The Professionals Circuit Archive - All the Time in the World       All
the Time in the World

 

by Doylebaby 

 
 **NOTE:*After receiving beautiful art prints by Jean Kluge, I was
inspired to write a fic about the gorgeous print "World Enough...Time."
The print is a colour picture with Bodie wearing a vest and jeans with a
(semi) naked Doyle in his lap.*

 ******

Whistling, Ray Doyle drove his bike out of the garage into the yard. He'd
had a stroke of luck, running into Jim Cunningham who asked if he still
fancied motorbikes, when Ray said he did, Jim told him he had a shed full
of spare parts in reasonably good condition and Ray was welcome to them.
He'd managed to find some nice pieces that could replace some of the rusty
parts on his own bike, being third owner, it was in need of some new
parts.

 Tools and bike parts scattered through the yard, he was completely
content. Tinkering with his bike was a great way to relax after the hectic
few days he'd had. 

 CI5 had been called in when a dangerous prisoner had escaped in the
middle of London and every available agent, including as many men as
Scotland Yard could spare, was on the look out for Len Winters, a serial
killer with no remorse.

 He was finally caught in a joint effort from CI5 and Scotland Yard and
without any new victims, so Cowley, pleased as punch, had given them two
days leave.

 Wiping his face with his hand he stood and stretched. His orange
overalls, which he kept especially for working on the bike, were too warm.
The weather was really hot for June and sweat was pouring down his back. 

 Getting back inside he took a nice cold lager from the fridge. 

 Toeing off his trainers, he walked to the bedroom while he unbuttoned his
overalls and pulled his arms out. Baring his chest, he pulled the lower
part from his legs and kicked it in the corner. He rummaged in his
wardrobe; he still had a pair of tattered old jeans he could put on
without being afraid of ruining them.

 Unfortunately when he tried them on it seemed as if they belonged to his
bigger brother, he could swim in them! Maybe they were Charlie's; he
thought with a grin, he and his brother always had the same taste in
clothes.

 Throwing the jeans on the bed to dispose of them later, he looked around.
Taking a swig from his cold lager, he then put the can against his
forehead to cool down a little.

 Something else was on the bottom of his wardrobe, when he pulled it out,
it turned out to be a pair of cut off jeans. Putting them on, they fit
like a second skin, barely covering his thighs; he decided they would do
nicely.

 He sauntered back into the yard again, having brought his lager he sat
down on a stool to polish some of the parts.

 After 20 minutes polishing he could do with another lager, just as he was
going back inside he noticed Bodie walking into the courtyard.

 "Hey mate," he shouted "wan' a lager?" At Bodie's nod he picked up two
cans and went back.

 "Hullo, what are you all dressed up for?" he asked Bodie.

 Bodie was wearing his dove grey suit and baby blue tie and he looked
supremely suave and cool.

 "Was going to suggest a night out mate, pull some birds, nice restaurant.
But by the looks of you, my dear Raymond, you're not dressed for it."
Bodie tweaked one of Ray's curls and in the process gathered a smear of
oil that was on Ray's cheek, to show him.

 "Nah, mate, don't fancy dressing up in this weather, I'm perfectly happy
like this." Ray gestured at his bare chest, legs and feet. "You're welcome
to join me though. A bit of tinkering, couple of lagers, get some takeaway
later on."

 "Sounds nice, but 'm hardly dressed for it, or do you have something I
can borrow? " Bodie crooked his eyebrow.

 "What? Oh, yeah on the bed is one of Charlie's old pair of jeans, they
were a bit large for me, but they will do you nicely." 

 When Bodie returned a bit later, Doyle's breath caught in his throat. So
Bodie in suit looked great, Bodie in jeans with only a vest on looked...
He sighed, trying to think dampening thoughts.

 "Oi, cloth ears!" 

 He looked up at Bodie's shout. "What?"

 "I said, do you have an old rag for me too, so I can start polishing?"
Bodie repeated exasperated. "Heat affected your hearing, has it?" he
grinned.

 "Nah, nothing like that, just having some nice thoughts." Ray answered
truthfully, handing Bodie the rag he pulled from his toolbox.

 "Oh yeah, care to tell me about them?" Bodie teased, while he started
polishing.

 "Oh no mate, my imagination will only make you jealous." Ray watched the
muscles in Bodie's back flex, while he polished. Swallowing he returned to
his own job, not wanting to think of all that beauty so near and yet so
far out of his reach.

 "Ray?" Bodie's voice sounded concerned. "Something wrong?"

 "No." He shook his head. "No, I'm fine." But he didn't look up, couldn't
look Bodie in the eyes.

 He heard a scraping noise. Bodie was moving his stool closer to Ray. He
concentrated hard on his polishing, didn't want to look at him, Bodie
sitting there, his broad muscular chest barely covered by the vest, his
strong, creamy white shoulders and arms so close he ached to touch them.

 He was breathing hard, hoping that Bodie hadn't noticed his glances at
him.

 Then he felt a hand on his arm, another hand pulling the rag out of his
hands, he dropped whatever he was working on, he couldn't remember what it
was if his life depended on it.

 "You've got it bad mate, haven't you?" Bodie's voice was husky in his
ears.

 Looking up with confused eyes he noticed Bodie was a bit out of breath.
"Bodie?" 

 He was pulled to his feet and down into Bodie's lap, a large hand cupped
the side of his head, a thumb stroked his temple and then traced his lips.

 "Tell me if I've got it wrong." Bodie mumbled, tracing the same path with
his lips, as he had with his thumb only seconds before.

 Ray shifted in Bodie's lap, sitting astride the taller man's thighs
pushing their groins closer together. He grabbed Bodie's upper arms, then
started caressing the strong neck. Bodie pulled his head down to claim
Ray's lips in a searing hot kiss. Tongues duelling with each other, hands
stroking, hips pushing their erections together in a tantalising rhythm.

 Bodie's hands unzipped Ray's jeans, while Ray stroked the large bulge in
Bodie's own. 

 Bending his head he kissed the satin skin of Bodie's chest, pulling the
vest out of the way, he teased Bodie's nipples with his tongue. Bodie
cupped his buttocks to keep Ray balanced, pulling them even closer
together.

 Bodie found his mouth once more and started ravishing it. 

 Ray revelled in the feeling of the strong masculine body under his hands,
Bodie's strong thighs accommodating his buttocks, strong arms surrounding
him, their male musk mingling with the scent of lavender in the air.

 "Get them off." Bodie growled, pulling at Doyle's jeans, and with a lot
of wriggling they accomplished just that.

 They started thrusting against each other. "Oh Christ." Bodie groaned,
"open the zip, now Ray!"

 Fumbling between them, his own shaft painfully erect, he freed Bodie's
leaking erection from his jeans. Where his own penis was long and slender,
Bodie's was thick, long and just perfect, he noticed.

 Bodie pulled him even closer, lifting Ray's buttocks with his hands, his
shaft sliding under Ray's to the tiny opening behind it. Ray more hanging
on to Bodie, because his feet couldn't touch the ground, pulled his legs
up and put them around Bodie's waist, giving Bodie more room to angle his
shaft. Reaching behind him Ray grabbed hold of Bodie's erection and guided
it into his body. He held his breath while Bodie pushed slowly inside
until he was fully sheathed.

 Then Bodie started to thrust, his strong thigh muscles expanding under
Ray's buttocks, each thrust a burst of power. Ray clung to Bodie, his eyes
closed, he was getting so close, Bodie moved faster, panting. Then as Ray
felt his orgasm building he threw his head backwards and Bodie's mouth
latched on to the pulse point in his throat. 

 He came with a shout, spurting between them, on his own stomach and
Bodie's vest, then he felt a shudder go through Bodie, together with a
deep groan and then Bodie pumped his seed deep inside him.

 They slumped in each other's arms. Ray still with his legs around Bodie's
waist, Bodie still buried inside him. Ray cradled Bodie's head against his
shoulder and whispered "That was wonderful, you're so damned sexy when you
get going."

 Bodie looked up at him, his dark blue eyes, shining brilliantly. "You
aren't so bad yourself, Angelfish, bloody gorgeous when you're coming."

 Doyle wriggled a little and felt Bodie's shaft slip from his body,
sighing, he gently pulled his legs from Bodie's waist, wincing when he
cramped.

 "You think we could do this again sometime?" He asked hesitantly.

 Helping Ray lower his feet to the ground, Bodie let him stand up to turn
around and pulled him back in his lap again. Now he cradled Ray against
his chest and said. "Anytime you like." Pushing sweat heavy curls from
Ray's forehead, he pressed a kiss between the wide green eyes.

 "We've got all the time in world, love."

 -- THE END --

 *June 2005*

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