttered a word, his expression speaking for him.

Doyle slid his arms around his partner, drawing him close, pressing their bodies together firmly, but oh so gently. He softly licked Bodie's eyes, kissing them, feeling the fluttering eyelashes tickling his lips. He moved to the parted mouth and gently took possession of it, inviting rather than demanding action. Bodie responded and the kiss became deeper until they had to break apart to gasp for air, only to seek each other out again.

Doyle's hands slid down Bodie's back, a feather light touch which made him arch towards the body pressed firmly against his and firmly kneaded his buttocks, sliding a warm finger into the crevice, seeking the tight bud and gently pushing up and in. Bodie gasped, his head falling back, his eyes shut, and his knees almost failed him.

Then Doyle's touch became supportive, holding Bodie up as he knelt down and softly licked the tip of Bodie's cock. Apart from a small moan and a tightening of his hands in Ray's hair, Bodie made no response.

Doyle ran his tongue round the shining head, tasting Bodie. Closing his eyes with pleasure, he took him into his mouth. Pushed almost beyond his limit, Bodie cried out in agony/ecstasy, feeling the hands running up and down the back of his legs, the thumbs teasing him mercilessly on the upward stroke before sweeping down to stroke his legs where they disappeared into the top of his boots.

Doyle felt the tensing of the body in his arms and sucked harder, taking all of Bodie, drinking deeply as he came, his own body bursting at the same time, taken to his own peak by arousing his lover.

Bodie's knees finally gave out and he half staggered, half fell onto the bed, followed by Ray.

They lay still, breathless, repairing their shattered senses. It was a few minutes before Doyle finally spoke.

"Didn't your mum ever tell you to take your boots off before you go to bed?"

-- THE END --