Fic: Love on Mars - part 5
More Love for Sam Tyler. XD There's a little plot in this one, but it looks like chapter 6 will be very smutty.
Other parts here.
Love on Mars - part five
Fandom: Life on Mars
Pairing: Gene/Sam, Chris/Sam, Ray/Chris?, Sam/Annie, Sam/Woolf, Sam/Patrick, Sam/?
Rating: Brown Cortina
Warnings: Slash, slight het, PWP, language, a not-so-monogamous Sam, and slight angst in this one
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. This isn’t a fic to be taken seriously; it’s mainly written just for fun. (I know that I’m ignoring a certain factor with the 70s and prejudices, but let’s just throw that out the window for now, m’kay?)
Disclaimer: I do not own, BBC and Kudos does.
~**~
He was pretty sure no one heard them shagging in the cell. Gene left first, and then Sam waited about a minute, cleaning himself up a bit, before leaving and making his way to the cell that Patrick was being kept in. Sam had a feeling that Gene went to talk to Superintendent Woolf about the case, so he wanted to have a private chat with Patrick before the shit hit the fan. Hopefully with Woolf in charge of the case, it won’t come to that.
The bailiff opened the cell for him. Sam walked inside and stood against the wall next to the door and looked at Patrick, whom was staring back. The cell door banged shut and then there was silence.
“Hunt sure knows how to destroy a man’s life.”
Sam sighed, hoping he won’t have to get into a row with Patrick. “I’m really sorry about that. I didn’t know that he’d start hitting you straightaway. I honestly thought he learned his lesson from last time.”
“Obviously not,” Patrick grumbled, and Sam just realized that Patrick had been given a rag to wipe at the blood that had been congealing on his lip and nose. He felt awful, almost responsible, for his Guv’s actions. He moved, hesitantly at first, and then sat down beside Patrick on the little bench in the corner. He took the rag from Patrick and dabbed at a spot on the side of his face, gently. Patrick closed his eyes and allowed Sam the honors. He looked content as he did it.
Sam tilted Patrick’s head up a little to get at another cut, but froze when Patrick nuzzled his face into Sam’s hand like a cat. His stomach flipped, and Sam wasn’t sure if it was in a good, aroused way or a nervous, churning way. Slowly, he moved away. Patrick’s eyes snapped open, almost looking accusing for stopping the attention he was paying him, and Sam placed the bloodied rag into his hands.
“I’ll go talk to my Guv,” said Sam softly, feeling the need to leave before they ended up shagging against the wall. He stood, and Patrick looked as if he was about to stand as well, but then he sat back again, crossing his arms. They exchanged a look once more before Sam knocked on the cell door to tell the bailiff to let him out. Sam didn’t know what to think about this recent event between them, so he just left without another word.
~**~
Gene was still in conference with Harry Woolf about the case, so Sam made his way slowly back to his desk. He sighed, opened the case file, and prepared himself for long hours of work in the somewhat empty office. About a half hour later, Chris walked over to him and stood there nervously. Sam finally looked up from the file he was reading and smiled at him.
“Hey, Chris.”
“Boss…” Chris said, fidgeting slightly.
“Something you need?” he asked.
“Um,” Chris stammered, blushing softly and wringing his hands. “Well, I was wondering…” There was a long pause. Sam waited patiently, knowing that Chris would continue sooner or later. When he didn’t, Sam urged him to go on.
“Yes?”
“Well, er… these are for you.” Chris suddenly produced a small bouquet of flowers from behind his back. Sam stared at the flowers - lilies and roses - not sure what to say, and not really sure what his reaction to this should be. Now he had an idea of what some women felt when given flowers out of nowhere.
“Wow, um… thanks, Chris,” he said, slowly taking them. “What’re these for?”
“For you, boss… Sam.” Chris blushed brightly.
“I can see that, but why?”
Chris shrugged, looking at the floor and shuffling a toe nervously. “Because I wanted to give them to you… and because… well…”
“What?” Sam urged, trying not to laugh. Chris was rather cute when he was shy and flustered.
“Well…” said Chris, and then he talked really fast. “Wantedtoaskyouout.”
Sam blinked. “Pardon?”
“Er… go out with me? On a date, like.”
Sam continued to stare, feeling daft, yet flattered. He really wasn’t expecting any of them to be actually asking him on a date. Oh, hell, what would Gene say to this? What answer should he give Chris? Oh, fuck, he was in trouble.
He tried to think fast. “Well, Chris, this is very sweet of you, giving me flowers and all, but you do realize that I’m not a girl, right?”
Chris grinned goofily. “Yeah, I know, boss.”
“Then why couldn’t you ask me on a date without flowers?”
Chris’s smile dropped like a stone. “Because I’m absolute pants at relationships!” he sniveled, and then turned on his heels and ran for the bathroom. Sam stared after him, shocked at Chris’s revelation and emotion. Just who would be the girl in this, if they did get into a sort of relationship? Because Chris was obviously not acting very butch.
“Hey, Sammy boy.”
Oh fuck. “Hey, Guv.”
“What’s with the flowers?” Gene raised an eyebrow, looking almost accusing. “You get a proposal or something?”
“No,” Sam said, almost biting.
“Who’re they from?” Gene asked, leaning against Sam’s desk and staring him in the eye. Sam didn’t even twitch as he stared back, the wheels in his mind turning excuse after excuse. He found he couldn’t come up with a believable lie, so he was about to explain himself best he could when Superintendent Woolf came over.
“Got a call from a plod,” said Woolf. “They found another possible lead on the case. Looks like your hunch is right after all, DI Tyler; the store owner has something to do with the shipment of marijuana.”
Gene looked ready to kick ass, as usual, and when he turned away to address the others that were around, Sam stuck the flowers into one of the drawers in his desk.
~**~
Gene drove, of course, and Sam sat in the passenger seat along with Woolf in the back. Chris and Ray were to come later in an unmarked car, ready to aid them if necessary. Gene parked his Cortina about a block away so as not to arouse suspicion. Sam and Gene got out immediately, and then Gene had to help Woolf out of the back. He was panting heavily, leaning against the car, and Sam went to him right away to see if he was all right. Woolf waved him away and took out his pills and whisky flask. Gene eyeballed them both, and Sam was sure he had an idea of what was going on in his Guv’s head, but there wasn’t anything he could say to Gene right now to reassure him. What he and Woolf had was a one-time thing, and Sam was very sure it wouldn’t happen again. Unless Gene didn’t mind if they did do it again.
Once Woolf was all right enough, they slowly made their way to the corner store. The minute they could see the front door, it had opened and out stepped some young looking punk with a brown package.
“I’m on it,” said Sam the second they saw the guy, and he took off like a shot. The only thing going through his mind right now was to catch the guy and bring him in to the station. Maybe with this new meat Gene was going to leave Patrick alone.
The young man noticed Sam running toward him, but thought nothing of it at first. Out of habit, Sam took out his badge, while still running toward him, and shouted, “Freeze; police!”
The suspect gasped and then turned on his heel and ran, dropping the package at the same time. Sam chased him around the same way that he had chased Patrick, and luckily the man ended up at the same dead end also. This time, however, the man climbed the chain-linked fence. It was a good thing that Sam was able to do the same, which was bad luck for the suspect. When he got over the other side, Sam was right behind him. The man jumped into a skip, and Sam followed, landing on the man’s hand. The suspect shouted in pain and Sam thought he had heard a bone crack. He didn’t have time to worry about that, though, as he wrestled the guy down in the trash and got the cuffs on him, reading him his rights at the same time.
“That’s not how it goes,” said the suspect.
Sam growled, annoyed by how everyone just had to tell him that, so he punched the man in the kidneys. The man let out a loud grunt of pain from the blow.
“Police brutality!” the man cried. “I’m being abused!”
“Oh shut it, you girl,” said Sam. He had a bit of a time getting the man out of the skip. Gene and Woolf finally caught up to them, but they didn’t try climbing the fence.
“Nice job, Tyler,” said Gene sarcastically. “Now how are we going to get him over the fence?”
“Might have to meet you on the other side,” said Woolf calmly, looking less tired now. He was holding the brown package that the suspect had dropped.
Sam, still feeling the blood pounding in his veins from the capture and wrestling match with the man, pushed the suspect against the fence, smashing his face into it. “Want to climb again? I know you want to, you’re so good at it.”
Gene and Woolf stared at Sam with surprise. “Easy there, Sam,” said Woolf. “Don’t want an inquiry.”
Woolf turned to make his way back to the car, and Gene raised an eyebrow at Sam, lips almost curled into a smile.
“‘M proud of you, Sam.”
Sam beamed.
~**~
Back at the station, Sam visited Patrick in his cell again. He talked to him about helping them in locating the dealer, and Patrick was all for it. Gene had tried to arrest the store owner before they had left, but he had mysteriously disappeared for the day. Chris was told to look up information about the store owner, and Ray was sent out to keep an eye on the store itself. Ray didn’t like it, but he agreed to it when he learned that Sam wasn’t going to be working with Chris today. Ray was still annoyed by the fact that Chris seemed to really be keen on Sam, but there wasn’t anything he could do about it now.
Patrick had just finished eating when Sam came in. He smiled at him, and Sam smiled back, feeling a little wary of being in the cell with him, but he knew he needed to have a talk.
“Do you know where the store owner gets the stuff?” Sam asked, pencil and paper in hand.
“No,” said Patrick.
“What’s the owner’s name?”
“I think it’s Andy.”
“You don’t know his surname.”
“No.”
Sam quickly wrote everything down, firing off question after question. Patrick answered every one, never stuttering. He caught him trying to lie once, but then after that Patrick was truthful. When it was done, and Sam stood to leave the cell, Patrick pulled him away from the door and into a corner. Sam opened his mouth to ask him what the hell he thought he was doing but found it full of Patrick’s tongue. It was a nice kiss, but Sam was feeling dread creep up in his stomach at the thought of Gene or anyone else catching them. And the thought of Chris doubly so. So, gently, he pushed Patrick away.
“I’m flattered, really, but…”
Patrick sighed. “You don’t fancy me.”
Sam prayed for strength, or what would be considered praying, and tried to be as gentle as he could about the situation. “Look, it’s not that you’re not… well, you’re not ugly, and it’s not because you’re Irish. I really don’t mind, and I actually like your accent…”
“You like my manly brogue?” Patrick smiled, smug like.
Sam colored. “Yeah. But the fact of the matter is… well; I’m sort of seeing someone. And if they find out that you kissed me…”
“…Right, I get it…”
“…And that you’re fondling me,” said Sam, moving Patrick’s hand away from his crotch, which had somehow found its way there. “Then you’d be even more bruised than you are now.”
Patrick stared in understanding. “It’s Hunt, isn’t it?”
Sam didn’t want to say either way, because in a few hours he could be on a date with Chris, or he could find himself in a secluded corner with Annie, or he could be pounced on in a back alley by Superintendent Woolf… one just never knew. “In a manner of speaking,” he finally said, vaguely.
Patrick sighed, removing his hands from Sam’s person. “Great. Now what am I to do about this killer boner?”
Sam ducked his head in embarrassment, wishing he could give Patrick some good, sound advice, but found he didn’t have much to recommend. “Well…” he said slowly. “There’s always Rosy Palm and her five sisters.”
Patrick smiled. “Your Rosy or mine?”
Sam laughed nervously, his face burning. Patrick laughed with him. The tension was waning, and Sam felt partially relieved. When they stopped laughing, he tried to leave, but Patrick stopped him again with a hand on his chest. Sam stared down at it, then looked up into Patrick’s face, his heart beating hard. It was somehow painful.
“I really do like you, Sam,” said Patrick softly, running his hand from Sam’s chest down his stomach. “And if you ever find yourself needing me, or someone to talk to… or Hunt hurts you in any way, I’ll be there.” Patrick’s hand ghosted over Sam’s bulge, and it hardened more.
Sam nodded, almost spreading his legs in surrender. “I understand. Thank you, Patrick.”
“I mean it, Sam. I’ll whisk you away from all this if you like and… well, I’d treat you right.” Patrick squeezed the head of Sam’s cock through his jeans, and Sam sucked in a breath, shut his eyes, and tilted his head back.
Sam felt his pulse quickening, and the need to move his hips was powerful, but he kept himself still. It took a lot out of him to do it, though, but he removed Patrick’s hand. “Thanks… I know you would. So, will you cooperate with us in finding the dealer?”
“Of course.” Patrick smiled. He kissed Sam’s cheek before moving away with a gleam in his eyes.
Sam left the cell, somehow feeling as if he’d just broken things off with an old boyfriend. His heart felt lonely, and so his feet brought him straight to Gene’s office. He was about to walk in, but then was stopped by a hand on his elbow. Sam jumped.
“Oh, sorry, Sam,” said Annie, looking at him apologetically. “I was just wondering if you’ve seen Chris. Ray’s been looking for him.”
“Isn’t he in the collator’s den? He’s supposed to be looking up information on the store owner.”
“I was just in there, and so no, he isn’t.”
That was strange. Sam stared at the door to Gene’s office for a few more seconds before deciding on finding Chris for himself. His hormones could wait.
TBC
A/N: Have no fear, the next chapter will have lots o’ sex!
Other parts here.
Love on Mars - part five
Fandom: Life on Mars
Pairing: Gene/Sam, Chris/Sam, Ray/Chris?, Sam/Annie, Sam/Woolf, Sam/Patrick, Sam/?
Rating: Brown Cortina
Warnings: Slash, slight het, PWP, language, a not-so-monogamous Sam, and slight angst in this one
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. This isn’t a fic to be taken seriously; it’s mainly written just for fun. (I know that I’m ignoring a certain factor with the 70s and prejudices, but let’s just throw that out the window for now, m’kay?)
Disclaimer: I do not own, BBC and Kudos does.
~**~
He was pretty sure no one heard them shagging in the cell. Gene left first, and then Sam waited about a minute, cleaning himself up a bit, before leaving and making his way to the cell that Patrick was being kept in. Sam had a feeling that Gene went to talk to Superintendent Woolf about the case, so he wanted to have a private chat with Patrick before the shit hit the fan. Hopefully with Woolf in charge of the case, it won’t come to that.
The bailiff opened the cell for him. Sam walked inside and stood against the wall next to the door and looked at Patrick, whom was staring back. The cell door banged shut and then there was silence.
“Hunt sure knows how to destroy a man’s life.”
Sam sighed, hoping he won’t have to get into a row with Patrick. “I’m really sorry about that. I didn’t know that he’d start hitting you straightaway. I honestly thought he learned his lesson from last time.”
“Obviously not,” Patrick grumbled, and Sam just realized that Patrick had been given a rag to wipe at the blood that had been congealing on his lip and nose. He felt awful, almost responsible, for his Guv’s actions. He moved, hesitantly at first, and then sat down beside Patrick on the little bench in the corner. He took the rag from Patrick and dabbed at a spot on the side of his face, gently. Patrick closed his eyes and allowed Sam the honors. He looked content as he did it.
Sam tilted Patrick’s head up a little to get at another cut, but froze when Patrick nuzzled his face into Sam’s hand like a cat. His stomach flipped, and Sam wasn’t sure if it was in a good, aroused way or a nervous, churning way. Slowly, he moved away. Patrick’s eyes snapped open, almost looking accusing for stopping the attention he was paying him, and Sam placed the bloodied rag into his hands.
“I’ll go talk to my Guv,” said Sam softly, feeling the need to leave before they ended up shagging against the wall. He stood, and Patrick looked as if he was about to stand as well, but then he sat back again, crossing his arms. They exchanged a look once more before Sam knocked on the cell door to tell the bailiff to let him out. Sam didn’t know what to think about this recent event between them, so he just left without another word.
~**~
Gene was still in conference with Harry Woolf about the case, so Sam made his way slowly back to his desk. He sighed, opened the case file, and prepared himself for long hours of work in the somewhat empty office. About a half hour later, Chris walked over to him and stood there nervously. Sam finally looked up from the file he was reading and smiled at him.
“Hey, Chris.”
“Boss…” Chris said, fidgeting slightly.
“Something you need?” he asked.
“Um,” Chris stammered, blushing softly and wringing his hands. “Well, I was wondering…” There was a long pause. Sam waited patiently, knowing that Chris would continue sooner or later. When he didn’t, Sam urged him to go on.
“Yes?”
“Well, er… these are for you.” Chris suddenly produced a small bouquet of flowers from behind his back. Sam stared at the flowers - lilies and roses - not sure what to say, and not really sure what his reaction to this should be. Now he had an idea of what some women felt when given flowers out of nowhere.
“Wow, um… thanks, Chris,” he said, slowly taking them. “What’re these for?”
“For you, boss… Sam.” Chris blushed brightly.
“I can see that, but why?”
Chris shrugged, looking at the floor and shuffling a toe nervously. “Because I wanted to give them to you… and because… well…”
“What?” Sam urged, trying not to laugh. Chris was rather cute when he was shy and flustered.
“Well…” said Chris, and then he talked really fast. “Wantedtoaskyouout.”
Sam blinked. “Pardon?”
“Er… go out with me? On a date, like.”
Sam continued to stare, feeling daft, yet flattered. He really wasn’t expecting any of them to be actually asking him on a date. Oh, hell, what would Gene say to this? What answer should he give Chris? Oh, fuck, he was in trouble.
He tried to think fast. “Well, Chris, this is very sweet of you, giving me flowers and all, but you do realize that I’m not a girl, right?”
Chris grinned goofily. “Yeah, I know, boss.”
“Then why couldn’t you ask me on a date without flowers?”
Chris’s smile dropped like a stone. “Because I’m absolute pants at relationships!” he sniveled, and then turned on his heels and ran for the bathroom. Sam stared after him, shocked at Chris’s revelation and emotion. Just who would be the girl in this, if they did get into a sort of relationship? Because Chris was obviously not acting very butch.
“Hey, Sammy boy.”
Oh fuck. “Hey, Guv.”
“What’s with the flowers?” Gene raised an eyebrow, looking almost accusing. “You get a proposal or something?”
“No,” Sam said, almost biting.
“Who’re they from?” Gene asked, leaning against Sam’s desk and staring him in the eye. Sam didn’t even twitch as he stared back, the wheels in his mind turning excuse after excuse. He found he couldn’t come up with a believable lie, so he was about to explain himself best he could when Superintendent Woolf came over.
“Got a call from a plod,” said Woolf. “They found another possible lead on the case. Looks like your hunch is right after all, DI Tyler; the store owner has something to do with the shipment of marijuana.”
Gene looked ready to kick ass, as usual, and when he turned away to address the others that were around, Sam stuck the flowers into one of the drawers in his desk.
~**~
Gene drove, of course, and Sam sat in the passenger seat along with Woolf in the back. Chris and Ray were to come later in an unmarked car, ready to aid them if necessary. Gene parked his Cortina about a block away so as not to arouse suspicion. Sam and Gene got out immediately, and then Gene had to help Woolf out of the back. He was panting heavily, leaning against the car, and Sam went to him right away to see if he was all right. Woolf waved him away and took out his pills and whisky flask. Gene eyeballed them both, and Sam was sure he had an idea of what was going on in his Guv’s head, but there wasn’t anything he could say to Gene right now to reassure him. What he and Woolf had was a one-time thing, and Sam was very sure it wouldn’t happen again. Unless Gene didn’t mind if they did do it again.
Once Woolf was all right enough, they slowly made their way to the corner store. The minute they could see the front door, it had opened and out stepped some young looking punk with a brown package.
“I’m on it,” said Sam the second they saw the guy, and he took off like a shot. The only thing going through his mind right now was to catch the guy and bring him in to the station. Maybe with this new meat Gene was going to leave Patrick alone.
The young man noticed Sam running toward him, but thought nothing of it at first. Out of habit, Sam took out his badge, while still running toward him, and shouted, “Freeze; police!”
The suspect gasped and then turned on his heel and ran, dropping the package at the same time. Sam chased him around the same way that he had chased Patrick, and luckily the man ended up at the same dead end also. This time, however, the man climbed the chain-linked fence. It was a good thing that Sam was able to do the same, which was bad luck for the suspect. When he got over the other side, Sam was right behind him. The man jumped into a skip, and Sam followed, landing on the man’s hand. The suspect shouted in pain and Sam thought he had heard a bone crack. He didn’t have time to worry about that, though, as he wrestled the guy down in the trash and got the cuffs on him, reading him his rights at the same time.
“That’s not how it goes,” said the suspect.
Sam growled, annoyed by how everyone just had to tell him that, so he punched the man in the kidneys. The man let out a loud grunt of pain from the blow.
“Police brutality!” the man cried. “I’m being abused!”
“Oh shut it, you girl,” said Sam. He had a bit of a time getting the man out of the skip. Gene and Woolf finally caught up to them, but they didn’t try climbing the fence.
“Nice job, Tyler,” said Gene sarcastically. “Now how are we going to get him over the fence?”
“Might have to meet you on the other side,” said Woolf calmly, looking less tired now. He was holding the brown package that the suspect had dropped.
Sam, still feeling the blood pounding in his veins from the capture and wrestling match with the man, pushed the suspect against the fence, smashing his face into it. “Want to climb again? I know you want to, you’re so good at it.”
Gene and Woolf stared at Sam with surprise. “Easy there, Sam,” said Woolf. “Don’t want an inquiry.”
Woolf turned to make his way back to the car, and Gene raised an eyebrow at Sam, lips almost curled into a smile.
“‘M proud of you, Sam.”
Sam beamed.
~**~
Back at the station, Sam visited Patrick in his cell again. He talked to him about helping them in locating the dealer, and Patrick was all for it. Gene had tried to arrest the store owner before they had left, but he had mysteriously disappeared for the day. Chris was told to look up information about the store owner, and Ray was sent out to keep an eye on the store itself. Ray didn’t like it, but he agreed to it when he learned that Sam wasn’t going to be working with Chris today. Ray was still annoyed by the fact that Chris seemed to really be keen on Sam, but there wasn’t anything he could do about it now.
Patrick had just finished eating when Sam came in. He smiled at him, and Sam smiled back, feeling a little wary of being in the cell with him, but he knew he needed to have a talk.
“Do you know where the store owner gets the stuff?” Sam asked, pencil and paper in hand.
“No,” said Patrick.
“What’s the owner’s name?”
“I think it’s Andy.”
“You don’t know his surname.”
“No.”
Sam quickly wrote everything down, firing off question after question. Patrick answered every one, never stuttering. He caught him trying to lie once, but then after that Patrick was truthful. When it was done, and Sam stood to leave the cell, Patrick pulled him away from the door and into a corner. Sam opened his mouth to ask him what the hell he thought he was doing but found it full of Patrick’s tongue. It was a nice kiss, but Sam was feeling dread creep up in his stomach at the thought of Gene or anyone else catching them. And the thought of Chris doubly so. So, gently, he pushed Patrick away.
“I’m flattered, really, but…”
Patrick sighed. “You don’t fancy me.”
Sam prayed for strength, or what would be considered praying, and tried to be as gentle as he could about the situation. “Look, it’s not that you’re not… well, you’re not ugly, and it’s not because you’re Irish. I really don’t mind, and I actually like your accent…”
“You like my manly brogue?” Patrick smiled, smug like.
Sam colored. “Yeah. But the fact of the matter is… well; I’m sort of seeing someone. And if they find out that you kissed me…”
“…Right, I get it…”
“…And that you’re fondling me,” said Sam, moving Patrick’s hand away from his crotch, which had somehow found its way there. “Then you’d be even more bruised than you are now.”
Patrick stared in understanding. “It’s Hunt, isn’t it?”
Sam didn’t want to say either way, because in a few hours he could be on a date with Chris, or he could find himself in a secluded corner with Annie, or he could be pounced on in a back alley by Superintendent Woolf… one just never knew. “In a manner of speaking,” he finally said, vaguely.
Patrick sighed, removing his hands from Sam’s person. “Great. Now what am I to do about this killer boner?”
Sam ducked his head in embarrassment, wishing he could give Patrick some good, sound advice, but found he didn’t have much to recommend. “Well…” he said slowly. “There’s always Rosy Palm and her five sisters.”
Patrick smiled. “Your Rosy or mine?”
Sam laughed nervously, his face burning. Patrick laughed with him. The tension was waning, and Sam felt partially relieved. When they stopped laughing, he tried to leave, but Patrick stopped him again with a hand on his chest. Sam stared down at it, then looked up into Patrick’s face, his heart beating hard. It was somehow painful.
“I really do like you, Sam,” said Patrick softly, running his hand from Sam’s chest down his stomach. “And if you ever find yourself needing me, or someone to talk to… or Hunt hurts you in any way, I’ll be there.” Patrick’s hand ghosted over Sam’s bulge, and it hardened more.
Sam nodded, almost spreading his legs in surrender. “I understand. Thank you, Patrick.”
“I mean it, Sam. I’ll whisk you away from all this if you like and… well, I’d treat you right.” Patrick squeezed the head of Sam’s cock through his jeans, and Sam sucked in a breath, shut his eyes, and tilted his head back.
Sam felt his pulse quickening, and the need to move his hips was powerful, but he kept himself still. It took a lot out of him to do it, though, but he removed Patrick’s hand. “Thanks… I know you would. So, will you cooperate with us in finding the dealer?”
“Of course.” Patrick smiled. He kissed Sam’s cheek before moving away with a gleam in his eyes.
Sam left the cell, somehow feeling as if he’d just broken things off with an old boyfriend. His heart felt lonely, and so his feet brought him straight to Gene’s office. He was about to walk in, but then was stopped by a hand on his elbow. Sam jumped.
“Oh, sorry, Sam,” said Annie, looking at him apologetically. “I was just wondering if you’ve seen Chris. Ray’s been looking for him.”
“Isn’t he in the collator’s den? He’s supposed to be looking up information on the store owner.”
“I was just in there, and so no, he isn’t.”
That was strange. Sam stared at the door to Gene’s office for a few more seconds before deciding on finding Chris for himself. His hormones could wait.
TBC
A/N: Have no fear, the next chapter will have lots o’ sex!