The Pros Slash Proliferation Challenge - Day One
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ci5hq - post some Pros Slash in your journal every day for seven days!
For Day One, slash inspired by random Professionals Insight trivia:
"Out of 57 episodes, in only 6 did Bodie and Doyle manage to stay in the same clothes from start to finish."
Obviously, what I'd like to know is what happened to their clothes that they needed to change them so often? Okay, I admit, this is probably a bit of a carry-over from all that writing about the hole in Doyle's jeans, but... well it's all very inspiring, innit? *g*
M.Fae Glasgow has a suggestion, in Own Goal:
"The crowd were making loud booings at the English back, while Doyle was making some loud noises into his personal Englishman's back. He could feel himself on Bodie's skin, the shirt and jacket tucked down over him to keep the heat in and to hold him snug and tight. Bodie's skin was satin smooth, the shirt crisp cotton, contrast for his cock. He nibbled on Bodie's neck, enjoying the taste of him, enjoying the smell of him - loving that he was doing this out in the open, in public, a huge crowd unwitting witnesses to him and Bodie..."
From Maggie Hall's "Facets ii: Stolen Moments" in Nudge Nudge Wink Wink 3":
"Betty's right outside the door..."
"Then you'll have to be quiet for once in your life." The shirt was loose; he shoved his hands up under it and pressed his palms flat against hot, hard flesh. He shivered, and painfully bit back a groan as Ray's muscles tensed under his hands. The thought that someone might hear thrilled and terrified, and sent a surge of tight heat through his groin. He opened the button and zip, peeling the denim down slim hips. "I'm sucking you, I'm fucking you. 'S been too long."...
... He thrust one long, last time, and came with the silence that the fear of discovery and death had taught him, years ago. He thought his chest would explode with the need to yell. His muscles were liquid with pleasure...
"Pull youself together, Bodie," Doyle growled. "It's fuckin' three o clock. We've got to look normal now." ...Bodie stared and panted. Ray was already dragging up his jeans, tucking himself haphazardly back in and zipping up..."
From Sebastian's The Anniversary:
Oh, beautiful. He wanted to talk to him, tell him about the excitement, the tenderness set loose and coursing through him alongside the fierce arousal, but Doyle's gentle fingers touching his hair told him that he knew, anyway. He slipped his hand down Doyle's front, rubbed his navel with the palm of his hand, Doyle so warm and pleasant to every sense that even so innocent a touching was nearly enough. Doyle was quiet, still, giving him freedom to explore; but suddenly and unaccountably shy, Bodie left his hand where it was, fingers just dipping beneath the waistband of the trousers, one fingertip on an intriguing prickle of hair. His other hand travelled on over the sharp upthrust of the hip, slipped down the material to bare Doyle's rounded rump. Dark and shielded by covers, his mind supplied the images transferred from his gliding palm; Doyle swathed only partly in material, most of him free and bared, and excitingly, beautifully naked. Bodie lingered, exploring him with the flat of his hand, and then fingertips, which dipped into the cleft there which opened for him, dark and slickly velvet.
I need--
Doyle's hands urged him on, and carefully, almost clumsily, Bodie moved so he was lying on top of his smaller mate, pressing him into the bed, his lips against the warm skin of Doyle's throat. Just daring to touch and be touched in this way, the newness of it all; so close in this very sexual, oddly innocent way: it took no more than that. After a few moments Doyle arched, his body taut, trembling; and there was a sudden wet warmth, spreading between them as Doyle muffled his whimper against Bodie's cheek, and Bodie clenched his eyes shut very tightly and let it spill out, let his own warm seed pulse from him in warm waves of soft, easy pleasure so sweet he wanted to cry out but Doyle's mouth was there, stopping his lips....
Warm, and comfortable; Bodie was half-aware of being tensed for the aftermath rejection so characteristic of nearly every woman he had bedded, dashing to the bathroom to wash his private precious wetness from them as if it were dirty: but Doyle was quiet, just letting him be there, accepting him; Doyle wet and sticky with their moisture but not fussed about it, content to let it lie on his skin.
They had shifted so Bodie was lying between Doyle's thighs; lean and muscular they pressed once around his own legs, a gesture of reassurance; it's okay, I'm here, I'm okay. Doyle's pyjamas being still tangled down around his calves, Bodie's thigh was pressing against the tender softness of Doyle's sticky genitals; Jesus Christ but they were going to be a sight in the morning, Doyle covered in dried white streaks from belly to groin. Bet it's all over his pyjama top as well.
From Carodee's Firestarter:
"All right. Look. Bring your knees up. That'll keep your front warm."
"Ow, ow. Can't. My trousers are too tight."
"Could have told you that."
"Shut up. Wait. Okay. Yeah, that's better."
"Ray, did you just unzip?"
"...no."
"You telling me that was why they were too tight?"
"Shuddup."
"Because you told me Stafford's sister came on to you and you had to lull her suspicions. So you, you randy old goat, haven't any excuse."
"Yeah, well, if someone wasn't poking me in the backside...."
"Why, Ray, I had no idea."
"So help me, Bodie."
"I mean, this is so sudden."
"I'm warning you."
"You should have said something, sweetheart. Ow! Bloody hell, Ray."
"Warned you, didn't I?"
"I was just joking around. Don't be so sensitive."
"It's embarrassing enough, as it is."
"Sorry. At least, we're both embarrassed. Two manly blokes like us."
...
"Ah, don't go sulking. Was just a joke."
"Bodie, I'm not in the mood. My head hurts, I'm cold, and I'm too wound up to sleep."
"No wonder you're so cranky. Here, hang on."
"Bodie! What the hell are you doing?"
"Have you sweet-tempered in no time. Better than a sleeping pill, this is."
"No! You can't...."
"Do squirm around a bit more, would you? It's inspiring."
"Damn it, Bodie. Stop it."
"Shhhh. Relax, Ray. Just a helping hand. That's all."
"Bodie...."
"It'll distract us both from the cold. Let me."
...
Apparently The greatest number of changes of clothes occurred for Doyle in The Untouchables (14)... For Bodie it was The Untouchables (9) and Involvement (9). Hmmn. I think I need to watch that episode again... *g*
Click here to take part in the Pros Slash Proliferation Challenge!
paris7am over at ci5hq - post some Pros Slash in your journal every day for seven days!For Day One, slash inspired by random Professionals Insight trivia:
"Out of 57 episodes, in only 6 did Bodie and Doyle manage to stay in the same clothes from start to finish."
Obviously, what I'd like to know is what happened to their clothes that they needed to change them so often? Okay, I admit, this is probably a bit of a carry-over from all that writing about the hole in Doyle's jeans, but... well it's all very inspiring, innit? *g*
M.Fae Glasgow has a suggestion, in Own Goal:
"The crowd were making loud booings at the English back, while Doyle was making some loud noises into his personal Englishman's back. He could feel himself on Bodie's skin, the shirt and jacket tucked down over him to keep the heat in and to hold him snug and tight. Bodie's skin was satin smooth, the shirt crisp cotton, contrast for his cock. He nibbled on Bodie's neck, enjoying the taste of him, enjoying the smell of him - loving that he was doing this out in the open, in public, a huge crowd unwitting witnesses to him and Bodie..."
From Maggie Hall's "Facets ii: Stolen Moments" in Nudge Nudge Wink Wink 3":
"Betty's right outside the door..."
"Then you'll have to be quiet for once in your life." The shirt was loose; he shoved his hands up under it and pressed his palms flat against hot, hard flesh. He shivered, and painfully bit back a groan as Ray's muscles tensed under his hands. The thought that someone might hear thrilled and terrified, and sent a surge of tight heat through his groin. He opened the button and zip, peeling the denim down slim hips. "I'm sucking you, I'm fucking you. 'S been too long."...
... He thrust one long, last time, and came with the silence that the fear of discovery and death had taught him, years ago. He thought his chest would explode with the need to yell. His muscles were liquid with pleasure...
"Pull youself together, Bodie," Doyle growled. "It's fuckin' three o clock. We've got to look normal now." ...Bodie stared and panted. Ray was already dragging up his jeans, tucking himself haphazardly back in and zipping up..."
From Sebastian's The Anniversary:
Oh, beautiful. He wanted to talk to him, tell him about the excitement, the tenderness set loose and coursing through him alongside the fierce arousal, but Doyle's gentle fingers touching his hair told him that he knew, anyway. He slipped his hand down Doyle's front, rubbed his navel with the palm of his hand, Doyle so warm and pleasant to every sense that even so innocent a touching was nearly enough. Doyle was quiet, still, giving him freedom to explore; but suddenly and unaccountably shy, Bodie left his hand where it was, fingers just dipping beneath the waistband of the trousers, one fingertip on an intriguing prickle of hair. His other hand travelled on over the sharp upthrust of the hip, slipped down the material to bare Doyle's rounded rump. Dark and shielded by covers, his mind supplied the images transferred from his gliding palm; Doyle swathed only partly in material, most of him free and bared, and excitingly, beautifully naked. Bodie lingered, exploring him with the flat of his hand, and then fingertips, which dipped into the cleft there which opened for him, dark and slickly velvet.
I need--
Doyle's hands urged him on, and carefully, almost clumsily, Bodie moved so he was lying on top of his smaller mate, pressing him into the bed, his lips against the warm skin of Doyle's throat. Just daring to touch and be touched in this way, the newness of it all; so close in this very sexual, oddly innocent way: it took no more than that. After a few moments Doyle arched, his body taut, trembling; and there was a sudden wet warmth, spreading between them as Doyle muffled his whimper against Bodie's cheek, and Bodie clenched his eyes shut very tightly and let it spill out, let his own warm seed pulse from him in warm waves of soft, easy pleasure so sweet he wanted to cry out but Doyle's mouth was there, stopping his lips....
Warm, and comfortable; Bodie was half-aware of being tensed for the aftermath rejection so characteristic of nearly every woman he had bedded, dashing to the bathroom to wash his private precious wetness from them as if it were dirty: but Doyle was quiet, just letting him be there, accepting him; Doyle wet and sticky with their moisture but not fussed about it, content to let it lie on his skin.
They had shifted so Bodie was lying between Doyle's thighs; lean and muscular they pressed once around his own legs, a gesture of reassurance; it's okay, I'm here, I'm okay. Doyle's pyjamas being still tangled down around his calves, Bodie's thigh was pressing against the tender softness of Doyle's sticky genitals; Jesus Christ but they were going to be a sight in the morning, Doyle covered in dried white streaks from belly to groin. Bet it's all over his pyjama top as well.
From Carodee's Firestarter:
"All right. Look. Bring your knees up. That'll keep your front warm."
"Ow, ow. Can't. My trousers are too tight."
"Could have told you that."
"Shut up. Wait. Okay. Yeah, that's better."
"Ray, did you just unzip?"
"...no."
"You telling me that was why they were too tight?"
"Shuddup."
"Because you told me Stafford's sister came on to you and you had to lull her suspicions. So you, you randy old goat, haven't any excuse."
"Yeah, well, if someone wasn't poking me in the backside...."
"Why, Ray, I had no idea."
"So help me, Bodie."
"I mean, this is so sudden."
"I'm warning you."
"You should have said something, sweetheart. Ow! Bloody hell, Ray."
"Warned you, didn't I?"
"I was just joking around. Don't be so sensitive."
"It's embarrassing enough, as it is."
"Sorry. At least, we're both embarrassed. Two manly blokes like us."
...
"Ah, don't go sulking. Was just a joke."
"Bodie, I'm not in the mood. My head hurts, I'm cold, and I'm too wound up to sleep."
"No wonder you're so cranky. Here, hang on."
"Bodie! What the hell are you doing?"
"Have you sweet-tempered in no time. Better than a sleeping pill, this is."
"No! You can't...."
"Do squirm around a bit more, would you? It's inspiring."
"Damn it, Bodie. Stop it."
"Shhhh. Relax, Ray. Just a helping hand. That's all."
"Bodie...."
"It'll distract us both from the cold. Let me."
...
Apparently The greatest number of changes of clothes occurred for Doyle in The Untouchables (14)... For Bodie it was The Untouchables (9) and Involvement (9). Hmmn. I think I need to watch that episode again... *g*
Click here to take part in the Pros Slash Proliferation Challenge!
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Date: Tuesday, 27 March 2007 04:46 am (UTC)OMG! OMG! OMG! OMG! OMG! OMG! OMG! OMG! OMG! OMG!
So amazingly sexy.
Excellent theories here, too. Will have to investigate those episodes myself!
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Date: Tuesday, 27 March 2007 04:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: Tuesday, 27 March 2007 07:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: Tuesday, 27 March 2007 05:29 pm (UTC)Oh, and look at the way Doyle is looking at Bodie on your icon! Love his expression! All amused and affectionate and all - and sort of possessive with it - that's his Bodie, somehow!
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Date: Tuesday, 27 March 2007 08:56 am (UTC)Maybe they kept changing clothes in an attempt to seduce each other with cool and impossibly tight jeans ..... no complaints here.
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Date: Tuesday, 27 March 2007 05:32 pm (UTC)Ha - like your theory too. So I wonder when it happened... *wanders off into daydream of possibilities*...
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Date: Tuesday, 27 March 2007 05:12 pm (UTC)I hadn't realized the boys were such clothes horses. You'd have thought we would have seen more skin. Particularly from Bodie. ;-)
Very fun post. Thanks.
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Date: Tuesday, 27 March 2007 05:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Tuesday, 27 March 2007 06:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Thursday, 29 March 2007 05:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: Tuesday, 27 March 2007 08:49 pm (UTC)Thanks for doing this.
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Date: Thursday, 29 March 2007 05:35 am (UTC)