Fic: Careful/Careless (Pros, B/D)
Feb. 8th, 2006 09:55 pmTitle: Careful/Careless
Author: P.R. Zed
Fandom: Pros
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Notes: For the
stagesoflove comm. Two related drabbles for the Romance theme.
Careful
Doyle approached Bodie in the car park, circled him slowly as he considered how to proceed.
If Bodie were a woman, he'd woo him with dinner and dancing and sweet endearments softly whispered in his ear.
If Bodie were any other man, he'd spar and flirt and fuck him in a way that didn't matter.
But this was Bodie, and Bodie knew Doyle better than Doyle knew himself. Knew his moods, knew his wishes, knew his wants. No need to hide his desires from Bodie.
"Your place?" Doyle asked.
A curt nod was his only answer. But it was enough.
Careless
Breathing harshly, Bodie slammed Doyle against the door of his flat. Doyle's mouth opened beneath his and Bodie tasted lager and lime and lust on his tongue. As they grappled with shirts and flies, Bodie was thankful that he had no need to romance Doyle.
Bodie didn't do romance. Not with birds, and especially not with blokes. And that was fine, since Doyle'd laugh himself sick if Bodie ever went down on one knee and offered him roses.
Nothing soft for the likes of them.
But it wasn't soft to hold Doyle tightly as the golly fell asleep. Was it?
Author: P.R. Zed
Fandom: Pros
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Notes: For the
Careful
Doyle approached Bodie in the car park, circled him slowly as he considered how to proceed.
If Bodie were a woman, he'd woo him with dinner and dancing and sweet endearments softly whispered in his ear.
If Bodie were any other man, he'd spar and flirt and fuck him in a way that didn't matter.
But this was Bodie, and Bodie knew Doyle better than Doyle knew himself. Knew his moods, knew his wishes, knew his wants. No need to hide his desires from Bodie.
"Your place?" Doyle asked.
A curt nod was his only answer. But it was enough.
Careless
Breathing harshly, Bodie slammed Doyle against the door of his flat. Doyle's mouth opened beneath his and Bodie tasted lager and lime and lust on his tongue. As they grappled with shirts and flies, Bodie was thankful that he had no need to romance Doyle.
Bodie didn't do romance. Not with birds, and especially not with blokes. And that was fine, since Doyle'd laugh himself sick if Bodie ever went down on one knee and offered him roses.
Nothing soft for the likes of them.
But it wasn't soft to hold Doyle tightly as the golly fell asleep. Was it?
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Date: 2006-02-08 08:17 pm (UTC)(sigh) I'm mush.
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Date: 2006-02-09 09:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-08 09:20 pm (UTC)I can't even be too sad that your drabbles are only drabble-length, because they're absolutely beautiful. Thank you.
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Date: 2006-02-09 09:19 pm (UTC)