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To the Sea by PFL (Adult)
Fandom: THE PROFESSIONALS
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Length: ~5.100 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
msmoat
Author Website: AO3, The Circuit Archive, The Automatic Hatstand
Why this must be read:
What do we have in this story? Well, we have Bodie, who fancies Ray, and Ray who fancies Bodie. At least, that's how Bodie see it. But then, when Bodie acts on it, he's surprised by Ray's reaction: Ray loves him.
Bodie's avoidance to any commitment is challenged by Doyle's love. And then, Ray is injured after an op goes wrong.
PFL's writing is beautiful, and you can see how beautiful here:
He watched as Doyle walked towards him. Doyle's gun was back in its holster, like a sheathed sword, like Doyle himself—deadly potential under a decorative cover. Only a few dared to unleash it. "Ray."
Doyle stopped. "Leave it out, Bodie."
He moved towards Doyle, who stood his ground. "But I know you." He put his hand on Doyle's chest. "You've thought about it, haven't you? You and me?" He stepped in closer. The beat of desire was in his body, augmented by adrenaline. "We've seen each other in action." And when Doyle opened his mouth, Bodie moved in, pressing his lips to Doyle's. At first there was no reaction, and then it was as if Doyle came alive in his hands, like a sudden spark, a flame. Bodie moaned and pressed even closer—but Doyle pulled back, wrenched his mouth from Bodie's.
"Don't." Yet Doyle's voice lacked strength, and he didn't move away.
Bodie cupped Doyle's head, his thumb traced his mouth. "I want you."
"Cowley—"
"Isn't here." He leaned close. "It's just us. Just today." His other hand found Doyle's cock. "Just—"
"No. Dammit." Doyle stiff-armed him, and turned away.
"Why?"
Doyle looked at him as if he were mad.
Bodie crossed his arms. "Don't try and tell me you don't fancy the idea."
"It's not worth it." Doyle started pacing, moving towards the window.
"But we both know you want it."
"You want it."
"In sync as always. Tell me why I can't have it, then."
"Don't push it." Doyle reached the wall and turned back. His face was set, guarded as if he were on the job.
"Okay." He looked down, then up, and purposefully relaxed his stance. "Just...tell me why, Ray. The truth?" He said it softly. He said it in just the right way to get under Doyle's guard.
Doyle turned and stood still, as if at bay. The sun lit the room from behind him. Their eyes met. "I love you."
Bodie blinked, and wiped all expression from his face.
Doyle swung around to the window. His back was straight, but his arms were folded tightly around himself.
Bodie turned on his heel and left the attic.
Yes, I know! You want more. So, go to To the Sea by PFL, and enjoy this great story. And let PFL know how much you like it.
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Length: ~5.100 words
Author on LJ:
msmoatAuthor Website: AO3, The Circuit Archive, The Automatic Hatstand
Why this must be read:
What do we have in this story? Well, we have Bodie, who fancies Ray, and Ray who fancies Bodie. At least, that's how Bodie see it. But then, when Bodie acts on it, he's surprised by Ray's reaction: Ray loves him.
Bodie's avoidance to any commitment is challenged by Doyle's love. And then, Ray is injured after an op goes wrong.
PFL's writing is beautiful, and you can see how beautiful here:
He watched as Doyle walked towards him. Doyle's gun was back in its holster, like a sheathed sword, like Doyle himself—deadly potential under a decorative cover. Only a few dared to unleash it. "Ray."
Doyle stopped. "Leave it out, Bodie."
He moved towards Doyle, who stood his ground. "But I know you." He put his hand on Doyle's chest. "You've thought about it, haven't you? You and me?" He stepped in closer. The beat of desire was in his body, augmented by adrenaline. "We've seen each other in action." And when Doyle opened his mouth, Bodie moved in, pressing his lips to Doyle's. At first there was no reaction, and then it was as if Doyle came alive in his hands, like a sudden spark, a flame. Bodie moaned and pressed even closer—but Doyle pulled back, wrenched his mouth from Bodie's.
"Don't." Yet Doyle's voice lacked strength, and he didn't move away.
Bodie cupped Doyle's head, his thumb traced his mouth. "I want you."
"Cowley—"
"Isn't here." He leaned close. "It's just us. Just today." His other hand found Doyle's cock. "Just—"
"No. Dammit." Doyle stiff-armed him, and turned away.
"Why?"
Doyle looked at him as if he were mad.
Bodie crossed his arms. "Don't try and tell me you don't fancy the idea."
"It's not worth it." Doyle started pacing, moving towards the window.
"But we both know you want it."
"You want it."
"In sync as always. Tell me why I can't have it, then."
"Don't push it." Doyle reached the wall and turned back. His face was set, guarded as if he were on the job.
"Okay." He looked down, then up, and purposefully relaxed his stance. "Just...tell me why, Ray. The truth?" He said it softly. He said it in just the right way to get under Doyle's guard.
Doyle turned and stood still, as if at bay. The sun lit the room from behind him. Their eyes met. "I love you."
Bodie blinked, and wiped all expression from his face.
Doyle swung around to the window. His back was straight, but his arms were folded tightly around himself.
Bodie turned on his heel and left the attic.
Yes, I know! You want more. So, go to To the Sea by PFL, and enjoy this great story. And let PFL know how much you like it.