Fic: Taking control
Rating: Oh, probably a 15, I dunno lol.
Pairing: Sam and Gene, very much a slash piece - back with the slash, oh yes!
Summary: Sam never was one to shy away from a challenge
Other stuff: This little random bunny slapped me upside the head whilst I was at work tonight - it's un beta'd, as is all of my stuff actually, but this one might have some spelling errors as I'm feeling pretty knackered and just had to type it up before it ran away again and I can get to sleep lol.
The brickwork felt hard and unrelenting pressed against his back.
Gene felt hard and unrelenting pressed against his front, and to hell with it all if Sam wasn't going to enjoy this moment.
Not hard like that though, not yet, not here. Despite all the evidence to the contrary sometimes played out by Gene's little displays in Lost and Found, he had immense amounts of self control when it came to things like this. Acquainting his fists with a suspect's face was something Gene could control. Slamming Sam Tyler against the wall of the Railway Arms public house and giving him a complete bollocking was another.
Enough was enough - Tyler had pushed the boundaries too many bloody times lately, what with his little looks and little touches and damnit if he'd not just put his hand on his thigh whilst at the bar and winked at him over his pint! Enough.
Sam took a breath and Hunt's unique scent filled his nostrils. Sweat, Brut, beer, smoke. Familiar. He had to cling to the familiar right now because everything else in this dodgy little version of the world seemed intent on breaking his head in half with the unfamiliar. Gene tightened his grip on Tyler's collar and lifted him slightly off balance.
"You are pushing your luck you are, Tyler" he whispered dangerously close to Sam's ear. Sam couldn't help the shiver that ran through him as Gene's warm breath brushed over his earlobe and Gene pushed himself away, disgusted when he noticed.
"Oh, no no no no no I don't think so" he shook his head as he spoke and then ploughed his big, balled fist into Sam's stomach. Sam crumpled in front of him. "Are you trying to thoroughly piss me off, Tyler? 'cause you're managing rather spectacularly well to, if I do say so myself. What did I tell you? hmm?" Sam caught his breath and straightened himself up to full height, looking Gene square in the eyes, breathing deeply.
"Not in public. Never in public" he rolled his eyes. Gene surveyed him like a lion watching an oblivious zebra that wandered unintentionally onto his plain. He sniffed. Nodded.
"My game, my rules, Sam. You remember that" he whispered then.
And Sam revelled in the sudden warmth of understanding that washed over him. Gene enjoyed their little... thing because so far he had called all the shots. He'd said where, when and even how anything would happen between them. He had total control over everything - just like he had with almost everything else in his life. Gene Hunt very rarely lost control when it came to things like this.
Sam never was one to shy away from a challenge.
His sudden smirk unnerved Gene and the subsequent shift in their position caught him entirely off guard. In one swift movement, spurred on entirely by a new found confidence, Sam had pushed away from the wall, grabbed hold of Gene's arm and hauled him into a side alley, where he pinned him to the wall with his palms flat against his shoulders.
"What the bloo-" Gene never finished his sentence, as Sam stepped forward then, far too close, and planted his lips against Gene's. Gene tried to move and push him away, but found that his wrists were being held fast against the wall by Sam's hands. Sam kissed him surprisingly gently for a man that was at the same time, effectively holding him against his will. That was one of the many things that had shocked Gene, the fact that Tyler, for all intents and purposes 'kissed like a girl'. Gene let himself remember the exact moment when he'd told Sam that fact - and the utterly thorough way that Sam had set about proving that he was infact all man straight afterwards - and he relented into kissing him back. Sam chose that moment to pull away and attach his lips to Gene's skin beneath his ear.
"You don't always have to be the one in control, Gov" he whispered, and the combination of Sam's lips against the area of skin where he was most likely to turn into putty in his hands, and the husky tone of Sam's voice was nearly enough to make him come right then and there. Instead, he wrestled free a hand from Sam's own and made to undo Sam's belt, desperate to feel some skin beneath his fingertips. Sam grinned against Gene's neck and suddenly swept both his wrists above his head, leaning his weight into him to make sure they stayed there. Gene groaned and Sam simply started tracing featherlight kisses across his jaw, enjoying himself far too much.
"Let yourself go, Gene. Trust me" he muttered just loud enough for Gene to hear him.
Gene felt the power shift between them, and for once, just let himself enjoy it. He closed his eyes as Sam reached his lips and kissed him, achingly, painfully slowly.
Sam took a hand away and held both Gene's wrists with the other. He moved his free hand to Gene's belt, and started undoing it, all the while kissing him with an intensity that he'd never shared with Maya. He pulled the buckle away and undid the button. Gene was desperate to touch him, but Sam proved to be stronger than he'd ever given him credit for, and his hands remained pinned above his head. All he could do was lean into Sam's hand, which was resting lightly on his erection. Sam felt the movement and deliberately removed his hand, to trace circles on Gene's inner thigh. Gene moaned into the kiss, before he had to break away.
"Sam, please" his eyes were full of desire and his voice was heavy with lust. "You're killing me here". Sam smirked at him, before he resumed flicking his tongue against Gene's collarbone, just obtainable through his wide open necked shirt.
"Not such a bad way to go though, is it?" he whispered, as Gene let out another involuntary gluttaral moan and threw his head back, as much as the wall would allow.
"Bastard" he muttered weakly and Sam let out a laugh, before he finally released Gene's hands. He expected to immediately be pushed back and the roles reversed, and was entirely surprised when Gene simply wound a hand around Sam's neck and pulled him into another searing kiss, one that he was sure would leave his lips bruised in the morning. Sam reached between them and he pushed Gene's underwear aside, wrapping his fingers around Gene's erection as he did so. He got a moan of approval and found Gene's other hand gripping his waist tightly in response. He moved his hand along Gene's length, just the way that he'd learned he liked. His teeth scratched Gene's throat before he moved his lips to cover the older man's, stifling a loud moan that he released.
Gene no longer cared where they were, what time of day it was, who might see them, anything. All he cared about was Sam Tyler's hands - one wrapped around his cock, stroking him into oblivion, and the other tugging at the hair at the back of his head, driving him insane. He could feel Sam was speeding up his movements, and at the precise moment that his lips found his earlobe, he lost touch with the world entirely.
Sam watched as Gene's breathing slowly returned to normal, sweat on his forehead and heat radiating off him in waves. He smiled and squeezed Gene's hand, which at some point had found itself entwined with his own. Gene very slowly opened his eyes as Sam cleaned him off and made him presentable again. It seemed to take Gene a second or two to focus on Sam entirely, but when he did, he smiled and rested his head against Sam's shoulder. Sam kissed his temple before gently standing Gene up fully.
"Tyler" Gene said then, in a quiet, almost peaceful voice. Sam nodded and he continued "if you ever do that again, I swear I'll..."
"what, Gov?" Sam interrupted then, a grin on his face which mirrored the one on Gene's which he couldn't stop from forming
"bloody promote you to DCI, that's what" Gene answered, and Sam's laughter echoed down the length of the alley. He stepped away from Gene then, before he leant in for one last kiss, and followed him back out onto the street where they headed back to the pub.
Gene had to admit, as he sat back onto the bar stool he'd vacated earlier on, that sometimes, being in control wasn't always the best feeling in the world. He looked to where Sam sat next to him, pint in hand, and smiled.
The End