Quick One

As the door swung shut he was on him, fast and hot and relentless. Breathing hard, Bodie pushed ineffectually at the hands that grasped him, his palms suddenly wet with sweat.

"Christ Doyle...for fuck's sake...not here..."
he heard his own voice, low and urgent.

Dragging his mouth away from bruising sweetness Bodie twisted until he had his shoulder against the chest that pinned him to the interrogation room wall. Every second that passed brought the chance of discovery closer. Fighting for control, Bodie twisted again, feeling Doyle's erection pushing against his thigh, the hard length of it warm through thin worn cord. Grinning savagely, Doyle ran his fingers down the side of Bodie's face, in a gesture that always undid him.

“…have to stop, you little prick-tease…."

It took all of Bodie's self-control to get the words out, as Doyle's fingertips insinuated themselves inside the neck of his jumper.

"Jesus – Cowley will have us shot at dawn… you bastard..."

Kissing his way down Bodie's neck, Doyle laughed softly.

"Let me fuck you, let me fuck you here, against the wall...you know you want it, let me...."

Most of Bodie's resolve had evaporated at the first slide of skin on skin, and Doyle's quiet pleading - in sharp counterpoint to the force he was using to hold him against the cold unpainted wall - burnt off the last shreds of resistance.

Not needing to answer with words, Bodie turned in Doyle's fierce embrace, letting his head drop until his forehead met cool rough brick. Opening his fly with one hand, he bent his body forward, braced against the wall with his free arm, feeling hot hands pulling frantically at his clothes.


Quicker than Bodie had anticipated, Doyle was inside him, using the agonised arch of Bodie's back to thrust deep and long, a desperate moan dragged from his throat as hot flesh sank into hot flesh. Reaching round, Doyle enclosed Bodie's cock with the same blunt fingers that had just stroked his face, and the effect was similar, if a little more pronounced.

"So fuck me, you bastard...do it..."

Taking a ragged breath, Doyle eased back, thrust again, pulled out, thrust again, slid out, thrust again, and again, and again, until both men were sobbing in rhythm, Doyle's hands sliding around and along Bodie's cock as he plunged inside his body. Urgent little cries from Doyle pushed Bodie over the edge, his body convulsing as he ejaculated into greedy hands, feeling the frictionless glide of suddenly slick fingers along his thighs.

Very deep inside him now, Doyle stilled, motionless for a single moment, and Bodie felt the tension in the shaft of flesh that speared him just before he came, pressed against his back like a second skin, moaning his name like a mantra.

With a simultaneous sigh of profound pleasure, the men pulled apart, adjusted their clothes and stood across from each other, eyes down, fighting to get their breathing back under control. eXtremely casually, Bodie glanced at Doyle, his eyes widening as he watched his partner delicately licking his fingers, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

"You never cease to amaze me, Doyle - you crazy, fucked up, dangerous, scary, sexy bastard..."

"Zany - you missed out zany..."

Any reply was swallowed as the heavy metal door clanged open, and the two agents smiled with barely disguised relief as they turned to face the Cow.



(Please note - this is what they call a 'file the serial numbers off fic - it was originally a Star Trek: Voyager C/P homage to Pros fanfic, and in the spirit of postmodern irony I have cut and pasted Bodie and Doyle back into their own pastiche)!