Another one by Rebelcat, another one of my favourites.
All I want for Christmas
Doyle heard the front door slam behind Murphy. He stretched, his spine cracking as cramped muscles protested the long hours of inactivity.
“Your turn,” he said. He could feel Bodie’s gaze on him, so he leaned back a little further in his chair, pushed his hips up, and turned what had been a stretch into something a lot less innocent.
An abrupt clearing of Bodie’s throat told Doyle that he’d hit the mark. But when he climbed casually to his feet and turned, he saw that Bodie had an odd expression on his face. Doyle had been expecting desire, or even anger, but instead Bodie looked simply... hurt.