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25 October 2005 | 22:38
mood: contemplativecontemplative
posted by: probodie in the_safehouse

Title – Reality of Life
Author – Zoë
Format – fic
Genre – slash
Circuit Archive – yes
Hatstand Archive – yes
Proslib – yes
Warnings - none
Summary - Doyle's on the prowl, but will he get what he wants?
Disclaimer – sadly, not mine
A/N – with many thanks to BKF for the beta

His head was sideways on, resting on the rough brick beneath it. One hand, placed in between his shoulder blades, had shoved him up against the wall. The other hand was expertly opening his jeans and shoving them down his tense thighs. A heavy weight pushed him further onto the wall, the abrasive brick rubbing teasingly on his nipples, sending shards of lightening hot pleasure shooting through his body.

This was the harsh reality of life after a tense, nerve-wracking op. One that saw him full of relief at the end of it, yet needing to reaffirm he was still alive, and the reason he was now down this dark, dingy passageway, out of sight of prying eyes. He’d needed to be fucked, and fucked well. The moment he had laid eyes on the man, he’d known he was the one – he was much taller than he was, with broad shoulders, heavy thighs, and long blond hair. No look-alike he, thank God.

He felt a stubby finger at his entrance and opened his legs as wide as his jeans would allow in acceptance. As the finger entered his tight channel, he groaned out, pleasure vying with pain. Feeling the invader leave him, he hissed, “No. No more fingers. Fuck me. Now.”

Feeling the jolt of the bigger man’s cock as it increased further in size, he wriggled his arse back against him. “Now,” he demanded, relaxing his muscles imperceptibly.

Wordlessly the man obliged, shoving his erection into his body with a firm stroke. The pain curled through his body, exploding into sparks of pleasure as the man thrust into him harder and harder, making him grind his own cock and nipples against the harsh, rough brick.

Clenching his fists, he felt the tightening of his own balls as he neared orgasm. Before he could come though, the huge cock was ripped out of him, the weight disappearing with a resounding thump.

Frustrated at being so close to orgasm, yet so far, he turned angrily. Only to find his own partner standing in front of him, in front of his chosen sex partner, who was now moaning in pain and who was lying in a puddle on the floor, blood flowing freely from what appeared to be a broken nose.

His partner was looking dangerous and menacing, dressed in all black with a face as dark as thunder. Remaining silent, shock and sexual tension leaving him strung out and apprehensive, Doyle scarcely dare look his partner in the eye.

A hoarse, deadly whisper cut into the silence with all the force of a bomb. “What the fuck do you think you are doing, Doyle? Look at you. Look at where you are. What if Cowley had found you like this?”

Doyle looked down at himself. Dirty, sleazy, his pants round his thighs and his genitals now limply lying against his thigh, Doyle could only imagine what their boss would say. He swiftly pulled his jeans back up and fastened them, but still his anger rose and he raised his eyes to look at Bodie. “It has nothing to do with you. Fuck off, Bodie. What I do in my own time is my own business, nobody else’s.”

The words had hardly left his mouth before Bodie had shoved him back up against the wall – this time with his back to it – in a mockery of the fuck he’d just been enjoying. Fear crept into his mind like a snake, but furious green eyes didn’t back down. To back down now would be to let Bodie win, and Doyle was adamant his partner wouldn’t win.

Bodie looked at him, a glacial expression on his face. “Nobody else’s business, eh? So when Cowley throws you out of CI5, who the hell do I throw my life in with? Who do I train up? Who do I trust to watch my back? Fucking hell, Doyle, you are so selfish. Only thinking of yourself. I knew you were going to do something stupid like this.”

Doyle felt the moment when the anger dissipated, leaving only shock, dismay, and concern behind it, only seconds before Bodie leant down and kissed him passionately. Doyle’s arm, seemingly of its own violation, curved around the back of Bodie’s neck and held him in place whilst their tongues duelled against one another.

Gasping for breath, the two partners exchanged looks. Shocked huge jade emeralds glanced into almost bottomless dark blue lakes that were now heavy with desire and lust. Doyle’s heart pounded so loudly in his chest he could have sworn Cowley could hear it.

Pulling his partner down for another sensual kiss, Doyle broke it and embraced his partner. With a husky groan into the closest ear, he pleaded, “Fuck me, Bodie. Please.”

He felt a tremor run through Bodie’s body – of what he couldn’t have said – until the dark haired man raised his head and considered the offer. After several long seconds, Bodie responded in the positive. “Yes.” Glancing around the dingy passageway, Bodie turned his attention back to Doyle. “But not here, okay? You might be willing to lose your job for fucking in public, but I respect Cowley – and you - too much.”

Knees weak with relief, Doyle could only nod. Feeling Bodie’s hands straightening up his shirt and ruffling his hair, Doyle staggered out of the filthy place without a second glance at the still sprawled supine male figure. Following his partner down the street, he spotted Bodie’s silver Capri, parked – illegally, of course – on double yellow lines but in shadow.

Bodie opened the passenger door before striding round to the driver’s side and letting himself in. Settling into the seat, Bodie looked at the bedraggled ragamuffin beside him. “I don’t know, Ray. You need a keeper, you do. What the hell am I going to do with you?”

Leaning back in the seat, one booted foot resting on the dashboard showing off the merchandise like any good rent boy would, Doyle looked up underneath his fringe, a grin appearing on his face. “I dunno, Bodie – what would you like to do with me?”

The flirtatious look stopped Bodie from starting up the engine. Taking a good look around and seeing no one present, Bodie placed one hand on the bulging crotch – the other hand resting around Doyle’s shoulders. A brief kiss followed before Bodie spoke huskily.

“Fuck you. Long, hard, fast, slow. Any which way you like, and then some more. Until you can’t walk or talk. How does that sound?” A swift glance down to Doyle’s crotch and Bodie grinned predatorily.

Doyle swallowed as his cock filled and hardened once again. “I do believe that would be acceptable.” As Bodie’s hand caressed his bulge, Doyle continued, a faint plea in his voice, “Shall we go?”

One final pat and Bodie sat back in his seat, satisfied with the night’s takings. He had known all along about Ray’s nocturnal trips, especially after a tense op. More than once, he’d followed Doyle and watched as his partner had picked up some casual man, before being fucked up against a wall. He’d tried to tell himself it was Doyle’s preservation he’d been watching out for, but in reality…in reality, his own fantasies had been well fed.

Until tonight. Tonight, strung out on nerves and adrenaline, Bodie had chanced his arm – and won. Exhilaration raced through his body as he watched his wanton, sexy golly loll casually in the car seat, one hand softly stroking his bulge, very much aware of Bodie’s own observation. The green eyes, as watchful as a cat, hadn’t left Bodie’s profile.

Licking his suddenly dry lips, Bodie heard Doyle moan softly. Turning his head a little, yet still keeping his eyes on the road, he asked, “What’s wrong, Ray?”

Another small moan escaped Doyle’s lips before he could reply. “For God’s sake Bodie,” he said, urgently yet as softly as Bodie had spoken, “aren’t we nearly there yet?”

Bodie didn’t speak, he merely manoevered the car around a corner and into an appropriate car parking spot. He all but jumped out of his side of the car, racing around to Doyle’s side. Yanking open Doyle’s side, Bodie gently but firmly pulled his partner out, slamming the car door shut behind them.

Walking towards Bodie’s flat, Doyle had a thought. “What time is it? I forgot to write my report for Cowley.” Doyle came to a very abrupt halt.

His partner frustratedly groaned. “Fuck Cowley, I want you. Right now. Okay?”

Doyle looked at his brooding partner, standing with his hands on his hips and looking good enough to eat. A frisson of pure, unadulterated lust flooded his body and his knees almost collapsed beneath him, before he recovered enough to growl at Bodie, “Take me, I’m yours.”

It didn’t come as any surprise when Bodie did exactly that.

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Comments {6}


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from: empty_mirrors
date: 25 October 2005 22:40 (UTC)

Ooo, very hot! Nice one.

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from: probodie
date: 26 October 2005 17:50 (UTC)

Thank you so much :-)

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from: madmogs
date: 26 October 2005 07:50 (UTC)

Hot, desperate public sex... Very nice.

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from: probodie
date: 26 October 2005 18:06 (UTC)

Thanks Im pleased you enjoyed it :-)

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from: byslantedlight
date: 26 October 2005 08:12 (UTC)

Gosh. So glad that Bodie came along then! Thank you!

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from: probodie
date: 26 October 2005 18:06 (UTC)

Thanks and you're welcome, glad you liked it :-)

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