Ficathon 2008 Pinch Hit, If You Were Gay, That'd Be Okay, light brown cortina, by candesgirl
Title: If You Were Gay, That'd Be Okay (I mean cuz hey, I'd like you anyway)
Rating: Light brown cortina for mentions of rimming and some sexual tension
Characters:Sam/Chris implied (mostly UST)
Word Count: 685
A/N: Ficathon Pinch Hit! My prompt was Sam/Chris, Chris knowing more about gay sex than Sam thought, rimming. I intended to go way more PWP with this, and do some full on smut, but Gene wouldn't allow me to pimp Sam out like that, he is one jealous bloke I tell you! This was fun to write though, and it is definitely cracky and heavy on the dialogue. Recipient, whomever you may be, I hope you like it! There is no actual rimming or Sam/Chris, just some man to man talk and some chemistry mainly, but I really do hope you like it! (Prod me with a stick and I might visit the third prompt of Annie and an OFC or a Who crossover, I have some lovely Annie/Rose thoughts I'd love to get out now!!)
Also, title taken from Avenue Q's, If You Were Gay : )
Enjoy : )
“Can I ask you a question, Boss?” Chris asks as he leans in precariously close to Sam, teetering on the edge of his seat, some nervous sort of energy coming off of him in waves.
“Yeah, sure you can, Chris...” Sam trails off, momentarily distracted by the warm hand on his knee and his inappropriate reaction to it. He looks down, contemplating the long, slender fingers as they move slowly but boldly up towards his thigh. He risks a look around the nearly empty pub before settling his gaze back on Chris, noting the light flush to his cheeks and the playful, if not slightly mischievous gleam in his eyes.
“Chris what are you, I mean, are you...you know, what I mean is...” Sam stammers, unable to concentrate as that same hand continues its way up his leg, as warm breath in the form of a giggle grazes over his ear.
“Am I a fairy? That what you’re on about?” Chris laughs, stumbling off of his chair and into Sam, the hand that had been hovering close to Sam’s crotch now lodged between his legs. “Wait, Boss I was asking you a question, remember?” Chris is laughing quietly as he entangles himself from Sam, his hand slowly moving up and over the obvious bulge and heat he finds.
“Are you, Sam, er, Boss?” Chris asks, reluctantly pulling his hand away and looking around the room before sitting back in his chair.
“Am I what, Chris?” Sam asks him, annoyed and flushed over the exchange, embarrassed at his own lack of control and at the groan that almost escaped his lips from the surprising, intimate contact.
“You know; a fairy or some such. Ray’s always on about you not being able to get even upstairs outside with Annie even though it’s obvious to all of CID she’s got damp knickers over you and you know the Guv is always calling you a Nancy and I just thought maybe...Maybe it were true. Maybe you were like me.” Chris finishes; eyes on Sam.
“I’m...Um, surprised, Chris, you know, that you...At your, um...You think I’m gay? Is that what you were gonna ask me?” Sam shakes his head, hardly believing his life could get any weirder.
Chris smiles, a goofy grin that spreads from ear to ear and lights up his face. “Nah, knew it were true already Boss. I seen the way you look at blokes, well not Ray, but the Guv, that Crane bloke who I figure you had a real thing for, even me. It’s okay Boss, your secret’s safe with me, us kind got to stick together. Ain’t no other way to go about it, is there?”
“Yeah, I...I guess yeah, that sounds about right but I don’t...I mean...”
“Wait, Boss, what were you gonna ask me anyway? If you weren’t asking if I liked blokes,” Chris asks.
“I just thought you were pissed, you know, off your tits, hand running up my leg and all, but you know...What, um, what were you gonna ask me about, you know, at first like?” Sam asks, swallowing the rest of his pride right alongside the rest of his drink.
“Just wanted some advice is all, you know, friend to friend like? I had this bloke back to mine last night, I’m downstairs inside and I tell him to be quiet so he doesn’t wake up my folks and he’s fine until, you know, I stick my tongue down there.” Chris tells Sam; Sam who is choking on his drink.
“Down where? His...you know...his dick? Most guys are gonna make some noise if you do that Chris...”
“No, not there, the other place.”
“You put your tongue in his...God, Chris, you gave him a rim job? Is that what you mean? In his arse? If you’re asking for advice there...I just don’t think I can help you, you know I’m not that... I mean I don’t typically...”
“Not looking for advice on how to do it Boss. You should try it though. I just need to know how to get him to be quiet for it is all...”
Rating: Light brown cortina for mentions of rimming and some sexual tension
Characters:Sam/Chris implied (mostly UST)
Word Count: 685
A/N: Ficathon Pinch Hit! My prompt was Sam/Chris, Chris knowing more about gay sex than Sam thought, rimming. I intended to go way more PWP with this, and do some full on smut, but Gene wouldn't allow me to pimp Sam out like that, he is one jealous bloke I tell you! This was fun to write though, and it is definitely cracky and heavy on the dialogue. Recipient, whomever you may be, I hope you like it! There is no actual rimming or Sam/Chris, just some man to man talk and some chemistry mainly, but I really do hope you like it! (Prod me with a stick and I might visit the third prompt of Annie and an OFC or a Who crossover, I have some lovely Annie/Rose thoughts I'd love to get out now!!)
Also, title taken from Avenue Q's, If You Were Gay : )
Enjoy : )
“Can I ask you a question, Boss?” Chris asks as he leans in precariously close to Sam, teetering on the edge of his seat, some nervous sort of energy coming off of him in waves.
“Yeah, sure you can, Chris...” Sam trails off, momentarily distracted by the warm hand on his knee and his inappropriate reaction to it. He looks down, contemplating the long, slender fingers as they move slowly but boldly up towards his thigh. He risks a look around the nearly empty pub before settling his gaze back on Chris, noting the light flush to his cheeks and the playful, if not slightly mischievous gleam in his eyes.
“Chris what are you, I mean, are you...you know, what I mean is...” Sam stammers, unable to concentrate as that same hand continues its way up his leg, as warm breath in the form of a giggle grazes over his ear.
“Am I a fairy? That what you’re on about?” Chris laughs, stumbling off of his chair and into Sam, the hand that had been hovering close to Sam’s crotch now lodged between his legs. “Wait, Boss I was asking you a question, remember?” Chris is laughing quietly as he entangles himself from Sam, his hand slowly moving up and over the obvious bulge and heat he finds.
“Are you, Sam, er, Boss?” Chris asks, reluctantly pulling his hand away and looking around the room before sitting back in his chair.
“Am I what, Chris?” Sam asks him, annoyed and flushed over the exchange, embarrassed at his own lack of control and at the groan that almost escaped his lips from the surprising, intimate contact.
“You know; a fairy or some such. Ray’s always on about you not being able to get even upstairs outside with Annie even though it’s obvious to all of CID she’s got damp knickers over you and you know the Guv is always calling you a Nancy and I just thought maybe...Maybe it were true. Maybe you were like me.” Chris finishes; eyes on Sam.
“I’m...Um, surprised, Chris, you know, that you...At your, um...You think I’m gay? Is that what you were gonna ask me?” Sam shakes his head, hardly believing his life could get any weirder.
Chris smiles, a goofy grin that spreads from ear to ear and lights up his face. “Nah, knew it were true already Boss. I seen the way you look at blokes, well not Ray, but the Guv, that Crane bloke who I figure you had a real thing for, even me. It’s okay Boss, your secret’s safe with me, us kind got to stick together. Ain’t no other way to go about it, is there?”
“Yeah, I...I guess yeah, that sounds about right but I don’t...I mean...”
“Wait, Boss, what were you gonna ask me anyway? If you weren’t asking if I liked blokes,” Chris asks.
“I just thought you were pissed, you know, off your tits, hand running up my leg and all, but you know...What, um, what were you gonna ask me about, you know, at first like?” Sam asks, swallowing the rest of his pride right alongside the rest of his drink.
“Just wanted some advice is all, you know, friend to friend like? I had this bloke back to mine last night, I’m downstairs inside and I tell him to be quiet so he doesn’t wake up my folks and he’s fine until, you know, I stick my tongue down there.” Chris tells Sam; Sam who is choking on his drink.
“Down where? His...you know...his dick? Most guys are gonna make some noise if you do that Chris...”
“No, not there, the other place.”
“You put your tongue in his...God, Chris, you gave him a rim job? Is that what you mean? In his arse? If you’re asking for advice there...I just don’t think I can help you, you know I’m not that... I mean I don’t typically...”
“Not looking for advice on how to do it Boss. You should try it though. I just need to know how to get him to be quiet for it is all...”