The Professionals Circuit Archive - Cream Puffed Up	    Cream Puffed
Up

 

by Caro Dee 

 
 Bodie shut his eyes against the horrible vision confronting him, but when
he opened them again, nothing had changed. That was still a bowl of
oatmeal and -- Bodie grimaced -- half a grapefruit set out in front of him
where he was used to more substantial fare.

 "Here, what's this?" he demanded of Ray, who was just seating himself
across the table and facing his own disgusting breakfast. Bodie noted
resentfully that Ray's oatmeal was swimming in full fat milk and a
generous helping of sugar, while he was stuck with skim and a sprinkling
of sweetener.

 "Doctor's orders," Ray said firmly. "Best way to lower your cholesterol
is to lose some weight."

 Bodie frowned and sucked in his gut. It made less of a difference than he
would have liked. He eyed Ray sullenly. Gray hair suited him and he was
still as slender as the day they were partnered together. Just wasn't
right. "How come *you're* still so skinny?"

 "Genetics." The old bastard didn't even have the decency to look ashamed
at the injustice. "My da was the same way. All the Doyle men have fast
metabolisms."

 Bloody unfair to be born into the wrong family. Then again, he could
still draw the ladies. If he put in the effort. Well, the more mature ones
at any rate. It had been a while since a younger bird had given him the
eye back.

 "Ray, you don't think I'm fat, do you?"

 At the plaintive tone, Ray looked up from his oatmeal, examining Bodie
with wary concern before breaking into a cheerful leer. "Looks good on
you, it does. Nice and cushy when I'm rolling around on top of you."

 Not nearly reassuring enough to suit Bodie. "You *do* think I'm fat," he
pouted. "Used to be you raved about my looks, my charm, my manly physique.
What a handsome fella I was. You couldn't get enough of me. Guess you've
gone off me, then?"

 Ray set his spoon down. "You forgot 'engagingly modest'," he pointed out.

 "One of my better qualities," Bodie agreed.

 Ray sighed ostentatiously, then stood up, leaned over the table and slid
one warm hand round the back of Bodie's neck. Glaring down at him, Ray
said, "You, mate, have got absolutely nothing to be modest about." Then he
pulled Bodie forward into a hard kiss.

 Oh, much better. Bodie smugly accepted the kiss as his due and decided he
just might concede on the oatmeal. Only to please Ray, of course. The
grapefruit, now, that was getting chucked in the bin as soon as Ray's back
was turned.

 Ray broke off the kiss and smiled, his expression affectionate yet
cynical. "Now eat your grapefruit before I shove it down your gob."

 Damn. 

 -- THE END --

 *September 2005*

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