Life on Mars fic
Title: It's Good For What Ails You
Author:
acidpenguin46
Pairing: Sam/Gene
Word Count: 960
Rating: Brown Cortina (NC-17)
Warning: fluffy PWP, unbetaed
Summary: Sam's had a long, hard day at work.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately it's not mine, it all belongs to Kudos and the BBC
Notes: This looks suspiciously like fluff. I'm a little bit scared...
It's Good For What Ails You
As soon as they were in the flat, Tyler collapsed on the lounge like the big flipping drama queen everyone knew he was. All “I’m knackered” this, and “my neck hurts” that. Gene moved over to put his car keys on the kitchen cabinet and called over his shoulder, “Don’t get too comfortable Gladys. It’s your turn to cook tonight.”
He heard Sam grumble against the cushion that was muffling his mouth before he said, only slightly more clearly but still annoyingly whiny, “Can’t we just go out and buy chips or something.” He turned around to watch Tyler as he tried to burrow further into the lounge’s welcoming cushions.
“I’d love to, but you’re the one who suggested this health kick.” He watched as Sam turned his head slightly to face him.
“I’m not really sure it counts as a health kick if you still choose to drink and smoke Gene.”
“Sure it does.” He smirked, and dug through his coat pocket for a loose fag and his lighter. “If I gave up fags and booze, it wouldn’t be my health you’d have to worry about, wouldn’t it darling?” He didn’t need to be looking at Tyler’s face to know he was doing one of his over-dramatic eye rolls. But, he chose to ignore Gene and return to his favourite past time.
“Fuck, my neck’s so sore.”
Gene abandoned his search for cigarettes and shrugged off his coat. “Well I’m sure craning it every five seconds to appreciate the magnificence that you call your boyfriend does it wonders.”
“And I suppose being made to stretch in order to reach the top shelves in the Collator’s Den had nothing to do with it.”
“Can’t see how it did.” He began to move, all quite-like, until he was standing directly behind the lounge as Tyler sit up. He gently rested his fingers on Tyler’s shoulders, which tensed and then relaxed under the gentle pressure. “You know, I can think of a couple of ways that’ll make you forget you ever had sore muscles.
Tyler looked up at him and smirked, before asking, “Really?” He let his fingers answer for him as he gently applied pressure to Sam’s shoulder blades, gently digging to a point just before pain before removing his fingers and applying the same pressure to other areas of his upper body. He’s pretty sure the groaning noise Tyler made was illegal in some countries.
He continued to work his magic, feeling a pleasant tingle whenever Tyler moaned like a cheap prossie, and when he let his head fall back against the top of the lounge, exposing the long stretch of his neck he couldn’t help but lean in and apply a gentle kiss just above his shoulder blade. He’s pretty sure Tyler would’ve made a smart-arse comment about massages not usually involving mouths if he weren’t purring like a kitten who’d gotten all of the cream. He lifted his head away from Tyler’s neck and continued working his Gene Genie magic, but that neck, all long and sinewy and exposed-like, was just begging for attention. He leant in once more and followed the outline of Tyler’s Adams apple with his tongue, slowly so as to fully devour all the twists and turns; the nooks and crannies. The tongue continued to make its slow, languorous path up his neck, under his chin, only to stop just below his ear where lips joined with tongue to lightly caress Sam’s ear lobe. He lightly nipped and felt Sam shiver under his now-stationary fingers, before reaching up to grab Gene by the back of the head and pull his lips towards Tyler’s own mouth.
The kiss was lazy, almost a bit sloppy. Two sets of moist pink lips, connecting in blissful union. He felt Sam’s tongue glide languidly against his own, almost as though it would make a half-arsed attempt for dominance before deciding it couldn’t really be bothered and contented itself with seeking out all those places it knew and loved.
Without breaking the kiss he moved around to the side of the lounge and gently lowered both of their bodies down against it, smirking as he felt Tyler’s hips involuntarily buck against his own. The kiss deepened as he drove his tongue deeper into Sam’s mouth and moved one of his hands from Tyler’s shoulder slowly down the length of his body until he was massaging his hip. He slowly ground down against Sam and felt him thrust upwards to meet Gene’s languid motions, the speed steadily increasing until Gene’s hand on Tyler’s hip stopped him. Tyler struggled against the hand binding him, but Gene didn’t budge until Sam got the message and remained still. His hand moved to the flies of his trousers, which were promptly unzipped, before lowering his underwear as low as they would go and then doing the same for Tyler. Their red, proud erections poked their way out into the world as they were divested of the material that bound them, and then the gentle thrusting resumed, the rasp of skin on skin filling the living room of their tiny flat as they moved against each other, the friction sparking between them in the growing darkness. They moved faster and faster as their mutual need rose to its crescendo, and when Sam came, yelling Gene’s name for the whole world to hear, the Gene Genie himself wasn’t too far behind.
He laid there with his back against the lounge, his arm draped lazily over Sam’s body as it snuggled against him. He saw Sam smile as he said, “I feel so much better.”
“Yeah well, a good shag’s better than rabbit food any day.”
“So I take it you don’t want dinner then.”
“I’m not even going to dignify that with a response Gladys.”
Author:
acidpenguin46
Pairing: Sam/Gene
Word Count: 960
Rating: Brown Cortina (NC-17)
Warning: fluffy PWP, unbetaed
Summary: Sam's had a long, hard day at work.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately it's not mine, it all belongs to Kudos and the BBC
Notes: This looks suspiciously like fluff. I'm a little bit scared...
It's Good For What Ails You
As soon as they were in the flat, Tyler collapsed on the lounge like the big flipping drama queen everyone knew he was. All “I’m knackered” this, and “my neck hurts” that. Gene moved over to put his car keys on the kitchen cabinet and called over his shoulder, “Don’t get too comfortable Gladys. It’s your turn to cook tonight.”
He heard Sam grumble against the cushion that was muffling his mouth before he said, only slightly more clearly but still annoyingly whiny, “Can’t we just go out and buy chips or something.” He turned around to watch Tyler as he tried to burrow further into the lounge’s welcoming cushions.
“I’d love to, but you’re the one who suggested this health kick.” He watched as Sam turned his head slightly to face him.
“I’m not really sure it counts as a health kick if you still choose to drink and smoke Gene.”
“Sure it does.” He smirked, and dug through his coat pocket for a loose fag and his lighter. “If I gave up fags and booze, it wouldn’t be my health you’d have to worry about, wouldn’t it darling?” He didn’t need to be looking at Tyler’s face to know he was doing one of his over-dramatic eye rolls. But, he chose to ignore Gene and return to his favourite past time.
“Fuck, my neck’s so sore.”
Gene abandoned his search for cigarettes and shrugged off his coat. “Well I’m sure craning it every five seconds to appreciate the magnificence that you call your boyfriend does it wonders.”
“And I suppose being made to stretch in order to reach the top shelves in the Collator’s Den had nothing to do with it.”
“Can’t see how it did.” He began to move, all quite-like, until he was standing directly behind the lounge as Tyler sit up. He gently rested his fingers on Tyler’s shoulders, which tensed and then relaxed under the gentle pressure. “You know, I can think of a couple of ways that’ll make you forget you ever had sore muscles.
Tyler looked up at him and smirked, before asking, “Really?” He let his fingers answer for him as he gently applied pressure to Sam’s shoulder blades, gently digging to a point just before pain before removing his fingers and applying the same pressure to other areas of his upper body. He’s pretty sure the groaning noise Tyler made was illegal in some countries.
He continued to work his magic, feeling a pleasant tingle whenever Tyler moaned like a cheap prossie, and when he let his head fall back against the top of the lounge, exposing the long stretch of his neck he couldn’t help but lean in and apply a gentle kiss just above his shoulder blade. He’s pretty sure Tyler would’ve made a smart-arse comment about massages not usually involving mouths if he weren’t purring like a kitten who’d gotten all of the cream. He lifted his head away from Tyler’s neck and continued working his Gene Genie magic, but that neck, all long and sinewy and exposed-like, was just begging for attention. He leant in once more and followed the outline of Tyler’s Adams apple with his tongue, slowly so as to fully devour all the twists and turns; the nooks and crannies. The tongue continued to make its slow, languorous path up his neck, under his chin, only to stop just below his ear where lips joined with tongue to lightly caress Sam’s ear lobe. He lightly nipped and felt Sam shiver under his now-stationary fingers, before reaching up to grab Gene by the back of the head and pull his lips towards Tyler’s own mouth.
The kiss was lazy, almost a bit sloppy. Two sets of moist pink lips, connecting in blissful union. He felt Sam’s tongue glide languidly against his own, almost as though it would make a half-arsed attempt for dominance before deciding it couldn’t really be bothered and contented itself with seeking out all those places it knew and loved.
Without breaking the kiss he moved around to the side of the lounge and gently lowered both of their bodies down against it, smirking as he felt Tyler’s hips involuntarily buck against his own. The kiss deepened as he drove his tongue deeper into Sam’s mouth and moved one of his hands from Tyler’s shoulder slowly down the length of his body until he was massaging his hip. He slowly ground down against Sam and felt him thrust upwards to meet Gene’s languid motions, the speed steadily increasing until Gene’s hand on Tyler’s hip stopped him. Tyler struggled against the hand binding him, but Gene didn’t budge until Sam got the message and remained still. His hand moved to the flies of his trousers, which were promptly unzipped, before lowering his underwear as low as they would go and then doing the same for Tyler. Their red, proud erections poked their way out into the world as they were divested of the material that bound them, and then the gentle thrusting resumed, the rasp of skin on skin filling the living room of their tiny flat as they moved against each other, the friction sparking between them in the growing darkness. They moved faster and faster as their mutual need rose to its crescendo, and when Sam came, yelling Gene’s name for the whole world to hear, the Gene Genie himself wasn’t too far behind.
He laid there with his back against the lounge, his arm draped lazily over Sam’s body as it snuggled against him. He saw Sam smile as he said, “I feel so much better.”
“Yeah well, a good shag’s better than rabbit food any day.”
“So I take it you don’t want dinner then.”
“I’m not even going to dignify that with a response Gladys.”