The Professionals Circuit Archive - Heat of the Night Heat of the Night by Shorts The curtains were pulled back and the window was open, allowing the slightly cooler air to waft inside the room. Doyle leaned with his arms braced on either side of the window, trying to catch what little relief he could from the stifling heat. The temperature for the last few days had reached record highs, with little respite predicted for the days to come. It seemed with the rising of the mercury, so did the tempers of those caught in the heat. Earlier, he and Bodie had sniped at each other over something he couldn't even remember, but the end result had been Bodie peeling out of the garage, leaving Doyle fuming and watching him go. He had tried to call Bodie, but the berk either wasn't answering his phone, or wasn't home. Sighing, Doyle pushed off the window frame and headed for the shower. Cool water was the only escape he could think of to ease the misery of being hot and the emptiness of missing Bodie. He casually stripped, tossing his clothes to the floor as he moved through the flat. The cold cascade of water caused his skin to raise in tiny bumps at the sharp contrast of the warm air. Closing his eyes, he leaned forward into the spray, slowly tilting his head forward to soak his curly hair. The image of Bodie, hard and solid before him danced behind his closed eyes. "Aw, hell, Bodie...," muttered Doyle, wishing his partner was there with him. "Hate feeling bloody miserable." The sound of the shower curtain being tugged open made him jump and he blinked the water droplets from his eyes. "That's why I'm here," grinned Bodie, completely starkers. "Wha...?" Doyle hadn't heard Bodie enter the bathroom, but he must have been there long enough to shed his clothes. "Misery loves company," said Bodie, stepping into the shower. A muffled yelp escaped him as the cold water struck him. "Christ, Doyle! Tryin' to become a human ice cube?" "S'hot," protested Doyle, batting Bodie's hand away from the hot water tap. "Don't know, you're lookin' a bit blue around the gills, Petal," observed Bodie. "Besides, you'll be hotter when you get out of the shower if the water is cold." Doyle knew Bodie was right, but was reluctant to lose the immediate relief of the cold water. "Fine." Reluctantly he adjusted the water, sighing as it warmed up. "Better," said Bodie, shifting to share in the shower. He wrapped his arms around Doyle and looked into the green eyes that could always read his soul. "Sorry about earlier." "Already forgotten," mumbled Doyle, leaning into Bodie's embrace. "Was the heat talkin'." "Still shouldn't have taken it out on you," insisted Bodie. "I wasn't any help," said Doyle. "This heat is enough to drive anyone around the bend." "Well, I have an idea to escape the heat for a little while," said Bodie, placing a kiss on Doyle's temple. Moving closer, he pressed his body against Doyle's, enjoying the closeness. "Thought we were already doing that," said Doyle, tilting his head to capture Bodie's lips in a slow, thorough kiss. A deep groan escaped Bodie as he hugged Doyle tighter. His hands skidded down wet skin until he cupped the firm bottom of his lover. Using his advantage, he braced Doyle against the cool tiles of the shower and firmly pressed their fronts together. Reluctantly, Doyle broke the kiss. "Not in the shower, Bodie. You know that." The one and only time they had attempted to *play* in the shower, they both ended up slipping and falling. It took a glib story between the two of them to explain the stiffness and bruises the next day. "Then I suggest we get out of the shower," said Bodie, resting his forehead on Doyle's shoulder. "Not sure if the Cow would believe we took a tumble while ice skating this time." Reaching blindly behind him, Doyle fumbled with the taps and shut the water off. He pulled back the curtain and started to reach for a flannel to dry off, but Bodie stopped him. "Be cooler to let the air dry us," suggested Bodie. He proceeded to step out of the shower, leaving a small puddle of water on the floor. "'eh, yer puddlin'," protested Doyle, tossing the flannel onto the floor to absorb the worst of the water that ran off them both. "It'll dry," insisted Bodie, half tugging Doyle out of the bathroom, ignoring the flash of green eyes glaring at him. The faint breeze coming from the open window did feel cooler than it had earlier when Doyle had stood in front of it. He paused to catch the slight breeze that momentarily chilled his skin. "C'mon," urged Bodie, leading them to the bedroom. "Don't need you flashin' the neighbors by standing in all your glory in front of an open window." "I don't know, Bodie. Just got cooled off. Not sure if I'm ready to get all hot and sticky again," half teased Doyle. Bodie simply pulled Doyle on into the bedroom, pausing in the doorway for Doyle to take in the small preparations he had made. Doyle noted the fan had been set up to blow directly on the bed, where the covers had been pulled down. A large bowl of wet cloths were on the bedside table. "What's all this?" "I don't intend to be thwarted by the heat from enjoying you, mate," answered Bodie, bouncing on the bed. He wiggled his eyebrows in invitation for Doyle to join him. Arching an eyebrow, Doyle cautiously joined him. "What do you have in mind?" He eased down on the bed, curious about the bowl and cloths. "All you need to do, is lie back and close your eyes, Ray," answered Bodie, grinning. He shifted the bowl to the bed, but kept it out of reach of Doyle. Doyle resisted voicing the questions that immediately surfaced and shifted back on the bed and got comfortable. "Now shut those pretty eyes of yours," instructed Bodie. Satisfied with Doyle's ready acceptance, he turned his attention to the wet cloths. Taking the top one, he gently placed it across Doyle's abdomen. "Damn!" jerked Doyle, as the cold wetness clung to him. "That's cold! You're not plannin' on wrapping me up like some mummy, are you?" "Sshhh," soothed Bodie, placing two more cloths on each of Doyle's legs. "Relax." He took the time to use a smaller cloth to run it over Doyle's exposed arms and feet. Shifting slightly, Doyle settled back down. He sighed as his eyes were covered in the now soothing wetness. When Bodie's hand lightly skated down his cloth covered stomach and gently grasped his lax cock, he gasped. Bodie had coated his hand from the bottle of oil he had cooling in the bowl and proceeded to urge Doyle to hardness. All the while, nipping lightly at the peaking nipples of Doyle's chest. "Nice," sighed Doyle, losing himself in Bodie's capable care. He could feel himself respond to the insistent and talented hands of his lover. Bodie smiled and kissed him. "Roll over." He gave one last stroke to Doyle's cock, practically patting it like a favored pet. Doyle started to protest, but Bodie silenced him and used his hands to urge him to move, removing the now warmed cloths. Once Doyle was again settled on his stomach, Bodie grinned and reached back into the bowl beneath the last remaining cloth. Doyle almost levitated off the bed as Bodie slid a half melted ice cube down his spine from his neck to the small of his back, stopping just shy of sliding between his cheeks. Bodie used his other hand to press Doyle back down and held the melting ice cube in place. The cold water travelled the natural crease of the firm mounds, causing his lover to squirm. "Cold, Bodie," came Doyle's muffled voice. He had buried his face into the soft pillow, unsure whether to welcome the cold relief or shy away from it. "You'll warm up," promised Bodie, following the trail of the ice with his tongue down Doyle's back. He continued to allow the ice to melt against the warm flesh. A shiver shook Doyle as Bodie continued to follow the journey of the melted ice. The dual sensation of hot and cold completely commanded his attention. Bodie set about teasing his fiery lover by lapping at the sensitive pucker that clenched against the tickling, cold water that slowly ran from the melting ice cube. Without warning, he pressed the small sliver of ice that remained inside Doyle's twitching opening. "Bodie!" bucked Doyle, practically scrambling to escape the intense cold that had entered him. He instinctively clenched his cheeks together tightly against the unusual sensation. Gripping Doyle's hips tightly, Bodie pulled him back into place. "Take it easy, mate." He massaged the firm, white mounds, to get Doyle to relax. Doyle allowed himself to be coaxed back onto his stomach. "Warn a fellow next time," he muttered, snagging the pillow and holding it close to his chest. "Okay," chuckled Bodie, another small piece ready. "Here's warning you." He quickly proceeded to insert the tiny, smooth piece of ice past the clenching opening. Doyle shuddered, but didn't try to bolt this time. The sensation sent a strange ache up his belly, but it also caused him to harden further. When Bodie's cool, oiled fingers started to explore and stretch him, he widened his legs to give him easier access. "Okay?" asked Bodie, slowly preparing Doyle to receive him. He could feel the coolness of the soft walls of Doyle's passage and eagerly anticipated sinking into the welcoming opening. "Mmhmm," hummed Doyle, relaxing into Bodie's gentle touch. He unconsciously rocked his hips in time to Bodie's administrations. While he continued to stretch the tight, grasping opening, Bodie snagged another small piece of ice and slipped it inside. He leaned forward and placed soothing kisses across Doyle's back, his fingers feeling the spasming contractions from the unexpected icy intrusion. Eager to have more than Bodie's fingers inside him, Doyle shifted to his hands and knees, presenting himself to be mounted. "Impatient, aren't we?" teased Bodie, removing his questing fingers and quickly oiling himself. He slowly entered Doyle's willing body. Once flush against him, he stopped, enjoying the cool sensation of Doyle's passage. "You feel good," he murmured. Doyle nudged backward against Bodie, thrilling in the girth that filled him completely. He covered Bodie's arms with his hands as Bodie encircled him and hugged him close. Using his strength, Bodie pulled Doyle upward until he was sitting on Bodie's thighs, his cock sinking even further inside the velvet glove that held him tight. "Lean back against me," said Bodie, shifting to support Doyle's weight against his chest. Doyle's breath caught in his throat as his legs were spread wide by Bodie shifting his own bent legs to evenly balance their weight. Bodie retrieved a large ice cube and starting from Doyle's neck, swirled the icy coldness down and around Doyle's torso. He teased with the ice with one hand and caressed and petted the cool flesh with the other. Reaching back, Doyle arched his back, offering himself to Bodie's wishes and desires. "God, Bodie...." He tilted his head to the side, exposing his neck for Bodie to gently bite, as he had a frequent tendency to indulge in when they made love. Burying his face in the crook of Doyle's neck, Bodie nipped sharply at the smooth flesh and grasped Doyle's straining cock with the hand that had held the melting ice. Gasping, Doyle couldn't get the leverage with his widely spread legs to twitch away from the sudden coldness. Bodie's breath quickened as inner muscles clamped down hard on him and he stroked the proud column with his chilled fingers. His range of thrusting was limited and he bucked with short bursts into Doyle. "More," demanded Doyle, squirming under Bodie's expert assault on his body. He tried to meet Bodie's thrusts, but was unable to move much either. Bodie continued to tease them both for a few more minutes, before surrendering to their mutual need for release. Carefully, he lowered Doyle forward, blanketing his back and continuing to keep Doyle's legs spread as far as comfortably possible. Doyle realized he was still limited in his movements without the needed leverage of his legs and clenched the pillow tightly to his chest. Taking his time, Bodie slowly withdrew until only the flared head of his cock remained seated inside Doyle, before he once again slowly pressed back inside. A sigh of pleasure drifted from Doyle as he melted into the smooth, steady rhythm of Bodie's loving. His body still cool from the play of ice and wet cloths tingled from the sensation of Bodie filling him and the steady breeze of the nearby fan. Shifting a little, Bodie finally found the angle to slide over Doyle's prostate. His reward was the clenching and awkward bucking from Doyle as he was effectively pinned in place. Increasing the strength and speed of his thrusts, he strove toward completion. Slipping a hand beneath Doyle he gripped the base of Doyle's leaking cock and squeezed, preventing him from coming. "Bodie!" protested Doyle, fumbling to reach down and ease Bodie's steely grip. He could feel his orgasm building and wanted to revel in coming with Bodie. Determined to continue with his promise of cooling the night's heat, Bodie thwarted Doyle's attempt at release. He strained as his own completion consumed him and he filled his lover. Gasping, he gently pulled free, releasing his hold on Doyle. Blindly he fished in the bowl for ice and backed up as Doyle quickly turned over. "What was that for?" demanded Doyle, curling forward, his body singing for release. His backside still felt Bodie's phantom presence and he moved his hands to complete what had been denied him. Bodie caught Doyle's hands and held them away from their goal. With a devilish grin, he swooped down and engulfed Doyle's weeping cock in his mouth. A gargled shout was all Doyle could muster as the cold cavern of Bodie's mouth surrounded his hot flesh. He would have sworn such a shock of cold would have taken the edge off his desire, but the opposite had proved to be true. Using his tongue and the quickly melting ice in his mouth, Bodie sucked and teased his lover to the brink of orgasm. "Oh, fuck...," gasped Doyle, his hips coming up from the bed. He strained as his climax built to a crescendo. Feeling the tremors that foretold Doyle's climax, Bodie quickly slipped the last remaining sliver of ice between Doyle's cheeks, sliding it home past the stretched opening. Bright lights flashed behind Doyle's closed eyes as he came, body locked in a muscle and tendon aching arch. Bodie continued to lap at the softening flesh as Doyle slowly eased back down on the bed. Nimble fingers caressed his head and he gave one last, lingering lick before turning his attention to the languid, green eyes that gazed at him. "Oh, Bodie...," sighed Doyle, feeling completely drained and satiated from the thorough loving that only Bodie could do to him. That was all the encouragement Bodie needed to crawl up Doyle's body and capture the full lips in a searing kiss. He lowered his weight into the welcoming embrace and melted against his lover, glad the night was ending better than he had thought it would earlier in the garage at headquarters. "That was wonderful," whispered Doyle, holding Bodie close. The heat of the night completely forgotten in the mellow aftermath. "Glad you approve," chuckled Bodie, enjoying the much cooler skin of his lover against his own warm body. The silence was only broken by the hum of the fan blowing across them. They simply enjoyed the closeness of each other. "You do know," said Doyle, "That they're expecting this heat to continue for the next few days. Might prove to be quite overwhelming." "Mmhmm," hummed Bodie, too comfortable to care. "Guess we'll just have to keep each other cool in the heat of the nights to come," chuckled Doyle. "Sounds like a plan to me," agreed Bodie, drifting off toward sleep. "I think tomorrow night, it's your turn to discover the joys of foreplay with the benefits of ice." Doyle reached over and turned off the bedside lamp. ****** The next day, Bodie and Doyle entered the meeting room, a whistle on Bodie's lips. "What are you so damn happy about?" grumped Murphy. A dark shadow beneath his eyes. "It's a lovely day," answered Bodie. "Huh, might be if this heat would allow a fella to get a decent night's sleep," grumped Murphy, eyes narrowing. "Oh, the nights are no sweat," said Doyle, moving to take his seat as Cowley entered the room. He ignored the questioning look on Murphy's face and turned his attention toward his boss as the outline of the next job was laid out. Bodie used his hand to try and muffle the snicker that insisted on escaping. -- THE END -- *Originally published in *Bedroom Eyes 2*, Devious Developments Press, 2003* Archive Home