The Professionals Circuit Archive - Later That Same Night	  Later
That Same Night

 

by ET

  
 *(Sequel to Private Performance by HG) *

Doyle came awake with an annoyingly persistent pressure in his bladder.
The price of all those bottles of wine, he thought ruefully, interminable
trips to the bathroom. Abruptly, he remembered what the last call of
nature had interrupted and gave a low groan of pleasure at the memory. He
might have known that those strong, square hands he usually saw caressing
the butt of a Browning Hi-Power were capable of softer, loving, more
intimate meanderings. 

Lying on his side, facing the edge of the bed, he couldn't see Bodie but
he could feel him, could feel his weight bearing down the mattress behind
him. He eased gently out of bed and turned to look. Bodie lay on his back,
quilt pushed down around his hips, arms akimbo, fingers curled. A warm,
tender wave ran through Doyle, compounded of newly admitted love for this
complex being and sheer amazement that last night had happened at all, and
he turned away before instinct drew him down again to wake his lover. 

Staring into the bathroom mirror as he relieved himself, Doyle searched
for differences. There must be some - he'd never felt like this in his
life before. There was an extra depth to his eyes, a softness, and his
mouth curved in a permanent, happy smile, but that was all. The difference
was inside. A contentment, a peace, and a fluttery, butterfly feeling of
faint excitement lurking beneath it all, an anticipation for more of that
new and thrilling lovemaking. 

Maybe now, after the gentleness, he could convince his rather hesitant
lover that they needn't worry about going too fast, taking too many steps
at once. Love and the ever-present trust were there to lend colour and
pleasure to whatever they attempted. Fingers caressing his stirring flesh,
the reflected eyes grew dreamy and sensual as he remembered his
uninhibited response to that exploring finger. Bodie certainly hadn't
taken the hint - had drawn back and Doyle's huskily whispered promises of
'anything' hadn't been taken up. Okay, then, maybe a not-so-subtle
approach would do the trick. A slow grin widened his mouth and he turned
to delve in the small cabinet behind him. Get Bodie so steamed up he
wouldn't be able to refuse... 

He padded back to the bedroom, over-conscious of the peculiar, slick feel
of soft, scented cream on his skin. Talk about a calculated seduction! He
covered a snigger before it could escape and betray him and slid easily
back into bed. 

Bodie mumbled in his sleep and rolled against the warm body in welcome.
Doyle turned over carefully, presenting his back. There were no protests,
just the weight of a strong arm as it draped itself over him. Doyle waited
for the dozing figure to still again into a deeper sleep, then wriggled
further into the curved body, pressing his buttocks back into softness. He
was rewarded with a low groan and the tiniest of thrusts from those warm,
shielding hips. From out of the softness grew a firmer touch, a gradual
but definite response as Bodie swelled and lifted slowly towards him. 

Doyle lifted one leg slightly and pressed back, feeling the stiffening
organ nestle against him, right where he wanted it most. At that
tantalizing touch, his own semi-tumescence hardened fully and he moaned
under his breath, eyes closing. If Bodie didn't wake soon, he'd have to
take more drastic steps. 

The arm over him tightened suddenly and the hips thrust harder, sending
Bodie's cock sliding along his flesh till it touched his balls, almost
making Doyle squirm in intense but frustrated pleasure. He eased his own
hips forward then back, rocking gently, desperate to feel that silk over
steel inside him, sensing the pleasure it would bring. 

He knew Bodie was awake by the gasp into the back of his neck and reached
a hand back to Bodie's flank to pull him closer, instantly discovering
restraint. 

He was having none of that. "Come *on*, Bodie," he moaned. "I want it.
Give it to me!" And he lifted his leg a little more, writhing in open and
wanton invitation. 

"Ray..." 

"Fuck me, for god's sake!" 

Reason and rationale stolen from him, Bodie moaned and thrust a knee under
Doyle's uplifted thigh, pulling him back onto his hard body. He felt the
tip of his cock penetrate the silky ring of muscle and pushed harder,
unable to stop but feeling regret for the pain Ray was going to experience
in his first, unprepared loving. 

But the sounds coming from Doyle's throat were anything but pain; he was
begging for more and head spinning dizzily, Bodie gave it to him, pressing
into his lover, curving into him, arching their bodies forward and
thrusting slowly. 

Doyle cried out at the sparks of pleasure that shot through him at Bodie's
movements; a sensation such as he'd never experienced, a deep-felt,
unbearable pleasure that made him want to respond, to push back with
force, but he couldn't move. 

Bodie felt his struggles and forced himself to stop, face screwing up with
the effort. 

"Hurting...you?" he gasped, already aware of the answer, and began to draw
back. It'd leave him in knots down there but rather that than bring his
lover pain. "Ray...?" 

"No! Don't go," Doyle pleaded hoarsely and curved an arm and a leg behind
him to hold Bodie in place. "I just...want to...move," he managed. "Let me
up." 

At the urging of the clutching hand on his hip, Bodie rolled with him,
letting him up onto his knees, feeling him brace himself with his hands on
the bed. 

As soon as he was steady, Doyle thrust himself back on the impaling organ,
taking it fully, a long, quiet, pleasured cry leaving his throat. 

Head dropping back, eyes closing, knowing nothing but the hot, tight flesh
around him, Bodie caught the rhythm, moving forcefully, one hand seeking
Ray's own organ and pumping in time. 

Each release of breath was a groan, gathering speed as the pleasure grew
and the incredible stimulation inside and out thrust them even higher,
shooting them out in a blinding sunburst of sensation until they fell, a
million miles, to lie in a panting tangle on the bed. 

At length, Doyle struggled free and turned to hug Bodie closely to him,
offering his open mouth in a joyful kiss. 

"Said I'd do...anything," he whispered breathlessly into sweat-damp,
shuddering skin. "God, I'm so...tired! Gonna ache t'morra." 

"Yeah...in your head as well," Bodie whispered back. "What I wanna know
is, will you be able to stand?" 

"Eh?" Body sinking into languor, brain not far behind, Doyle was confused.
"'Course I will. You worry about me too much... Stand where?" he asked
finally, around a huge yawn. 

"At the sink," Bodie replied meaningfully. 

"You *rat*," Doyle tried to say but sleep pulled him under and a smile was
all that was left. 

-- THE END --

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