The Perils of Priapism by Josey
"Where the hell are you?" Cowley's dulcet tones were somewhat muffled from being pressed into Ray's chest.
"Erm." Ray's fingers dug into Bodie's hip, stopping him for a second, and it was only a second because nothing short of an encounter with the grim reaper was going to stop Bodie finishing what he started. Magnus Magnusson had nothing on him when in action.
Still, Ray managed to squeeze the words out before the rhythmic grunting started up again. "Oakfield Road, sir. Just ran into a little, um, lubrication problem. We'll be there in five."
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