[Fic] Love on Mars - part 3
I will apologize now for this chapter... please, please don't hurt me too badly. :D
PS: Mods, I don't want to spoil the chapter at all, but yes or no to a new tag for the pairing I put in this one?
Love on Mars - part three
Fandom: Life on Mars
Pairing: Gene/Sam, Chris/Sam, Sam/Annie, Sam/?
Rating: Brown Cortina (NC17)
Warnings: Slash, slight het, PWP (the only plot is Sam’s neediness), language, rimming, spanking, frottage, and a not-so-monogamous Sam
Summary: (Almost) Everyone wants a piece of Sam’s pie. (And Sam’s willing to give it away)
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.
Disclaimer: I do not own, BBC and Kudos does.
~**~
The pub, thankfully, wasn’t too packed. Nelson greeted them as usual, and poured the drinks. They took their drinks over to the spot where Superintendent Harry Woolf was sitting with his own glass of scotch. He looked over the rim at them when they walked over, and Woolf’s eyes roamed Sam before falling on Gene.
“How’re you feeling, sir?” Sam asked as he sat down across from him. Gene sat just between them and drank from his glass right away.
“Same as last time you saw me,” Woolf sighed. “But I don’t want to think of that right now. Now I just want to have a drink with my friends and colleagues, and have some fun.”
“Of course, sir,” said Sam, toasting him.
“So, Gene,” said Woolf slowly. “Where’s Chris and Ray?”
Gene explained about what happened with the undercover job they did in the car factory and how Chris went and jumped in front of a bullet for Sam when the criminal tried to make a break for it. Woolf raised his eyebrows in surprise but didn’t interrupt. Gene went on to tell him that Ray wasn’t allowed in the pub tonight because of the fight he got into with Sam at the hospital after bringing Chris in.
“So that’s where you got that nice shiner from,” smiled Woolf, gesturing at Sam with his glass. “I thought maybe Gene was getting too rough with ya.”
Sam fought down a blush and stared into his drink. “Well, it wouldn’t be the first one I would’ve gotten.”
“You’re not still beating on him, are ya, Gene?” said Woolf, raising an eyebrow. “He’s a good lad.”
“Only when he deserves it,” grumbled Gene. He lit up a cigarette and Woolf followed suit. Sam leaned back in his chair, trying not to inhale too much of the secondhand smoke, if he can help it.
“Well, as I was saying in your office, I won’t be Superintendent for much longer, so I’m doing things right before I’ve completely left. I was wondering if you boys would like to join me on a case, my last case, for old times sake.”
Sam’s eyebrows rose and Gene’s were knitted together in thought. Sam didn’t want to say anything yet, so he waited for his Guv. After almost a half minute later, Gene nodded his head and took another swig of his drink.
“It would be an honor to help you, Harry.”
“Excellent,” beamed Woolf. “I knew I could count on you two.”
Sam just nodded and sipped his scotch. He honestly didn’t know what to think about it. He hoped that it wouldn’t turn out like it did the last time they helped Superintendent Woolf with a case. And he couldn’t help wondering how his mentor, Glen, was doing. He hoped he was well.
“Sam?” Gene shook him out of his reverie, and he looked over. “You in?”
“Yeah, sure,” he said. What else could he say? There was no way he could say no, now.
“Good,” said Gene. “Yer round, then?”
Sam smirked, nodded, and then got up to get them more drinks.
~**~
Gene was plastered, and Sam had no choice but to take his keys away. Woolf was only slightly buzzed, but Sam figured he was still too drunk to drive. He didn’t have as much as them, so he decided it was up to him to drive the Cortina, whether Gene liked it or not.
“Me gram drives fas’er than you, Tyler…” Gene slurred.
“It’s called doin’ the speed limit, Guv,” said Sam.
“No, it’sh called bein’ pansy.”
“Let ’em drive his way, Gene,” said Woolf in the back seat. “He’s fine.”
“Yer all against me,” Gene grumbled. Sam smiled in amusement.
They dropped Gene off. When they were sure that he was going to be all right, Sam got back into the driver’s seat and Woolf sat in the passenger’s. He made sure they were both buckled before taking off.
“Gene won’t like it when ‘e finds out you used ‘is car to bring me ‘ome.”
“He can lump it.”
Woolf laughed. He reached over to turn the radio on and fiddled with the knobs for a while, trying to find some music he liked. Sam tried to concentrate on the road ahead, and his eyes felt a little red from the smoke and scotch. Woolf waved out his directions to his place, and Sam followed them as best he could. When they finally arrived, Sam just stayed in the car and leaned his head back against the seat.
“You can come in, ya know.”
“No, I better just bring the Guv’s car back to him…”
“Please, come in,” said Woolf gently. “Have some coffee before you go at least.”
It was probably best that he did, thought Sam. He didn’t want to fall asleep while driving, and he couldn’t imagine what Gene would do to him if he totaled the car. So he got out, pocketed the keys, and followed Harry Woolf into his house. It was rather big inside, but seemed deserted.
“Yer family not ‘ome?” Sam asked, sitting down at the breakfast nook. Woolf staggered slightly into the kitchen and started the coffee.
“No,” he said. “At the In-laws.”
“Oh,” said Sam. He wasn’t sure what else to say at the moment; this was all rather new to him. He thought maybe just this one cup of coffee and he’ll go. Woolf sat across from him with his own cup, sipping it. Sam struggled with what to say, because it was too damn quiet.
“They took off after you and Gene caught me out,” Woolf explained. He sighed sadly and stared into his coffee. “Guess they’re really disappointed in me.”
Sam wasn’t sure what to say to that. He wondered if that meant that his wife was going to divorce him, but he didn’t think it was good to pry. So he drank more of his coffee instead.
After a while, his bladder finally had enough and wanted to evacuate what it had in it. Sam asked where his bathroom was. There were two, and Sam took the one on the bottom floor because he didn’t feel like climbing the stairs and trying to guess which door was the bathroom and which was the bedroom. He relieved himself, flushed, and then went to the sink. As he washed his hands, the bathroom door suddenly opened. It startled him because he thought he had locked the door.
“Sorry, did I startle you?”
Sam’s mind flashed back to the last time Woolf had said that; he’d been rounding the corner on his way home and Superintendent Woolf had been standing right there on the other side waiting for him. He also recalled how he did that same exact thing to Chris when he was trying to uncover the truth about the cell death.
“It’s all right,” he said, trying to keep his cool. “Did you need to use the bathroom?”
Woolf shut the door behind him, and then locked it. Sam watched warily when it clicked into place, and suddenly he felt as though he were a prisoner. He looked back up into Woolf’s face and saw that same smile he wore when he lied through his teeth after Gene told him what Dickey Fingers had said about him. Sam swallowed hard, thinking fast. Maybe it wasn’t what he thought it was; after all, Harry Woolf was still married, and there was no way he was anything but straight. Then again, he always thought Gene was so straight they could use him as a yardstick. Then there was that saying he remembered hearing from somewhere: spaghetti is straight too, until you heat it up.
“I was hoping that we’d get some time alone.”
Sam tried to think of what to say, but words were failing him. He backed into the shower stall behind him and just kept staring at Woolf. He could punch him and leave the bathroom, leave the house, but then he remembered that it wouldn’t do to hit his superior officer, since he was kind of still one; plus, the man was still fighting cancer and it just didn’t seem right to hit someone that had cancer.
“What do you mean by that, sir?” Sam swallowed thickly. He hoped that Woolf wasn’t planning what he thought he was.
Woolf came closer, and just as he placed a hand onto Sam’s hip, the phone rang. Woolf sighed in annoyance and left the bathroom to answer it. Sam felt half relieved and half disappointed. He couldn’t understand the latter. Did he want to do something with Superintendent Woolf?
While Woolf was on the phone with whoever called, Sam thought about making a break for it. Yet, another part of him wanted to stay. He was at the front door, undecided, hand on the knob. He stuck his other hand into the pocket that had the keys to the Cortina. What was he to do?
Woolf was off the phone and came over to him, looking almost worried. Sam wasn’t sure why, so he released the doorknob and turned to him.
“Forgive me for scaring you, Sam,” he said softly. “I don’t know what came over me. When I saw you walk into the pub, it was like… I don’t know how to describe it. You just seem to… glow.”
Sam laughed. “I’m not pregnant, sir,” he joked.
Woolf laughed at that, shaking his head slowly. “Oh, Sam. If I could ask you a favor, a last request before I leave this world…” Woolf frowned and shook his head again. “I guess it would be too much to ask, wouldn’t it?”
Sam stared at Woolf for a moment, thinking hard on what to do. He closed his eyes, debating with himself on the pros and cons; he was so torn on what to do he almost blurted out about what went on between him and Gene.
Then the thought of Superintendent Woolf-his superior officer-touching and grabbing and spanking his arse made his trousers tight. Woolf was still his superior; was that another turn on for him? He opened his eyes again and looked into Woolf’s. A last request, eh? He could do that.
~**~
Sam braced his hands on the wall above the bed and he slowly cantered his hips. Woolf dug his fingertips into Sam’s arse and arched upward as Sam rode him, and then lightly slapped one cheek. He moaned, looking down to see that Woolf was looking down between them, watching himself disappear and reappear into Sam’s body. Just to see how he’d react, Sam clenched around his cock. He got a low moan for it, so he did it again.
“Oh, yes… you do know your onions, Sam.”
“And my celery,” Sam quipped, rocking steadier and harder.
“Cheeky bugger.”
His rough hands moved from Sam’s arse to his chest, teasing his nipples. Sam moaned softly to show he liked it, then moved his hips faster. Woolf grabbed onto Sam’s cock, squeezing some pre-come out and onto his stomach as he roughly stroked. Sam threw his head back, moaning sharply, as he rocked his hips even harder. After another minute of that, Woolf made Sam pull off him and turned him around. Sam swallowed Woolf-who wasn’t anywhere near as big as Gene-while Woolf licked and played with his arsehole. Sam moaned around his dick, lightly squeezing his balls, at the feel of what Woolf’s tongue was doing to him. He felt Woolf shaking and then he was groaning and coming into his mouth. Sam swallowed it all. Woolf then continued to lick and suck Sam’s arse while stroking his cock. The minute Woolf slid a finger inside, he convulsed and came all over Woolf’s chest.
“Mmm, good lad,” Woolf sighed. Then he swatted Sam’s arse. “Up, now. Better give Gene back his baby; I’m fallin’ asleep…”
Sam got off the bed and started putting his clothes back on. “All right. Good night, sir.”
“Good night, Sam… and thank you.”
~**~
As Sam drove the Cortina back to Gene’s house, his mind was filled with things that had happened in a few short days. It seemed that something about him was attracting everyone, and he wasn’t sure why it was happening now and not when he first joined the force. Chris had always looked up to him, and now it had blossomed into something more. Gene was always so grabby with him and wanting to bond with him, and now it seemed he’d gotten more of a bonding experience than previously planned. Annie was being more forward with her need, kissing him whenever she wanted. And now Harry Woolf had wanted a last request before he kicked it. And Ray… well, Ray still hated his guts.
Or did he?
Sam shook himself out of it when he finally noticed that he’d arrived at Gene’s house. He parked the car and went up to the door. He wasn’t sure if his missus was home or not yet; if he remembered correctly, she was out of town for a while. That was what Gene told him, anyway. It was late, and he was sure that Gene was asleep by now; especially since he was the drunkest out of all of them. He checked the keys he had in his hands to see if any of them might be a house key. He decided to give them a try… and lo and behold, one of them was the key to the house. ‘Must be a spare’ Sam thought as he let himself in.
When he turned on the light to see where he was going, he saw Gene hadn’t made it to his bedroom; he was lying on the couch. Quietly, Sam walked over to him and placed the keys onto the coffee table in front of him so that he would see them when he woke up. Sam was about to leave when he saw a blanket on the recliner, and then looked back at Gene. Well, it was a nice thing to do, he thought, so Sam took the blanket and laid it over Gene’s prone body. Gene continued to snore away. Then, just for the hell of it, he emptied the full ashtray that was sitting on the coffee table. The moment he saw the state of the kitchen, his eyes bugged out. Just how long had his wife been gone? The place was a disaster.
He looked back at the Guv, and then back at the kitchen. He wasn’t all that sleepy anyway, so he decided he might as well. Gene was a pretty heavy sleeper anyway, and the sound of movement in his kitchen probably won’t bother him. A sudden scream might wake him, though, like that time he stayed over at his flat, but other than that he was sure that Gene would sleep right through it. As long as he didn't scream… or mention of any stabbing.
He found the wife’s apron, put it on, and got to work.
~**~
Gene woke to the sound of clinking in his kitchen. The missus was back already? She couldn’t be. A blinding pain in his head told him he had a hangover. He couldn’t remember why until the name Harry Woolf popped into his mind. Oh yeah, that was why. He slowly sat up and saw his car keys on the table, an empty beer bottle, and… his ashtray was clean. He fished out a cigarette from his shirt pocket and lit up. The sound of the lighter had caught the person in the kitchen’s attention.
“Oh, you’re up… I’m sorry if I woke you…”
“Tyler?” Gene said, confused. He tried to stand, but it hurt too much at the moment, so he sat back down. “What the bloody ‘ell are you doing ‘ere?”
Sam laughed softly, almost nervous like. “Well… I returned your baby and came in to give you your keys when I noticed that your kitchen was a mess.”
Gene also just noticed he had a blanket on him, but half of it was falling off. He moved it out of the way and tried to stand again. He made it and slowly walked to the kitchen. He stood there and stared in amazment. “Bloody hell, Tyler… it’s really clean!”
Sam wiped at another dish before putting it away. “Yeah, looks a lot nicer, doesn’t it? Not as much of a pig sty.”
“The missus is still gone.”
“I figured as much,” Sam grinned.
Gene rubbed at his face. “Wha’ time is it?”
“Um, almost midnight, by what the clock on your wall says.” Sam stared at him, watching the smoke from his cigarette swirl around his head and to the ceiling. “You feeling okay?”
“Like shit.”
“You look it,” teased Sam. He gave him a small smile.
Gene grunted, not feeling up to arguing the point. Sam turned back around to dry another dish, and Gene took the opportunity to sneak up behind him and put his arms around him. Sam started, but then relaxed into his embrace and continued to do his kitchenly duty.
Gene kissed his neck. “You my new wife, Tyler?” he mumbled against his ear.
“Guv…” Sam leaned back and sighed.
“You look very fetching in this apron.” Gene kissed more of that lovely neck, tongue swirling and tasting. His head may be hurting, but his taste buds weren’t gone.
Then his head snapped up. “Why do you smell like Harry?”
Sam gulped. “Well… because I dropped him off at his house after I dropped you off, and I stayed for a bit…”
“Why?” Gene growled, nipping none too gently on Sam’s neck.
Sam hissed and moved his head away. “Because he asked me to.”
“What did you two do?” Gene demanded, pushing a finger against Sam’s clothed arsehole. “Is this what you two did?”
Sam moaned, unable to stop himself. Honestly, what was with his arse lately? One little touch and he was putty in the person’s hands.
“Answer me, Sam,” Gene snarled. “Did you have sex with him?”
“Gene…” Sam turned around to face him. “It wasn’t like… it wasn’t…”
“You did, then,” said Gene, raising his chin and looking down his nose at Sam. “You let Harry bugger you.”
Sam didn’t know what to say, because he couldn’t think of a suitable lie to tell his Guv. Not only that, but he couldn’t lie to him. He just stared into those burning green eyes, gulping nervously and licked his lips. “Listen…”
“Whatever, Sam,” came Gene’s clipped reply to Sam’s non-answer. “I don’t care. Yer nothing but an arse slag, aren’t you? I should have realized.”
“Look, I don’t mean to hurt your feelings, Guv…”
Gene snorted. “Hurt me feelings? That’s a laugh, Tyler. I’m a married man, so yeah, I’m cheatin’ on me wife with you. So it shouldn’t come to a surprise that you’d go off and do it with someone else. And from what I’ve seen, you’d do it with Chris too, wouldn’t you?”
Sam’s mouth gaped in befuddlement. He honestly didn’t know what to say about this. This was something he’d never thought he’d have to deal with.
Gene stepped close, their lips about an inch apart, and Sam so dearly wanted to move forward and close the gap between them.
“I don’t care, Sam. You want to give everyone a bit of your love and affection, fine. Spread yer legs for any old one that takes a shine to yer arse. But from now on, you tell me about it beforehand.”
Sam’s eyes grew in surprise. “Hang on… you want me to tell you first before I have sex with someone other than you?”
“That’s right.”
“But what if it happens… like it just did? Suddenly.”
“If you decide to have sex with someone before tellin’ me about it, then I’ll rip that person’s testicles off and shove them down their gobs.”
Sam’s mouth opens in astonishment again, eyebrows furrowed. “That’s not really fair, Guv. It should be my responsibility.”
“Damn right it is!” Gene growled. He took the towel from Sam’s hands, tossed it aside, and then dragged Sam over to the couch in the sitting room. Sam had no idea what was going on, and he didn’t know if he would want to. But then Gene was sitting on the couch and pulling Sam over his lap; a lightbulb went off in his head.
“Oh my God, Guv…” Sam gasped. “You’re not going to…”
Gene held him down with one arm, and cracked his free hand on Sam’s arse. Sam gasped, toes curling inside his boots at the sting of Gene’s hand. He couldn’t help it, raising his arse into the air like that for him; it felt good. Did this make him a sick puppy? He buried his face into his folded arms on the couch and moaned, Gene’s hand not letting up on his blows at all. And Sam guessed that if Gene wasn’t so hung over or using his left hand, it would have hurt worse.
Gene stopped, turned Sam around in his lap, and then pulled his head up for a rough kiss. Sam kissed back, trying to be just as rough, but Gene was dominating the kiss. There was no chance he was going to win, so he opened his mouth wider to show him he was surrendering everything.
“You really are easy, aren’t you?” Gene growled, pushing Sam into the sofa and grinding their hips together. Sam let out another loud moan and thrust back, their bulges in their trousers rubbing hard against each other. “Dirty little whore you are, Tyler.”
“Oh, Guv…”
“My nasty little whore. MINE. Don’t forget it ever again.”
“No, never, Guv… I’ll never forget… oh god yes!”
Gene bit down on Sam’s neck, nearly drawing blood. “Mine. Come for me, baby. Come for yer Master now.”
“Yes!” Sam cried, coming hard in his trousers. Gene beared down on him, heavy and sweaty, as he came.
The light was still on when they fell asleep.
TBC
PS: Mods, I don't want to spoil the chapter at all, but yes or no to a new tag for the pairing I put in this one?
Love on Mars - part three
Fandom: Life on Mars
Pairing: Gene/Sam, Chris/Sam, Sam/Annie, Sam/?
Rating: Brown Cortina (NC17)
Warnings: Slash, slight het, PWP (the only plot is Sam’s neediness), language, rimming, spanking, frottage, and a not-so-monogamous Sam
Summary: (Almost) Everyone wants a piece of Sam’s pie. (And Sam’s willing to give it away)
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.
Disclaimer: I do not own, BBC and Kudos does.
~**~
The pub, thankfully, wasn’t too packed. Nelson greeted them as usual, and poured the drinks. They took their drinks over to the spot where Superintendent Harry Woolf was sitting with his own glass of scotch. He looked over the rim at them when they walked over, and Woolf’s eyes roamed Sam before falling on Gene.
“How’re you feeling, sir?” Sam asked as he sat down across from him. Gene sat just between them and drank from his glass right away.
“Same as last time you saw me,” Woolf sighed. “But I don’t want to think of that right now. Now I just want to have a drink with my friends and colleagues, and have some fun.”
“Of course, sir,” said Sam, toasting him.
“So, Gene,” said Woolf slowly. “Where’s Chris and Ray?”
Gene explained about what happened with the undercover job they did in the car factory and how Chris went and jumped in front of a bullet for Sam when the criminal tried to make a break for it. Woolf raised his eyebrows in surprise but didn’t interrupt. Gene went on to tell him that Ray wasn’t allowed in the pub tonight because of the fight he got into with Sam at the hospital after bringing Chris in.
“So that’s where you got that nice shiner from,” smiled Woolf, gesturing at Sam with his glass. “I thought maybe Gene was getting too rough with ya.”
Sam fought down a blush and stared into his drink. “Well, it wouldn’t be the first one I would’ve gotten.”
“You’re not still beating on him, are ya, Gene?” said Woolf, raising an eyebrow. “He’s a good lad.”
“Only when he deserves it,” grumbled Gene. He lit up a cigarette and Woolf followed suit. Sam leaned back in his chair, trying not to inhale too much of the secondhand smoke, if he can help it.
“Well, as I was saying in your office, I won’t be Superintendent for much longer, so I’m doing things right before I’ve completely left. I was wondering if you boys would like to join me on a case, my last case, for old times sake.”
Sam’s eyebrows rose and Gene’s were knitted together in thought. Sam didn’t want to say anything yet, so he waited for his Guv. After almost a half minute later, Gene nodded his head and took another swig of his drink.
“It would be an honor to help you, Harry.”
“Excellent,” beamed Woolf. “I knew I could count on you two.”
Sam just nodded and sipped his scotch. He honestly didn’t know what to think about it. He hoped that it wouldn’t turn out like it did the last time they helped Superintendent Woolf with a case. And he couldn’t help wondering how his mentor, Glen, was doing. He hoped he was well.
“Sam?” Gene shook him out of his reverie, and he looked over. “You in?”
“Yeah, sure,” he said. What else could he say? There was no way he could say no, now.
“Good,” said Gene. “Yer round, then?”
Sam smirked, nodded, and then got up to get them more drinks.
~**~
Gene was plastered, and Sam had no choice but to take his keys away. Woolf was only slightly buzzed, but Sam figured he was still too drunk to drive. He didn’t have as much as them, so he decided it was up to him to drive the Cortina, whether Gene liked it or not.
“Me gram drives fas’er than you, Tyler…” Gene slurred.
“It’s called doin’ the speed limit, Guv,” said Sam.
“No, it’sh called bein’ pansy.”
“Let ’em drive his way, Gene,” said Woolf in the back seat. “He’s fine.”
“Yer all against me,” Gene grumbled. Sam smiled in amusement.
They dropped Gene off. When they were sure that he was going to be all right, Sam got back into the driver’s seat and Woolf sat in the passenger’s. He made sure they were both buckled before taking off.
“Gene won’t like it when ‘e finds out you used ‘is car to bring me ‘ome.”
“He can lump it.”
Woolf laughed. He reached over to turn the radio on and fiddled with the knobs for a while, trying to find some music he liked. Sam tried to concentrate on the road ahead, and his eyes felt a little red from the smoke and scotch. Woolf waved out his directions to his place, and Sam followed them as best he could. When they finally arrived, Sam just stayed in the car and leaned his head back against the seat.
“You can come in, ya know.”
“No, I better just bring the Guv’s car back to him…”
“Please, come in,” said Woolf gently. “Have some coffee before you go at least.”
It was probably best that he did, thought Sam. He didn’t want to fall asleep while driving, and he couldn’t imagine what Gene would do to him if he totaled the car. So he got out, pocketed the keys, and followed Harry Woolf into his house. It was rather big inside, but seemed deserted.
“Yer family not ‘ome?” Sam asked, sitting down at the breakfast nook. Woolf staggered slightly into the kitchen and started the coffee.
“No,” he said. “At the In-laws.”
“Oh,” said Sam. He wasn’t sure what else to say at the moment; this was all rather new to him. He thought maybe just this one cup of coffee and he’ll go. Woolf sat across from him with his own cup, sipping it. Sam struggled with what to say, because it was too damn quiet.
“They took off after you and Gene caught me out,” Woolf explained. He sighed sadly and stared into his coffee. “Guess they’re really disappointed in me.”
Sam wasn’t sure what to say to that. He wondered if that meant that his wife was going to divorce him, but he didn’t think it was good to pry. So he drank more of his coffee instead.
After a while, his bladder finally had enough and wanted to evacuate what it had in it. Sam asked where his bathroom was. There were two, and Sam took the one on the bottom floor because he didn’t feel like climbing the stairs and trying to guess which door was the bathroom and which was the bedroom. He relieved himself, flushed, and then went to the sink. As he washed his hands, the bathroom door suddenly opened. It startled him because he thought he had locked the door.
“Sorry, did I startle you?”
Sam’s mind flashed back to the last time Woolf had said that; he’d been rounding the corner on his way home and Superintendent Woolf had been standing right there on the other side waiting for him. He also recalled how he did that same exact thing to Chris when he was trying to uncover the truth about the cell death.
“It’s all right,” he said, trying to keep his cool. “Did you need to use the bathroom?”
Woolf shut the door behind him, and then locked it. Sam watched warily when it clicked into place, and suddenly he felt as though he were a prisoner. He looked back up into Woolf’s face and saw that same smile he wore when he lied through his teeth after Gene told him what Dickey Fingers had said about him. Sam swallowed hard, thinking fast. Maybe it wasn’t what he thought it was; after all, Harry Woolf was still married, and there was no way he was anything but straight. Then again, he always thought Gene was so straight they could use him as a yardstick. Then there was that saying he remembered hearing from somewhere: spaghetti is straight too, until you heat it up.
“I was hoping that we’d get some time alone.”
Sam tried to think of what to say, but words were failing him. He backed into the shower stall behind him and just kept staring at Woolf. He could punch him and leave the bathroom, leave the house, but then he remembered that it wouldn’t do to hit his superior officer, since he was kind of still one; plus, the man was still fighting cancer and it just didn’t seem right to hit someone that had cancer.
“What do you mean by that, sir?” Sam swallowed thickly. He hoped that Woolf wasn’t planning what he thought he was.
Woolf came closer, and just as he placed a hand onto Sam’s hip, the phone rang. Woolf sighed in annoyance and left the bathroom to answer it. Sam felt half relieved and half disappointed. He couldn’t understand the latter. Did he want to do something with Superintendent Woolf?
While Woolf was on the phone with whoever called, Sam thought about making a break for it. Yet, another part of him wanted to stay. He was at the front door, undecided, hand on the knob. He stuck his other hand into the pocket that had the keys to the Cortina. What was he to do?
Woolf was off the phone and came over to him, looking almost worried. Sam wasn’t sure why, so he released the doorknob and turned to him.
“Forgive me for scaring you, Sam,” he said softly. “I don’t know what came over me. When I saw you walk into the pub, it was like… I don’t know how to describe it. You just seem to… glow.”
Sam laughed. “I’m not pregnant, sir,” he joked.
Woolf laughed at that, shaking his head slowly. “Oh, Sam. If I could ask you a favor, a last request before I leave this world…” Woolf frowned and shook his head again. “I guess it would be too much to ask, wouldn’t it?”
Sam stared at Woolf for a moment, thinking hard on what to do. He closed his eyes, debating with himself on the pros and cons; he was so torn on what to do he almost blurted out about what went on between him and Gene.
Then the thought of Superintendent Woolf-his superior officer-touching and grabbing and spanking his arse made his trousers tight. Woolf was still his superior; was that another turn on for him? He opened his eyes again and looked into Woolf’s. A last request, eh? He could do that.
~**~
Sam braced his hands on the wall above the bed and he slowly cantered his hips. Woolf dug his fingertips into Sam’s arse and arched upward as Sam rode him, and then lightly slapped one cheek. He moaned, looking down to see that Woolf was looking down between them, watching himself disappear and reappear into Sam’s body. Just to see how he’d react, Sam clenched around his cock. He got a low moan for it, so he did it again.
“Oh, yes… you do know your onions, Sam.”
“And my celery,” Sam quipped, rocking steadier and harder.
“Cheeky bugger.”
His rough hands moved from Sam’s arse to his chest, teasing his nipples. Sam moaned softly to show he liked it, then moved his hips faster. Woolf grabbed onto Sam’s cock, squeezing some pre-come out and onto his stomach as he roughly stroked. Sam threw his head back, moaning sharply, as he rocked his hips even harder. After another minute of that, Woolf made Sam pull off him and turned him around. Sam swallowed Woolf-who wasn’t anywhere near as big as Gene-while Woolf licked and played with his arsehole. Sam moaned around his dick, lightly squeezing his balls, at the feel of what Woolf’s tongue was doing to him. He felt Woolf shaking and then he was groaning and coming into his mouth. Sam swallowed it all. Woolf then continued to lick and suck Sam’s arse while stroking his cock. The minute Woolf slid a finger inside, he convulsed and came all over Woolf’s chest.
“Mmm, good lad,” Woolf sighed. Then he swatted Sam’s arse. “Up, now. Better give Gene back his baby; I’m fallin’ asleep…”
Sam got off the bed and started putting his clothes back on. “All right. Good night, sir.”
“Good night, Sam… and thank you.”
~**~
As Sam drove the Cortina back to Gene’s house, his mind was filled with things that had happened in a few short days. It seemed that something about him was attracting everyone, and he wasn’t sure why it was happening now and not when he first joined the force. Chris had always looked up to him, and now it had blossomed into something more. Gene was always so grabby with him and wanting to bond with him, and now it seemed he’d gotten more of a bonding experience than previously planned. Annie was being more forward with her need, kissing him whenever she wanted. And now Harry Woolf had wanted a last request before he kicked it. And Ray… well, Ray still hated his guts.
Or did he?
Sam shook himself out of it when he finally noticed that he’d arrived at Gene’s house. He parked the car and went up to the door. He wasn’t sure if his missus was home or not yet; if he remembered correctly, she was out of town for a while. That was what Gene told him, anyway. It was late, and he was sure that Gene was asleep by now; especially since he was the drunkest out of all of them. He checked the keys he had in his hands to see if any of them might be a house key. He decided to give them a try… and lo and behold, one of them was the key to the house. ‘Must be a spare’ Sam thought as he let himself in.
When he turned on the light to see where he was going, he saw Gene hadn’t made it to his bedroom; he was lying on the couch. Quietly, Sam walked over to him and placed the keys onto the coffee table in front of him so that he would see them when he woke up. Sam was about to leave when he saw a blanket on the recliner, and then looked back at Gene. Well, it was a nice thing to do, he thought, so Sam took the blanket and laid it over Gene’s prone body. Gene continued to snore away. Then, just for the hell of it, he emptied the full ashtray that was sitting on the coffee table. The moment he saw the state of the kitchen, his eyes bugged out. Just how long had his wife been gone? The place was a disaster.
He looked back at the Guv, and then back at the kitchen. He wasn’t all that sleepy anyway, so he decided he might as well. Gene was a pretty heavy sleeper anyway, and the sound of movement in his kitchen probably won’t bother him. A sudden scream might wake him, though, like that time he stayed over at his flat, but other than that he was sure that Gene would sleep right through it. As long as he didn't scream… or mention of any stabbing.
He found the wife’s apron, put it on, and got to work.
~**~
Gene woke to the sound of clinking in his kitchen. The missus was back already? She couldn’t be. A blinding pain in his head told him he had a hangover. He couldn’t remember why until the name Harry Woolf popped into his mind. Oh yeah, that was why. He slowly sat up and saw his car keys on the table, an empty beer bottle, and… his ashtray was clean. He fished out a cigarette from his shirt pocket and lit up. The sound of the lighter had caught the person in the kitchen’s attention.
“Oh, you’re up… I’m sorry if I woke you…”
“Tyler?” Gene said, confused. He tried to stand, but it hurt too much at the moment, so he sat back down. “What the bloody ‘ell are you doing ‘ere?”
Sam laughed softly, almost nervous like. “Well… I returned your baby and came in to give you your keys when I noticed that your kitchen was a mess.”
Gene also just noticed he had a blanket on him, but half of it was falling off. He moved it out of the way and tried to stand again. He made it and slowly walked to the kitchen. He stood there and stared in amazment. “Bloody hell, Tyler… it’s really clean!”
Sam wiped at another dish before putting it away. “Yeah, looks a lot nicer, doesn’t it? Not as much of a pig sty.”
“The missus is still gone.”
“I figured as much,” Sam grinned.
Gene rubbed at his face. “Wha’ time is it?”
“Um, almost midnight, by what the clock on your wall says.” Sam stared at him, watching the smoke from his cigarette swirl around his head and to the ceiling. “You feeling okay?”
“Like shit.”
“You look it,” teased Sam. He gave him a small smile.
Gene grunted, not feeling up to arguing the point. Sam turned back around to dry another dish, and Gene took the opportunity to sneak up behind him and put his arms around him. Sam started, but then relaxed into his embrace and continued to do his kitchenly duty.
Gene kissed his neck. “You my new wife, Tyler?” he mumbled against his ear.
“Guv…” Sam leaned back and sighed.
“You look very fetching in this apron.” Gene kissed more of that lovely neck, tongue swirling and tasting. His head may be hurting, but his taste buds weren’t gone.
Then his head snapped up. “Why do you smell like Harry?”
Sam gulped. “Well… because I dropped him off at his house after I dropped you off, and I stayed for a bit…”
“Why?” Gene growled, nipping none too gently on Sam’s neck.
Sam hissed and moved his head away. “Because he asked me to.”
“What did you two do?” Gene demanded, pushing a finger against Sam’s clothed arsehole. “Is this what you two did?”
Sam moaned, unable to stop himself. Honestly, what was with his arse lately? One little touch and he was putty in the person’s hands.
“Answer me, Sam,” Gene snarled. “Did you have sex with him?”
“Gene…” Sam turned around to face him. “It wasn’t like… it wasn’t…”
“You did, then,” said Gene, raising his chin and looking down his nose at Sam. “You let Harry bugger you.”
Sam didn’t know what to say, because he couldn’t think of a suitable lie to tell his Guv. Not only that, but he couldn’t lie to him. He just stared into those burning green eyes, gulping nervously and licked his lips. “Listen…”
“Whatever, Sam,” came Gene’s clipped reply to Sam’s non-answer. “I don’t care. Yer nothing but an arse slag, aren’t you? I should have realized.”
“Look, I don’t mean to hurt your feelings, Guv…”
Gene snorted. “Hurt me feelings? That’s a laugh, Tyler. I’m a married man, so yeah, I’m cheatin’ on me wife with you. So it shouldn’t come to a surprise that you’d go off and do it with someone else. And from what I’ve seen, you’d do it with Chris too, wouldn’t you?”
Sam’s mouth gaped in befuddlement. He honestly didn’t know what to say about this. This was something he’d never thought he’d have to deal with.
Gene stepped close, their lips about an inch apart, and Sam so dearly wanted to move forward and close the gap between them.
“I don’t care, Sam. You want to give everyone a bit of your love and affection, fine. Spread yer legs for any old one that takes a shine to yer arse. But from now on, you tell me about it beforehand.”
Sam’s eyes grew in surprise. “Hang on… you want me to tell you first before I have sex with someone other than you?”
“That’s right.”
“But what if it happens… like it just did? Suddenly.”
“If you decide to have sex with someone before tellin’ me about it, then I’ll rip that person’s testicles off and shove them down their gobs.”
Sam’s mouth opens in astonishment again, eyebrows furrowed. “That’s not really fair, Guv. It should be my responsibility.”
“Damn right it is!” Gene growled. He took the towel from Sam’s hands, tossed it aside, and then dragged Sam over to the couch in the sitting room. Sam had no idea what was going on, and he didn’t know if he would want to. But then Gene was sitting on the couch and pulling Sam over his lap; a lightbulb went off in his head.
“Oh my God, Guv…” Sam gasped. “You’re not going to…”
Gene held him down with one arm, and cracked his free hand on Sam’s arse. Sam gasped, toes curling inside his boots at the sting of Gene’s hand. He couldn’t help it, raising his arse into the air like that for him; it felt good. Did this make him a sick puppy? He buried his face into his folded arms on the couch and moaned, Gene’s hand not letting up on his blows at all. And Sam guessed that if Gene wasn’t so hung over or using his left hand, it would have hurt worse.
Gene stopped, turned Sam around in his lap, and then pulled his head up for a rough kiss. Sam kissed back, trying to be just as rough, but Gene was dominating the kiss. There was no chance he was going to win, so he opened his mouth wider to show him he was surrendering everything.
“You really are easy, aren’t you?” Gene growled, pushing Sam into the sofa and grinding their hips together. Sam let out another loud moan and thrust back, their bulges in their trousers rubbing hard against each other. “Dirty little whore you are, Tyler.”
“Oh, Guv…”
“My nasty little whore. MINE. Don’t forget it ever again.”
“No, never, Guv… I’ll never forget… oh god yes!”
Gene bit down on Sam’s neck, nearly drawing blood. “Mine. Come for me, baby. Come for yer Master now.”
“Yes!” Sam cried, coming hard in his trousers. Gene beared down on him, heavy and sweaty, as he came.
The light was still on when they fell asleep.
TBC