The Professionals Circuit Archive - Bodie's Morning	    Bodie's
Morning

 

by Vesta 

 
 *Part 3 of the Revelations series; Parts 1 and 2 are Revelations and
Morning*


 Bodie woke with his usual swiftness, instantly alert even if he didn't
want to move just yet, and stretched lazily, grunting in surprise as back
muscles complained against the movement. What...?

 Oh God.

 He remembered... turning his head carefully, he gazed numbly at the
tousled chestnut curls of his partner, sound asleep beside him. No wonder
his back was sore, he thought ruefully, Ray was a damn sight stronger than
any woman, and their lovemaking had been strenuous to say the least. One
might even say cataclysmic... he shivered at his easy acceptance of the
fairly earth-shattering development in their relationship, wondering idly
if it was a normal response or if he was just temporarily insane. He was
more or less sure that neither of them was gay, because he'd never
considered -- well, not seriously -- doing anything like this before he'd
met Doyle, and he was damn sure *he* hadn't either. And after all, it had
taken nearly four years to finally get to the point where they both
realised there was something pretty special going on between them.

 This was down to Williams, he thought. If the little creep hadn't made it
perfectly obvious that he wanted me, Ray might never have said anything.
Ye Gods, the look on his face when he came into the gym yesterday...
jealousy had nothing in it, he was absolutely furious. And all because he
thought I might fancy Williams back! 

 Not a chance in hell, even if I was that way inclined, he thought with a
smile. Too smarmy by half, that one, wouldn't trust him as far as I could
throw him. Not a patch on Ray... He rolled carefully onto his side,
propping himself up on an elbow to regard his sleeping partner solemnly.
There were marks on the smooth back, marks that Bodie vividly remembered
making during their tumultuous encounter last night. Memory stirred, and
he glanced down at himself, grinning as he saw similar bruises on his
chest and stomach. Once he'd committed himself, Ray had put his heart into
the proceedings, and Bodie had absolutely no complaints about the results.
Nor would Ray, he thought smugly; one very positive thing about making
love to your own gender was that you were far more confident about knowing
what they would really enjoy -- and how to deliver it. And let's face it,
he'd always been confident of his ability to deliver where pleasure was
concerned.

 Ray was sprawled on his stomach, arms buried under the pillow, and Bodie
reached out impulsively to run a possessive hand from his shoulder down to
the level of the sheets bunched at his waist. His background was Irish;
men were permitted and even expected to show emotion, to touch each other
openly in friendship and love, and one of his biggest problems during his
time in the army had been curbing his natural instincts. He'd been
fighting a losing battle to keep his hands off Ray for years, but luckily
his partner had accepted it in like spirit, being a liberally-minded
individual. The fact that their relationship had turned overnight from
platonically intimate to sexual wasn't really going to affect that part of
his behaviour, so no-one should be any the wiser... but it wasn't going to
be easy to keep it as casual. Even now, with Ray lying asleep beside him,
he had an overwhelming urge to get closer, to press himself against the
length of that lean, hard-muscled body. Start sidling over at briefings
and nudging his hips into him, and no-one would possibly believe they
weren't lovers.

 Lovers.

 He shuddered in superstitious unease at the finality of putting the word
onto what had happened between them. It was beyond being simply an
experiment, a giving in to sudden curiosity; they'd known each other too
long for that, there were already emotional ties. The decision had been
mutual, conscious and sober, they both knew exactly what they were doing
-- and before they'd fallen asleep, exhausted and sated, they both
admitted it wasn't going to be the last time.

 "What've we done," he murmured a little sadly, stroking the fine skin at
the base of Ray's spine, smiling fondly at the gooseflesh that lifted
across his back. "What the hell have we done..." 

 "If you're going to start regretting things," came a muffled, sleepy
voice, "this isn't going to be a very good day."

 Ray stretched under his hand, lifting his face out of the pillow to blink
at him owlishly, and Bodie smiled, his heart giving a ridiculous little
skip.

 "Good morning, Goldilocks. Not regretting, just wondering."

 "Hm," grunted Ray. "Short memory, then." He rolled onto his side to face
Bodie, curving his free arm around his neck and drawing him closer. "Let's
see if I can remind you..."

 Bodie's eyes closed irresistibly as their lips touched, and he leaned
into the kiss hungrily. Neither had ever had any complaints from
girlfriends about their proficiency, and the natural competitive streak
they shared made each determined to be the first to reduce the other to
jelly. Bodie's hand, still resting lightly on Ray's back, flattened
against his sacrum and pulled him closer to mould their lower bodies
together intimately. He adjusted his legs automatically to accommodate
both of them, intrigued by the sensations, spreading his hand possessively
on one tight buttock as Ray obligingly settled closer. His ears started to
buzz insistently, a familiar ache starting up at the base of his stomach
as muscles tightened automatically to slow down his inexorable
engorgement, and he grunted quietly with the effort.

 Ray murmured in protest and drew away reluctantly, freeing his mouth long
enough to growl a terse order.

 "Don't fight it, idiot, we don't have to wait for each other to be ready,
remember. Let it happen..."

 And Bodie realised with a thrill of relief that he was right. It didn't
matter if he peaked too soon, he didn't need to sustain an erection; it
was his mouth and hands that would satisfy Ray -- and vice versa. He sank
back into the kiss, drawing Ray down with him as he rolled onto his back,
freeing his other arm to enfold his partner in a bone-crushing hug. The
kiss changed, becoming hotter, more urgent: Ray's hips rolled insistently
into him, one thigh pushing arrogantly between his as his tongue thrust
impossibly deep into his mouth, and Bodie groaned as he fought back his
all-too-sudden climax. *Not yet*, he thought wildly, *not yet, let it last
a bit longer -- God, no wonder women want us to slow down!* -- then gave a
strangled wail as Ray tore free of the kiss and sank strong teeth into his
neck. His thighs clamped around lean hips, holding brutally tight as the
irresistible orgasm lifted him off the bed in rhythmic spasms, and for the
first time in his life the weight of his lover held him down, prolonging
the intense pleasure. *This is why men always want to be on top*, he
realised dazedly, *it's the resistance...!*

 Just when he thought his lungs would explode the spasms in his muscles
stopped, and he subsided abruptly, panting like a hurt dog, groaning as
Ray's hot, wet mouth covered his ear possessively.

 "Oh Jesus, Ray, don't," he whispered raggedly, "One more like that and I
swear I'll die..."

 "No, you won't," purred his partner breathlessly, tongue writhing, and
Bodie groaned as his still-tumescent flesh stirred again to the
stimulation. "You won't die, neither of us could be that lucky --"

 Bodie surged under him, ignoring the gasp of surprise, and flipped him
onto his back to crush him to the bed with his superior weight, grabbing
his wrists firmly to pin his arms above his head. For a second, he had to
use muscle to hold him still -- but then as Ray relaxed submissively and
smiled up into his eyes, he eased off. He was taller, heavier, and more
muscular than his partner, and his hard thigh pushed against Ray's swollen
groin imperiously. He knew -- because Ray had told him, in one of the
drunken soul-baring sessions they'd had over the years -- that Ray had
always been very good at delaying his own orgasm in order to better
satisfy his partners, but now that ability was proving his undoing. Bodie
was fully aroused again, even after the shattering climax Ray had
provoked; the speed of his own recovery was something he'd bragged about
in that same session... and now Ray was the vulnerable one, aching for
release.

 "Bodie," he whispered, squirming restlessly, needing something he
couldn't put a name to. "Bodie... please..."

 Bodie sank every ounce of his weight through his hips, thighs spreading
until he straddled his partner; his fully erect penis nestled alongside
Ray's, sandwiched firmly between stomachs wet with the spill of his
earlier climax, and he almost purred at the sensation.

 "Your turn," he growled, thrusting forward, and Ray gasped as acutely
sensitive flesh reacted to the friction. He groaned as Bodie's movements
quickened, tossing his head from side to side as the thrusts came faster
and harder, and finally froze in delicious agony as one final, near-savage
surge ground their loins together painfully. Now it was Ray's turn to
throw his head back and arch off the bed in ferocious orgasm, straining
against his hold until his strength gave out, and with a hoarse shout, he
collapsed back in a shuddering heap. Only then did Bodie's grip relax, and
he shifted gently against the other's lean body into an incredibly
intimate position that was mutually comfortable, nuzzling fondly at his
neck.

 "Bodie," Ray murmured, drawing free of his now-loose grip to enfold him
in a close embrace. "Oh, God, Bodie."

 "Yeah," was all he could say, kissing the pulse thumping in his partner's
throat. Ray growled contentedly as he eventually found his mouth, and it
was an even bet as to who was in control of the deep, wet kiss that seemed
to go on forever. When they finally broke apart, they stared into each
other's eyes for an age before Ray said huskily,

 "Oi. Bodie. Have you ever come like that before? Inside a woman, I mean?"

 Bodie shook his head slowly, fingers trailing lightly over his face.

 "Never. Not like that. It's... different." He shifted his weight between
Ray's thighs, smiling smugly as he caught his breath. "Not having to worry
about hurting someone... it's easier."

 "Isn't it," was the murmured agreement. "Never found a bird yet who can
pin *me* to the bed," and they grinned at each other in complete
understanding.

 "Best out of three," purred Bodie, reaching down between them to somehow
take them both in hand; Ray growled lazily, tangling one hand in his hair
to draw him into another hot, slippery kiss, and their breathing grew
rough as his near-painful grip coaxed them both erect yet again. *Oh God*,
Bodie thought as Ray's legs clamped around his thighs, *now I'm* really
*going to die...*

 Suddenly, with jarring rudeness, the phone rang, and they jerked apart in
startlement.

 "Cowley." Ray's husky voice was harsh with certainty, and Bodie swore
luridly as he gently untangled himself and rolled over to pick up the
receiver.

 "Bodie," he barked into the handset, his own voice rough with passion.
"Who is it?"

 "Well, it's about time," came his Controller's gravelly drawl. "At least
*you're* where you're supposed to be, three-seven."

 Bodie angled the handset so Ray could hear as well, wisely deciding to
take refuge in offence.

 "Sir, d'you know what time it is?"

 "Time you were up," came the unsympathetic reply, and Bodie couldn't stop
the idiot grin that stretched his mouth. *Oh, I'm up all right...*

 "Bodie. I want you at HQ as fast as you can get here. And have you got
any idea where Doyle would be?"

 "Ah... I think I know where I can get hold of him, sir."

 Ray rolled his eyes helplessly and buried his face in the pillow, his
shoulders shaking with silent laughter.

 "Wonderful." The sarcasm in Cowley's voice was rampant and dripping. "You
know, Bodie, my life would be so much easier if you boys could bring
yourselves to sleep in your own damn beds!"

 "Yessir," agreed Bodie noncommittally, "I'll get onto him right away." 

 Ray lifted his face out of the pillow and looked at him in disbelief, and
Bodie fought back hysterical giggles as he realised exactly what he'd
said.

 "Very good. Soon as you can, Bodie."

 The line went dead, and Bodie hung the phone up carefully before he dared
to look back at Ray. As soon as their eyes met, they both dissolved into
gales of laughter, rolling into each other's arms easily.

 "*Get onto him as soon as you can*. Oh my God," spluttered Ray, eyes
filled with tears, "if he only knew."

 "I can just hear him," Bodie choked out, turning on a thick Scottish
accent. "Doyle! Bodie! Stop messing about this instant, ye've worrrk to
do!"

 Gradually, the fit of hilarity passed, and they lay for a moment in
comfortable silence, still nestled together, noses almost touching.

 "I suppose we have to get moving, then," Ray said reluctantly, and Bodie
grimaced. "The Old Man *did* say immediately if not sooner, didn't he."

 Bodie grunted as a fist dug into his flank.

 "Bodie," Ray growled impatiently.

 "He did," he sighed, planting a quick, firm kiss on the smiling mouth so
close, and then untangled himself with a certain determination, rolling
out of the bed easily and stretching like a big cat. 

 "Christ, my back's killing me," he grumbled, and Ray made soothing noises
-- then spoilt it by saying,

 "Serves you right for being so enthusiastic." 

 Bodie waggled his eyebrows at him, grinning wickedly over his shoulder as
he walked out of the bedroom.

 "Didn't hear any complaints last night."

 "Oh ye gods, the ego... go on, get in the shower, I'll make the coffee.
And don't use all the hot water!"

 Bodie couldn't stop grinning as he stood under the shower with his eyes
shut, just letting the water drum down on his face. He couldn't help it;
he felt like a bloody teenager who'd just got his end away for the first
time. Waking up with Ray beside him had seemed the most natural thing in
the world, and knowing that his partner would still be there when he got
out of the bathroom made him wriggle with pleasure. It was just a damn
pity they had to go to work, was all. A whole day, preferably in bed, to
get comfortable with this new development would have been nice... he
sighed, blowing water noisily, then turned the hot tap off with a
determined twist and finished up with a cold rinse. How many years out of
the damn jungle, and he still didn't feel clean unless his skin was
chilled to goosepimple temperature... He was actually shivering as he
dried off, wrapping one towel around his waist and rubbing his hair
roughly with another as he headed into the kitchen, sniffing
appreciatively. Ray was working at the bench, similarly wrapped, and Bodie
didn't even hesitate; he slid his arms around the slim waist and drew him
close, dropping a kiss on the back of his neck and chuckling as he yelped
in shock.

 "Jesus Christ! -- you're freezing, Bodie, gerroff!"

 "You said not to use all the hot water," he reminded archly, reaching for
one of the steaming mugs on the bench. "Coffee -- ahh, magic."

 "Well, you can magic up the toast while I get warm again," Ray pulled
free impatiently, but his hand slid down Bodie's arm in gentle caress as
he walked off. "And by the way, my shirt's ruined -- have you got one I
can borrow?"

 "Ruined?"

 "Ripped. Buttons gone an' all."

 "I don't remember doing that."

 "Neither do I. Maybe it was me," and he grinned, looking like a cheeky
pixie. "So can I borrow one?"

 "Bound to have something that'll fit you," supposed Bodie, trying to
remember if he had, actually, physically, torn Ray's shirt off last night.
He seemed to have a vague memory of it being the other way around...

 "I'll check," he told the retreating back, loading the toaster before
walking back into the bedroom, mug in hand. He dressed quickly in between
gulps of coffee, shoving hangers aside until finally spying a shirt that
had never fitted him but he hadn't got around to ditching.

 "Found one," he yelled, realising that the water wasn't running any more,
then jumped as a strong, slim hand slid around one hip to settle
suggestively on his crotch. 

 "Made you jump," purred Ray smugly, and Bodie snorted with laughter as he
blew in his ear.

 "Oi! Stoppit! Okay, truce, or we're never going to get out of here. This
one should fit." He tossed the shirt onto the bed and slithered out from
under the compelling hand, slapping Ray's naked backside as he walked out
of the room. "And hurry up, the toast's almost ready."

 "Two shakes," was the promise, and true enough, he'd barely got the toast
spread when Ray sloped back into the kitchen, fully dressed.

 "Where's my gun," he mumbled around a mouthful of toast, and Bodie
pointed to the nearby sofa with his own mouth full, watching as Ray
shrugged into his shoulder holster and settled it into place. He'd already
donned his own; and for a moment, the sheer incongruity of them both
casually munching toast and preparing to go out that door and into a
workday where they might get killed, after spending the night sharing
abandoned sex, left him speechless. It was almost unreal, as if it hadn't
happened at all...

 Ray apparently felt it too; he looked up, his eyes very green and bright,
then slowly came back around to stand facing him, so close that their
thighs pressed together. Among other things, realised Bodie wryly...

 "It's going to be a long day," his partner said softly, resting a hand on
Bodie's hip. "I need a bit more than toast to get through it."

 "Like?" He lifted a hand to stroke damp curls away from Ray's damaged
cheekbone, his fingers like fairy breath on the scar, and half-shivered as
Ray's free hand curved around the back of his neck.

 "Like this," and Bodie's eyes closed helplessly as he was drawn into a
slow, lingering kiss that was almost unbearably tender, his arms closing
possessively around the slender, whipcord body that pressed so strong and
warm against him. As far as he was concerned, the world could end now and
he wouldn't give a damn; Ray was his, at last, after years of denial on
both sides. There would be other women, but there would never be another
man, not for him. Never.

 -- THE END --

 *July 2005*

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