Betwixt and Between by Josey
Glass in hand, Doyle pivoted on his heel so he could see the couch. Bodie was still stretched out, but now his eyes were open, eyeing the drink Doyle was holding. "And don’t start. You can't have this on top of painkillers."
"Knew here was a good reason for not taking 'em." Bodie yawned and sat up, lifting his arm, and immediately winced. "And they don’t do any ruddy good."
Doyle, his mouth on autopilot as he considered his early start, said, "Might as well have stuck 'em up your arse, then."
"You got some sort of kink I should know about, Raymond?"
"That's twice this evening you've threatened my backside. I'm starting to get worried."
He wasn't going to blush. Wasn't. Bugger.
Turning his back rapidly to cover the flush of colour to his cheeks, Doyle shrugged. "Spent so much time looking at the bloody thing-" Shit! That hadn't come out the way he meant it. He cast a quick glance over his shoulder and froze. Bodie was staring at him, an odd expression on his face. He looked ridiculous - hair all over the place and eyes bleary - but so sodding beautiful it made Doyle's throat tighten. He wanted to go over there, smooth his fingers through that hair, wipe the tiredness and pain from his eyes. Yeah and end up down casualty, probably. Whichever way you cut it, Bodie just wasn't the type to happily respond to a come on from his partner.
But still Doyle looked. He couldn't tear his eyes away, and suddenly they were trapped. Separated by four feet of carpet and three years of desire."Ray…?" Bodie began, just as the front door went. He cleared his throat and looked away, his cheeks colouring slightly. "Be Murph, I expect. You gonna let him in?"