The Life on Mars Anonymous Pornfest
Please Note: I've declared the Pornfest over (as I can't be bothered to keep the prompt list up-to-date!) So any new prompts posted will be deleted. However, I do encourage you to post any anon fic in response to the existing prompts and comment on the lovely responses that we've already got
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"How far away's the ambulance?"
Chris looked up. He was sat on the pavement, staring fixedly down at his notebook and the list of suspects. "How's the Guv?"
"How far away's the ambulance, Chris?"
He looked back down. Three of the suspects were likely too stupid to do anything this elaborate. He crossed their names out neatly and printed TOO STUPID next to each, just in case Sam asked. "They said twenty minutes. How's the Guv?"
Ray sat down next to him. "Not great. They injected 'im with summat, don't know what, but Tyler seems to have a fair idea. Got him loose from the bed, though, ready for the ambulance. Tyler and the plonk are up with 'im now," he added.
Chris didn't respond.
"'Ey. You all right?"
There was a bunch of kids playing opposite them, it being bright daylight and all. It being bright daylight, and the Guv inside, with who knows what in 'im, and Annie and Sam looking paler than Chris ahd ever seen 'em, and Ray calling Sam 'Tyler' instead of 'that ponce'. No, Chris was not fucking all right.
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Sam and Annie were splayed across the naked body of their Guv in a way so far removed from 'fun' it wasn't even on the same continent.
"Anything?" Sam panted. He had lowered the Guv's arms down by his torso, rubbing the circulation back into them and flexing the muscles as vigorously as he could.
Annie straightened from having her ear pressed the Guv's chest. "Not a bloody thing, his breathing is as shallow as when we arrived. Worse, even. Sam -"
Sam wasn't listening. Sam had moved from rubbing the Guv's arms to rubbing the Guv's chest, tracing the line of pectorals with sharp, probing fingers, warming up the muscles as much as he could.
"Sam."
Sam was not listening. The shortness of breath had to be from muscle constriction. God only knows how long those bastards had Ge- had the Guv in 'ere, chained with has arms outstretched. Likely it had been hours, and what with him unconscious, he couldn't have sat up and eased the pressure on his lungs. Likely it was just the muscle constriction, and once he got the muscles moving again, Ge- the bloody Guv would take a deep breath, and then another, and then another, and then be perfectly fine.
"Sam."
Gene's breath ghosted out of him in thin wisps in the frigid air.
Sam stopped. His hands on Gene's chest, on the super-heated flesh turning red and angry under his fingers, he stopped. Sat back. "Fuck."
"Now what do we do?"
Sam looked up at her. "Now you leave the room until the ambulance gets here."
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