The Life on Mars Anonymous Pornfest

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Fic: Part 1

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Somewhere between fielding Sam’s fists and trying not to notice his tears, Gene Hunt had given up on figuring out just how his DI worked. There were days when Gene watched over Sam with the greatest care, and days when Gene deemed it best to watch out for himself. Some nights in the pub he did what he could to balance the boy out, and then there were other nights when he took the balance of Tyler’s madness all for himself.

Tonight was one of those evenings when Sam’s hands, quickened by the pulse of something else, coaxed his DCI up the stairs and into his seedy little flat, when he intently gripped Gene’s hands in his own only to stretch them up above his head, pressing back against the wall, twisting his wrists in a clear demand to be pinned in place. When he let his head roll back, displayed his tempting throat, and parted his lips.

‘Gene…’ Sam moaned, all aching breath, ‘please… use me… make me…’

And Gene was never a strong enough man to stop, but plenty strong enough to crush Sam’s delicate wrists beneath one hand while the other tore past cheap clothing to grope aimlessly at flesh as it became so easy, so available to touch. He palmed the luxurious length of ribcage to taut stomach, pressed upward to thumb over a hardening nipple, snarled his own need into Sam’s collarbone as he reached down again to claw at belt and trousers, forcing it all aside and enclosing the freed erection in his fist. He squeezed hard, grinning into the skin beneath his mouth as Sam whimpered. ‘You filthy tart,’ he growled.

Sam moaned again, arching against him. ‘Yesss… oh, god, please…’

‘Tell me what you want.’ Gene granted his cock a few firm strokes, let his fingers play with the wetness gathering at the head. ‘Tell me what you deserve to get, what I’m gonna do with my dirty little boy…’

‘Anything…’ Sam was breathing heavily now, thrusting needfully into Gene’s touch even as his own hands remained pliant beneath his bruising grip. ‘Anything you want… hurt me, hold me down... make me suck you, make me ride your cock…’

Gene let out a shaky breath, control flying apart at the seams. He forced himself to release Sam’s wrists and cock, but quickly stifled Sam’s protests by pressing his damp fingers over his mouth, messily spreading pre-come over his lips and across his cheek. Sam’s tongue slipped along his upper lip for a taste, making Gene groan at the sight of his utterly debauched DI; he instinctively reached out, tugging his trousers further down to his knees and pushing both leather jacket and shirt over his shoulders and partway down his arms, leaving him half-dressed and partially hobbled. The white vest was already torn and came away with another forceful yank. Sam gasped sharply, and Gene felt a satisfied purr rise in his chest.

‘Perfect.’ He leaned in to taste Sam’s throat, to bite down at the corner of his jaw. ‘On your knees, now.’

Sam dropped faster than Gene could unfasten his belt and trousers, and desperately mouthed over both tented polyester and his fumbling hands - a quick smack across the face eased him off and yielded a delicious moan besides. His own eagerness now racing in time to Sam’s harsh panting, Gene shoved down his trousers and pants just far enough to release his achingly hard cock and heavy balls. He groaned in relief as he stroked himself, staring fiercely at Sam’s parted lips, still slick with his own fluids. ‘Beg for it.’

Those strange amber eyes, darkened with lust, flickered upward with an open, raw need that made something tighten in Gene’s chest. ‘Please…’ he whispered breathlessly. ‘Please, let me… make me suck your cock… I…’ Sam swallowed convulsively, let his eyes fall closed, ‘I need to… need you to…’

‘Shh…’ Firmly, but with unintentional gentleness, Gene cradled the back of Sam’s head in his left hand, absently letting his thumb stroke the soft flesh behind his ear. ‘I know, Sammy.’ He drew him closer and traced the head of his cock around the contours of Sam’s lips, watching their fluids blend together there. ‘I’m gonna fuck your mouth,’ he murmured, shuddering as the breath of Sam’s shaky anticipation passed over the sensitive flesh still pressed to his lower lip. ‘Is that what you need?’ His hand tightened over the back of Sam’s neck. ‘Tell me, slut.’