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Visions of Bodie and Doyle:
"Here's looking at you, kid":the art of observation
As he crossed the hallway, Doyle, in the sitting room, looked up from the magazine
he’d found to read. That was all he did. He looked at Bodie. Just looked, his expression
enigmatic. Bodie in turn stopped, and returned stare for stare, looking right into those
remarkable green eyes.
Eyes like none he had ever seen. The whole world was in those eyes.......
Caught up in the velvet green stare, he found his breath short, his mind short-circuited,
his heart melting and his cock stirring.
Dangerous, this.
Forever True:Fajrdrako (Elizabeth Holden)
....why was Ray glaring at him like an angry tiger?
"Ray?" he said.
"Yeah?" Doyle's gaze was uncommonly direct. Huge green eyes hypnotized, if you let them.
Eyebrows were knit, eyes inimical.
"Still up to the party after?"
"What party?"
"It's New Year's Eve. You forget?"
Ray blinked...."Bloody hell. Is it still?" He hesitated. "You want to go?"
Simple words. But as he said them, he looked again at Bodie, and Bodie realized that the
tiger wasn't angry. The tiger was hungry.
Doyle scowled at him with a voracious stare that devoured him and melted his bones, made
his soul ache, made his mind focus into trembling awareness. The Best:Elizabeth Holden/fajrdrako
....suddenly Bodie's head lifted and he gazed straight into the mirror and then
rapidly scanned the entire room.
Doyle held his breath, expecting and wanting those seeking eyes to find him. But they
didn't. Instead, a closed look came about them, a blankness of expression,
accompanied by the swift jerking of the throat as Bodie swallowed....
as he moved, Bodie's expression changed, and he swept the room again, his eyes
comprehensively searching each face and figure....
Rooted to the spot, Doyle observed sudden awareness on the goodlooking face as the
dark gaze locked with someone out of his vision.
Doyle watched, heart sinking, as the eyes began an absorbed survey of whoever had
caught their interest; they moved very slowly, very clearly over a body, lingering
a little here and there on the way down.Through a Glass Darkly:ET & Rob
"It's just like you to abandon the one who brought
you," Doyle said in that way Bodie could never quite decipher. Was Ray camping it up
or flirting with him? Was there necessarily any difference in the end?
"Oh don't be that way," Bodie said, playing along regardless. "You know you'll
always have my heart."
Doyle seemed to study Bodie, his expression strangely wistful. "Is that all?"
"It's all I have to give you, petal," Bodie said, still unsure of his partner's
intention, and strangely flustered by his regard......"You're not interested in
my lovely body, after all...."
Doyle looked at him for a beat longer....It was as if, during that brief moment,
he had made a conscious decision to follow Bodie's lead. The odd undercurrent
that had been there only seconds before vanished.
May Fair:Ancasta
Doyle turned.....and Bodie watched his hair change colour as the sun drifted in
and out of clouds, and the patterns of moving water rippling across the green of
his eyes; and into his mind came the thought, curiously exact and complete:
I’m going to fall in love with you. And you won’t fight.
Et In Italia Ego: Sebastian
He looked at Bodie and Nicole, entwined....
Does he look like that with me? Doyle wasn’t sure he wanted to think so. As he
watched, Bodie’s fingers ran round to her back.....As he did this, he lifted his
head and faced Doyle, watching him now over her shoulders. He tilted his head,
indicating to him. *Come on*. Doyle remained where he was. He could get through
this - perhaps - if they kept away from each other. He could admire Bodie from a
distance. He could watch. He could watch him with a girl, he realised. Just
couldn’t share. Didn’t want to expose the two of them to another’s gaze, even if
she didn’t know what she was privy to. Didn’t want to be inches from his body and
unable to touch it, to run his fingers and palms over that skin........
Paper Chase:MLMead
....he had thought he knew his partner well enough to be able to pick up on the
smallest signals. But this time Bodie was giving nothing away. They stood face to
face, neither speaking, the tension building palpably between them. At last Bodie
broke the silence.
"So. Maybe you'd like to explain to me what the hell you thought you were playing at?"
Doyle felt his temper rising, curbed it with an effort. He'd give Bodie that one.
He took a few steps towards his partner.... "Look, you're right. I'm sorry, I shouldn't
have gone off like that. It was a spur of the moment thing. And we were meant to be
maintaining radio silence anyway."
The façade cracked, eyes first. Irrelevantly, and not for the first time, Doyle
marvelled at how such an icy blue could project such fire. "Don't give me that,"
Bodie snarled... Resolution:Bistokids
Bodie stared. Arms twined around arms, and legs woven together, muscles straining,
mouths reaching for mouths, and moans loud as fire. It was all there in black and white.
It was grainy, and it was shadowed, and it was unmistakably them. He didn't know
whether to be glad he had copies or whether to cry. "Jesus…"
"Yeah......."
They confirmed one thing. He would never give Doyle up. They were too right together.
Even extortion made them look good.
If There Be Vampires and Werewolves:Slantedlight
Bodie would never admit it to anyone, but he liked
Doyle and the way he moved. Fluid and fast, or swaggering and slow, danger incarnate
or supple and ethereal.... At times, Bodie rather wished they had got off on a better
footing. The man was far more interesting than he had at first assumed. Too
light-framed to be a good fighter, he nevertheless was.....
Doyle was a mystery. He needed figuring out.
Voyages of the CI5:Hutchynstarsk
He woke abruptly, his eyes opening to the thin light of morning, and to Bodie's
own gaze, blue and unwavering...
"You held my hand in hospital," he said huskily, his dreams still sweeping through
him, this one and that one gliding together until they became a single memory, a
single piece of now....
"Physical contact's supposed to be good for..."
"What about kissing me? Was that just physical contact too?" It was strange, seeing
it all together like this, a single solid line to this moment that was so clear, so
pure and clear that he couldn't imagine ever having not known. "And that time when
the roof fell in... you brought me a torch?"
Bodie's lips twisted in a half-smile at that.
"No..." He remembered. "You brought me the moon." Discovered Out Of Context:Slantedlight
"And you fucked him."
Bodie tensed. "What makes you think that?"
"You'd have done it today. And you told me five minutes ago that you thought
you were back there. Seems to indicate that you'd done it before, doesn't it?"
"Twice."
"What about other people?"
"Yeah, I've played the Game with other people. But not like that....."
Doyle stared at him, a look on his face as though he'd never seen Bodie before.
Bodie felt a lump of ice form in his gut as the silence stretched out and
lengthened....he imagined that if he broke eye contact now, Doyle would never
forgive him....
"You know something?" Doyle said at length. "Something really stupid? I was in
love with you. Real, absolute 'til death do us part' love..."
Bodie realised that he was staring at Doyle...
A Few Little Fireworks:Madmogs
He managed to suspend all thought for some time, staring mindlessly at the house
opposite, watching lights go on and off, allowing him to track their movements to
some extent, and providing reassurance that they hadn't slipped out the back
door.....Then, without warning, he found himself remembering the sight of Ray
kneeling before him, Ray sucking him. It was a compelling memory, one he knew
he would never be able to forget. The sort that replays itself over and over,
whether you want it to or not.....
A movement outside and his mind was back on the job. The front door of the house
opposite was opening. A man emerged carrying two large holdalls and took them up
to a car parked near the house....None So Blind:awarrington
He paused a moment when he noticed his nose was about 2 inches from Bodie’s
left knee. There was a spot of raspberry jam on his corduroys, and Ray had an
inexplicable urge to lick it. More to the point, to lick Bodie.
Startled, Ray looked up to see Bodie staring down at him, his expression ruthlessly
neutral, except for his eyes....His eyes made Ray ache in his throat and in his cock.
“Got it bad, huh, Sunshine,” Ray murmured as he slid one hand up Bodie’s thigh, then
gripped the muscular leg. He noted almost clinically that his partner was hard.
Constricted in those tight cords, it couldn’t be comfortable. He moved his hand
over and stroked the bulge gently, soothing the ache. Enfilade-Defilade:Bistokidsfan
Trudging back up the hill behind Bodie, he wondered if staying in CI5 were really
worth the effort. He looked up and saw Bodie pause, his dark form creating an even
darker silhouette against the night sky. Doyle's breath caught in his chest as he
took the image in--Bodie framed by the night, his hair offset by his face, both
ringed in starlight. *This is the world I live in--Bodie and CI5. To have one,
he'd have to conform to the other*. Then he saw Bodie's eyes turn to look down
on him--and felt fear wash through him again....
The Two Trees:Morgan Dawn
I knew he was do-able the first time I set eyes on him......
I started to catch myself watching him. We'd be out on an obbo somewhere, stuck
in some poor sod's bedroom or jammed into the Transit and I wouldn't be watching out
for the madman of the week - I'd be watching him. His hands on the binoculars, the
flash of white nape over his collar as he bent his head. And his mouth, always his mouth.
I started to dream about that mouth.
This went on for what seemed like ages and then, about six months ago, it all came
to a head....
Watching His Mouth:Georgina Kirrin
Doyle leant forward to say goodbye....and Bodie was suddenly, acutely and rather
uncomfortably, aware of his partner. It was no wonder the ladies swooned over him -
it wasn’t that he was classically handsome; his good looks were rough, and imperfect,
from his messed-up brown curls to his big, intense eyes, his flawed but engaging smile;
from the slim yet muscular arms and torso, the narrow waist and hips, the almost feminine
curve of his lower back and the exquisite little backside that Bodie had always envied,
to the long, slim legs and the size nine feet fetchingly clad in brown leather.
The way he was leaning just then, turned slightly sideways, accentuated everything that
was good about Ray Doyle’s looks. In fact, if Doyle had been a woman, Bodie would have
sworn that pose was flirtatious: an unmistakeable come-hither look.
In The Interest of Bodie and Doyle:SBN3745
Bodie watches him. He is interested now. He has given Doyle one tiny push, and it
is as if he has pulled the tail of a friendly but high-tempered Siamese cat. The
creature is alert, fur rising. Ready to give him the benefit of the doubt for now, or
to take his throat out in one swipe if he repeat-offends... Just a Stepney beat-copper,
he reminds himself. No good. He lets his gaze settle on the damaged left cheekbone,
the place where it looks as if he's been smashed and reconstructed. "Doesn't that ever
bother you?"
Doyle lifts an eyebrow. He pauses for a moment……and lets his own gaze focus on a point
just over Bodie's right shoulder. "Not any more. Doesn't that bother you......that
bloody great chip? Must weigh a ton." Painted Angels:Angelfish
Doyle had been in the room when Bodie had been introduced to Neave’s six man cell.
Not by so much as the flick of an eyelash did he indicate he’d ever laid eyes on Bodie
before. Well, fair enough. It was as much as both their lives were worth, but Bodie was
used to knowing Doyle’s thoughts whether they spoke or not. He couldn’t read this Doyle
at all......When Doyle had spoken in that soft lilting voice about the bombs they would
plant and the death and destruction they would bring, a chill had slithered down Bodie’s
spine. When Doyle’s eyes had met his, they’d been hard and green as any emerald on any
isle. It was at that point the treacherous thought had entered Bodie’s head that perhaps
Doyle had cut it a bit close deliberately.
A terrible, treacherous thought.....
Home for the Holidays:JGL
"Let's wait a bit, see what they do next...."
Doyle fell silent and stared in shock as two of the men dropped to their knees in
front of the other two and engulfed their swollen erections in their mouths. "Fuck,"
he muttered.
"Be good if they did," Bodie murmured.
"What? Bodie!"
"Think about it, Ray........ If they're fucking each other, they're not raping
her...."
Almost unblinkingly they both stared at the men, watching as the two on the ground
sucked the two standing; watched the two standing throw back their heads and cry out
in pleasure. The chanting had stopped, but the frenzy of almost inarticulate cries
filled the air....
"On three," Bodie whispered.......
Keeping Watch:Darby Brennan
Small squares of light betrayed the flats rising into the sky, but apart from that,
it was as if he and Doyle were the only two people in the world. He glanced at him,
enjoying the reassurance of being together in this intimate little world (and).....eyed
him speculatively, with a sudden quiet reflection. They'd shared a few confessions over
the years, a couple of things that had made eyebrows rise before sheepish laugher took
over, and both had gained a shrewd appreciation that Cowley knew a lot more about the
men he partnered then he'd ever let on. Not that he or Doyle had acted upon anything
they had learnt...yet.
A Stirring of Soup:Magenta Blue
...I fixed him with a stare.
“What are you up to?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady when in fact my
insides were shaking like a leaf.
His eyes were boring into my face.
“Are you as thick as you look or what?” he replied.
As soon as I looked at him I had no doubt as to what was on his mind. How many
times had I seen that expression on his face, though never directed at me I must
admit. I could read him like a book. He wanted me, preferably within the next five
minutes judging by the intensity of his gaze.
I was probably opening and closing my mouth like a fish by this time. I certainly
couldn’t think of any smart-arse reply.....I’ve never felt my knees turn to jelly
efore.....Awakening:Sally Fell
And when he looked at Doyle’s face...he didn’t like what he saw....he just wasn’t
Doyle. Certainly he’d gone far undercover before-as he said, he was damn good-but
this...he looked like he wasn’t home at all, just an emotionless shell going
through the motions. His body was there, but his mind... wasn’t. His face tilted
a little towards the light and Bodie caught a glimpse of his eyes. Even from this
distance, he could see the cold, flat stare of them, the way he had shut himself
inside. Bodie didn’t like that, not one bit. Worry tickled his gut.
Doyle could be the most expressive bloke ever. When he shut down like that
- completely shut down, so no emotion reached his face or his eyes whatsoever
- something was wrong.
No Dreams:Hutchynstarsk
The photograph was old, and bent at the corners. Black and white, it still
blazed off the paper, a brilliant moment captured in time.
Two boys, caught in the sunlight. One was Doyle, face perfect, angelic in its
purity.....
Doyle’s hand was shaking again. Bodie looked at him. The contrast in the face
before him and the face in the picture was strong. Doyle - his Doyle - looked
hungry, bitter and old.
He didn’t know what to say, what questions to ask that would unlock the deep unhappiness in front of him.
“Who is he?”
Memory:Murphybabe
"Here's looking at you, kid":the art of observation
As he crossed the hallway, Doyle, in the sitting room, looked up from the magazine
he’d found to read. That was all he did. He looked at Bodie. Just looked, his expression
enigmatic. Bodie in turn stopped, and returned stare for stare, looking right into those
remarkable green eyes.
Eyes like none he had ever seen. The whole world was in those eyes.......
Caught up in the velvet green stare, he found his breath short, his mind short-circuited,
his heart melting and his cock stirring.
Dangerous, this.
Forever True:Fajrdrako (Elizabeth Holden)
....why was Ray glaring at him like an angry tiger?
"Ray?" he said.
"Yeah?" Doyle's gaze was uncommonly direct. Huge green eyes hypnotized, if you let them.
Eyebrows were knit, eyes inimical.
"Still up to the party after?"
"What party?"
"It's New Year's Eve. You forget?"
Ray blinked...."Bloody hell. Is it still?" He hesitated. "You want to go?"
Simple words. But as he said them, he looked again at Bodie, and Bodie realized that the
tiger wasn't angry. The tiger was hungry.
Doyle scowled at him with a voracious stare that devoured him and melted his bones, made
his soul ache, made his mind focus into trembling awareness. The Best:Elizabeth Holden/fajrdrako
....suddenly Bodie's head lifted and he gazed straight into the mirror and then
rapidly scanned the entire room.
Doyle held his breath, expecting and wanting those seeking eyes to find him. But they
didn't. Instead, a closed look came about them, a blankness of expression,
accompanied by the swift jerking of the throat as Bodie swallowed....
as he moved, Bodie's expression changed, and he swept the room again, his eyes
comprehensively searching each face and figure....
Rooted to the spot, Doyle observed sudden awareness on the goodlooking face as the
dark gaze locked with someone out of his vision.
Doyle watched, heart sinking, as the eyes began an absorbed survey of whoever had
caught their interest; they moved very slowly, very clearly over a body, lingering
a little here and there on the way down.Through a Glass Darkly:ET & Rob
"It's just like you to abandon the one who brought
you," Doyle said in that way Bodie could never quite decipher. Was Ray camping it up
or flirting with him? Was there necessarily any difference in the end?
"Oh don't be that way," Bodie said, playing along regardless. "You know you'll
always have my heart."
Doyle seemed to study Bodie, his expression strangely wistful. "Is that all?"
"It's all I have to give you, petal," Bodie said, still unsure of his partner's
intention, and strangely flustered by his regard......"You're not interested in
my lovely body, after all...."
Doyle looked at him for a beat longer....It was as if, during that brief moment,
he had made a conscious decision to follow Bodie's lead. The odd undercurrent
that had been there only seconds before vanished.
May Fair:Ancasta
Doyle turned.....and Bodie watched his hair change colour as the sun drifted in
and out of clouds, and the patterns of moving water rippling across the green of
his eyes; and into his mind came the thought, curiously exact and complete:
I’m going to fall in love with you. And you won’t fight.
Et In Italia Ego: Sebastian
He looked at Bodie and Nicole, entwined....
Does he look like that with me? Doyle wasn’t sure he wanted to think so. As he
watched, Bodie’s fingers ran round to her back.....As he did this, he lifted his
head and faced Doyle, watching him now over her shoulders. He tilted his head,
indicating to him. *Come on*. Doyle remained where he was. He could get through
this - perhaps - if they kept away from each other. He could admire Bodie from a
distance. He could watch. He could watch him with a girl, he realised. Just
couldn’t share. Didn’t want to expose the two of them to another’s gaze, even if
she didn’t know what she was privy to. Didn’t want to be inches from his body and
unable to touch it, to run his fingers and palms over that skin........
Paper Chase:MLMead
....he had thought he knew his partner well enough to be able to pick up on the
smallest signals. But this time Bodie was giving nothing away. They stood face to
face, neither speaking, the tension building palpably between them. At last Bodie
broke the silence.
"So. Maybe you'd like to explain to me what the hell you thought you were playing at?"
Doyle felt his temper rising, curbed it with an effort. He'd give Bodie that one.
He took a few steps towards his partner.... "Look, you're right. I'm sorry, I shouldn't
have gone off like that. It was a spur of the moment thing. And we were meant to be
maintaining radio silence anyway."
The façade cracked, eyes first. Irrelevantly, and not for the first time, Doyle
marvelled at how such an icy blue could project such fire. "Don't give me that,"
Bodie snarled... Resolution:Bistokids
Bodie stared. Arms twined around arms, and legs woven together, muscles straining,
mouths reaching for mouths, and moans loud as fire. It was all there in black and white.
It was grainy, and it was shadowed, and it was unmistakably them. He didn't know
whether to be glad he had copies or whether to cry. "Jesus…"
"Yeah......."
They confirmed one thing. He would never give Doyle up. They were too right together.
Even extortion made them look good.
If There Be Vampires and Werewolves:Slantedlight
Bodie would never admit it to anyone, but he liked
Doyle and the way he moved. Fluid and fast, or swaggering and slow, danger incarnate
or supple and ethereal.... At times, Bodie rather wished they had got off on a better
footing. The man was far more interesting than he had at first assumed. Too
light-framed to be a good fighter, he nevertheless was.....
Doyle was a mystery. He needed figuring out.
Voyages of the CI5:Hutchynstarsk
He woke abruptly, his eyes opening to the thin light of morning, and to Bodie's
own gaze, blue and unwavering...
"You held my hand in hospital," he said huskily, his dreams still sweeping through
him, this one and that one gliding together until they became a single memory, a
single piece of now....
"Physical contact's supposed to be good for..."
"What about kissing me? Was that just physical contact too?" It was strange, seeing
it all together like this, a single solid line to this moment that was so clear, so
pure and clear that he couldn't imagine ever having not known. "And that time when
the roof fell in... you brought me a torch?"
Bodie's lips twisted in a half-smile at that.
"No..." He remembered. "You brought me the moon." Discovered Out Of Context:Slantedlight
"And you fucked him."
Bodie tensed. "What makes you think that?"
"You'd have done it today. And you told me five minutes ago that you thought
you were back there. Seems to indicate that you'd done it before, doesn't it?"
"Twice."
"What about other people?"
"Yeah, I've played the Game with other people. But not like that....."
Doyle stared at him, a look on his face as though he'd never seen Bodie before.
Bodie felt a lump of ice form in his gut as the silence stretched out and
lengthened....he imagined that if he broke eye contact now, Doyle would never
forgive him....
"You know something?" Doyle said at length. "Something really stupid? I was in
love with you. Real, absolute 'til death do us part' love..."
Bodie realised that he was staring at Doyle...
A Few Little Fireworks:Madmogs
He managed to suspend all thought for some time, staring mindlessly at the house
opposite, watching lights go on and off, allowing him to track their movements to
some extent, and providing reassurance that they hadn't slipped out the back
door.....Then, without warning, he found himself remembering the sight of Ray
kneeling before him, Ray sucking him. It was a compelling memory, one he knew
he would never be able to forget. The sort that replays itself over and over,
whether you want it to or not.....
A movement outside and his mind was back on the job. The front door of the house
opposite was opening. A man emerged carrying two large holdalls and took them up
to a car parked near the house....None So Blind:awarrington
He paused a moment when he noticed his nose was about 2 inches from Bodie’s
left knee. There was a spot of raspberry jam on his corduroys, and Ray had an
inexplicable urge to lick it. More to the point, to lick Bodie.
Startled, Ray looked up to see Bodie staring down at him, his expression ruthlessly
neutral, except for his eyes....His eyes made Ray ache in his throat and in his cock.
“Got it bad, huh, Sunshine,” Ray murmured as he slid one hand up Bodie’s thigh, then
gripped the muscular leg. He noted almost clinically that his partner was hard.
Constricted in those tight cords, it couldn’t be comfortable. He moved his hand
over and stroked the bulge gently, soothing the ache. Enfilade-Defilade:Bistokidsfan
Trudging back up the hill behind Bodie, he wondered if staying in CI5 were really
worth the effort. He looked up and saw Bodie pause, his dark form creating an even
darker silhouette against the night sky. Doyle's breath caught in his chest as he
took the image in--Bodie framed by the night, his hair offset by his face, both
ringed in starlight. *This is the world I live in--Bodie and CI5. To have one,
he'd have to conform to the other*. Then he saw Bodie's eyes turn to look down
on him--and felt fear wash through him again....
The Two Trees:Morgan Dawn
I knew he was do-able the first time I set eyes on him......
I started to catch myself watching him. We'd be out on an obbo somewhere, stuck
in some poor sod's bedroom or jammed into the Transit and I wouldn't be watching out
for the madman of the week - I'd be watching him. His hands on the binoculars, the
flash of white nape over his collar as he bent his head. And his mouth, always his mouth.
I started to dream about that mouth.
This went on for what seemed like ages and then, about six months ago, it all came
to a head....
Watching His Mouth:Georgina Kirrin
Doyle leant forward to say goodbye....and Bodie was suddenly, acutely and rather
uncomfortably, aware of his partner. It was no wonder the ladies swooned over him -
it wasn’t that he was classically handsome; his good looks were rough, and imperfect,
from his messed-up brown curls to his big, intense eyes, his flawed but engaging smile;
from the slim yet muscular arms and torso, the narrow waist and hips, the almost feminine
curve of his lower back and the exquisite little backside that Bodie had always envied,
to the long, slim legs and the size nine feet fetchingly clad in brown leather.
The way he was leaning just then, turned slightly sideways, accentuated everything that
was good about Ray Doyle’s looks. In fact, if Doyle had been a woman, Bodie would have
sworn that pose was flirtatious: an unmistakeable come-hither look.
In The Interest of Bodie and Doyle:SBN3745
Bodie watches him. He is interested now. He has given Doyle one tiny push, and it
is as if he has pulled the tail of a friendly but high-tempered Siamese cat. The
creature is alert, fur rising. Ready to give him the benefit of the doubt for now, or
to take his throat out in one swipe if he repeat-offends... Just a Stepney beat-copper,
he reminds himself. No good. He lets his gaze settle on the damaged left cheekbone,
the place where it looks as if he's been smashed and reconstructed. "Doesn't that ever
bother you?"
Doyle lifts an eyebrow. He pauses for a moment……and lets his own gaze focus on a point
just over Bodie's right shoulder. "Not any more. Doesn't that bother you......that
bloody great chip? Must weigh a ton." Painted Angels:Angelfish
Doyle had been in the room when Bodie had been introduced to Neave’s six man cell.
Not by so much as the flick of an eyelash did he indicate he’d ever laid eyes on Bodie
before. Well, fair enough. It was as much as both their lives were worth, but Bodie was
used to knowing Doyle’s thoughts whether they spoke or not. He couldn’t read this Doyle
at all......When Doyle had spoken in that soft lilting voice about the bombs they would
plant and the death and destruction they would bring, a chill had slithered down Bodie’s
spine. When Doyle’s eyes had met his, they’d been hard and green as any emerald on any
isle. It was at that point the treacherous thought had entered Bodie’s head that perhaps
Doyle had cut it a bit close deliberately.
A terrible, treacherous thought.....
Home for the Holidays:JGL
"Let's wait a bit, see what they do next...."
Doyle fell silent and stared in shock as two of the men dropped to their knees in
front of the other two and engulfed their swollen erections in their mouths. "Fuck,"
he muttered.
"Be good if they did," Bodie murmured.
"What? Bodie!"
"Think about it, Ray........ If they're fucking each other, they're not raping
her...."
Almost unblinkingly they both stared at the men, watching as the two on the ground
sucked the two standing; watched the two standing throw back their heads and cry out
in pleasure. The chanting had stopped, but the frenzy of almost inarticulate cries
filled the air....
"On three," Bodie whispered.......
Keeping Watch:Darby Brennan
Small squares of light betrayed the flats rising into the sky, but apart from that,
it was as if he and Doyle were the only two people in the world. He glanced at him,
enjoying the reassurance of being together in this intimate little world (and).....eyed
him speculatively, with a sudden quiet reflection. They'd shared a few confessions over
the years, a couple of things that had made eyebrows rise before sheepish laugher took
over, and both had gained a shrewd appreciation that Cowley knew a lot more about the
men he partnered then he'd ever let on. Not that he or Doyle had acted upon anything
they had learnt...yet.
A Stirring of Soup:Magenta Blue
...I fixed him with a stare.
“What are you up to?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady when in fact my
insides were shaking like a leaf.
His eyes were boring into my face.
“Are you as thick as you look or what?” he replied.
As soon as I looked at him I had no doubt as to what was on his mind. How many
times had I seen that expression on his face, though never directed at me I must
admit. I could read him like a book. He wanted me, preferably within the next five
minutes judging by the intensity of his gaze.
I was probably opening and closing my mouth like a fish by this time. I certainly
couldn’t think of any smart-arse reply.....I’ve never felt my knees turn to jelly
efore.....Awakening:Sally Fell
And when he looked at Doyle’s face...he didn’t like what he saw....he just wasn’t
Doyle. Certainly he’d gone far undercover before-as he said, he was damn good-but
this...he looked like he wasn’t home at all, just an emotionless shell going
through the motions. His body was there, but his mind... wasn’t. His face tilted
a little towards the light and Bodie caught a glimpse of his eyes. Even from this
distance, he could see the cold, flat stare of them, the way he had shut himself
inside. Bodie didn’t like that, not one bit. Worry tickled his gut.
Doyle could be the most expressive bloke ever. When he shut down like that
- completely shut down, so no emotion reached his face or his eyes whatsoever
- something was wrong.
No Dreams:Hutchynstarsk
The photograph was old, and bent at the corners. Black and white, it still
blazed off the paper, a brilliant moment captured in time.
Two boys, caught in the sunlight. One was Doyle, face perfect, angelic in its
purity.....
Doyle’s hand was shaking again. Bodie looked at him. The contrast in the face
before him and the face in the picture was strong. Doyle - his Doyle - looked
hungry, bitter and old.
He didn’t know what to say, what questions to ask that would unlock the deep unhappiness in front of him.
“Who is he?”
Memory:Murphybabe