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Brethren of the Coast by Rebelcat, NC-17
With apologies to you all who were eagerly awaiting Pros Recs this month, it seems that getting married and its aftermath is a little more stressful and time-consuming than I originally thought. So, with only two days to go, it looks like I'm only going to be able to fit in my contractual minimum this month, which is a shame as there's many fabulous stories I won't be able to fit in.
But enough about me, here's the first rec.
Fandom: THE PROFESSIONALS
Pairing: Bodie/Ray Doyle
Length: 7,300 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
myrebelcat
Author Website: Rebelcat's The Professionals Stories
Why this must be read:
Not an AU, but an extended metaphor, Rebelcat seamlessly weaves the risks and uncertainties of the day-to-day CI5 existence with the risks and uncertainties of falling in love, with added pirates (because everything is better with pirates!) It's a right rollicking read, with possibly one of the most (deliberately) laugh-out-loud sex scenes in the fandom.
Extract:
Bodie passed his bedroom door, on the way to the bathroom. He was muttering to himself, an unusual enough event that Doyle woke up a bit more, and tried to listen in.
But all he caught was, "...ships that pass in the night..."
Poetry.
Daft romantic, that was Bodie.
He ought to be out there making it up with his bird, not trying to work his way into Doyle's bed. No, what he and Bodie had was just matey friendship... the sort where you relied on your mate for your life and sanity, true, but still just... Only Doyle had to stop there, because he honestly didn't know what was "just" about their relationship.
Bodie's words combined with Doyle's half dreaming state to give him a strange mental image of two boats -- ocean going, old fashioned warships -- vying for the same berth, wooden sides collapsing as they collided, taking out most of the dock with them. Sinking. It wasn't too late. He could still call the whole thing off.
Doyle listened to Bodie mucking around in the bathroom, opening cupboards, no doubt looking for the Vaseline - though I never said I would, pretty sure I won't -- and felt his exhaustion, a sour feeling mixed with reluctant affection.
Deliberately, Doyle let himself fall asleep.
He half-woke at the sound of the bathroom door, the bottom edge scraping against the warped floorboards. He listened as Bodie's footsteps neared his room, and paused in the doorway. Doyle lay still, his eyes closed. I'm asleep. Go away. Drive yourself home, call back that girlfriend, leave me alone. After a moment he felt the bed sink under Bodie's weight. Heard Bodie sigh as he lay down beside him, carefully not touching, but claiming that half of the bed regardless.
The sour feeling in Doyle's gut turned to something sharper. My life, my house, my bed -- what gives him the right...?
If the third time was lucky, then this campaign needed to stop right here and now. Bodie might have broadsided Doyle's ship once and it was undeniable that Doyle had been the one who shanghaied him the second time, but there wasn't going to be a third time. Absolutely not.
Because a third time might lead to the ships docking together permanently and Doyle knew he couldn't cope with that. The distance they had between them was perfect. Mates. Close, but not so close that Doyle couldn't still pull up anchor when he needed to.
Brethren of the Coast
But enough about me, here's the first rec.
Fandom: THE PROFESSIONALS
Pairing: Bodie/Ray Doyle
Length: 7,300 words
Author on LJ:
myrebelcatAuthor Website: Rebelcat's The Professionals Stories
Why this must be read:
Not an AU, but an extended metaphor, Rebelcat seamlessly weaves the risks and uncertainties of the day-to-day CI5 existence with the risks and uncertainties of falling in love, with added pirates (because everything is better with pirates!) It's a right rollicking read, with possibly one of the most (deliberately) laugh-out-loud sex scenes in the fandom.
Extract:
Bodie passed his bedroom door, on the way to the bathroom. He was muttering to himself, an unusual enough event that Doyle woke up a bit more, and tried to listen in.
But all he caught was, "...ships that pass in the night..."
Poetry.
Daft romantic, that was Bodie.
He ought to be out there making it up with his bird, not trying to work his way into Doyle's bed. No, what he and Bodie had was just matey friendship... the sort where you relied on your mate for your life and sanity, true, but still just... Only Doyle had to stop there, because he honestly didn't know what was "just" about their relationship.
Bodie's words combined with Doyle's half dreaming state to give him a strange mental image of two boats -- ocean going, old fashioned warships -- vying for the same berth, wooden sides collapsing as they collided, taking out most of the dock with them. Sinking. It wasn't too late. He could still call the whole thing off.
Doyle listened to Bodie mucking around in the bathroom, opening cupboards, no doubt looking for the Vaseline - though I never said I would, pretty sure I won't -- and felt his exhaustion, a sour feeling mixed with reluctant affection.
Deliberately, Doyle let himself fall asleep.
He half-woke at the sound of the bathroom door, the bottom edge scraping against the warped floorboards. He listened as Bodie's footsteps neared his room, and paused in the doorway. Doyle lay still, his eyes closed. I'm asleep. Go away. Drive yourself home, call back that girlfriend, leave me alone. After a moment he felt the bed sink under Bodie's weight. Heard Bodie sigh as he lay down beside him, carefully not touching, but claiming that half of the bed regardless.
The sour feeling in Doyle's gut turned to something sharper. My life, my house, my bed -- what gives him the right...?
If the third time was lucky, then this campaign needed to stop right here and now. Bodie might have broadsided Doyle's ship once and it was undeniable that Doyle had been the one who shanghaied him the second time, but there wasn't going to be a third time. Absolutely not.
Because a third time might lead to the ships docking together permanently and Doyle knew he couldn't cope with that. The distance they had between them was perfect. Mates. Close, but not so close that Doyle couldn't still pull up anchor when he needed to.
Brethren of the Coast