Prosfic - Off to the Country by Slantedlight
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byslantedlightThe nice thing about trains is that you're just sitting there, and apparently it is possible to write Prosfic on a smartphone. Not long Prosfic, but here's a wee something that kept me going between London and Somerset. I thought it might be longer, but actually I re-read it this morning when I paused to check that it still existed (yeay, lj saves posts between smartphone and laptop!) and I think it can count as done. It's nothing astounding, but - hey, I wrote wee Prosfic... *g* And it's dedicated to the girls from the weekend, and to meetings at a certain pub - ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
heliophile_oxon, macklingirl, potztausend, kiwisue, agent_talis and (surprise guest!) helenraven.
Off to the Country
by Slantedlight
The world rushed past outside the train in blurs of green and yellow and sky blue, cut by darker lines of trees and bushes, dotted white now and then with sheep, or brown with cows. The country, free of smoke and smog and general villainy, so that Doyle wanted to take a deep breath and stretch with the joy of it.
Beside him there was a minor earthquake of discontent, and a heavy sigh huffed into his ear.
"Dunno why we couldn't take the car," Bodie said yet again, shifting in his seat yet again. His arm fell on the middle arm rest, and Doyle moved his own irritably, good mood interrupted. Again.
"Ask Cowley," he suggested. "'e's the one confiscated your keys."
"Could have taken yours."
"Not with that clutch - I want that fixed before it cuts out on us in the middle of Hammersmith Bridge again!"
Bodie smiled suddenly. "Oh I dunno, it's quite cosy in the Blue Anchor. John's a busy bloke, can't expect him to drop everything and bring the tow truck when..."
"Yeah, yeah," said Doyle, who'd heard that line of reasoning before. "Wasn't your grass who vanished off to Spain early, was it?" Not that he hadn't appreciated the hour's break himself, crushed up against Bodie's solidly muscled shoulders, their thighs pressed warmly together, a couple of pints in hand. Almost like an early start to their weekend away, except for Cowley's rollicking in between.
Bodie, Doyle noticed, was looking nostalgic and smug. Dangerous, that.
"Remind me again why we're not taking your motor?" he asked. Keep him off-balance, that was it. He wasn't going to be sucked into...
Sucked.
Bloody Bodie.
"Wasn't my fault its the end of their month,"Bodie complained, as Doyle had known he would.
"Four parking tickets! In one day? The Cow won't wear that, not even for his blue eyed boy!"
"Ah, but you'll always be my green-eyed boy," Bodie said, reaching over to pat his leg comfortingly, and despite himself Doyle's heart gave an extra thump against his ribs.
"Berk," he said loudly, intercepting a couple of overly-interested looks from the two older women across the aisle. "Why don't you go an' get us some sandwiches or something?"
"At British Rail prices? Not unless you're paying. Besides, I thought you said the girls were putting dinner on for us?"
"Judy's mum is," Doyle said, and squashed down his errant, treacherous heart. It was the girls they were going down for after all, for a weekend of fishing and riding and rolling in beds with feather mattresses. With the girls.
The train was coming into a station, and the tannoy began to hiss in anticipation.
"That's alright then." Bodie leaned back against the backrest and stretched, arms reaching up towards the luggage racks, legs straight out under the seat in front of him. He lifted himself entirely upwards as he did it, so that Doyle's eyes were drawn down to his groin, to the soft brown fabric of his cords, stretched tight and taut against...
Doyle shifted his gaze away, and Bodie met his eyes, winked at him, and smiled a slow, warm smile.
Dangerous, that.
"Right," Bodie said. "Shift yourself Raymond - you can come and buy me a drink from the buffet. I'm going to need my energy this weekend, and so are you. Let's get some practice in."
Doyle found himself getting up and following Bodie down the carriage in the direction of the buffet. In the direction of the tiny compartment that was the train's loo. Outside the countryside was rushing past, all green grass and blue sky, but in front of him Bodie was looking back at him as he strode on, balancing himself on chair backs against the swaying of the carriage, with the same warm smile, and a kind of glee in his eyes.
Dangerous, that - but then wasn't that what they lived for, what they both lived for?
May 2018
And now I'm off to another city for the weekend - well, Cambridge for a couple of days, and then a detour west before heading further west back home. I'm driving though, and they rather frown on writing Prosfic on mobile phones while you're doing that...
heliophile_oxon, macklingirl, potztausend, kiwisue, agent_talis and (surprise guest!) helenraven.Off to the Country
by Slantedlight
The world rushed past outside the train in blurs of green and yellow and sky blue, cut by darker lines of trees and bushes, dotted white now and then with sheep, or brown with cows. The country, free of smoke and smog and general villainy, so that Doyle wanted to take a deep breath and stretch with the joy of it.
Beside him there was a minor earthquake of discontent, and a heavy sigh huffed into his ear.
"Dunno why we couldn't take the car," Bodie said yet again, shifting in his seat yet again. His arm fell on the middle arm rest, and Doyle moved his own irritably, good mood interrupted. Again.
"Ask Cowley," he suggested. "'e's the one confiscated your keys."
"Could have taken yours."
"Not with that clutch - I want that fixed before it cuts out on us in the middle of Hammersmith Bridge again!"
Bodie smiled suddenly. "Oh I dunno, it's quite cosy in the Blue Anchor. John's a busy bloke, can't expect him to drop everything and bring the tow truck when..."
"Yeah, yeah," said Doyle, who'd heard that line of reasoning before. "Wasn't your grass who vanished off to Spain early, was it?" Not that he hadn't appreciated the hour's break himself, crushed up against Bodie's solidly muscled shoulders, their thighs pressed warmly together, a couple of pints in hand. Almost like an early start to their weekend away, except for Cowley's rollicking in between.
Bodie, Doyle noticed, was looking nostalgic and smug. Dangerous, that.
"Remind me again why we're not taking your motor?" he asked. Keep him off-balance, that was it. He wasn't going to be sucked into...
Sucked.
Bloody Bodie.
"Wasn't my fault its the end of their month,"Bodie complained, as Doyle had known he would.
"Four parking tickets! In one day? The Cow won't wear that, not even for his blue eyed boy!"
"Ah, but you'll always be my green-eyed boy," Bodie said, reaching over to pat his leg comfortingly, and despite himself Doyle's heart gave an extra thump against his ribs.
"Berk," he said loudly, intercepting a couple of overly-interested looks from the two older women across the aisle. "Why don't you go an' get us some sandwiches or something?"
"At British Rail prices? Not unless you're paying. Besides, I thought you said the girls were putting dinner on for us?"
"Judy's mum is," Doyle said, and squashed down his errant, treacherous heart. It was the girls they were going down for after all, for a weekend of fishing and riding and rolling in beds with feather mattresses. With the girls.
The train was coming into a station, and the tannoy began to hiss in anticipation.
"That's alright then." Bodie leaned back against the backrest and stretched, arms reaching up towards the luggage racks, legs straight out under the seat in front of him. He lifted himself entirely upwards as he did it, so that Doyle's eyes were drawn down to his groin, to the soft brown fabric of his cords, stretched tight and taut against...
Doyle shifted his gaze away, and Bodie met his eyes, winked at him, and smiled a slow, warm smile.
Dangerous, that.
"Right," Bodie said. "Shift yourself Raymond - you can come and buy me a drink from the buffet. I'm going to need my energy this weekend, and so are you. Let's get some practice in."
Doyle found himself getting up and following Bodie down the carriage in the direction of the buffet. In the direction of the tiny compartment that was the train's loo. Outside the countryside was rushing past, all green grass and blue sky, but in front of him Bodie was looking back at him as he strode on, balancing himself on chair backs against the swaying of the carriage, with the same warm smile, and a kind of glee in his eyes.
Dangerous, that - but then wasn't that what they lived for, what they both lived for?
May 2018
And now I'm off to another city for the weekend - well, Cambridge for a couple of days, and then a detour west before heading further west back home. I'm driving though, and they rather frown on writing Prosfic on mobile phones while you're doing that...
