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crack_van2012-04-09 07:50 am
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Pleasure Bent, by Sebastian
Fandom: THE PROFESSIONALS
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Length: 3500 words, 21kb.
Author on LJ: Not on LJ
Author Website: Sebastian at zeropanic.net
Why this must be read:
So much of Sebastian's work has been recommended on the crack_van that I was surprised to find that this hadn't been. But much that has been recommended is at the darker end of Sebastian's output. This is the opposite: a brief fantasy of a more... undamaged, less burdened Bodie and Doyle than in stories like Wonderful Tonight. It's tender, and erotic, and sweet, and the writing is fluid and vivid.
Doyle is nosing around Bodie's flat while Bodie is cooking. He finds both a copy of Zipper and a set of wooden beads, the nature of which he needs explaining.
Doyle was still looking at him most unintelligently. "You in the flesh, and the ladies still need these? I dunno. I'm disappointed in you," he jibed and opened his mouth wide to sink his teeth into his stolen sausage.
"Not for ladies, dumbo," Bodie told him with gentle, pleasurable condescension. "Men."
The sausage got swallowed.
Bodie dealt with that by the simple expedient of pounding Doyle on the back until it flew out again. "Messy little bugger," he observed, bending resignedly to dispose of the shredded evidence. "Bloody good job you weren't born royal."
Doyle had abandoned all interest in sausages. "You mean - " His eyes were huge, his mouth a round O of shock. He was still coughing, spasmodically, but seemed unaware of this.
Bodie met his gaze. "Yeah."
"But - where do you - " he said, delicately.
Bodie gave him a straight look. "Doyle, nobody's this thick."
Doyle exhaled long and loud, through pursed lips. "Bit kinky, innit?"
He eyed the objects in a totally new light; wary fascination. Then, slyly eyeing Bodie: "What does it feel like?"
What does it feel like? - that's Doyle all over in this story, which is a story for anyone who enjoys Doyle-as-sensualist imagery: lush, dishevelled, dopey on Sundays, "shivering with tension, every nerve sweet"... and look out for the flower!
Pleasure Bent, by Sebastian (circuit archive)
Pleasure Bent, by Sebastian (the Hatstand)
(PS Sorry for erratic posting last week: expect more frequent recs from now on!)
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Length: 3500 words, 21kb.
Author on LJ: Not on LJ
Author Website: Sebastian at zeropanic.net
Why this must be read:
So much of Sebastian's work has been recommended on the crack_van that I was surprised to find that this hadn't been. But much that has been recommended is at the darker end of Sebastian's output. This is the opposite: a brief fantasy of a more... undamaged, less burdened Bodie and Doyle than in stories like Wonderful Tonight. It's tender, and erotic, and sweet, and the writing is fluid and vivid.
Doyle is nosing around Bodie's flat while Bodie is cooking. He finds both a copy of Zipper and a set of wooden beads, the nature of which he needs explaining.
Doyle was still looking at him most unintelligently. "You in the flesh, and the ladies still need these? I dunno. I'm disappointed in you," he jibed and opened his mouth wide to sink his teeth into his stolen sausage.
"Not for ladies, dumbo," Bodie told him with gentle, pleasurable condescension. "Men."
The sausage got swallowed.
Bodie dealt with that by the simple expedient of pounding Doyle on the back until it flew out again. "Messy little bugger," he observed, bending resignedly to dispose of the shredded evidence. "Bloody good job you weren't born royal."
Doyle had abandoned all interest in sausages. "You mean - " His eyes were huge, his mouth a round O of shock. He was still coughing, spasmodically, but seemed unaware of this.
Bodie met his gaze. "Yeah."
"But - where do you - " he said, delicately.
Bodie gave him a straight look. "Doyle, nobody's this thick."
Doyle exhaled long and loud, through pursed lips. "Bit kinky, innit?"
He eyed the objects in a totally new light; wary fascination. Then, slyly eyeing Bodie: "What does it feel like?"
What does it feel like? - that's Doyle all over in this story, which is a story for anyone who enjoys Doyle-as-sensualist imagery: lush, dishevelled, dopey on Sundays, "shivering with tension, every nerve sweet"... and look out for the flower!
Pleasure Bent, by Sebastian (circuit archive)
Pleasure Bent, by Sebastian (the Hatstand)
(PS Sorry for erratic posting last week: expect more frequent recs from now on!)