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A sweaty, slick hand surrounded his wrist, pulling Bodie back into the bed and forcing him to lie down.

“Stay.” It wasn’t a request.

Bodie sighed, trying to free himself. “Ray.”

The grip tightened. “If you leave now, we’re done.”

Bodie’s hand patted Doyle’s soft shaft. “Looks like we’re already done, mate.”

“Don’t make jokes, Bodie.”

Another sigh escaped. “What do you want, Ray?”

“You.” Doyle let go of Bodie’s wrist and entwined their fingers. “To recognise what this is.” He kissed Bodie’s knuckles. “And to fucking spend a whole bloody night with me!”

“That’s quite the invitation. I didn’t know you were such a romantic, Doyle.”

Silence filled the room until Doyle finally asked, “Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why do you always leave? Barely catch me breath and you’re out the door. I want to know why.”

Bodie closed his eyes. “I-”


“I didn’t want it to mean anything,” Bodie shook his head and looked at his partner. “I only wanted it to be an occasional quick fuck-”

“Now who’s the romantic?”

“I don’t like to get involved-”

“Too late.” Doyle’s finger traced a circle in the warm evidence on Bodie’s stomach and then raised their joined hands. “Involved.”