The Professionals Circuit Archive - Caught Short Caught Short by Ashlea *A TALE OF INCONVENIENCE* In Bodie's opinion, mornings this early should not be allowed. He heaved a weary sigh and broke into a reluctant jog. Ahead of him down the misty path, bounced the familiar figure of his partner. Bloody little sod! Nobody should be this lively at five o'clock on a Saturday morning, not on a day off -- and not after a night like last night. Bodie grinned despite himself, as he remembered how he and Doyle had spent their first free evening in a month. Beer, and a generous helping of Chinese...no birds, because of the short notice, so they made do with each other, curling up on Doyle's couch in a cosy, familiar way that had sort of developed as they became friends. Doyle had fed him the last of the bean sprouts as they lay on the sofa. Then, just as Bodie was finishing a stray noodle, Doyle whipped it, his mouth descending on Bodie's, his tongue delving between Bodie's lips. Bodie fought back, wrapping his arms round the whipcord body, lest the offender attempt an escape...Where the time went, he couldn't say, but when he next caught sight of his watch, it was a quarter to ten, and as both he and Doyle were already half naked... In the bedroom, Doyle had given him the deluxe treatment, stripping tantalisingly, then peeling the clothes from Bodie with deliberate delicacy. His mouth and hands roamed everywhere. Bodie made a grab for him, but Doyle slipped from his grasp like quicksilver...An alluring glance over one bony shoulder -- Bodie was lost, and followed his other half onto the mattress, and under the duvet, where clever fingers busied themselves anew, giving even more exquisite pleasure...Bodie passed out shortly after Doyle came against his thigh. Ahead now, Doyle was almost indistinguishable, in his grey tracksuit, from the mist smoking under the trees. Bodie lengthened his stride, and cut across the damp grass. Doyle was pacing the path, moving easily, his clothes clinging to every sensuous curve. A bolt of desire shot through Bodie, and he pounced, grabbing at his partner's arm as they converged. "Ray, stop a minute! I want to talk." Doyle smiled, and shook his head. "There's only another half mile to go." A more direct approach was called for. Bodie dragged at his sleeve. "Ray, come on, mate. I've got a hard-on. I want you. Let me touch you." Doyle slowed a little. "Just a quick feel, please?" Doyle stopped. "You look bloody gorgeous, you know that?" The green eyes sparkled wickedly, and Bodie put a hand up to stroke his cheek. "Not here, it's too open," warned Doyle. He jerked his head towards the fringe of trees. "Over there." He took off fast, and Bodie matched him stride for stride. On closer inspection, he saw there was a squat brick building hidden by the shrubbery. At this hour of the morning, it was odds on that nobody would be using the toilets. Leering over his shoulder, Doyle darted inside. The place reeked of urine and vomit -- legacy of late-night revellers -- and was crudely decorated with misspelt graffiti. Bodie didn't care; all he wanted was before him, scantily clad in sweat-soaked cotton. Doyle found a decent cubicle, and beckoned him in. The door banged shut, and a swift flick of the wrist shot the bolt, as Doyle turned and was seized in a bear hug. Bodie dragged the wiry body close, rubbing himself against Doyle's thigh urgently. "Easy -- " Doyle panted. "Undo your top -- " He was already pulling his up, baring his chest. An eager mouth closed over one nipple. Doyle laughed breathlessly, and pushed his pants down. He was as hard as Bodie. He groaned as a hand swept across his belly and began to stroke him. He tugged impatiently at his mate's jacket, and with a sound that was suspiciously like a sob, Bodie unzipped it, and dropped his own trews. He winced as the elastic caught -- he was so close now... "Turn round, Ray -- " Doyle twisted, braced himself against the back wall with difficulty. Bodie pressed along his back, his cock seeking the cleft of Doyle's behind. "If you're going to do me -- " gasped Doyle, pushing upright, " better let me suck you -- get you nice and wet -- " Bodie shoved him into position, too far gone to worry. Doyle leaned there, spread his legs, ready for the sweet assault. Bodie slid his erection between the parted thighs, pasted to the sweat-seamed body. He thrust a couple of times, his breathing ragged. With a groan of pure ecstacy, he came, his seed spurting over Doyle's taut-drawn balls. In desperation, one of Doyle's hands left the wall and went to his own aching shaft. Bodie's fingers locked with his, and together they brought him relief. Unwilling to let go, Bodie grasped his mate's shoulders, and spun him round. He propped Doyle up, and kissed him long and hard. Both of them were panting with the exertion... The sound of the footfall was loud in the aftermath of their loving. They came apart quickly, quelling their breathing with a supreme effort. Bodie was wild-eyed. If they were caught, they could wave a swift and decisive farewell to their jobs. The footsteps approached -- a slow measure, MENACING tread -- 'Now what do we do?' Bodie mouthed at his partner. Doyle dropped onto the seat, and silently patted his lap. Closer, closer... Bodie had visions of Cowley wielding a penknife... A fist pounded on the door. Both agents started guiltily. "What d'you want?" snapped Doyle testily. Frantically, he motioned Bodie to get his feet off the floor. "You all right, sir?" 'Local bobby,' Doyle informed his partner. "Will be in a minute." "May I ask what you're doing out at this hour, sir?" Doyle gave an artistic groan. "I was out jogging -- got caught short -- must be the curry from last night -- " Then, with a gleam of devilment in his eyes, "you didn't see a bogroll out there, did you?" "No, sir, I didn't." Any moment, the policeman was going to check under the door... Bodie's stomach gave a horrendously loud gurgle, and Doyle moaned again. "Oh, God..." The footsteps retreated rather rapidly, and both men held their breath until they heard the squad car pull away. Bodie eased himself thankfully from his precarious perch on Doyle's lap. Silently, they rearranged their clothing. One furtive glance at his companion, and Bodie started to smirk, then he sniggered. Doyle, too, could see the funny side now that the danger was past, and he grinned broadly as he unlocked the door and stepped outside. "Thought we'd had it that time for sure," he laughed. "He may still be hanging round out there," Bodie pointed out. "I'll go check that the coast is clear, and give you a whistle," offered Doyle. "How about going home and doing it in bed properly?" Bodie nodded in agreement. "Ray -- " Bodie caught his sleeve as he made to go. "Next time I have a bright idea like this -- " "Don't worry," Doyle assured, "I'll talk you out of it." He winked. "Somehow!" -- THE END -- *for Annabelle* Archive Home