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The Rack - coda

by Callisto

Before Doyle can reset the locks Bodie pushes him onto the door handle. He opens his mouth to swear but Bodie’s tongue fills it and his groan becomes erotic.

Doyle smells of the Thames, where he sat and rubbed his knuckles for hours. Yet Bodie is kiss-biting his jaw, clearly oblivious. Bodie’s palm finds the ache in his kidney while the other finds his neck. Their breathing is loud and uneven.

Doyle fists Bodie’s shirt in his hand, lays his head down on that wide shoulder, and knows he has never heard anything so hopeful in his whole fucking life.

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