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A Pros Snippet
by Lianne Burwell
February 1998
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Ray Doyle was about ready to explode. His partner, the beautiful bastard, 
was obviously trying to drive him completely round the bend.

First it was the touching. Bodie had been constantly touching him all 
day. *Everywhere*. He had spent the day in a constant simmer, wanting 
only to get his partner alone so that he could jump the gorgeous sod.

But, in direct contrast, Bodie had spent the day doing his level best to 
cheese him off. Every time he opened his mouth it was to criticize him. 
Complaining about Ray's work performance. Pointing out any mistakes, real 
or imagined. Always saying how he could do it better. Finally Doyle had 
snapped at him to just "Bleedin' shut up!"

Surprisingly, he had.

Now, at the end of the day, they were back at Ray's flat. He had cooked 
dinner, like he usually did. Nothing fancy, since he was still pissed off. 
Bodie had spent the entire meal, and the time spent on the couch, when 
they were supposed to be watching a movie, staring at Doyle. Staring, 
with great heat. Heat designed to arouse. Like he was eating the other 
man with his eyes. Doyle was ready to tear his clothes off and *beg* 
Bodie to fuck him.

Bodie did that very well. Hard, when Ray wanted it hard. Slow and gentle 
when he wanted it that way. Ray had never had a more satisfying physical 
relationship in his life.

So what was the sunofabitch doing? Putting on his coat!

"Where in hell are you going?"

"Home, sunshine. It's been a long day and I need me beauty sleep."

"You can't be serious!"

"Why not?"

Finally Ray snapped. He grabbed the expensive leather jacket from the 
other man's hands and tossed it in the corner. Then he started dragging 
him towards the bedroom.

"Ray, I'm really not in the mood tonight."

"Shut up!" came the hissed response. "You've been doing your best to get 
me worked up all day. Well I am, so you'll just have to deal with it." He 
tossed Bodie onto the bed. "Teasing me." He tore his own clothes off and 
landed on top of the bigger man before he could roll away. "Flaunting." 
He kissed the man hard, drawing blood. "Then you want to just leave?" He 
pulled Bodie's clothes off, ignoring the ripping of strained seams and 
zippers.

He flipped his partner onto his stomach, roughly. "So fine! You don't 
want to fuck me? Then I'll fuck you!" He grabbed the half-empty tube of 
cream from the bedside and slathered some on his painful erection. He 
then used two fingers to push some into Bodie, not bothering to be gentle 
about it. "Hope you're ready, *sunshine*, 'cause here I come."

He thrust fully into Bodie, then froze at the sensation. He'd never 
topped a man before and he hadn't expected just how hot and tight it 
would be. Bodie arched under him, crying out at the suddenness of the 
penetration. Ray held still, trying to control his breathing, until the 
other man started to writhe. "Damnit, if you're going to fuck me, then 
*move*!"

At that, Ray let go of his control. He began to thrust, harder and 
harder, until he was pounding the other man into the mattress. Bodie just 
yelled for him to do it *harder*, do it *faster*.

Then he thrust, as far in as he could reach, and froze as his orgasm hit. 
He could feel Bodie's ass clenching around him, as the other man fell 
over the edge as well. He collapsed across the broad back, his vision 
greying out.

* * * * *

When he came to again, he was clean and cuddled in Bodie's arms.

"I.. didn't hurt you, did I?"

"No! Was bloody marvelous, actually." Ray could hear the satisfaction in 
the voice.

"Why?"

"Hmmm?"

"Why'd you push me all day. Could've hurt you!"

"Was tired of waiting for you to fuck me. Don't want to be on top all the 
time! I like bein' fucked too, y'know. But you never seemed to want to 
have me, instead of the other way round. Decided to see if I could *push* 
you into doin' me."

Ray chuckled, low and earthy. "Careful, sunshine, or you might just find 
yourself on the bottom *all* the time."

"Sounds good to me."

Lips brushed at Ray's forehead, and he drifted off to sleep.