Pros Proliferation Challenge Day Six
Tuesday, 3 April 2007 02:25 pmDidn't get to post yesterday after all, there being an awful lot of hurry-up-and-wait, but here I am in Atlanta, Georgia, finally with wireless and an hour or so to spare! My thoughts have turned, of course, to the lads in one of my favourite incarnations - on holiday!
I'm not sure why I like them so much away from their natural environment, but I really do. Maybe it makes me appreciate CI5 more, or maybe I just think they deserve a break now and then, or maybe they get to concentrate on each other more when they're away from the tension. And much as I love CI5, it's the slash relationship that I love best of all. So for today - a few of my favourite lads-not-in-London fics!
Which means I get to rec Gods and Goddesses by KWS, written for me (*g*) for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
summer_of_78 challenge last year. The lads are by the beach after a particularly nasty case, and of course it all comes to a head between them as it often does. But in a sort of gentle way somehow - Bodie being all patient with his Doyle, which I love as well. I love the holiday by the prom atmosphere of this one. I desperately want to quote the last couple of paragraphs, which are just gorgeously atmospheric, but I can't, can I, so I won't! Instead, some Bodie by the seaside:
"Like another pint?" Sam leant over the counter across from him. Her inquiring look suggested she was interested in more than the state of his thirst.
"No, thanks. Think I might take a look around."
"Ah. You might catch up with your friend, I suppose." A knowing grin. Bodie felt himself flush scarlet. Was it that obvious?
Sam sighed, mock flirting with the handsome stranger. "The good looking ones are always taken. Listen, sweetheart, if he breaks your heart you know where to find me."
He laughed with her, but escaped as quickly as possible back onto the promenade. A stretch of road had been blocked to traffic and he drifted with the throng, eventually reaching a small fun fair. He grazed his way along a line of food vans, buying a pie from one, chips and a can of lukewarm, sickly sweet fizzy drink from another. He watched the dodgems for a while, but his heart wasn't in it. Fairs weren't all that much fun on your own. He wondered where Doyle had got to. Probably found himself some susceptible bit of fluff to spend the evening, maybe the night, with. Someone who was happy, in the town's holiday atmosphere, to take a good-looking 'civil servant' to bed and who wouldn't ask awkward questions in the morning.
( More holiday-type fic below! )
I'm not sure why I like them so much away from their natural environment, but I really do. Maybe it makes me appreciate CI5 more, or maybe I just think they deserve a break now and then, or maybe they get to concentrate on each other more when they're away from the tension. And much as I love CI5, it's the slash relationship that I love best of all. So for today - a few of my favourite lads-not-in-London fics!
Which means I get to rec Gods and Goddesses by KWS, written for me (*g*) for the
summer_of_78 challenge last year. The lads are by the beach after a particularly nasty case, and of course it all comes to a head between them as it often does. But in a sort of gentle way somehow - Bodie being all patient with his Doyle, which I love as well. I love the holiday by the prom atmosphere of this one. I desperately want to quote the last couple of paragraphs, which are just gorgeously atmospheric, but I can't, can I, so I won't! Instead, some Bodie by the seaside:"Like another pint?" Sam leant over the counter across from him. Her inquiring look suggested she was interested in more than the state of his thirst.
"No, thanks. Think I might take a look around."
"Ah. You might catch up with your friend, I suppose." A knowing grin. Bodie felt himself flush scarlet. Was it that obvious?
Sam sighed, mock flirting with the handsome stranger. "The good looking ones are always taken. Listen, sweetheart, if he breaks your heart you know where to find me."
He laughed with her, but escaped as quickly as possible back onto the promenade. A stretch of road had been blocked to traffic and he drifted with the throng, eventually reaching a small fun fair. He grazed his way along a line of food vans, buying a pie from one, chips and a can of lukewarm, sickly sweet fizzy drink from another. He watched the dodgems for a while, but his heart wasn't in it. Fairs weren't all that much fun on your own. He wondered where Doyle had got to. Probably found himself some susceptible bit of fluff to spend the evening, maybe the night, with. Someone who was happy, in the town's holiday atmosphere, to take a good-looking 'civil servant' to bed and who wouldn't ask awkward questions in the morning.
( More holiday-type fic below! )
Pros Slash Proliferation Challenge - Day Five
Sunday, 1 April 2007 09:43 amSo my zines and my stack o' fic are all packed up, except for what's in my luggage, and when I was rummaging for something to read last night I picked up Professional Dreamer. As usual it made me laugh out loud, wonder why in the world I could like a fic that's not really about Bodie and Doyle, and then fall in love with them just that little bit more all over again.
So what is it (about some) AUs? People seem to either love them or hate them, although it often depends on the AU and the writer of course. I thought I wouldn't like them, but then I read a couple, and realised that I was still reading about the same something that I love about "ordinary" Pros slashfic, that it was still them. Done well, there's the same magic of the characters, their reactions to things, their aliveness and their amazing relationship with each other...
SPOILER FOR PROFESSIONAL DREAMER (Skip this bit if you've not read it yet!)
Take Professional Dreamer - even though Andrews knows that Doyle is a character he made up, we still get this:
He got a wet cloth from the bath and put it over the young man's forehead, trying to decide what to do. He should call an ambulance, he supposed, although he had no idea what he would tell them. That a madman burst into his flat claiming to be a character from a novel, took a shower and then passed out on his carpet?
The idea of this being a practical joke had evaporated with the faint. That wasn't acting, and neither were the bruises. Whatever was happening here was serious.
So it was back to the nutter theory. But looking down at the defenseless face, he found it strangely difficult to call for someone to cart him away to the funny farm. Perhaps it was no more than ego, but it was oddly flattering that someone would choose one of his characters to adopt in his madness. And Philip couldn't quite dismiss that first rush of adrenaline he had felt when he recognized this as his Ray Doyle.
Poor, mad boy that he was, he was still so amazingly close to everything Philip had envisioned as Doyle. Even more curious, all the things he hadn't even thought of were here now, fleshed out and total. He hadn't invented the chipped tooth in front or the uneven cheekbone, but now that he saw them, it was Ray. His Ray. And the mental picture he had unconsciously cherished for years was suddenly solid and wonderfully real. Even if Philip called for the ambulance and they took him away in a half hour, this would now and forever be his image of Ray Doyle. (Professional Dreamer by Pamela Rose)
There's something there - "his Ray", and it permeates the whole story, and it's wonderful. Is it the idea that Andrews (Bodie, of course!) has had a vision of Doyle in his head the whole time, that we know he's in love with even if he doesn't, just like in Pros? That we're in on the inside joke? It wouldn't be half as wonderful a story about two other characters (although I know it's based on a movie which I've never seen, so perhaps I shouldn't say that!) But it fits so well with our lads...
Larton is another one for me, though I shouldn't like it. An Aga Saga with Bodie mad about horses, and Ray wandering around with a cat over one shoulder? How the hell could that work? But somehow, for me, it does.
( More AU moments )
So what is it (about some) AUs? People seem to either love them or hate them, although it often depends on the AU and the writer of course. I thought I wouldn't like them, but then I read a couple, and realised that I was still reading about the same something that I love about "ordinary" Pros slashfic, that it was still them. Done well, there's the same magic of the characters, their reactions to things, their aliveness and their amazing relationship with each other...
SPOILER FOR PROFESSIONAL DREAMER (Skip this bit if you've not read it yet!)
Take Professional Dreamer - even though Andrews knows that Doyle is a character he made up, we still get this:
He got a wet cloth from the bath and put it over the young man's forehead, trying to decide what to do. He should call an ambulance, he supposed, although he had no idea what he would tell them. That a madman burst into his flat claiming to be a character from a novel, took a shower and then passed out on his carpet?
The idea of this being a practical joke had evaporated with the faint. That wasn't acting, and neither were the bruises. Whatever was happening here was serious.
So it was back to the nutter theory. But looking down at the defenseless face, he found it strangely difficult to call for someone to cart him away to the funny farm. Perhaps it was no more than ego, but it was oddly flattering that someone would choose one of his characters to adopt in his madness. And Philip couldn't quite dismiss that first rush of adrenaline he had felt when he recognized this as his Ray Doyle.
Poor, mad boy that he was, he was still so amazingly close to everything Philip had envisioned as Doyle. Even more curious, all the things he hadn't even thought of were here now, fleshed out and total. He hadn't invented the chipped tooth in front or the uneven cheekbone, but now that he saw them, it was Ray. His Ray. And the mental picture he had unconsciously cherished for years was suddenly solid and wonderfully real. Even if Philip called for the ambulance and they took him away in a half hour, this would now and forever be his image of Ray Doyle. (Professional Dreamer by Pamela Rose)
There's something there - "his Ray", and it permeates the whole story, and it's wonderful. Is it the idea that Andrews (Bodie, of course!) has had a vision of Doyle in his head the whole time, that we know he's in love with even if he doesn't, just like in Pros? That we're in on the inside joke? It wouldn't be half as wonderful a story about two other characters (although I know it's based on a movie which I've never seen, so perhaps I shouldn't say that!) But it fits so well with our lads...
Larton is another one for me, though I shouldn't like it. An Aga Saga with Bodie mad about horses, and Ray wandering around with a cat over one shoulder? How the hell could that work? But somehow, for me, it does.
( More AU moments )
Pros Slash Proliferation Challenge: Day Four
Friday, 30 March 2007 11:08 pmNeeeearly all packed up. Sort of. I'm full of Mexican food, I've got me bags to wrap the bed in, milk for porridge for breakfast, and a new pair of sandals bought on sale. And now I'm all sleepy... So 'tis only natural that my thoughts should turn to sleepy lads... *g*
(Possibly my favourite sleepy scene of all time: In Hot Water by J.M. on the ProsLib CD)
(After a long flight to California, Bodie and Doyle are offered a ride to a place where they can stay while waiting for their contact to gather information...)
"I'm driving the van. It has an air mattress in the back, big enough for two if they're reasonably friendly. And there's a shower through that door," she finished, pointing.
Bodie and Doyle regarded her with the closest approximations to genuine smiles they were capable of.
"When are you leaving?" asked Doyle.
"Half an hour? Sooner if you're ready. I'll bring the van around."
The shower helped. And clean clothes from their flight bags. Dr. Dawson opened the back doors of the van.
"Call me Elizabeth," she told them. "It'll be a bit slow getting out of town, and after that it's four or five hours to the house." She smiled. "Sleep will help with the jet lag, too."
The makeshift bed was irresistible. They crawled onto the mattress. She tossed a comforter over them and slammed the doors.
Were they going to share improvised sleeping arrangements all the time they were here, wondered Doyle, eyes already closing. Not that he minded. Good to have Bodie next to him. He seemed to be thinking that a lot lately. Know where he is like this, he told himself, know he's not out somewhere taking crazy chances all by himself.
This was better, Bodie thought drowsily. The most comfortable he'd been in days. Room to lie down and stretch out. Feel Ray close to him. Can keep track of him when he's this close, he thought with a little murmur of satisfaction. Know he's not bouncing about somewhere getting into god knows what.
Can't help touching him, packed in so close, thought Doyle with a contented sigh.
Tucked up together like children put down for their naps, thought Bodie, smiling sleepily.
They slept. The van took its place in the procession of outbound traffic, picking up speed as it left the more populous suburbs behind. The radio, tuned to a classical station, played quietly--Bach and Handel and Ravel. The motion of the van rolled the sleepers against each other. A strong arm wrapped around a trim waist, holding snugly. A long-fingered hand settled against a warm thigh. Two faces pressed close, sharing sleeping breath.
( More sleepiness under the cut... )
(Possibly my favourite sleepy scene of all time: In Hot Water by J.M. on the ProsLib CD)
(After a long flight to California, Bodie and Doyle are offered a ride to a place where they can stay while waiting for their contact to gather information...)
"I'm driving the van. It has an air mattress in the back, big enough for two if they're reasonably friendly. And there's a shower through that door," she finished, pointing.
Bodie and Doyle regarded her with the closest approximations to genuine smiles they were capable of.
"When are you leaving?" asked Doyle.
"Half an hour? Sooner if you're ready. I'll bring the van around."
The shower helped. And clean clothes from their flight bags. Dr. Dawson opened the back doors of the van.
"Call me Elizabeth," she told them. "It'll be a bit slow getting out of town, and after that it's four or five hours to the house." She smiled. "Sleep will help with the jet lag, too."
The makeshift bed was irresistible. They crawled onto the mattress. She tossed a comforter over them and slammed the doors.
Were they going to share improvised sleeping arrangements all the time they were here, wondered Doyle, eyes already closing. Not that he minded. Good to have Bodie next to him. He seemed to be thinking that a lot lately. Know where he is like this, he told himself, know he's not out somewhere taking crazy chances all by himself.
This was better, Bodie thought drowsily. The most comfortable he'd been in days. Room to lie down and stretch out. Feel Ray close to him. Can keep track of him when he's this close, he thought with a little murmur of satisfaction. Know he's not bouncing about somewhere getting into god knows what.
Can't help touching him, packed in so close, thought Doyle with a contented sigh.
Tucked up together like children put down for their naps, thought Bodie, smiling sleepily.
They slept. The van took its place in the procession of outbound traffic, picking up speed as it left the more populous suburbs behind. The radio, tuned to a classical station, played quietly--Bach and Handel and Ravel. The motion of the van rolled the sleepers against each other. A strong arm wrapped around a trim waist, holding snugly. A long-fingered hand settled against a warm thigh. Two faces pressed close, sharing sleeping breath.
( More sleepiness under the cut... )
Pros Slash Proliferation Day Three
Thursday, 29 March 2007 08:35 amMissed a day, so this one is brought to you courtesy of morning coffee, and a strangely brief but favourite quote:
"... his bendy-toy of a partner..."
I have to admit that I cannot remember where that quote comes from, but it made me giggle, and the more you watch Doyle the more apt it seems...
There's your classic leaning pose
Your classic "canted hips" pose
( More bendy-ness beneath )
Our Bodie isn't quite so bendy-seeming...
( Although I don't think anyone minds )
"... his bendy-toy of a partner..."
I have to admit that I cannot remember where that quote comes from, but it made me giggle, and the more you watch Doyle the more apt it seems...
There's your classic leaning pose
Your classic "canted hips" pose
( More bendy-ness beneath )
Our Bodie isn't quite so bendy-seeming...
( Although I don't think anyone minds )
The Pros Slash Proliferation Challenge - Day Two
Tuesday, 27 March 2007 09:52 pmOkay, today's slash is kind of about those moments you miss the first seventeen billion times you watch an ep, and then all of a sudden... there they are. Well, if you're me. But then you really appreciate them... *g* For instance:
In Wild Justice, on the roof...
They've got their plan, they're getting their masks straight,and Doyle...
...gives Bodie good solid smack on the thigh for good luck...
You can hear it so clearly too - how did I never notice before? And I wish we could see Bodie's/Lew's face at the time, too... *g* But it's over so fast!
( Course it does usually seem to be the other way around - lots of pics under here )
In Wild Justice, on the roof...
They've got their plan, they're getting their masks straight,and Doyle...
...gives Bodie good solid smack on the thigh for good luck...
You can hear it so clearly too - how did I never notice before? And I wish we could see Bodie's/Lew's face at the time, too... *g* But it's over so fast!
( Course it does usually seem to be the other way around - lots of pics under here )
The Pros Slash Proliferation Challenge - Day One
Monday, 26 March 2007 04:27 pmExcellent challenge idea from ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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..."
( And a few other suggestions... )
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..."
( And a few other suggestions... )
