Two Birds, No Stone, conclusion
Doyle pulled the paper out, turned the typewriter off, and closed the file over Tudmans picture, just as the ambulance attendant had pulled the blanket over Tudman himself yesterday afternoon. Hed been doing fine, all details duly accounted for, until he reached the shoot-out. He didnt think Cowley wanted to hear how the thrill of adrenaline and excitement turned to sour bile as he realized how close Bodie had come to death, Tudmans body a stand-in for the almost unthinkable possibility that Bodie could fall.
He heard Cowley yelling at Betty, "Wheres Doyle with that file?" Doyle looked at his watch1:45and at the scant page and a half of his final report. He opened the file again, impatient with his own vacillating. The facts were quickly checked, after referring to Bodies notes as much as his own, and he bundled the pages back in the folder, tucking their notes in the back. He frowned at his typos, but Cowley would probably make one of the office girls clean it up if it really was going up to the Minister.
Closing that file only unveiled the Wallace file waiting below. Between remembering yesterdays shooting, last nights whatever-it-was and the Wallace debacleit was one-too-many example of how little good he did in his personal pursuit of truth and justice. Bodie would tell him to chuck it all in and get a beer. He glanced at his watch again, grabbed the Connolly file for Cowley and his jacket. There were times Bodie was right.
Neither Betty nor Cowley was in sight when he went to hand over the files. He dropped them on Bettys chair, and, unable to think of anything else to do, slowly headed over to the Red Hare, dragging his feet. Hed have to tell Bodie somethingif only to shut him upbut what? He wasnt about to describe what had happened just for Bodie to turn it into a sniggering joke, to be passed on to Murphy or Lucas during a boring stakeout.
He didnt know why he was so brassed off at Bodie. He would never have met the girls except for Bodie, would have stayed home feeling sorry for himself instead. Bodie had seemed to know what he needed. Hed never told Bodie how he felt about killing people either, but Bodie seemed to know that, too. He shook his head, trying to shake some sense into himself: it was too easy to get angry at Bodie these days, to make every thing Bodies fault--and then too easy to forgive him, even his worst offenses. It wasnt that he had trouble making up his mind, he just had trouble keeping it made up.
The pub was crowded, the usual lunch-time crowd mixing uneasily with the loud bunch of hard men taking over the center tables. "God, it looks like a grade four callout," he muttered crankily.
"Hey Doyle," Lucas clapped his shoulder. "Bit of all right last night, I heard"
Doyle didnt bother wasting his ire on Lucas, just grunted as he pushed him out of his way and continued towards his intended victim.
Damn you, Bodie, I knew it, Doyle thought. Everything is a dirty joke to you. Bodie had the grace to look wary as Doyle pushed his way over.
He growled, "Bo-dee..." and waited.
Murphy put a pint in his hand, deflecting him. "Thanks, Murph." He shouldered between them, bumping Bodie a little too hard to make space.
Bodie pushed back, "Hey, watch the elbow, mate," but Doyle ignored him, turning to Murphy. "You eaten?"
Bodies RT beeped, and Doyle automatically leaned over to cover him talking into it.
Doyle rolled his eyes. Hed left his R/T in his desk. Resigned, he said, "Right here, sir," as Bodie aimed the RT at his mouth.
"Doyle, have you finished your write-up of yesterdays shooting?"
"Yes, its on Bettys desk. But Bodie hasnt reviewed it."
"Never mind that. Both of you. Now."
Bodie pulled the R/T back, said, "running all the way," and turned it off in case Cowley had pithy observations to make regarding Bodies lack of contribution to the file.
Perfect, Doyle thought. Not enough sleep, not enough caffeine and now no food, either. Just perfect.
Betty waved them by without a word. Cowley was up and pacing; both his limp and his Scotch bottle in evidence.
"Its the Hessman situation." Hessman? Doyle raised an inquiring eyebrow at Bodie. Sure, they were supposed to keep informed on all the major cases, but in case Cowley hadnt noticed, theyd been a little busy themselves the last week. "Lewis and Biggs are both ill. Dr. Handel thinks it is simple food poisoning, but there is a chance that theyre on to us." Cowley tapped on a file in front of him on the desk. "We still have every reason to think that they have something planned for the Israeli Ambassadors speech next Friday."
Doyle relaxed, finally dredging up a few details. Lewis and Biggs, sometimes Allison, had been watching a group of college dropouts, mostly middle-class champagne anarchists, but backed with a couple of real thugs. Not a cakewalk by any means, but nothing like the Tudman mess. "Doyle, you head over now, and provide backup for Mason and Malone; theyll stay there until Bodie shows up. And stay in close contact until we find out what happened to Lewis and Biggs. Ill try and get another team over there before midnight."
Doyles heart sunk. Sharing ten-hour watches in what was probably a two-room flat, just when the whole of London didnt seem big enough for both him and Bodie. Before he could think of an objection, Bodie leapt in. "With your permission, sir, Doyles on stand down: fatal shooting yesterday..." Doyle, as always, stayed out of the way when Bodie was trying to sweet-talk Cowley.
"Thats just a recommendation, not a requirement."
"But a good recommendation, sir." Bodie leaned in towards Cowley. "A killing takes a lot out of a man."
Doyle felt some of his anger toward Bodie fade. Bodie must have known how he was dreading the two of them alone on an obbo.
"Hes gone directly on the streets again after shootings in the past, and this should only be a watching brief."
"Bodie, are you saying that Doyle isnt up to the assignment?"
"No, sir," Bodie kept trying, "but"
Bodie protecting him even from Bodie himself; Bodie helping him pick up women whether he wanted it or not. Bodie wanting him...
With all of the considerable sarcasm at his command, he broke in on Bodie and Cowleys conversation. "I think Doyle will be all right on this assignment."
"Yeah, Doyle can..." Bodie ground to a halt, abashed. He looked from Cowley to Doyle.
Cowley looked up as well, giving nothing away. "Oh, sit down, both of you." Cowley gave them both a rather considering look, then walked out into Bettys office and shut the door on them. Doyle ignored the look he knew Bodie was sending his way.
"Youre not still angry, Ray. This is just like youyou go home with two beautiful birds, leaving me high and dry, and yet somehow Im the bad man."
He ignored Bodies whole, Cmon, share the joke with me tone, nursing his grievances. "Oh yeah, as if you really went home alone." He stubbornly stared out Cowleys window at the afternoons dark clouds.
"Didnt I? Would you be less upset if you thought I did?"
"No!" he said indignantly. "Its nothing to me what you do, just dont try and set me up. I dont need the help."
"What help? You pulled those two last night all by yourself. No one made you ask them both home."
"It was a joke." Finally he looked over at Bodie. "But you already knew what was going to happen, didnt you."
Bodie looked away. "Yeah, Torrie told me at the wine bar."
"Damn you! You"
Cowley walked back in, cutting him off mid-tirade. "Ill have Turner and Sims cover the stakeout."
A reprieve, however short. Doyle was grudgingly grateful for Bodies wheedling.
"Doyle. Make sure you brief Lucas and McCabe, and they can tie up the loose ends on the Connolly case. Theyve just had time off." Testily, he continued. "Take the weekend, but I want to see you first thing Monday morning."
Bodie caught his attention and winked the eye Cowley couldnt see.
Cowley turned to Bodie. "Review the file before you leave and remember where its going. Retype it if necessary." Doyle was too grumpy to snicker at Bodies pout. Cowley didnt look particularly charmed either. "Out of here, both of you." Doyle was only too happy to comply.
He ignored Turner and Sims waiting in Bettys office as he retrieved the file, feeling awkward as Bodie trailed behind him. God he was tired of feeling awkward around Bodie. Conscious of his audience, he just said, "You might need to flesh it out a bit; its a little sketchy." He couldnt wait to leave, the prospect of a quiet weekend bright before him. He shoved the files at Bodie, muttered, "See you," and headed out quickly, determined that if he didnt see Lucas and McCabe on his way out, Bodie could do the briefing.
Bodie took the file and watched Doyle walk away. It was a good view, but a little too familiar recently, Doyle walking away from him. He made his way to their miserable excuse for an office, threw the file down unseeingly, and reflected on when the partnership had started to unravelhis one attempt to seduce Doyle.
It had been nearly by accident. Of course, hed been thinking about it, but then he thought about having sex with almost everybody and Doyle was twice as attractive to him as anyone else he could name. But it hadnt started with sunshine and daisies. That day had been hell, much like yesterday had been. Bodie forgot the exact details, after a while all the bad days blended into one in his mind, but he vividly remembered one thinghis utter certainty that Doyle would have died if he hadnt pumped an entire magazine of bullets into the guy they had been chasing through various East End alleys.
Doyle had slipped and was on one knee in a puddle as Bodie came round the corner, only a few steps behind. He saw the gun pointed at Doyles head and, shouting incoherently, fired everything he had left. The suspect got off one shot nowhere near either of them, but Bodie could still close his eyes and see Doyle in the puddle, staring at him with an inscrutable look. So close to death, and yet so far from it once the immediate threat had been perforated. It hadnt been one of their better days.
He didnt know if the memory of the day was worth the memory of the evening. Sometimes, at just the right moment on a rainy day, he would remember Doyle on his knee in that alley and all the feelings that followed. The terror, the unthinkable possibility he could have been two steps too far behind and Doyle would breathe no more. He remembered that evening with just as much clarity. As if he could ever forget. Ecstasy. Confusion. Heart-stopping fear. He cherished this memory, bittersweet as it was. In his current melancholy mood he ran through the evening again.
After his bath, Bodie made himself comfortable on his settee, wrapped in a warm dressing gown. His hot tea was liberally spiked with something as soothing to his mind as the bath was to his body. He had put every Stones album he owned on the spindle, and after he turned them over and listened to the other sides, he intended to watch some mindless comedy on television. The evening thus planned to his satisfaction, he was mildly annoyed when his door buzzer signaled. Tired and comfortable, he contemplated ignoring it, but decided to see who it was. Could be Cowley, after all.
It wasnt Cowley, it was Doyle. Hed brought two bottles of better-than-his-usual wine and take-away curry. They sat on the floor of Bodies flat, contentedly eating naan and curry and getting more and more relaxed. They had talked about something, but Bodies memory hadnt held onto those details. He only remembered the comfort and naturalness of sitting there with Doyle. A state of affairs hed taken for granted back then.
"Cowleys let us off tomorrow," Doyle said, tipsily clinking Bodies glass with his own.
"Its not as though we dont deserve it." Bodie returned the toast pensively.
Doyle reached out and touched Bodies forehead gently. "Yeah." Doyles fingers lingered on Bodies skin and then Bodie reached for Doyles hand, clasping it gently. He distinctly remembered Doyle reaching out first. Without Doyles action, Bodie was certain he would never have ventured further. But in the warm relaxation of good food, good alcohol and good friendship he had quietly said, "Im glad youre here."
"Well," Doyle had replied and Bodie clearly remembered the near blush on Doyles cheeks, "I knew youd be hungry and you never have any good food in this dump." He laughed, sounding almost nervous to Bodies ears. "Cant have you fainting from malnutrition, can I?"
Then Bodie stopped wishing and started acting. He turned Doyles hand over and lightly placed his lips on the center of Doyles palm. Doyle tossed his head back, breathing out a deep sigh.
He wasnt certain that Doyle had spoken, but he could still hear that breathless gasp as though Doyle were standing beside him.
Bodie gently continued kissing Doyles hand, touching his lips to Doyles wrist and gently licking the center. Sensing Doyles acquiescence, he risked a glance up at Doyles face, stunned to see it flushed with desire. Bodie sighed, and reached his palm up to Doyles face, cradling it as he moved ever so slowly toward Doyles lips. He wanted to savor every moment of this tenderness, hoping to convey his feelings to Doyle without having to express them in words. His own head spinning, he leaned carefully toward Doyles mouth. His eyes lost their focus as he came near Doyles head, so he closed his eyes, and with his nostrils filled with Doyles scent, he tasted his first sweet taste of Doyles mouth.
The thrill of "Im kissing Ray" was followed by the recognition of "Im being kissed back by Ray." Bodie's drunken thought was he might burst from excitement and happiness and feelings unnamed and unexamined. Afraid to break the kiss, Bodie shifted his weight and moved his other hand up to Doyles throat, gently caressing his jaw and neck, savoring the difference between the stubble of his jaw and the softness of the skin behind Doyles ear. How thin his earlobe had felt, how thin and how soft, yet a different kind of softness than Doyles hair, which was lightly brushing Bodies knuckles. All of these sensations competed with the sheer bliss of their continuing kiss. Even as he realized that they must stop kissing to explore other, equally interesting options, Bodie wanted this moment to last forever. Briefly, Doyle was his, all he had ever dreamed of and wanted.
As the kiss ended, reluctantly it seemed on both their parts, Doyle had started to speak. "Bodie"
Bodie shook his head and reached for Doyle again. If Doyle was allowed to start analyzing what was happening, then nothing would happen. He knew better than to give Doyle any sense of the upper hand. Doyle leaned into the renewed kiss and Bodie felt the warmth of Doyles chest against his. Maybe he was imagining it in hindsight, but he swore he had felt Doyles heart beating against his chest, a syncopated counterpoint to his own pounding heartbeat.
Surrounded by dirty plates, empty wine bottles, and Doyles discarded shoes, Bodie realized that his ability to move was severely hampered. As he pulled back from kissing Doyles full lips, he allowed himself a moment of contentment, with his eyes closed, savoring the final moment of silent tenderness between them. Then, opening his eyes, he said quietly, and deliberately, staring directly into Doyles bright eyes, "Come to bed with me, Ray, please."
And the spell was broken.
Bodies memory relentlessly played the rest of the evening out. Doyles quick intake of breath, pulling back from Bodies body space so that he felt cold all over, not just where Doyle had been touching him. Doyle running his left hand fretfully and repeatedly through his hair as he shook his head.
"No, Bodie," he glanced up briefly before returning to his contemplation of the carpet, "I mean, Im not, and well, neither are you and so we just, you know, arent"
"Oh, Doyle, give over, you know you were enjoying it!" Bodie now wondered whether if hed been less frustrated, if hed tried for understanding, whether Doyle would have given in to him.
"No, Bodie, no, Ive been this way before. Not this way exactly and, well, no, I just cant." He shook his head continually, and grabbed for his left shoe, tugging it on hurriedly.
Their partnership was balanced there between them. Bodie knew it would take just a gentle push, but he couldnt be sure which way it would go. He couldnt imagine terminating the partnership, not now, not with so much to sort out in his own mind. And he couldnt risk losing Doyle after he had come so close earlier. He shook himself. "Okay, Doyle, relax. It was just a little snogging between friends." He stood, his erection fading, his hands open and extended, trying to look as harmless as possible. Trying to control the slight shaking of his hands. "Not all that uncommon. Dont do anything rash." Even his memory made him sound desperate.
"Right, just a bit of snogging..." Doyles voice had hardened, as if firmness could keep his reactions at bay. Bodie watched him reach for his jacket, still one shoe off, one shoe on. Even more resolutely, Doyle changed direction, "No way, Bodie" he shook his head fiercely, and continued standing up and looking around for his other shoe "thats not going to happen again." He sat back down to put his shoe on, but jumped back up before hed even laced it and pulled on his jacket, as he walked to the door. "Ill see you day after tomorrow, pick me up, okay?" and then the door of Bodies flat slammed closed behind him.
Bodie had spent the rest of the night drinking, and the next day in bed, in between headache remedies and attempts to sleep, he told himself very sternly he would never bring it up again.
Good intentions, however, were all lost by the next long stakeout.
"Doyle, you know, Ive been thinking."
"Should I call the Guinness book?" Doyle didnt take his eyes away from the binoculars.
"Ha bloody ha. No, about the other night." Bodie waited for some response and even though he could feel Doyles emotional barriers go up, he knew hed go on.
"What other night, you mean with my Sandy and your Shelley?" Two women, lots of fun and no commitment. Bodie had been trying to get a date with Sandy ever since to get the details of what he hadnt been able to watch.
"No, I mean with you and me." Bodie took a deep breath and in that brief second, Doyle interrupted.
"I dont see how you could"
"How I could what?" Bodie turned to face Doyles profile.
Doyle gave him an angry, sideways glance and snorted. "As if I would let you stick " he paused before letting out an angry sigh. "Theres no way for there to be equality between us."
"Oh." Bodie responded non-commitally, hoping Doyle would continue without Bodie pushing him.
"But thats not the point, either. Its disgusting, Bodie, it makes the other," here he paused and chose this word with care, "partnership between us seem tainted. Dont ever mention it again, Bodie. It wont work."
Bodie had dropped it then, but sometimes, without even meaning to, he would mention how wonderful Doyle looked. Or without thinking, hed make casual references to couples of the same sex in jokes, or when referring to a movie or out of thoughtless general lewdness. Each time Bodie felt innocent in bringing it up, but each time Doyle became angrier. Bodie knew he was driving Doyle away but he couldnt seem to help himself.
He sighed and closed off his sadness and opened the file.
Doyle stared out his window through the growing shadows. He couldnt see the storm clouds gathering, but he knew they were out there in the gloomy London dusk. He couldnt see Bodie either, but he knew Bodie would show up soon. As inevitable as death and taxes, Bodie was. He thought about going out, avoiding him, even leaving London for the weekend, but Bodie would eventually catch him up, and worse, Bodie would know he was running away. On the other hand, it might be worth Bodie laughing at him to be safely out of his way for a few days.
Safe? Bodie? Not a possible combination, and what good would it do anyway? Bodie couldnt be escaped. Doyle walked the circuit of his flat, checking the security absently. Bodie was the irresistible force, determined to erode his defenses. Even with all that happened last night, Bodie had always been on his mind. He might as well have been there with them.
It had felt so good at the time, but the memory was searing now. He tried not to picture himself lying flat, passive under them. Ellie straddled his legs, her mouth warm and tight on his cock, and Torrie, kneeling over his head, leaned over him, her breasts brushing his curls, her legs holding his arms over his head. He remembered pushing upward against his living restraint despite his promise not tonot quite desperate, but close to it, trying to press his cock further up into Ellies throat, determined, wanting to come. And wondering if Bodie made them promise to tease him to death.
"No, no, the fruits sweeter when you have to work for it, Ray." Torrie spoke into his mouth, still reversed over him, her mouth upside down, kissing him lightly now. Her knees still pinning Doyles arms above him, she reached out with a hand and touched Ellie. Doyle almost whimpered into Torries mouth as Ellie suddenly stopped, abruptly pulling her mouth off his now almost-aching cock. He felt the futon creak, but Ellie came right back, kneeling between his legs now instead of straddling them.
"Give me some room," she prompted as she pushed lightly at his inner thighs.
Torrie crawled down the futon a bit, freeing his arms, feeding him her breasts one at a time, her own lips nibbling their way down to his nipples. "Nipple sixty-nine we call this," she giggled, and nipped a little. It felt good, but distracting; he wanted to concentrate on what Ellie was doing. He couldnt see her, but each square inch of flesh between his legs was busy tracking her every move. He gasped in surprise when she put a cool slick hand on his cock, and sighed as she started to move it up and down, very slowly. It felt goodno, greatbut he was sad nevertheless. In his experience, women hated the taste of lube, so once theyd put it on his cock, they werent likely to go down on him again. Still, it felt incredible; he wasnt complaining, even to himself. He almost laughed, thinking of telling Bodie, "And I didnt even complain!" He put one hand up to steady the breast he was sucking, and ran his other hand softly up and down Torries back, holding her close.
Ellie nudged his legs further apart and he gave her a few more inches of room, hooking one leg over the side of the mattress. He thought, not for the first time, that Macklin would be proud of the uses Bodie and he made of their physical fitness and flexibility. Ellie gradually had sped up her slow root-to-tip strokes, but her hand was still very tight on him, her movements deliberate and incredibly rousing. He felt her other hand, vaguely, as she played with his balls and lightly rubbed the area below them. Torrie changed sides, replacing one breast in his mouth with the other, and he went to work with a will, still feeling that he didnt have enough receptors in his brain to keep track of all the different stimulation, when, my God, he nearly bit Torries nipple.
Ellie had simultaneously deep-throated his dick, and thrust a finger inches up his arse. "Jesus."
"You okay?" Torrie didnt sound serious, and Ellie didnt even stop sucking, just looked up and smiled with her eyes. She didnt stop moving her finger within him either. He didnt even know if he liked it or not. All he could think was "wow." Did Bodie know what this was like? Is this what hed wanted?
Before he could decide whether he wanted to say 'stop' or 'more', Torrie moved down further on the mattress, licking her way down his chest to Ellie, and not coincidentally, straddling his face with her hips. He grabbed her thighs to guide her clit to his mouth, suddenly thirsty to taste her, to participate more than hed been doing. He felt more than heard her and Ellie talking, and lifted his head the little bit he needed to look down at Ellie. She was pushing his legs back together and straddling his hips. The women were facing each other, and Torrie drew Ellie to her and kissed her deeply, the two of them making a triangle above his body. Lighter skin against darker, small breasts against full ones; they were beautiful together, and he suddenly wished Bodie could see them like that.
He rose up gently, reminding them of his presence. In all the changing around, his urgency had faded slightly, but he was still rock hard. He felt Ellie take his cock in hand again. Despite the warm scent of Torries wetness, he was too distracted to do much more than nuzzle her thighs and breathe in her essence.
He was losing track again, who was doing what to whomhe reached up to touch Ellies breast, and Torrie was leaning so close to her that he was touching them both at once. He felt Ellie rise up, Torrie steadying her, and oh, God, suddenly she mounted him, sinking root-deep on his cock.
He grabbed Torries hips, pulling her down onto his mouth, burying himself in her wet folds until he had to pull away to breathe, panting harshly, feeling himself pulsing, holding himself back, trying not to come.
As suddenly as shed enveloped him, Ellie pulled back completely off his cock. He whimpered again, muffled by Torries body. Though hed have sworn it was impossible, the coolness of room air hitting Ellies juices on him made his cock even more sensitive. He felt Ellie rise up again and braced himself, wanting to come, but not wanting to shoot as soon as she mounted him.
This time it was much slower, and seemed much tighter. Oh my God, he realized. Shes, its... He realized he was babbling to himself. Hed never had a woman this way, and had never wanted to. Every time it had been offered, it had caused a sick, roiling sensation in his gut. And the thought of him and Bodie doing ithe tried to pull out, pressing his arse deeper into the futon, trying to sort out the sensations away from the building revulsion.
God, it was tight.
And hot, and incredible, realizing what she had done. Where his cock was. Mindlessly, he wanted to thrust, to seat his whole cock in her, but she held down his hips, completely controlling the penetration. Damn, he wanted... he wanted... He flashed briefly on his terrified conversation with Bodie and realized hed had no idea what hed been talking about.
Torrie was filling his view so he could barely see, his ears were squeezed by Torries legs, his hands moved ceaselessly on the bodies on top of him, frequently unsure of who he was touching, someones hands on his nipples, pinching, pulling, rubbing his chest. His attention was split too many ways. He was on overload, trembling, thrusting up into Ellie, almost heedless of the fragility of the channel, while frantically licking, plundering Torrie with his lips, all but biting, following her as she rocked and swayed above him. He grabbed Ellies round cheeks, pulling them down on himself, unable to speak, thinking, Im in there: planted in that arse. He could barely breathe. Oh my God, he thought, oh my God, and came.
In the moment or two before he could pay attention again, Torrie laughed, moved off his mouth and bent down to give him a big sloppy kiss. He knew he was grinning stupidly back at her. She kissed him again, turned and kissed Ellie, then lay down with her head on his lower stomach. His breath caught, hard, as he realized she was licking Ellies clit as Ellie rocked slowly on his still hard cock. He wiped off his mouth with his arm and stared at them, rapt, enjoying the mix of his slow pulsing and Ellies increasingly erratic movements. The girls looked... perfect together. Despite the fact he was fucking one of them, and the other was wrapped around him, he suddenly felt superfluous, an outsider. Would Bodie have felt left out?
Before he could think further about anything, he felt Ellie become impossibly tighter on his cock, and raised his arms to support her as she came, calling out incoherently, slowly collapsing and pinning Torrie between them. The echoes of his orgasm pulsed through his body as he stroked Ellies short hair with one hand and held Torries hand with the other.
With regained breath came a sense of responsibility. He drew Ellie up on one side of him and pointed a brow at Torrie still slumped, resting on his chest, arms now wrapped around them both.
"No, shes fine." At his continued puzzled look, she laughed, and went all Cockney, "Comes like a laid-ee, she does, all quiet so you caint tell" back to her normal voice "she probably came while you were nibbling at her."
"Twice, but whos counting," Torrie mumbled quietly. "That was lovely." She slowly pulled herself up, crawling over Doyle to coil around Ellie, encouraging him to curl up behind them both. The bed moved as they fumbled around getting comfortable, murmuring quietly, arranging the sheet as a light cover and then he gradually felt Ellie relax, falling into sleep against him.
He was abruptly, against all expectation, wide awake. What had he done? Things he would, just yesterday, have said were disgusting. Doyle thought of Bodie again, of how Bodie would have reacted to this evening, these women, this kind of sex. Damn, what was Bodie doing intruding even when he was on the other side of London from him? Even in Doyles mind, Bodie didnt know his place. And Doyle knew that in his place Bodie would have enjoyed himself more. And worse, he didnt have a clue why, but he felt like hed betrayed his partner. That hed taken something from Bodie, or given something to someone else that belonged to Bodie alone. He remembered Bodies face as hed driven away from them outside the club, and finally made sense of the expression.
A honk from the street below brought Doyle out of his brown study. He was tired of saying no. Of seeing Bodie all hopeful and sad next to him. Of wanting Bodie for everything but that. This whole thing was unnatural and unbelievable from the very beginning. Bodie, miserable in love? Whod have thought it possible?
All of his excuses were gone. He was already so close to Bodie, he couldnt claim he needed to keep his distance. What distance? Bodie was his other half. He thought of Lucas and McCabe, and wondered how other partners managed it. It wasnt exactly something that got talked about in the rest room between assignments, except in sick jokes, and sniggering innuendo. Sometimes it felt like Cowley had done the whole "In sickness and in health" over them. They didnt have to be so close...but they did. They were.
When the buzzer signaled, he flipped the switch without even checking, and opened the door to watch Bodie climb the stairs. He angrily noted the six-pack under Bodies arm. A leg-opener, Bodie? he thought, tempted to leave the bastard in the hall. He remembered Bodie talking at dessert last night with Torrie and Ellie about his life before CI5. Bodie never talked about himself that way, least of all with Doyle. Why would he want to spend an evening with a lecherous bastard of a partner who only wanted to fuck him and never gave anything of himself away, except to strangers? Why was Bodie such a puzzle? Did he do it on purpose? Doyle ruthlessly pushed the image of Bodie watching him leave with Torrie and Ellie away and nursed his anger. Who was Bodie to take him for granted?
He let him in anyway, barely looking at him, and only grunting in response to Bodies greeting.
Bodie looked at him warily. "How were Lucas and McCabe?"
"Assumed youd talked to them. Youve talked to everyone else."
"Get over yourself. Youd think I gossiped about your wife or something."
Doyle dropped his head in his hands, mentally counting to ten. Great. Bodie hadnt even taken his jacket off, and they were back at it.
Well, Bodie thought as he parked his car in front of Doyles flat, Doyle should be over his temper fit of the afternoon and either have completely forgotten it or been wallowing in a good bit of guilt for closing him out of all the fun. Bodie, having noticed Doyles silhouette at the window and, proud of himself for thinking through all the possibilities and thinking of food, honked as he got out of the car. He balanced the beer and curryhe wasnt as good as Doyle at choosing wine and had opted for the easier beverage insteadand slammed the car door and headed for the flat. He felt guardedly happy; good food, a weekend off together, and maybe a chance to finally get things back on keel with Doyle. Feeling the master of all he surveyed, he rang Doyles buzzer. As Doyle let him in, he thought of his phone call to Torrie. She had been more than willing to spar with him next week (provided he wasnt working). Hed get her side of the story then. He saw Doyle open the door, scowling, and put away all thoughts of later pleasures as he tried to gauge Doyles current mood. From his first words, clearly not amiable.
As he eyed Doyle at the door, Bodie knew a moment of complete irritation that Doyle wasnt over his bad mood. He sighed dramatically. "Get over yourself," he said as he pushed past Doyle into the flat. "Youd think I gossiped about your wife or something." The best defense is a good offense. Bodie opted to be strongly offensive. "You had a night of kink with a couple of bad girls. What else dyou think gossip was invented for?"
He walked into the kitchen, dropped his holdall and the six-pack on the table and set the bag of food on the counter. Doyle followed him; Bodie could feel Doyles eyes boring holes into his back.
"I brought some food and beer, Doyle. You hungry?" Bodie glanced warily sideways at Doyle who was clearly bristling for a fight. What is it now? he thought. Still pissed off from Cowleys office? From the pub? From when the doctor spanked his arse? Good thing Doyles tantrums were generally short-lived. "You want a beer?" he asked, as Doyle slumped against the counter.
"Sure, fine, whatever." Doyle didnt stop glaring at Bodie.
Bodie shook his head, fighting his own anger. He handed Doyle a beer and said, "Come on, out with it. Itll make you feel better if you tell me whats on your little mind." Bodie nudged Doyle with his elbow and, having finally managed to look Doyle directly in the eye, winked conspiratorially.
"Its just..." Doyle looked tired and harassed as he wedged himself into the corner of the kitchen counter. "Remember yesterday, how he nearly shot you before I got him?" Doyles voice broke slightly and he took a drink of lager before continuing. "I could barely talk, I was so you know. And you ran interference with the policewhich you hate to doand with Cowley. You and Cowley kept looking at me as if I might explode."
Bodie contained a sigh. He was not very patient with Doyles self-flagellation when he was in a good mood. He wasnt anywhere near a good mood now.
Doyle looked him right in the eye. "Doesnt it seem insane to add to that? To make us even more important to each other?"
"You didnt think that all through as you were running for the door that night. We didnt seem so important to each other then."
"Of course I didnt think it through!" Doyle flung himself off the counter, running his right hand through his messy curls. "And I wasnt running!"
Bodie made no attempt to disguise rolling his eyes, as he sighed with exasperation and backed against the opposite counter, safely across the room from Doyle.
"And if you must know, I was repulsed."
Bodie nearly laughed aloud, but now that he finally had Doyle talking, Bodie wasnt giving him an excuse to stop. Besides, laughing would only bring on the probable punch-up sooner. He covered his snort with a long drink of his lager.
Doyle didnt appear to notice any of Bodies rather calculated body language, as he paced the few steps between the counter and the fridge. "Or I thought I was repulsed. I had a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach, and told myself it was revulsion, and I even believed it for a couple of days." Doyle stopped and half-smiled at Bodie.
Bodie, who remembered those next few days too vividly, and apparently quite differently, examined his fingernails, flicking at them with loud clicks of nail against nail. Doyle could go on like this for hours and Bodie was too tired. He had what he thought he wantedDoyle was talkingbut Bodie realized with sudden clarity that Doyle would only say the wrong things. Why hear what you already know, he thought, idly thinking of where he would go after he left Doyles place. The pub? Back to the club? The gym? He absently calculated the number of steps to the door. Thirteen. The lengthening silence and Doyles relentless pacing brought his attention back to the moment.
"But the next time we were under fire, I recognized the feeling in the pit of my stomachit was just fear and adrenaline."
"You love that stuff, Doyle," and the anger was clear in Bodies voice, a little more focused than he had realized until he started to talk, "or you would find a job thats less likely to give you a tummy ache." Bodie felt his anger build. Damn Doyle and his fucking, tedious, emotional scenes.
"But I didnt know that. You didnt really want it either, Bodie, or youd have tried harder."
The tone and delivery hit home too perfectly not to be intentional. Bodies rage won. "Youre right, Doyle. I dont really want you." He straightened off the counter, flexing his hands into fists, breathing heavily. It wasnt worth the agony later to hit Doyle now. Just give him another thing to guilt Bodie about. He grabbed the holdall hed set on the table, turned away from Doyle and started walking toward the door. He knew he shouldnt do this, leave Doyle like this, but he couldnt stay and not beat the living hell out of Doyle just for the pleasure of doing it.
"This isnt happening. Ha. This cant be happening." Doyle chuckled, albeit a bit nervously. "I dont believe it. William Andrew Philip Bodie running out of my flat like some outraged bird? I cant believe it." Bodie recognized the shrillness in Doyles voice for the panic he couldnt admit to. He suppressed a smug, if angry, smile.
"I know you far too well, Bodie. What have you been doing these last two months? Loitering around palely, sighing noisily, staring sadly out of windows, playing St. Bodie the martyr. Trying to make me feel guilty? Huh, is that it? Youre pissed off because you gave me a stick to hit you with, and I used it til my arm got tired." Doyle grabbed Bodies jacket in the center of his back, pulling him toward the living room. Bodie didnt struggle against Doyles inexorable tugging, but he didnt turn around either. "When was the last time you really wanted something from me and didnt get it?" This time Doyle shut up and waited for an answer.
"Apparently I didnt really want this from you, or didnt you hear me the first time?" Bodie did turn now, angrily shrugging Doyles hand off his jacket. He stood close to Doyle, glaring at him, wanting to wipe that arrogant and annoying expression off Doyles face. "I wasnt the martyr, mate, you were. You and your," he raised his voice to a shrill falsetto for the jab, "ooooh, Bodie, thats so disgusting attitude." He was yelling now. "Youre the one with the Christian saint complex, Doyle, not me. Im long over that shite. And Im finally over you. You want to keep pushing me? I wont simply walk out of the flat if you dont stop NOW!" Bodie emphasized each word with a furious shake of his finger in Doyles face.
"Face it," Doyle continued relentlessly, and not too quietly either, "over the years youve developed an arsenal of techniques to make me do what you wantwaste weekends hiking in the back of beyond, date your birds homely sister, volunteer to work Christmas so you can turn Cowley up sweetyou wheedle me, you tease me. And why didnt you try on any of that before now? You know why, Bodie? You know why?" Doyle was yelling in his turn now. "Because, Mr. Im-so-fucking-tough, you didnt really know if you wanted it, and best of all, this way you got to blame the whole thing on me and protect your precious ego."
Bodie knew that Doyle was nearly as angry as he was. He weighed his options. Punch Doyles ugly, good-for-nothing face and risk some solid punches in return, not to mention Cowley nosing around in their problems, or leave now and call Cowley to request some time off for R&R. Effective immediately. Amsterdam is lovely no matter what time of year. Yeah, Bodie thought and nodded once to himself, it was time to leave, before this ended with them both in hospital. Time to move on, somehow, out of this rut. Maybe a couple of weeks apart would give him a chance to get back on track. Maybe give him an opportunity to put his place in Doyles life into proper perspective. Maybe give him the time he needed to find contentment with what Doyle was willing to give. Bodie felt this kind of agony was to be tolerated only by a different kind of partnership than they currently had. A closer, stronger partnership.
But Doyle seemed to run out of anger. His voice was nearly normal when he said, "Youve learned a little from me over the years."
As those final words registered, Bodie shook his head and laughed, truly surprised. "Oh, Doyle, give it a rest. Apparently youve learned from me, since you think Im so good at making you do exactly what I want when I want. Thats what youre trying on now, isnt it?" Bodie was suddenly certain the neighbors were hearing as well, and, taking a deep breath, lowered his voice. "This is the end of it, Doyle."
Doyles voice was quiet, too. "End of what, Bodie? End of the game youve been playing?" He continued even quieter, "End of the thought of sex with me, end of the partnership, end of what? Or dont you know that either?"
"Its the end. I dont know whats left." Suddenly exhausted, he turned away from Doyle and walked through the short hall to the door. He just wanted to go home now, never mind Amsterdam.
"No." Doyle didnt sound angry, not anymore. He sounded a bit scared. "Please wait." But Bodie didnt stop. Doyle darted around him and blocked the door. "Please."
Bodie stood before him, but did not meet his eyes. Had he known from the beginning that wanting Doyle could end the partnership? No, he realized hed had no idea how it would affect the partnership because he hadnt really believed Doyle could want him. He hadnt realized what he had been risking. Did Doyle think it was originally just curiosity? Had that been all it was?
He realized he was still standing in front of Doyles door. He sighed and started to open it, using the door to try to push Doyle aside. He felt Doyles fingers tighten on his arm.
"Wait, Bodie. Wait." Doyle leaned slowly toward him, pulling gently on his shoulder, pushing the door closed with his other hand. Their lips met lightly for a chaste, passionless kiss. As Doyle leaned back, Bodie closed his eyes; closed them tight. He knew he should say something, but nothing sounded plausible in his mind over the ringing in his head. Their anger was still clearly playing in the back of his mind even as this fragile desire ran parallel to it.
Doyle kissed him again, gently tracing his tongue over Bodies lips, not demanding entrance, but exploring the contours and texture. With sudden ferocity, Bodie pushed Doyle back up against the wall and kissed him passionately and demandingly, plundering his mouth and lips with tongue and teeth, showing none of the gentleness Doyle had just given. Doyle met passion with passion. When Bodie broke the kiss he snarled, "Dont fuck with me, Doyle."
Doyle didnt move away. Still letting Bodie press up against him, he laughed nervously. "Isnt that what you want?"
"No." No hint of laughterthere was no fucking way hed let Doyle make this all a joke now. Bodie was shaking all over, and filled with disbelief. He took a deep breath and released it slowly. What was he going to do with Doyle now? Be careful what you wish for, he chided himself.
Bodie couldnt believe that he was standing there with only two layers of clothing between them: Doyles chest against his, Doyles belly against his, Doyles cock against his leg, and Doyles lips against his. He ached inside exquisitely. He felt as though his heart were contracting and expanding at the same time. He knew he was dying, in this moment, right now, and he embraced it. "Ah," he sighed, involuntarily. What had changed for Doyle, he wanted to ask, but he was afraid of speaking. He didnt want to give Doyle any excuse this time. Hed follow Doyles lead.
"Bodie," Doyle interrupted his reverie and Bodie felt the adrenaline in his blood focus all his senses on Doyles every word, every expression. "I am not going to fuck you over." He hesitantly put his hands on Bodies waist, and Bodie gasped as he felt their cocks press against each other.
Doyles lips were twice as tender and lush as he had remembered them, those long, dark nights alone in bed. Last night had been one of those nights, and, even as he leaned slightly into another kiss, he couldnt believe he wasnt dreaming it. He had been leaving, he didnt even know where to, and nowhow had it happened?now, Doyle was kissing him so gently.
As the warmth from Doyles body sank into Bodies he tried to tell himself that he should go, that this was a ruse, that Doyle was doubtless manipulating him. But Bodie couldnt. He wanted this so desperately. He reasoned slowly that Doyle had to have meant something when he kissed him first. He put his forehead on Doyles shoulder, pulling him a bit closer. "And if I stay..."
"Sssh." Doyle tilted his head slightly and kissed Bodies neck lightly, working his way toward Bodies earlobe. "Sssh," he whispered, "itll be all right, Bodie," and then Bodie knew he was lost, as he felt Doyles teeth lightly nip his earlobe, tonguing it lightly. Remembering the last time he had been kissing Doyles earlobe, Bodie didnt answer. Words drove Doyle away and he wanted Doyle as close as possible. When Doyle leaned away, pushing Bodie around, Bodie followed mechanically. He noted the sensation of Doyles hand grasping his and tugging him gently through the hall and to the bedroom. His chest felt cold, just as he had remembered it had the first fateful night in his apartment. He was light-headed, all thoughts of running evaporated in the heat of their kisses.
Once in the bedroom, Doyle led Bodie to the dressing table beside the bed and turned Bodie to face him. Bodie felt the solidity of the edge of the dresser against his lower back. Doyle was untucking Bodies shirt, putting his cool hands on Bodies sides, leaning against him and licking lightly at Bodies jaw. As Doyles hands inched upwards, he nudged Bodies head slightly sideways and kissed him, gently. Bodie responded hesitantly. A rather insistent voice in his head was demanding that he respond more enthusiastically, but emotionally he was still reeling. Ending the kiss, as he noted that Doyles fingers were tantalizingly rubbing his nipples and they were hardening as rapidly as his cock, he forced himself to say "Ray." He swallowed, closing his eyes. "Ray, what are you doing?"
Doyles softly exhaled giggle was followed by a kiss to each closed eyelid. "Kissing you," as he kissed Bodies left eyelid, "you berk," kissing his right eyelid. "What do you think," kissing Bodies lips lightly.
"Ah well," Bodie sighed, forming each word with care, "I noticed that, but why?"
"Because we are, Bodie. I am and you are and we just are."
Well, Bodie thought, Doyle is in control enough to make fun of himself. He chuckled nervously and began to untuck Doyles shirt. He noticed his hands were still shaking. He took a few deep breaths, trying to steady himself. "All right then, let me catch up." As he kissed Doyles neck, up against the hairline, feeling Doyles hair lightly against his forehead and ear, he heard Doyles sharp intake of breath. He reached Doyles ear and blew into it softly, licking the edge in swirls with the tip of his tongue, slowly edging inward. With his other hand on Doyles back, he pulled Doyle against him, feeling Doyles erection against his own and hearing him moan, "Ooh, Bodie." Bodie was higher than he had ever been on just touching and kissing--the result of months of hidden foreplay.
Slowing disentangling his hands from Doyles hair, he found Doyles belt buckle and unfastened it, rubbing his knuckles up Doyles stomach and chest, slowly working his way toward Doyles nipples, all the while kissing his neck and collarbone. He heard Doyles sighs and soft moans and counted each of them as a gift. He slowly undid the zip of Doyles jeans, and as he did Doyles hands inched towards Bodies waistline. He held his breath as Doyle struggled with his belt and trouser button. Bodie tossed his head back, breathing in deeply, as Doyles lips found his neck again.
"Why cant you ever wear a shirt with buttons?" he heard Doyle exclaim what seemed both seconds and eons later.
"Oh. Well, I could take it off." Bodie refused to meet Doyles eyes, afraid that at any moment, Doyle would realize what was happening and put a stop to it.
"That would be nice."
Bodie couldnt tell what that tone meant. His mouth was dry and he felt breathless. He had wanted this but now he was certain that it was a mistake and Doyle would change his mind at any second. But he tugged his shirt up and over his head, slowly. He opened his eyes as he dropped the poloneck carelessly on the floor.
Doyles eyes were huge in the dim light, his lips slightly swollen, his hair mussed from Bodies hands running through it. Bodie thought he looked gorgeous. His shirt was mostly unbuttoned, his trousers open but not down.
"Well, seems we have gone as far as we can like this. Shall I finish undressing you, or will you do it yourself?"
"Uh." Bodie bit his lower lip, feeling off-balance and confused. Narrowing his eyes at Doyle, he said, "You can help."
Apparently that was all the invitation he needed as Bodie found himself naked and being pushed to the bed in record time, Doyles hands caressing his lower back and buttocks. He was fondling Doyles hip and thigh and pulling him toward the bed with as much eagerness as Doyle was pushing him back. They fell together on the bed, Doyle making a supreme effort not to land on Bodie. From their new positionhorizontalBodie removed the last of Doyles clothes and settled in to gently explore the naked, beautiful Doyle beside him.
Hed never really been able to figure out what had turned Doyle off, that one time beforeand now didnt seem like the right time to askso he concentrated on simple stuff: touching and stroking, and oh God, feeling Raymond Doyles cock in his hand. Bodie caressed him, just to feel the contrast of the skin from the shaft to the head, nothing urgent yet. He wanted to treasure every moment of this loving, lest it be the only time. He was not going to say anything at this point; it was his talking that had ruined it last time. Big butch Bodie, getting exactly what he wanted, and so afraid hell fuck it up, he can barely enjoy it. How Doyle would laugh, if he knew.
"Hey, look at me." Doyle must have sensed something. He pulled back a little to give them a chance to get untangled and straight in the bed. "What did you want? You know, last night."
"When last night? At the club, at the wine bar?"
Doyle sighed the sigh of a man tried beyond all patience. Bodie suppressed a grin. Served the sod right, expecting him to admit he was jealous.
"When you were watching us leave."
"What are you on about, Doyle?"
"Was watching you as we left you. You looked as though youd lost your best friend." He was drawing spirals on Bodies chest with his index finger and Bodie found it quite impossible to remember last night, much less what he was feeling then.
"I dont remember. Nothin, I suppose." He pulled Doyle toward him, lifting his lips toward Doyles.
"Uh-uh, not yet. Isnt there something youd like to tell me?" Doyle pulled back from Bodies attempt at a kiss.
"No, not really." Bodie replied, after a few moments pause. It wasnt an empty silence, as Bodie had been doing his level best to distract Doyle from this particular line of questioning. Judging from Doyles short gasps and irregular breathing, nipples were going to be a rewarding territory to explore. Bodie pushed Doyle onto his back, caressing and kissing his neck and jaw as they moved.
Bodie was kissing Doyles abdomen, slowly winding his way to Doyles cock, focusing totally on the sensation of lips against soft skin and coarse hair. Doyle laughed as Bodie licked his navel.
"Whoa, mate, whats the rush? Besides," he continued as he pushed Bodie over onto his back, "I want a turn."
This worried Bodie, even as he acquiesced to Doyles demand. As Doyle kissed him, his neck, his throat and collarbone, Bodie felt panic swelling inside him. When was Doyle going to freak out? He felt his erection subside as his mind continued to fret.
"Hey, relax. I know what Im doing."
Bodie refused to meet Doyles eyes. He was afraid and he had nowhere to hide. Here he was with his hearts desire and he was paralyzed. He closed his eyes, trying to recapture the mood.
He felt Doyle moving around him. He couldnt open his eyes to watch Doyle walk away again. Doyles voice was suddenly in his ear, the breath silky against him. "Really, Bodie, you can be so thick." He kissed and licked Bodies ear, while caressing his thigh and around his cock gently. "Dont you see, I want this, too. I want you, too."
Doyle sat up then and moved down to Bodies legs. He kissed his legs, from knees to hip bones and back, up and down, whispering fiercely and tenderly in turn, telling Bodie "youre lovely," "youre everything," "youve got a freckle on your knee," thoroughly and slowly exploring Bodies body. Bodie felt that anticipation would make his cock explode long before Doyle ever touched it. When he felt Doyles tongue lick slowly from the base to head, he groaned. When Doyles mouth surrounded the head, he cried out and when Doyle began to suck him in earnest as he slid one saliva-wet finger into Bodies arse, Bodie screamed.
It was over for Bodie far too soon. As he lay there, willing himself to breathe and berating himself for crying out, "I love you, Ray, Ray," as he came, he realized that Doyle was grinning at him.
"I love you, too, you great berk."
Bodie smiled, his warmest, most open, genuine smile. Without any further words, he rolled onto his belly, presenting his back and his arse to Doyle. He wasnt sure what he was doing, or why this seemed like a good idea; maybe he wanted to give Doyle every reason in the world to run, just to make sure he wouldnt. Better to know now. He heard Doyles sigh and the wrestling with the tube of K-Y which Doyle had produced from God knew where. Gently, and with far more self-control than Bodie believed he would have shown were their positions reversed, Doyle lubed him, a fingerful at a time. Each careful step on Doyles part, not fumbling, or nervous, reaffirmed they were back together. It was more than he had ever hoped, the intimacy of Doyles fingers in his arse, Doyle making him ready, preparing him for Doyles cock. Closeness, intimacy, partnership. They were together. As Doyle coaxed him up onto his knees and eased into Bodie, groaning quietly, Bodie tensed. He wished he could see Doyles face and that Doyle could see his.
Bodie couldnt answer; it wasnt a simple question. There was pain, but mostly this was far more intimate, far more profound than hed thought it would, they would be. He still didnt know why hed offered his arse to begin with. Doyle certainly hadnt asked for it. But Doyle hadnt run or said "no" and Bodie knew this would bind themsomehow.
Doyles knuckles were white where he clutched Bodies arm, and he almost shook with his efforts to go slow. Bodie knew Doyle was waiting for him to relax, but he couldnt. Bodies legs started to quiver with the strain of holding them both up, so he let himself slowly collapse onto the bed, Doyle following him down. They both groaned as his movement seated Doyles cock deeper inside. Instead of starting to stroke, Doyle just arranged himself over Bodie, covering his whole back like a blanket, hands to hands, legs to legs, even stretching to press his cheek against Bodies. With a sigh, Bodie relaxed totally, no longer tensing against Doyle inside his body. He had never felt so completely enveloped by a lover, so part of another person. He noted Doyles breath against his neck, the softness of Doyles thighs between his legs, the rough brush of Doyles chest hair and the stubble against him as Doyle kissed his neck and back. Every single sensation of having Ray Doyle as part of Bodies body and soul.
Slowly, still covering Bodie almost completely, Doyle started to move within him, forcing Bodies stiffening cock against the mattress. When Doyles cock brushed his prostate, Bodies erection was straining. Beyond the capacity for language, he reached for Doyles hand. Somehow, Doyle knew what he needed, and pulled them both over onto their sides, still moving deep within Bodies arse. He brought his hand around to Bodies cock, slick with semen and pre-cum, and pulled tightly. They came together, Bodie hearing Doyle call out his love even as Bodie sobbed out Doyles name.
They lay for a long time, silent in the dark, everything seemingly said between them, their hands stroking quietly, gradually slowing until they slept.
The blare of the phone at 6:45 a.m. seemed cruel beyond his capacity to express. Somehow he knew, weekend off or not, it had to be Cowley. He grabbed for the handset, trying not to dislodge Bodie, still curled up, heavy and warm along his right side. "Ye-es?"
Cowleys voice, crisp and clear, started in with no introduction. "We have the case back. I need you and Bodie immediately."
Bodie slowly woke, and looked up at him, questioningly. His eyes were heavy and full-lidded, and for a moment, Doyles breath caught from the sweetness of their regard.
"Um, yes, sir. Bodie and I um," he blundered, Bodies smile making it harder to recover. "I mean, Ill call Bodie, that is, Ill pick him up on the way in, and be there in how long, sir?"
"Connolly has been seen outside Tudmans warehouseyoure the ones who know that place. Get Bodie and get down there, and Doyle, be careful. MI6 almost certainly has agents down there by now as well."
Bodie grabbed his hand, the phrase cutting through his sleepiness.
Cowley sniffed, "No, not quite. But do watch your backs."
"Well watch each others backs, sir."
"What are you waiting for, Doyle?"
"Yes, sir." Doyle hung up the phone, and looked down at Bodie. His lover. He slid back down next to him, and without a word, wrapped himself around him, pulling him even tighter once Bodie started to hug back. They needed to talk, but God only knew when theyd get a chance to, and how much good it would do anyway. This, thoughthe feel of Bodie wrapped up in his arms, and he in Bodiesthis gave him the strength to know it was worth trying.
Without loosening his grip at all, he said, "Weve got to go. Cowley wants us there ten minutes ago." He started plotting how he could keep at least one of his body parts touching at least one of Bodies through shower, dressing and breakfast. "He thinks theyve found Connolly."
It was all so familiar, Bodie thought, crouching behind a stack of dusty packing boxes in the dimly lit warehouse, waiting for Doyle. Just the two of them and who knew how many bad guys. Hed stopped wondering about their backup; hed stopped worrying about the possibility of MI6 wandering in. He knew two things: Connolly was in this warehouse, and Doyle and he were going to take him out.
Pallets of boxes and machinery filled most of the concrete floor space, leaving a maze of small walkways and paths. The echo in the huge cluttered space made it impossible to tell where noises came from. He heard the pad of steps on the concrete floor.
Not Doyle. He faded back into the packing crates, making sure he had an escape route, and concentrated on not listening to his own breathing. The footsteps' rhythm picked up a whisper of an extra beat. Doyle. He waited. Sure enough, a muffled clunk that barely carried to his ears, then a dragging noise. "Thought you could use the company," his partner barely whispered as he dragged a casually-dressed man into the cul-de-sac of boxes Bodie was hiding in. They exchanged a wordless glance as Doyle eased the limp body onto the floor.
Doyle signed that he was going off to the left, still trying to pinpoint Connolly and the others. Bodie circled right, swinging wide around some heavy machinery. He crouched low, about to peek around some barrels when he heard a bottle roll loudly on the cement floor. He stopped short, his heart pounding.
"Whos there?" A clear quaver in the mans voice. Good; he liked it when they were afraid. He picked up a screw from the floor, and tossed it across the warehouse, bouncing it off the far wall. "What was that?" A second voice, more angry than frightened. Connolly.
He circled around, quietly, trying to come up behind Connolly. He heard a sound above him and crouched in the shadow of another row of boxes. He strained to hear some sign of Doyle or Connolly. To his right, he caught a glimpse of Doyle on top of a stack of wooden pallets, up between ten and twelve feet, and thought, that must give a nice view. Sure enough, Doyle signaled to Bodies right, "Two more rows," and faded back into the shadows. Bodie crept toward where Doyle had pointed, breathing shallowly and stepping lightly.
A shot rang out, then another; neither of them from Doyles Colt Python.
Bodie sprang around the corner and yelled, "Freeze!"
Doyle had a gun centered on Connolly, right at his head from the vantage point of the pallets, but one of Connollys men had his gun lined up on Doyles chest. Bodie had thought his heart was pounding before. He could barely hear over the roaring of his blood. He moved forward carefully, his gun leading the way, pointed at the punks chest. "Drop it!"
"Shoot him, Adler, NOW." Connolly was worried, the shaking in his voice undermining the power of his command.
No one moved. Not Connolly, not Adler, not Doyle.
"Damn you, Adler, drop it. Weve got two guns to your one. You might hit Doyle, but Doylell kill Connolly, and I will kill you." He had to finish this up. He didnt know if Connolly had other men in the warehouse, and he wasnt in the best defensive position. Doyle was standing in a shaft of light, every fraction of him clearly outlined to Bodies eye. He could see Doyles breath in the cool air, his chest moving up and down regularly. Doyle gave no outward sign of fear except his knuckle, almost white on the trigger. Adler was trying to look at him and Doyle and Connolly all at once. He looked scared and jittery. The surest sign of inexperience, and that combination was deadly. The tension grew with each passing moment of inaction and Bodie could see the sheen of sweat form on the Adlers face.
Suddenly Bodie knew Adler was going to fire, just to get it over with. Without even a chance to glance at Doyle, he squeezed his trigger, shooting Adler high in the chest as Doyle threw himself down on the pallet. Connolly ducked around a pillar and headed for the door. Slowly, Doyle stood up and kicked the gun out of the Adlers quivering hand, turning immediately to his partner. The gun clattered against the concrete. Doyle knelt to cursorily examine him. "Hell live," Doyle proclaimed, looking down at Bodie. Bodie walked over to the pallet and reached his hand up. Doyle took it and jumped the twelve feet to the floor, falling partially on Bodie. As he jumped, Bodie noticed the knees of Doyles jeans were ripped and bloody. "You all right?" he asked as he grabbed Doyles upper arm and started brushing him off.
Doyle grabbed his shoulder, and they stood there, not quite embracing, for no more than a second. "Yeah."
He heard a shot, then another, and they sprang apart, Bodie running, Doyle falling in behind as they headed toward the sound. The door to the outside was wide open. He paused just long enough to peer around the door jamb, and with no more than a shared glance, they sprang out together, guns drawn.
They heard "Freeze!" in firm alto tones.
Bodie took the scene in bemusedly. John Connolly lay on the ground, apparently dead. Standing on either side of his body, guns drawn and aimed at he and Doyle were Ellie and Torrie?
When Cowley and their backup arrived, he, Doyle, Ellie, and Torrie were standing over a dead man, laughing like drains.
Give it up, Cowley, Doyle thought, watching the ambulance men covering Connolly efficiently before taking him away. Bodie seemed to be actually listening to Cowleys rant, but Doyle was busy wondering about Torrie and Ellie, currently getting their own dressing down by Willis. Torries long red hair was pulled back in a tie, but wisps of it were still being caught by the breeze off the water, and he could just barely see their shoulder holsters through their jacketsa little like pantylines. He felt Bodies hand brush his, carefully, and just as carefully, touched him back.
"If I told you anything about this case," Cowley yelled, "it was how important it was that Connolly stay alive, Doyle."
Hed never noticed before how Cowleys eyebrows went up and down when he was annoyed. "Yeah, well, we didnt kill him." In fact, the whole aftermath of a shooting scene seemed unreal, but he didnt think telling Cowley "librarians killed him" would help.
Cowley "ochd" in disgust and moved off after bigger prey, dragging Willis off out of earshot.
He stared at Ellie and Torrie. Doyle couldnt believe hed thought these two were a domesticated breed. Time to get your eyes examined, Doyle. Or your head. He smiled briefly at Bodie and they walked toward the women.
Ellie and Torrie stared back. Somehow Doyle doubted he and Bodie were making a good second impression; the three or four hours sleep they did get somehow looked like much less, and the quick shower and shave had been barely more than a spit and a promise. Bodies savoir faire was not aided by the fact he was wearing yesterdays trousers, and one of Doyles shirts, too tight in the shoulders and ribs. The silly helpless grins they kept not-so-surreptitiously sharing werent helping either. Going to have to work on that.
Me first, Doyle thought. "Librarians, eh?" Bodie was an inch from his left shoulder; the perfect backup.
"Told you we were in acquisitions, Ray." Torries banter had an edge.
He watched Ellie move so she could keep an eye on Willis. Smart girl. He said, "You know, at my library, I get an extra bonus for bringing them in alive." It was impossible to see these two as the bar girls who had picked him up Friday night.
"Yeah? Tell that to Tudman," Torrie laughed. "He was delivered as a very closed book."
Doyle said, "What, youve read our files, too?"
Bodie added, sotto voce, "Knew you should have tried harder on the spelling, old man."
Torrie smiled, devilishly. "You could say we know you inside and out, Doyle."
Before either of them could reply, Willis and Cowley stomped over toward the four of them.
"Sherel, Lamond!" Willis collected them with the snap of his fingers as he walked by. Torrie whispered to Bodie, "Youve got my number," and waved, cheekily; Ellie just smiled goodbye as they followed Willis out to the street.
Doyle looked around at all of the crime scene people milling about and saw no pressing reason for them to stay. Adler had already been carted off, and the rest of this wasnt even their doing. He steered Bodie to the car, cutting through the boys in blue with no more than a wave.
"All this, and its not even noon, Bodie."
"Yeah, and Im starved." Bodie gunned the engine behind a green Fiat, gently convincing it to change lanes or else.
Of course he was starved. Bodie always wanted to eat after they shot somebody.
"Got anything in?"
Doyle sighed, not really feeling like cooking, but not wanting to be in public either. "Yeah, last nights left-over. We never did eat."
Bodie snorted. "No wonder I feel faint." He sighed dramatically, raising one hand to his forehead. He took a left, heading away from the warehouse, Connolly, Cowley, and CI5.
They were halfway home before Bodie said, "You know, they thought we were a couple? Torrie asked me about us, that night in the bar"
"We are, you great ape." He watched Bodies hands on the driving wheel, not really paying attention. Long pale fingers, splayed out on the black leather grip.
"Yeah, we were then, too." He stared at his partner, thinking of all the things he meant when he called Bodie partner.
Bodie said, "You thought so? Why didnt you say?"
He noticed Bodie kept his eyes carefully on the traffic ahead of him. Not even a furtive glance in Doyles direction.
Oh, Bodie, he thought, is that what this was all about? Doyle was amazed that Bodie hadnt seen something that he knew was so incredibly clear. Two months of hell we put each other throughall because you thought it took sex to make us a couple?
You great berk, Doyle thought, sex between us is just the cherry on top of the cake. A wonderful cherry, mind you. He felt like he had early this morning, looking at the sleepy sweetness of Bodies waking smile.
Hed been silent too long, working this all out. Bodie nudged him. "Ray?"
Heedless of the daylight and the cars all around, he put his hand on Bodies knee. "I thought you knew, hot shot. I thought you knew."
- The End -
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