[Fic] Love On Mars - part one (Gene/Sam, Chris/Sam, Sam/Annie, etc)
I'm contributing to the Porntober! yay!! :D I will have part two posted in a few hours; I have class soon. So you know, part two is more smutty than this. Trust me. ;)
(I'm not sure when/if part three will be out... life suddenly got busy again)
Title: Love on Mars - part one
Fandom: Life on Mars
Pairing: Gene/Sam, Chris/Sam, Sam/Annie, Sam/?
Rating: Brown Cortina (R-ish)
Warnings: Slash, slight het, PWP, language, and a not-so-monogamous Sam
Summary: (Almost) Everyone wants a piece of Sam’s pie.
Notes: This fic started with the fact that Sam’s got a nice arse, and everyone else thinks so too. It progressed to other things. Happy Porntober!
Disclaimer: I do not own, BBC and Kudos does.
~**~
Sam leaned forward on the bathroom sink and hung his head, sighing heavily. It was another one of those days when the whole of CID was out for him. Oh, not in the sense where ‘He Was Right And They Were Wrong But They Couldn’t Admit It’ ordeal, but it was another ‘Let’s Flirt With DI Sam Tyler Day’. Wherever he turned, there were girls smiling prettily at him and fluttering their lashes, or he was getting felt up, or he was getting too close for comfort with someone as he was leaving a room and they were entering, and the other person just happened to stay there for a fraction longer than necessary to either gaze into his eyes and sniff him. And yes, he wasn’t fooled; he saw Chris’ nostrils flare this morning when just that very thing happened. He was coming out of the Guv’s office after another slight argument about a case and Chris was coming in. He had to admit that Chris wasn’t really bad looking, but sometimes he got too overbearing with his puppy love for him and he had to get away. And as he walked out of the office and toward the canteen, someone grabbed his arse. He made a U-turn and headed for the bathroom.
The last thing he expected while standing there as he tried to gather his bearings was not the feel of another person’s hands gripping his arse cheeks firmly with two strong hands.
Sam looked up into the mirror and saw the Guv hovering behind him, and not Chris. Which meant, of course, that it was the Guv’s hands that were firmly planted on his rear and no one else’s.
He didn’t want to admit it, but that was one of his kinks. He actually enjoyed it when others touched his arse, be it Maya, Annie or any of the other girls that would grab it whenever he walked by them. He wasn’t sure if this happened to anyone else in the department or anywhere within the building, but he was glad that no one knew about the effect it had on him whenever someone did grab his arse. A pinch didn’t do much for him, but a full on grab got his todger excited and he’d have to hurry to the loo and take a few deep breaths to calm himself down before going back out.
But now he had the Guv’s hands on his arse and no matter how hard he stared at him in the mirror, the Guv wouldn’t let go.
Gene leaned into him and whispered into his ear, “I knew you liked it.”
Sam finally found the ability to move. He turned to face Gene and opened his mouth to say something biting, but then he was trapped between Gene’s arms as Gene grabbed the edge of the sink’s counter.
“Guv, what the hell…”
Gene kissed him. His eyes widened in shock and all he could do for a moment was stand there, frozen, as he felt Gene’s lips on his. Then they started to move, slowly, and when Gene brought a hand back down to grope his arse, Sam found his eyes closing and his mouth responding.
He must be dreaming. There was no way in hell that Gene Hunt would kiss another man, let alone him. Also, since when would he have allowed Gene to do this to him in the first place? He regained his senses, but by then it was too late; they’d already been snogging, and Gene’s hand had been leaving a handprint were he groped his arse tightly. He honestly had no idea that the Guv was this good of a kisser, but then, just as he was about to remove his lips and tell Gene to stop, the door suddenly opened. The second that happened, Gene pulled away and punched him in the gut.
Sam doubled over in pain, holding his stomach, and before his eyes closed, he saw that it was Ray that had walked in. Luckily, Ray only saw the punch and nothing else, and a hard punch to the midsection was a sure fire way to stopping a stiffy.
“Next time, don’t question my authority, Tyler. You’re my officer, and don’t you forget it!”
Gene stormed out, acting as if he was really angry, and Ray got out of his way. When the door shut, Ray stood there with an amused look on his face, arms crossed and shaking his head in mock dismay.
“You should know better by now, boss.”
“Piss off,” snarled Sam as he massaged his stomach.
“What do you think I’m doing in here in the first place?” Ray smirked. “Unless you’re willing to stay right where you are with your mouth open and pose as a urinal, you need to get out of my way.”
Sam slowly stood. “The urinals are over there on the other side, not behind me. Unless you’re dumb enough to think the sinks are urinals too…”
Ray got into Sam’s face. “You want a black eye to match the bruise on your stomach, keep it up.”
Sam stared him down, debating on whether he should test Ray and say something. Although, it wouldn’t be good to get into a fight with Ray right now since he had a case to work on tonight and the last thing he needed was another delay. He also didn’t want the Guv to see that he’d been fighting with Ray, because the Guv didn’t like it when his officers fought each other instead of criminals or Litton’s men. Speaking of the Guv, he needed to talk to him about what just happened.
When he didn’t say anything, Ray scoffed. “Knew you didn’t have it in you.”
Sam felt heat rising to his face in anger. “Oh, you know I do, Sergeant. Or did you forget the beating I gave you that one time in the locker room?”
Ray pointed a finger in his face. “You got lucky.”
Sam opened his mouth to retort when the door opened again and in stepped Chris. Sam used the opportunity to escape Ray before he did something he regretted.
“All right, boss?” said Chris, looking between the two with worry.
“I’m fine, Chris, thanks,” said Sam. He turned his body to the side to leave, since Chris was still blocking part of the door, and it happened again. Chris leaned forward just a little, and his nostrils flared. Sam moved his head back against the arch and raised his eyebrows at him. “Chris.”
Chris smiled, blushing lightly. “Sorry, boss.”
Sam left quickly and made his way to the Guv’s office. Gene was sitting in his chair, feet up on his desk, and reading the paper. He was taking a swig of his drink when Sam came in, but didn’t look at him at all, just set his glass down and continued to look at the paper.
Sam stood in front of Gene’s desk, thighs touching. “Guv.”
“Not now, Sammy boy, I’m busy.”
“Doing what? Drinking all your booze? Smoking all your cigarettes? Or trying to ignore what just happened back there?”
“What are you on about?” said Gene, eyes still on the paper in his hand.
Sam slammed his hands down on Gene’s desk. “You know bloody well what I’m on about! Why did you… you know.”
Gene sighed, letting the air vibrate his lips as he did so, and then slowly folded the paper back up, set it down on the desk in front of him, and looked up. Sam was glowering at him, mouth set in a firm line.
“Sam, we have a murderer to find, so go back out there and do your job.”
“Not until you tell me what just happened in the men’s room,” Sam said stubbornly.
Gene looked at the ceiling and hummed a little, as if in thought. “Well, let me see… what usually happens in the men’s room? Oh yeah, pissing and shitting. So you either took a piss or a shit. Which is it, Tyler?”
“That is NOT what I’m bloody talking about and you know it! Why are you avoiding it?”
“I’m not avoiding anything,” Gene said in a casual tone. “I think you’ve gone around the bend.” He paused. “Again.”
Sam gave a disbelieving laugh and rolled his eyes. “I can’t believe this. You’re not even acknowledging what we did!”
“I punched you in the gut and told you off,” Gene monologued. “I thought that was pretty clear.”
“Damn it, Gene, don’t play with me!”
Gene took his feet off the desk and leaned back in his seat, looking as unruffled as possible. He knew that if he played his cool card this time instead of Sam, it would most likely piss Sam off so much he will storm off in a huff. He leered at him.
“Don’t be such a sissy arse, Tyler.”
“I-“ Sam started, floundering for words he was so annoyed. When Gene continued to ignore him and just pour himself another drink, Sam had an idea. He hopped his butt onto the desk, pushed some things out of his way, and then lay down across the Guv’s desk on his side, using his elbow as a pillow. Gene stared at him, trying to maintain his aloofness, but it was so hard to do when Sam Tyler was sprawled out onto your desk like a buffet spread. “I’m not leaving your desk until we talk about it.”
Gene snorted. “Big girl’s blouse.”
“I’m serious, Guv. You could be looking at your first sexual harassment case filed if …”
Gene stared into Sam’s face, Sam’s words trailing off in his ears. When Gene didn’t react, Sam laid more on his back but kept his head turned toward him. Gene stared some more, and Sam stayed there, determined to get the Guv to reconsider talking about the events in the bathroom.
And then, Gene’s hand was in Sam’s hair, carding through it until it stopped at the base of his neck, and he was leaning closer. Sam thought about moving away a bit too late, and then Gene’s mouth was on his. Gene pinched the back of his neck, and Sam found himself opening his mouth wider and letting Gene’s tongue inside. Sam almost moved his head away, but Gene’s grip tightened and their mouths and teeth mashed and Sam breathed heavily out of his nose. His head was off the table now, almost in Gene’s lap, and when the office door opened, Gene suddenly let go and Sam found himself falling backwards onto the floor.
“Um, sir?”
“What is it, Cartwright?” Gene grumbled. “Can’t you see I’m busy?”
“Um…”
Sam sat on the floor, rubbing his head. Annie saw him and went over to him. “Sir, are you all right?”
“Yeah, I’ll be fine. Just fell.”
“Tell us what you were going to say and get out,” growled Gene.
“The suspect for the murder case was brought in and put in Lost and Found.”
Gene sighed. “Perfect timing. Well, Sammy boy, let’s go grill another lowlife.”
~**~
Was it the new cologne he decided to wear today that was doing it? Was it his shirt? Maybe it was his hair. Whatever it was, they were attracted to him like flies to shit. After he and the Guv were finished with the interrogation in the Lost and Found, he was the last one to leave the room and there was Annie. He opened his mouth to say hello, but then she had flung her arms around his shoulders and covered his mouth with hers. Instinctively, he wrapped his arms around her back, pulled her close, and snogged her silly. She felt so soft and warm in his arms, and her mouth was so submissive. He plundered it with his tongue, and she moaned softly into his mouth, pressing herself hard against him.
“What was that for?” he asked breathlessly once she pulled off.
She blushed. “I dunno. Just felt like it, I guess.”
He smiled, feeling a little embarrassed, and then slowly removed himself from her arms and started toward the Guv’s office. Annie grabbed his arse the moment he turned, and he jumped in surprise. He looked back, and Annie was smiling and winking at him. He blushed and ran to the Guv’s office. Then he realized he was getting an erection from that grope, so he reversed direction and went to the men’s room.
Here he was again, leaning against the sink and wiling his erection down. A moment too soon, Chris had come in and went toward one of the urinals. He stopped when he saw Sam.
“Hello, boss.”
“Hi, Chris.”
“What’s wrong? Anything I can do to help?”
“No, thanks anyway, Chris.” He kept his head down and eyes shut, hoping that Chris would just do his bathroom duty and then leave. He listened as Chris unzipped his fly and then he heard the faint sound of tinkling. Sam laid his forehead down on the cool basin, and it helped somewhat. His erection was finally going down.
Today, however, just wasn’t his day. There was a pair of strong hands on his back and shoulders, massaging, and he couldn’t stop the moan that escaped at the feel.
“You’re so tense, boss,” said Chris. “No wonder you’ve been looking stressed out.”
“I’m fine,” grumbled Sam. “Thanks anyway, Chri-oh, god, that feels good.”
“Knew you’d like it,” said Chris, sounding as if he were grinning. Sam found he really didn’t want Chris to stop; his fingers worked their magic on his muscles and spine, and he felt as though he was about to turn into a puddle of goo on the floor. Chris found a rather tight knot in his shoulder and kept kneading at it. Sam groaned and lay even flatter on the counter, forehead still touching the basin.
“God, that feels sooooo good, Chris… fuck, yes, keep going… lower, please… lower…”
Chris rubbed around Sam’s lower back on the base of his spine, and Sam found himself nearly purring.
Then there were lips on the back of his neck, and Sam nearly jumped out of his skin.
“Sorry, boss, I just…”
“Keep going,” Sam mumbled, meaning the massage because Chris’ hands had stopped, but Chris thought he meant the kissing, so he pressed his body against Sam’s and moved his mouth from the back of his neck to the underside of his jaw. Sam tensed up again. “Chris…”
Chris was hard, Sam could feel it. Sam gripped the edge of the sink when Chris’ hands moved down from his spine and to his arse and grabbed it in the way that got Sam hard in an instant. Sam panted, face red, as he tried to fight what was happening, but he couldn’t; it all felt too good. Sam turned his head to tell Chris that they should stop and maybe continue this somewhere else less public, but then his bottom lip was sucked into Chris’ mouth and he could only moan. His upper lip was then sucked on, then his lips were licked before both were pulled into a firm, sucking kiss. Sam felt his knees turn to jelly. Was everyone around here a good kisser?
When the door opened, Chris immediately jumped off to the side to pretend as though he were just about to wash his hands. Sam tried to act nonchalant; making sure his body was as close to the sink as possible when he stuck his hands under the facet to wash them, even though he hadn’t even deposited his own present in the porcelain.
The officer, whom Sam didn’t know well, made his way to one of the stalls instead of a urinal. Sam quickly dried his hands and got out before Chris could. He wasn’t sure if he should just go to his desk and pretend that the kiss never happened, or if he should confront Chris. He’d been kissed by three different people in one day, and it was only noon.
He just remembered that he was on his way to the Guv’s office when he’d gotten sidetracked by an erection. When he went in, Gene was pacing and smoking.
“It’s about bloody time you got yer arse here, Tyler.”
“Sorry, Guv, I was detained…” Gene interrupted him with a smack to his arse, and he jumped, again, in surprise. “Guv!”
“If anyone else tries to detain you, I’ll cut off their scrotums and shove them down their throats.”
“Er, what if they don’t have scrotums?”
Gene’s eyebrows rose. “It was Cartwright then, was it? Then I’ll rip her egg sacks out and feed them to her.”
“Hey!” Sam gasped in protest.
“Look, we need to get a move on with this case,” explained Gene. “Litton is getting so high on his high ‘orse, he almost has you surpassed. So, you have any ideas, Arse on Legs?”
“Well, I… wait, what did you call me?”
Gene looked unflappable. “Called you Brain on Legs.”
“No, that’s not what you said.”
“Yes it is.”
“No, it’s not,” Sam said, exasperated. “You called me ARSE on legs.”
“Did I? Huh. Slip of the tongue,” said Gene offhandedly.
“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Sam mumbled.
“What was that?”
“Nothing.”
Gene looked as though he didn’t believe him, but he let it slide anyway. He patted Sam on the back and began to push him out of the office. “When you get any ideas about the case, let me know. I’ve got someone else I’m going to pull in and question.”
“Don’t you want me with you?”
“I don’t need you with me for this one, Tyler. I’m just bringing in the blighter, don’t need your brains for this.”
“But… I thought…”
Gene stared, and then suddenly he grabbed Sam’s face and brought him in for a deep kiss. Sam opened his mouth automatically and allowed for Gene’s tongue. After a minute, Gene gently broke the kiss.
“Another slip of the tongue?” said Sam cheekily. Gene didn’t answer, just gave a small grunt like laugh and left the office.
~**~
(I'm not sure when/if part three will be out... life suddenly got busy again)
Title: Love on Mars - part one
Fandom: Life on Mars
Pairing: Gene/Sam, Chris/Sam, Sam/Annie, Sam/?
Rating: Brown Cortina (R-ish)
Warnings: Slash, slight het, PWP, language, and a not-so-monogamous Sam
Summary: (Almost) Everyone wants a piece of Sam’s pie.
Notes: This fic started with the fact that Sam’s got a nice arse, and everyone else thinks so too. It progressed to other things. Happy Porntober!
Disclaimer: I do not own, BBC and Kudos does.
~**~
Sam leaned forward on the bathroom sink and hung his head, sighing heavily. It was another one of those days when the whole of CID was out for him. Oh, not in the sense where ‘He Was Right And They Were Wrong But They Couldn’t Admit It’ ordeal, but it was another ‘Let’s Flirt With DI Sam Tyler Day’. Wherever he turned, there were girls smiling prettily at him and fluttering their lashes, or he was getting felt up, or he was getting too close for comfort with someone as he was leaving a room and they were entering, and the other person just happened to stay there for a fraction longer than necessary to either gaze into his eyes and sniff him. And yes, he wasn’t fooled; he saw Chris’ nostrils flare this morning when just that very thing happened. He was coming out of the Guv’s office after another slight argument about a case and Chris was coming in. He had to admit that Chris wasn’t really bad looking, but sometimes he got too overbearing with his puppy love for him and he had to get away. And as he walked out of the office and toward the canteen, someone grabbed his arse. He made a U-turn and headed for the bathroom.
The last thing he expected while standing there as he tried to gather his bearings was not the feel of another person’s hands gripping his arse cheeks firmly with two strong hands.
Sam looked up into the mirror and saw the Guv hovering behind him, and not Chris. Which meant, of course, that it was the Guv’s hands that were firmly planted on his rear and no one else’s.
He didn’t want to admit it, but that was one of his kinks. He actually enjoyed it when others touched his arse, be it Maya, Annie or any of the other girls that would grab it whenever he walked by them. He wasn’t sure if this happened to anyone else in the department or anywhere within the building, but he was glad that no one knew about the effect it had on him whenever someone did grab his arse. A pinch didn’t do much for him, but a full on grab got his todger excited and he’d have to hurry to the loo and take a few deep breaths to calm himself down before going back out.
But now he had the Guv’s hands on his arse and no matter how hard he stared at him in the mirror, the Guv wouldn’t let go.
Gene leaned into him and whispered into his ear, “I knew you liked it.”
Sam finally found the ability to move. He turned to face Gene and opened his mouth to say something biting, but then he was trapped between Gene’s arms as Gene grabbed the edge of the sink’s counter.
“Guv, what the hell…”
Gene kissed him. His eyes widened in shock and all he could do for a moment was stand there, frozen, as he felt Gene’s lips on his. Then they started to move, slowly, and when Gene brought a hand back down to grope his arse, Sam found his eyes closing and his mouth responding.
He must be dreaming. There was no way in hell that Gene Hunt would kiss another man, let alone him. Also, since when would he have allowed Gene to do this to him in the first place? He regained his senses, but by then it was too late; they’d already been snogging, and Gene’s hand had been leaving a handprint were he groped his arse tightly. He honestly had no idea that the Guv was this good of a kisser, but then, just as he was about to remove his lips and tell Gene to stop, the door suddenly opened. The second that happened, Gene pulled away and punched him in the gut.
Sam doubled over in pain, holding his stomach, and before his eyes closed, he saw that it was Ray that had walked in. Luckily, Ray only saw the punch and nothing else, and a hard punch to the midsection was a sure fire way to stopping a stiffy.
“Next time, don’t question my authority, Tyler. You’re my officer, and don’t you forget it!”
Gene stormed out, acting as if he was really angry, and Ray got out of his way. When the door shut, Ray stood there with an amused look on his face, arms crossed and shaking his head in mock dismay.
“You should know better by now, boss.”
“Piss off,” snarled Sam as he massaged his stomach.
“What do you think I’m doing in here in the first place?” Ray smirked. “Unless you’re willing to stay right where you are with your mouth open and pose as a urinal, you need to get out of my way.”
Sam slowly stood. “The urinals are over there on the other side, not behind me. Unless you’re dumb enough to think the sinks are urinals too…”
Ray got into Sam’s face. “You want a black eye to match the bruise on your stomach, keep it up.”
Sam stared him down, debating on whether he should test Ray and say something. Although, it wouldn’t be good to get into a fight with Ray right now since he had a case to work on tonight and the last thing he needed was another delay. He also didn’t want the Guv to see that he’d been fighting with Ray, because the Guv didn’t like it when his officers fought each other instead of criminals or Litton’s men. Speaking of the Guv, he needed to talk to him about what just happened.
When he didn’t say anything, Ray scoffed. “Knew you didn’t have it in you.”
Sam felt heat rising to his face in anger. “Oh, you know I do, Sergeant. Or did you forget the beating I gave you that one time in the locker room?”
Ray pointed a finger in his face. “You got lucky.”
Sam opened his mouth to retort when the door opened again and in stepped Chris. Sam used the opportunity to escape Ray before he did something he regretted.
“All right, boss?” said Chris, looking between the two with worry.
“I’m fine, Chris, thanks,” said Sam. He turned his body to the side to leave, since Chris was still blocking part of the door, and it happened again. Chris leaned forward just a little, and his nostrils flared. Sam moved his head back against the arch and raised his eyebrows at him. “Chris.”
Chris smiled, blushing lightly. “Sorry, boss.”
Sam left quickly and made his way to the Guv’s office. Gene was sitting in his chair, feet up on his desk, and reading the paper. He was taking a swig of his drink when Sam came in, but didn’t look at him at all, just set his glass down and continued to look at the paper.
Sam stood in front of Gene’s desk, thighs touching. “Guv.”
“Not now, Sammy boy, I’m busy.”
“Doing what? Drinking all your booze? Smoking all your cigarettes? Or trying to ignore what just happened back there?”
“What are you on about?” said Gene, eyes still on the paper in his hand.
Sam slammed his hands down on Gene’s desk. “You know bloody well what I’m on about! Why did you… you know.”
Gene sighed, letting the air vibrate his lips as he did so, and then slowly folded the paper back up, set it down on the desk in front of him, and looked up. Sam was glowering at him, mouth set in a firm line.
“Sam, we have a murderer to find, so go back out there and do your job.”
“Not until you tell me what just happened in the men’s room,” Sam said stubbornly.
Gene looked at the ceiling and hummed a little, as if in thought. “Well, let me see… what usually happens in the men’s room? Oh yeah, pissing and shitting. So you either took a piss or a shit. Which is it, Tyler?”
“That is NOT what I’m bloody talking about and you know it! Why are you avoiding it?”
“I’m not avoiding anything,” Gene said in a casual tone. “I think you’ve gone around the bend.” He paused. “Again.”
Sam gave a disbelieving laugh and rolled his eyes. “I can’t believe this. You’re not even acknowledging what we did!”
“I punched you in the gut and told you off,” Gene monologued. “I thought that was pretty clear.”
“Damn it, Gene, don’t play with me!”
Gene took his feet off the desk and leaned back in his seat, looking as unruffled as possible. He knew that if he played his cool card this time instead of Sam, it would most likely piss Sam off so much he will storm off in a huff. He leered at him.
“Don’t be such a sissy arse, Tyler.”
“I-“ Sam started, floundering for words he was so annoyed. When Gene continued to ignore him and just pour himself another drink, Sam had an idea. He hopped his butt onto the desk, pushed some things out of his way, and then lay down across the Guv’s desk on his side, using his elbow as a pillow. Gene stared at him, trying to maintain his aloofness, but it was so hard to do when Sam Tyler was sprawled out onto your desk like a buffet spread. “I’m not leaving your desk until we talk about it.”
Gene snorted. “Big girl’s blouse.”
“I’m serious, Guv. You could be looking at your first sexual harassment case filed if …”
Gene stared into Sam’s face, Sam’s words trailing off in his ears. When Gene didn’t react, Sam laid more on his back but kept his head turned toward him. Gene stared some more, and Sam stayed there, determined to get the Guv to reconsider talking about the events in the bathroom.
And then, Gene’s hand was in Sam’s hair, carding through it until it stopped at the base of his neck, and he was leaning closer. Sam thought about moving away a bit too late, and then Gene’s mouth was on his. Gene pinched the back of his neck, and Sam found himself opening his mouth wider and letting Gene’s tongue inside. Sam almost moved his head away, but Gene’s grip tightened and their mouths and teeth mashed and Sam breathed heavily out of his nose. His head was off the table now, almost in Gene’s lap, and when the office door opened, Gene suddenly let go and Sam found himself falling backwards onto the floor.
“Um, sir?”
“What is it, Cartwright?” Gene grumbled. “Can’t you see I’m busy?”
“Um…”
Sam sat on the floor, rubbing his head. Annie saw him and went over to him. “Sir, are you all right?”
“Yeah, I’ll be fine. Just fell.”
“Tell us what you were going to say and get out,” growled Gene.
“The suspect for the murder case was brought in and put in Lost and Found.”
Gene sighed. “Perfect timing. Well, Sammy boy, let’s go grill another lowlife.”
~**~
Was it the new cologne he decided to wear today that was doing it? Was it his shirt? Maybe it was his hair. Whatever it was, they were attracted to him like flies to shit. After he and the Guv were finished with the interrogation in the Lost and Found, he was the last one to leave the room and there was Annie. He opened his mouth to say hello, but then she had flung her arms around his shoulders and covered his mouth with hers. Instinctively, he wrapped his arms around her back, pulled her close, and snogged her silly. She felt so soft and warm in his arms, and her mouth was so submissive. He plundered it with his tongue, and she moaned softly into his mouth, pressing herself hard against him.
“What was that for?” he asked breathlessly once she pulled off.
She blushed. “I dunno. Just felt like it, I guess.”
He smiled, feeling a little embarrassed, and then slowly removed himself from her arms and started toward the Guv’s office. Annie grabbed his arse the moment he turned, and he jumped in surprise. He looked back, and Annie was smiling and winking at him. He blushed and ran to the Guv’s office. Then he realized he was getting an erection from that grope, so he reversed direction and went to the men’s room.
Here he was again, leaning against the sink and wiling his erection down. A moment too soon, Chris had come in and went toward one of the urinals. He stopped when he saw Sam.
“Hello, boss.”
“Hi, Chris.”
“What’s wrong? Anything I can do to help?”
“No, thanks anyway, Chris.” He kept his head down and eyes shut, hoping that Chris would just do his bathroom duty and then leave. He listened as Chris unzipped his fly and then he heard the faint sound of tinkling. Sam laid his forehead down on the cool basin, and it helped somewhat. His erection was finally going down.
Today, however, just wasn’t his day. There was a pair of strong hands on his back and shoulders, massaging, and he couldn’t stop the moan that escaped at the feel.
“You’re so tense, boss,” said Chris. “No wonder you’ve been looking stressed out.”
“I’m fine,” grumbled Sam. “Thanks anyway, Chri-oh, god, that feels good.”
“Knew you’d like it,” said Chris, sounding as if he were grinning. Sam found he really didn’t want Chris to stop; his fingers worked their magic on his muscles and spine, and he felt as though he was about to turn into a puddle of goo on the floor. Chris found a rather tight knot in his shoulder and kept kneading at it. Sam groaned and lay even flatter on the counter, forehead still touching the basin.
“God, that feels sooooo good, Chris… fuck, yes, keep going… lower, please… lower…”
Chris rubbed around Sam’s lower back on the base of his spine, and Sam found himself nearly purring.
Then there were lips on the back of his neck, and Sam nearly jumped out of his skin.
“Sorry, boss, I just…”
“Keep going,” Sam mumbled, meaning the massage because Chris’ hands had stopped, but Chris thought he meant the kissing, so he pressed his body against Sam’s and moved his mouth from the back of his neck to the underside of his jaw. Sam tensed up again. “Chris…”
Chris was hard, Sam could feel it. Sam gripped the edge of the sink when Chris’ hands moved down from his spine and to his arse and grabbed it in the way that got Sam hard in an instant. Sam panted, face red, as he tried to fight what was happening, but he couldn’t; it all felt too good. Sam turned his head to tell Chris that they should stop and maybe continue this somewhere else less public, but then his bottom lip was sucked into Chris’ mouth and he could only moan. His upper lip was then sucked on, then his lips were licked before both were pulled into a firm, sucking kiss. Sam felt his knees turn to jelly. Was everyone around here a good kisser?
When the door opened, Chris immediately jumped off to the side to pretend as though he were just about to wash his hands. Sam tried to act nonchalant; making sure his body was as close to the sink as possible when he stuck his hands under the facet to wash them, even though he hadn’t even deposited his own present in the porcelain.
The officer, whom Sam didn’t know well, made his way to one of the stalls instead of a urinal. Sam quickly dried his hands and got out before Chris could. He wasn’t sure if he should just go to his desk and pretend that the kiss never happened, or if he should confront Chris. He’d been kissed by three different people in one day, and it was only noon.
He just remembered that he was on his way to the Guv’s office when he’d gotten sidetracked by an erection. When he went in, Gene was pacing and smoking.
“It’s about bloody time you got yer arse here, Tyler.”
“Sorry, Guv, I was detained…” Gene interrupted him with a smack to his arse, and he jumped, again, in surprise. “Guv!”
“If anyone else tries to detain you, I’ll cut off their scrotums and shove them down their throats.”
“Er, what if they don’t have scrotums?”
Gene’s eyebrows rose. “It was Cartwright then, was it? Then I’ll rip her egg sacks out and feed them to her.”
“Hey!” Sam gasped in protest.
“Look, we need to get a move on with this case,” explained Gene. “Litton is getting so high on his high ‘orse, he almost has you surpassed. So, you have any ideas, Arse on Legs?”
“Well, I… wait, what did you call me?”
Gene looked unflappable. “Called you Brain on Legs.”
“No, that’s not what you said.”
“Yes it is.”
“No, it’s not,” Sam said, exasperated. “You called me ARSE on legs.”
“Did I? Huh. Slip of the tongue,” said Gene offhandedly.
“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Sam mumbled.
“What was that?”
“Nothing.”
Gene looked as though he didn’t believe him, but he let it slide anyway. He patted Sam on the back and began to push him out of the office. “When you get any ideas about the case, let me know. I’ve got someone else I’m going to pull in and question.”
“Don’t you want me with you?”
“I don’t need you with me for this one, Tyler. I’m just bringing in the blighter, don’t need your brains for this.”
“But… I thought…”
Gene stared, and then suddenly he grabbed Sam’s face and brought him in for a deep kiss. Sam opened his mouth automatically and allowed for Gene’s tongue. After a minute, Gene gently broke the kiss.
“Another slip of the tongue?” said Sam cheekily. Gene didn’t answer, just gave a small grunt like laugh and left the office.
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