[Fic] Love on Mars - part 21/23?
It looks as though part 23 will be the last chapter, but I could be wrong. There might be 24 parts. But that's the way it's looking right now. And then maybe, if I do think of anything afterwards, there will be an epilogue. :)
All parts found here.
Love on Mars - part twenty-one
Author: lunadeath02
Pairings: Gene/Sam, Sam/Annie, Ray/Chris, slight Chris/Sam
Rating: Brown Cortina (NC-17)
Warnings: Slash, Het, Plot with porn, threesome, rimming, language, and SOME angst (Could be considered as ‘death’ in here, but it’s hard to label).
Summary: (Almost) Everyone wants a piece of Sam’s pie. (And Sam’s willing to give it away) But there’s more than meets the eye.
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. (Certain aspects of the 70s are being ignored) So you know, I’m agnostic.
Disclaimer: I do not own, BBC and Kudos does.
There’s some humor in this one; either that or I’m giggling at my own writing because I’m tired. ^_^
~**~
By the time Sam made it to the Railway Arms, most of the team were already there drinking. Gene was at the bar ordering a few rounds, and when he noticed Sam, he waved him closer and handed him a drink. Sam took it with a nod and followed Gene into a corner. He guessed Gene wanted to talk with him privately, because the others were on the other side of the pub. That was good because he had a lot of questions he still wanted answers for.
“Let’s talk,” said Gene, sitting down.
“Exactly what I was thinking,” said Sam. He sat across from him and sipped his drink. “And I think we should talk about more than just angels and demons.”
“If you’re thinking about Chris, it’s taken care of.”
Sam was about to take another sip, but then stopped before the glass touched his lips. “What do you mean?”
“I mean that Chris and Ray are working things out, and they might end up being together. Of course, no one is supposed to know besides us.”
“Of course,” agreed Sam. “It is the seventies after all.”
“Well, it’s a kind of echo of the seventies, but yeah. If any Demons got a whiff of the two, it won’t be pretty.”
“What about us?” Sam couldn’t help wondering.
“We’ll be safe soon.”
“How do you reckon?” Sam sipped his drink.
“Because I’m an angel, and yer about to become one, so the Demons won’t have as much power over us as they would with the lost souls.”
“What difference would that make? Someone could still report us if we’re caught, and then we’ll be out of a job.”
“True, but we won’t get caught, and I already told you why we won’t.”
“No one will tell on us, right.” Sam snorted in disbelief.
“Exactly. Let’s not talk about that now, that’s not important.”
Sam sighed and swigged more of his beer. “All right, let’s talk about purgatory then.”
“If you like.”
Sam stared at Gene for a moment before speaking again. “So, what’s deep in your heart is what makes you an angel or demon, and the size of your wings reflects the size of your heart.”
“Right on the money there, Sam. Anything else you learned that you’d like to regurgitate?”
Sam sighed. “My question is: what if a person-a lost soul-is killed here in purgatory, or what is considered killed, and their heart still hasn’t been made up yet. What happens to them?”
“At the time of their so-called death here in purgatory, whichever way they swing more is where they go. Some end up just going back to Earth.”
“As ghosts?”
“Ghosts or they’re reincarnated so that they ‘ave a chance of doing it all again. Not right to let them not get a chance to find themselves while they’re in purgatory.”
“Does everyone end up ‘ere first?”
“Not always. Some go straight to Heaven, or some become instant guardian angels or demons. It all depends on the situation and their lives on Earth.”
Sam nodded, getting more of a grasp of things. “All right. What about if, say, I married Annie and I ended up getting ‘er pregnant, here in purgatory. Or is that not possible?”
Gene laughed. “Oh, it’s possible, Sammy-boy! The deal with that is that the babe will grow up ‘ere and not on Earth, and probably won’t get a chance to live on Earth until ‘e or she gets to be reincarnated. Or the child ends up being a guardian angel or Demon for ever.”
“Huh.” Sam let that one sink in for a few seconds before continuing. “How is that determined?”
“Well, when you become an angel, and if you get Annie pregnant, your offspring will most likely be an angel.”
“And stay here as a guardian angel or go to Heaven?”
“Exactly. The kid won’t ‘ave the pleasures of Earth living. It’s a lot different ‘ere, Sam.”
“So I’ve noticed.” Sam finished his drink, put his glass down, and then smiled at Gene. “Another round?”
“Thanks, Sam, don’t mind if I do.”
~**~
They got a good bit of drinking in, and Sam asked even more questions. Gene gave him simpler answers the drunker he got, and Sam kept coming up with really weird questions that Gene didn’t have the answers for. Some were ones that Gene didn’t even want to answer.
“But…” said Sam, brain still working away. “If I go ‘round killin’ lost souls, they would end up back on Earth, right?”
“Not all of them, Sam. And if you kill any lost soul ‘ere, you’ll probably become a fallen angel or a Demon. Now stop with the bloody million questions; my job-the Guardian Angel’s job-is to get as many in to God’s army as possible, and not in the ‘ands of the Devil. When the time for the ‘Oly War comes, we need more angels fightin’ on our side so we win. Then we all live happily ever after, Amen.” Gene slammed down another drink, but was feeling too lazy to move from his spot.
“Another war,” snorted Sam, drinking the rest of his drink as well. “That’s bloody marvelous.”
“Got a problem with it, then take it up with the almighty Goddess ‘erself… but don’t expect her to grant yer wish.”
Sam sighed and laid his head down on the table. After a minute, someone put a song on the jukebox. Chris was up from his seat like a shot, obviously very drunk, and started to dance like a loon. Others laughed at his expense as he got weirder, and then Ray tripped him and he fell backwards onto the floor. Everyone laughed.
“Get up, yeh div,” said Ray, almost affectionately.
“Dance with me, Ray,” said Chris from the floor, raising his arms into the air.
“No, you’re pissed out of your mind, mate,” said Ray. He bent down to put him back on his feet. “Come on, yer bloody useless.”
“’M not useless… I’ve got a ‘eart of gold, I do.”
Ray shook his head, making Chris sit. “Stay there, ya mad div.”
Sam watched Annie from the corner of his eye, and when their eyes met, Sam smiled and slowly stood.
“Where’re you goin’?” Gene asked.
“I’m gonna ask Annie to dance. Is that all right wit’ you, Guv?”
“Just don’t start humpin’ her in the middle of the room.”
Sam laughed and went over to Annie’s side. She smiled when he walked up to her, and clumsily he bowed. Annie giggled, slightly intoxicated herself.
“Wanna dance?” he slurred.
“I suppose so,” she said. Sam took her by the hand, in a gentlemanly fashion, and brought her to her feet. He held her close and tried to dance without stepping on any of her feet. Annie giggled at the way Sam swung her around. “You’re sloshed.”
Sam laughed. “So are you.”
“Not as drunk as you are,” she retorted, and then laid her head onto Sam’s shoulder. “Sam, you’re so sweet.”
He kissed her on the forehead. “I still love you, Annie.”
“I know you do, Sam, thank you.” Annie blushed.
They danced for a while longer, and when the song was over with, others in the pub clapped for them. They were both a little embarrassed but pleased. Sam kept his hand in hers and was about to bring her to the back of the pub, thoughts of making her pant and moan on his agenda, but then when he looked back over at the corner, he saw Gene staring intensively at them. He nearly forgot about him and he suddenly felt ashamed.
“Let’s get another drink,” he said distractingly. His feelings were so mixed up he couldn’t concentrate on what was the right thing anymore, and getting another pint in sounded like the best option at the moment.
“I think you’ve had enough to drink, Sam,” said Annie gently, trying to steer Sam away from the bar. “Come on, Nelson’s got enough troubles as it is.”
“I won’t cause trouble fer Nelson,” Sam hiccupped softly. “I like Nelson.”
“You like everybody,” she smiled, and then tried to get him to move more toward Gene.
“Not true… I dun like the really mean people… I dun like Morgan.”
“I know, Sam,” she said patiently. They were almost back where Gene was.
“Morgan’s evil,” Sam blurted, his head lulling slightly. “He tricked me, ya know. The evil bastard.”
“Yes, Sam,” Annie humored, getting Sam to sit back down in his spot across from Gene. “He’s very evil.” She gave Gene a certain look that Sam missed, and Gene understood.
“Might be time to take yeh ‘ome, Sammy,” said Gene, slowly standing.
“No, dun wanna…” Sam laid his head down on the table again. “Too… too confused - too tired…”
“Then we’ll go back to my place,” said Gene. He put his coat back on and took out his car keys.
“You better not drive,” grumbled Sam. “Yer too drunk.”
“So are you.”
“Then we’ll get someone else.”
“I’m not havin’ anyone else drive my baby!” Gene helped Sam up and Sam grumbled in complaint because he just sat down.
“We’re too drunk, Gene,” Sam peered at the face to his right and recognized it to be Annie’s. “Annie, you drunk?”
“Yes, I am,” she said, giggling. “I guess we need a cab.”
“Dun need one,” slurred Gene.
“Yes, we do!” Sam swiped his left hand in the air, aiming for Gene’s keys. He only accomplished getting them knocked out of Gene’s hands. Sam and Gene stared at each other in shock for a moment, stared down at the keys, and then looked back at each other before diving for them. They fell in a heap as they wrestled for the keys, but when their hands were in the air, both grappling for them, Annie quickly swiped them out of their hands. Confused, they stared at their now empty hands, wondering what happened to the keys.
“They jus’ disappeared!” Gene said in awe.
“Like feathers,” said Sam, also in awe.
“Oh, honestly,” Annie rolled her eyes. “I’m goin’ to ‘old on to these for the night and call us a cab.”
“Now look at wot yeh did,” bemoaned Gene.
“Not my fault,” Sam pouted.
~**~
Sam and Gene leaned on each other as they stumbled toward the front door. Annie helped unlock the door and let the men step through first. They almost fell on their arses, but Gene grabbed hold of the stair rail. Gene laughed softly for some reason, and then Sam joined him. Annie sighed and went to make coffee.
“Careful,” whispered Sam into Gene’s ear. “Y-you almost fell.”
“So did you,” countered Gene. They both giggled. Together they found the sofa in the sitting room and plopped down. Gene nearly slid off, but then he righted himself again. The smell of coffee brewing made him wrinkle his nose. “What’s that smell?”
“I think it’s coffee,” answered Sam. “Although, I don’t think it’ll work to sober us up.” He snickered under his breath.
“Why are we laughin’?” said Gene.
“Dunno.” Sam scratched his head. “Did we tell a joke?”
“I don’t remember. Oi, Flash-Knickers! Did you tell us a joke?”
“No,” said Annie, coming out of the kitchen with a tea towel. “You’re both being giggling imbeciles.”
“Yer not that drunk if you can say that word.”
“What word?” Annie blinked.
“Im - imbe - imbelical… something.”
“Imbeciles?” supplied Sam. He giggled. “I can say it just fine.”
“That’s because yer a Nancy poofter from Hyde,” said Gene. He belched loudly.
“Good one, Guv,” Sam grinned. “How ‘bout this?” Sam belched a little, but it wasn’t as loud as Gene’s. “Oh, damn.”
“Gotta put some ‘oomph’ into it!” said Gene, and then he swallowed a lot of air before letting out another loud belch. “See? Like that.”
“Oh, for the love of God!” Annie complained.
“Oi, Annie-love,” said Gene, lulling his head to the side so that he could see her. “Don’t want any coffee. Get us some beersies.”
“You’ve had enough beersies, Guv. Time to sober up.”
“Dun wanna,” Gene whined softly. “Havin’ fun bein’ like this, and havin’ fun with my darlin’ deputy.”
Sam beamed and looked at the ceiling in embarrassment. “I’m your darlin’ deputy?”
“Oh yes. The most darling-est of darlin’ deputies. The best of the best; cream of the crop; top cop of the year!”
“Not to mention the future!” Sam cheered, pretending to raise a glass in toast. “To the future!”
“The future!” echoed Gene. “May it have many Sam Tylers!”
“Oi, I’ll drink to that!” Sam brought his cupped hand to his lips and then stopped to stare at his empty hand. “Where’d my drink go?”
“I think you drank it,” Gene hiccupped.
Annie came out of the kitchen with two cups of coffee. “It’s the strong stuff, so it should help some.” She set them down in front of them on the coffee table. “I’ve got my own in the kitchen. Excuse me.” She left, swaying slightly as she went.
“She’s got a nice can,” commented Gene as he stared at Annie’s arse. “Very nice.”
“It feels nice too,” said Sam, grinning.
“Give over! You never arse fucked ‘er.”
“No, but still feels nice when it bounces on ya.”
Gene smirked. “We should get a piece o’ that, I think.”
“Dun know if Annie would want you touchin’ her,” said Sam, swaying closer to Gene. “She only fancies me.”
“Oh, balderdash! She wants me.”
Sam snickered into his hand. “Oh yeah?”
“Oh yeah. She wants my body something bad.”
“I do have ears,” Annie called from the kitchen.
“Good for you, love!” said Gene. “Makes for fun foreplay.”
“Oi, those are my ears, Guv,” said Sam. Gene slowly turned his head and really stared at Sam.
“Your ears?”
“Um…” Sam realized what he said and was about to reply to save himself, but then Gene continued.
“What’s your ears doin’ on Cartwright?”
Sam stared at Gene for a moment before bursting into giggle fits. Gene joined him.
Annie came out again, hands on hips. “One would think you two had been sharing some weed instead of alcohol!”
“Oi, I’m no druggie!” Gene complained. “Oops, gotta get up and drain the ol’ lizard.”
“Need ‘elp?” Sam grinned.
“I don’t need yer ‘elp, Sam. I can write me John Hancock with my own han’ and cock.”
Sam broke out into hysterics. “I meant… I meant ‘elp you stand up!”
“Oh, yeah, might need that.”
Sam slowly stood up himself and helped Gene up. Gene swayed a little before finding his footing and slowly made his way to the bathroom. Annie and Sam watched him nervously, just waiting for him to fall over, but he didn’t. Sam sat back down and Annie took Gene’s spot on the sofa. Immediately, Sam pulled Annie to him and started to kiss her neck.
“Sam!” she protested, but then found herself melting into his embrace. “No, don’t do that… you’re drunk.”
“So’re you, love.” Sam nibbled up to her ear and pulled on it with his lips. “My ear.”
Annie giggled. “Stop it, Sam! Gene will be back any minute.”
“Good! Then we can get on with that threesome.”
Annie gasped and tried to pull away, but she was laughing. “Sam! Stop it, you… Sam!” Annie cried shrilly; Sam had placed a hand onto her breast and started to softly knead it. “You naughty boy!”
“Damn right I am,” Sam grumbled into her neck, kissing and licking it. “And don’t you ferget it…”
Gene stumbled back into the sitting room. “Oi! Hands off my beau, Flash-knickers!”
“He grabbed me!” Annie shrieked. She tried to get away, but Sam was too strong. “Come on, Sam, stop. You’re not really like this, remember? Sam, come on…” Sam didn’t stop, using his teeth now to give her a small mark below her ear. “If you don’t stop it, I’ll slap you.”
“Ohhh, kinky,” Sam laughed. But Annie was true to her word, and she backed away just enough so that she could slap him. It wasn’t as hard as the last time she had slapped him, but it was enough to make him stop and stare at her with confusion and slight hurt.
“Annie!” he whined, rubbing his face.
“I told you I would hit you. Now, both of you drink your coffee and get to bed.”
“Yer a regular mother ‘en, you are,” said Gene. They both did as they were told and slowly went into the bedroom. Gene landed heavily on the edge without taking any of his clothes off, and Sam sat down next to him and tried to take off his shoes. Annie sighed and bent down to help him.
“Wish I was too drunk to do any of this, but I obviously didn’t have enough.”
“I’m sorry we’re such a bother, Annie,” Sam pouted. “I don’t mean to be this way. And I’m sorry for upsetting you… I didn’t mean…”
“Hush now, Sam, it’s okay.” She helped Sam with the rest of his clothes until he was just in his vest and boxer shorts. “Now get in bed while I help the Guv.”
Gene smacked his lips a few times and mumbled something incoherent. Annie sighed and did the same thing for Gene, although it took longer because Gene was heavier. When they were finally in bed, Annie shut the light off and went to spend the night in the guest room.
~**~
That morning, Sam was the first to wake up. The sun from the window hit him smack in the face, and Sam groaned in pain. He hated hangovers, which was why he did his best not to drink until he was drunk off his nut. Obviously he drank a little too much, if his head playing the kettledrum was any indication.
Slowly, Sam crawled out of bed and made his way to the bathroom where he puked up most of his stomach contents. Then, once finished, he gargled with some mouthwash and went back to bed to bury his face into his pillow. Doing so woke Gene up, and Gene just lay there.
“It shouldn’t be this bright this early…” he groaned.
“I agree,” said Sam into the pillow.
“Sam, is that you?”
“No, it’s the tooth fairy come to check if you lost any of your teeth.” Sam put his pillow over his head. “Nope, nothing. Guess I’ll just fly away then.”
“Wait until you get yer flyin’ license,” said Gene. Somehow, Sam wasn’t sure how, but Gene was able to get out of bed and make it to the bathroom without crawling. Sam figured it was from practice.
“Damn it,” he moaned. “Even in the afterlife you pay for excessive drinking.”
When Gene was finished, he stopped next to the bedroom door and inhaled sharply. “Smell that?”
“I hope not,” said Sam, holding his stomach. It was still tender.
“Smells like breakfast.”
“You go ahead,” said Sam into his pillow. “I’ll just lie ‘ere and die quietly.”
Gene smirked. “I’ll let Annie know yer not up fer breakie.”
Sam eyes widened. “Annie?”
“Yeah, you remember ‘er, don’t yeh? About as short as you, brown ‘air, big eyes, and nice tits?” Gene opened the door. “You nearly ate ‘er ear off in the heat of the moment last night.”
“Bugger,” Sam groaned, tossing an arm over his eyes. He’d forgotten about how he acted toward her, and now he wished he’d forgotten for good. “She hates me now.”
“No, she doesn’t, ya big Nancy. I’ll try findin’ you some Lucozade.”
Sam moaned pitifully, wishing his stomach and head weren’t so against him and shut his eyes.
~**~
Sam finally felt better after three o’clock. His head still throbbed a bit but he’d taken some aspirin to help fight it. Sam nearly forgot that it was the weekend and almost went in to work until Gene tugged him away from the door and asked him where he was going.
“Sorry, I kept thinking it was Thursday.”
Gene didn’t tell Sam, but he’d been nursing his hangover too. Gene was just used to handling it better than Sam. Gene liked his Saturdays to be quiet, now that his wife was gone. Although Sam could just sit back and relax too, he was in the kitchen helping Annie clean up after they’d had lunch. Sam was able to stomach a little food, but not a lot. When Sam saw Annie in the apron he’d worn before when he came over to clean up Gene’s crap, he almost grabbed her and threw her against the wall and ravished her neck. And maybe even her ear. He made excuses to go past her from behind, making sure he brushed up against her as he went. The third time he did that, his cock was suddenly interested when pressed into her backside.
“Oh!” she gasped. She looked behind her shoulder at him accusingly.
“What?” he said as innocently as he could, fluttering his lashes.
“You know what,” she said in a warning tone, but her eyes were sparkling.
“You two behavin’ in there?” came Gene’s voice from the sitting room.
“As well as we can,” answered Sam with a smile. Annie whacked him on the shoulder, the word ‘cad’ on the tip of her tongue.
“Don’t make me come in there,” said Gene.
“Oh, I’m scared!” Sam mocked. “I’m so scared of the big birdie.”
“That’s it!” Gene growled, threw his newspaper down on the sofa and stormed into the kitchen. Annie gasped from the look on Gene’s face and Sam actually took a step back. Gene wagged a finger in front of Sam’s face, eyebrows furrowed. “If yer gonna continue being a slag, you make sure I’m included, understand?”
Annie’s eyes widened.
“Just an accident, really,” said Sam as cool as he could; besides, his head was still throbbing slightly. “I brushed past her and my dick decided it was interested.”
“So that gives you the right to flirt with ‘er, is that it?”
Sam backed into the counter, and then blushed hard when he remembered what him and Gene had done on the counter last time. Gene got into his personal space, and Sam didn’t mind one bit. Annie just stood there, unable to take her eyes away.
“Gene,” Sam tried to look as cute as possible. “You know how I feel about you, and you know I love the things you do.”
“And yeh love Cartwright as well, I know,” Gene’s voice was low and gravelly.
“Hey, you talked about having Annie’s arse last night, so don’t start!”
Annie squeaked and turned round, trying to ignore their conversation by drying more dishes, but it wasn’t easy.
“And you were talking about a threesome at one point, weren’t ya?” said Gene.
“You heard that?” Sam gulped. He tried smiling sweetly. “Uh, I mean… what do you mean by that?”
“Don’t lie, and don’t try wiggling yer way out of this, Gladys. You still want ‘er.”
“So do you!”
“I never had ‘er to begin with! That was Skelton.”
“Chris didn’t have her, actually. He had me.”
“You two still had a threesome, and it was without me.”
Sam stared into Gene’s eyes, trying to read Gene’s feelings on the matter, but it was difficult. “Gene, do you want…?”
“It’s up to Annie,” said Gene quickly. He turned to face her. She tried her best not to look at them. “Annie-love?”
“I’ll think about it,” she said quickly, and then bit her bottom lip in surprise. She obviously didn’t think she’d say something like that.
Sam and Gene looked at each other; very happy with her answer.
~**~
Annie’s knuckles turned white against the headboard from the feel of Sam burying his tongue inside her. He parted the lips of her pussy more to get at her better, and she cried out. Gene’s hands were busy rubbing Sam’s body, and then they settled for grabbing his cock and slowly stroking. Sam moaned in pleasure as he continued to lap at Annie, making her moan and shudder. He sucked at her clit hard, and then pulled it taut with his lips. She gasped, bucking her hips back, and Sam gasped when Gene’s mouth found his arse. He licked broadly across Sam’s hole before gently swirling it around the edge; the skin softened, and Sam whined.
“I want you,” Sam and Annie moaned at the same time. Sam gulped down his laugh and Annie giggled softly. Both lovers obeyed. Sam kissed his way up her spine and then slowly slid his cock inside her. She shifted beneath him, moaning appreciatively, lowering herself down onto her arms. Gene followed Sam, kissing his way up his back, and carefully pushing inside him. Sam hissed at the feel of being filled by Gene and having his cock surrounded by wet heat. He couldn’t hold himself back and started pushing and pulling his body back and forth.
“Hold up, yeh slag,” Gene growled. He held Sam’s hips still, which held him still within Annie, and kept himself to the root inside Sam. They stayed like that for a few seconds, and Sam shivered from just being in the middle of the two people he loved dearly. Gene was slowly kissing his neck as Annie gripped around his cock tightly with her muscles. He started to pant.
“C’mon, I need to move!” he whined.
“Shut it, yeh tart,” Gene said into Sam’s ear, and then he casually landed a swat onto his arse cheek. “Let me enjoy the moment.”
Annie, by now, was beginning to whine as well. “Please, Guv, I want to move too.”
“Yer all a bunch of impatient slags,” said Gene, but it was with affection. He sat back on his hunches before shallowly thrusting. It immediately got Sam to move, his hips out of sync with Gene’s, and Annie pushed back, gasping at the feel of Sam’s hard cock buried so deeply inside her. She wouldn’t voice it, but she had missed the feeling.
“Oh, fuck!” Sam moaned, arousal building within him slowly, both from the feel of being inside Annie, Gene inside him, and the feel of their warm bodies surrounding him. He felt he was already in Heaven, and maybe for him this was his Heaven.
The pressure of Gene’s fingertips digging into his skin aroused Sam into greater heights, and he found he couldn’t move hard enough, or taste enough of Annie’s skin, or hear enough of Gene’s grunts.
At the feel of Gene’s teeth in his neck, Sam was on overload. He came a few spurts inside Annie, and then from the erratic thrusting, his cock had slipped out and the rest of his come went all over Annie’s arse and on his own stomach. Annie gasped from it, and Gene sighed in some annoyance, but he continued to pound into Sam, spreading his cheeks wide. Sam laid his face on Annie’s back, moaning like a horny slut, more so than Annie had been. Then Gene grabbed the back of Sam’s hair and pulled as he emptied himself inside him. Sam shuddered, loving the feel of Gene’s come filling him. All three of them slowly fell onto the bed, Sam staying in the middle. Annie turned and laid her head onto Sam’s shoulder, and Gene wrapped an arm around Sam’s middle.
They stayed like that for a few minutes, catching their breathes. Sam felt so warm lying between them, and so comfortable, that he didn’t wish to move ever again.
Two hours later, after the three of them had slept, they were at it again; it was merely by Sam’s presence. And Sam wasn’t the only one in the middle that night.
TBC
All parts found here.
Love on Mars - part twenty-one
Author: lunadeath02
Pairings: Gene/Sam, Sam/Annie, Ray/Chris, slight Chris/Sam
Rating: Brown Cortina (NC-17)
Warnings: Slash, Het, Plot with porn, threesome, rimming, language, and SOME angst (Could be considered as ‘death’ in here, but it’s hard to label).
Summary: (Almost) Everyone wants a piece of Sam’s pie. (And Sam’s willing to give it away) But there’s more than meets the eye.
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. (Certain aspects of the 70s are being ignored) So you know, I’m agnostic.
Disclaimer: I do not own, BBC and Kudos does.
There’s some humor in this one; either that or I’m giggling at my own writing because I’m tired. ^_^
~**~
By the time Sam made it to the Railway Arms, most of the team were already there drinking. Gene was at the bar ordering a few rounds, and when he noticed Sam, he waved him closer and handed him a drink. Sam took it with a nod and followed Gene into a corner. He guessed Gene wanted to talk with him privately, because the others were on the other side of the pub. That was good because he had a lot of questions he still wanted answers for.
“Let’s talk,” said Gene, sitting down.
“Exactly what I was thinking,” said Sam. He sat across from him and sipped his drink. “And I think we should talk about more than just angels and demons.”
“If you’re thinking about Chris, it’s taken care of.”
Sam was about to take another sip, but then stopped before the glass touched his lips. “What do you mean?”
“I mean that Chris and Ray are working things out, and they might end up being together. Of course, no one is supposed to know besides us.”
“Of course,” agreed Sam. “It is the seventies after all.”
“Well, it’s a kind of echo of the seventies, but yeah. If any Demons got a whiff of the two, it won’t be pretty.”
“What about us?” Sam couldn’t help wondering.
“We’ll be safe soon.”
“How do you reckon?” Sam sipped his drink.
“Because I’m an angel, and yer about to become one, so the Demons won’t have as much power over us as they would with the lost souls.”
“What difference would that make? Someone could still report us if we’re caught, and then we’ll be out of a job.”
“True, but we won’t get caught, and I already told you why we won’t.”
“No one will tell on us, right.” Sam snorted in disbelief.
“Exactly. Let’s not talk about that now, that’s not important.”
Sam sighed and swigged more of his beer. “All right, let’s talk about purgatory then.”
“If you like.”
Sam stared at Gene for a moment before speaking again. “So, what’s deep in your heart is what makes you an angel or demon, and the size of your wings reflects the size of your heart.”
“Right on the money there, Sam. Anything else you learned that you’d like to regurgitate?”
Sam sighed. “My question is: what if a person-a lost soul-is killed here in purgatory, or what is considered killed, and their heart still hasn’t been made up yet. What happens to them?”
“At the time of their so-called death here in purgatory, whichever way they swing more is where they go. Some end up just going back to Earth.”
“As ghosts?”
“Ghosts or they’re reincarnated so that they ‘ave a chance of doing it all again. Not right to let them not get a chance to find themselves while they’re in purgatory.”
“Does everyone end up ‘ere first?”
“Not always. Some go straight to Heaven, or some become instant guardian angels or demons. It all depends on the situation and their lives on Earth.”
Sam nodded, getting more of a grasp of things. “All right. What about if, say, I married Annie and I ended up getting ‘er pregnant, here in purgatory. Or is that not possible?”
Gene laughed. “Oh, it’s possible, Sammy-boy! The deal with that is that the babe will grow up ‘ere and not on Earth, and probably won’t get a chance to live on Earth until ‘e or she gets to be reincarnated. Or the child ends up being a guardian angel or Demon for ever.”
“Huh.” Sam let that one sink in for a few seconds before continuing. “How is that determined?”
“Well, when you become an angel, and if you get Annie pregnant, your offspring will most likely be an angel.”
“And stay here as a guardian angel or go to Heaven?”
“Exactly. The kid won’t ‘ave the pleasures of Earth living. It’s a lot different ‘ere, Sam.”
“So I’ve noticed.” Sam finished his drink, put his glass down, and then smiled at Gene. “Another round?”
“Thanks, Sam, don’t mind if I do.”
~**~
They got a good bit of drinking in, and Sam asked even more questions. Gene gave him simpler answers the drunker he got, and Sam kept coming up with really weird questions that Gene didn’t have the answers for. Some were ones that Gene didn’t even want to answer.
“But…” said Sam, brain still working away. “If I go ‘round killin’ lost souls, they would end up back on Earth, right?”
“Not all of them, Sam. And if you kill any lost soul ‘ere, you’ll probably become a fallen angel or a Demon. Now stop with the bloody million questions; my job-the Guardian Angel’s job-is to get as many in to God’s army as possible, and not in the ‘ands of the Devil. When the time for the ‘Oly War comes, we need more angels fightin’ on our side so we win. Then we all live happily ever after, Amen.” Gene slammed down another drink, but was feeling too lazy to move from his spot.
“Another war,” snorted Sam, drinking the rest of his drink as well. “That’s bloody marvelous.”
“Got a problem with it, then take it up with the almighty Goddess ‘erself… but don’t expect her to grant yer wish.”
Sam sighed and laid his head down on the table. After a minute, someone put a song on the jukebox. Chris was up from his seat like a shot, obviously very drunk, and started to dance like a loon. Others laughed at his expense as he got weirder, and then Ray tripped him and he fell backwards onto the floor. Everyone laughed.
“Get up, yeh div,” said Ray, almost affectionately.
“Dance with me, Ray,” said Chris from the floor, raising his arms into the air.
“No, you’re pissed out of your mind, mate,” said Ray. He bent down to put him back on his feet. “Come on, yer bloody useless.”
“’M not useless… I’ve got a ‘eart of gold, I do.”
Ray shook his head, making Chris sit. “Stay there, ya mad div.”
Sam watched Annie from the corner of his eye, and when their eyes met, Sam smiled and slowly stood.
“Where’re you goin’?” Gene asked.
“I’m gonna ask Annie to dance. Is that all right wit’ you, Guv?”
“Just don’t start humpin’ her in the middle of the room.”
Sam laughed and went over to Annie’s side. She smiled when he walked up to her, and clumsily he bowed. Annie giggled, slightly intoxicated herself.
“Wanna dance?” he slurred.
“I suppose so,” she said. Sam took her by the hand, in a gentlemanly fashion, and brought her to her feet. He held her close and tried to dance without stepping on any of her feet. Annie giggled at the way Sam swung her around. “You’re sloshed.”
Sam laughed. “So are you.”
“Not as drunk as you are,” she retorted, and then laid her head onto Sam’s shoulder. “Sam, you’re so sweet.”
He kissed her on the forehead. “I still love you, Annie.”
“I know you do, Sam, thank you.” Annie blushed.
They danced for a while longer, and when the song was over with, others in the pub clapped for them. They were both a little embarrassed but pleased. Sam kept his hand in hers and was about to bring her to the back of the pub, thoughts of making her pant and moan on his agenda, but then when he looked back over at the corner, he saw Gene staring intensively at them. He nearly forgot about him and he suddenly felt ashamed.
“Let’s get another drink,” he said distractingly. His feelings were so mixed up he couldn’t concentrate on what was the right thing anymore, and getting another pint in sounded like the best option at the moment.
“I think you’ve had enough to drink, Sam,” said Annie gently, trying to steer Sam away from the bar. “Come on, Nelson’s got enough troubles as it is.”
“I won’t cause trouble fer Nelson,” Sam hiccupped softly. “I like Nelson.”
“You like everybody,” she smiled, and then tried to get him to move more toward Gene.
“Not true… I dun like the really mean people… I dun like Morgan.”
“I know, Sam,” she said patiently. They were almost back where Gene was.
“Morgan’s evil,” Sam blurted, his head lulling slightly. “He tricked me, ya know. The evil bastard.”
“Yes, Sam,” Annie humored, getting Sam to sit back down in his spot across from Gene. “He’s very evil.” She gave Gene a certain look that Sam missed, and Gene understood.
“Might be time to take yeh ‘ome, Sammy,” said Gene, slowly standing.
“No, dun wanna…” Sam laid his head down on the table again. “Too… too confused - too tired…”
“Then we’ll go back to my place,” said Gene. He put his coat back on and took out his car keys.
“You better not drive,” grumbled Sam. “Yer too drunk.”
“So are you.”
“Then we’ll get someone else.”
“I’m not havin’ anyone else drive my baby!” Gene helped Sam up and Sam grumbled in complaint because he just sat down.
“We’re too drunk, Gene,” Sam peered at the face to his right and recognized it to be Annie’s. “Annie, you drunk?”
“Yes, I am,” she said, giggling. “I guess we need a cab.”
“Dun need one,” slurred Gene.
“Yes, we do!” Sam swiped his left hand in the air, aiming for Gene’s keys. He only accomplished getting them knocked out of Gene’s hands. Sam and Gene stared at each other in shock for a moment, stared down at the keys, and then looked back at each other before diving for them. They fell in a heap as they wrestled for the keys, but when their hands were in the air, both grappling for them, Annie quickly swiped them out of their hands. Confused, they stared at their now empty hands, wondering what happened to the keys.
“They jus’ disappeared!” Gene said in awe.
“Like feathers,” said Sam, also in awe.
“Oh, honestly,” Annie rolled her eyes. “I’m goin’ to ‘old on to these for the night and call us a cab.”
“Now look at wot yeh did,” bemoaned Gene.
“Not my fault,” Sam pouted.
~**~
Sam and Gene leaned on each other as they stumbled toward the front door. Annie helped unlock the door and let the men step through first. They almost fell on their arses, but Gene grabbed hold of the stair rail. Gene laughed softly for some reason, and then Sam joined him. Annie sighed and went to make coffee.
“Careful,” whispered Sam into Gene’s ear. “Y-you almost fell.”
“So did you,” countered Gene. They both giggled. Together they found the sofa in the sitting room and plopped down. Gene nearly slid off, but then he righted himself again. The smell of coffee brewing made him wrinkle his nose. “What’s that smell?”
“I think it’s coffee,” answered Sam. “Although, I don’t think it’ll work to sober us up.” He snickered under his breath.
“Why are we laughin’?” said Gene.
“Dunno.” Sam scratched his head. “Did we tell a joke?”
“I don’t remember. Oi, Flash-Knickers! Did you tell us a joke?”
“No,” said Annie, coming out of the kitchen with a tea towel. “You’re both being giggling imbeciles.”
“Yer not that drunk if you can say that word.”
“What word?” Annie blinked.
“Im - imbe - imbelical… something.”
“Imbeciles?” supplied Sam. He giggled. “I can say it just fine.”
“That’s because yer a Nancy poofter from Hyde,” said Gene. He belched loudly.
“Good one, Guv,” Sam grinned. “How ‘bout this?” Sam belched a little, but it wasn’t as loud as Gene’s. “Oh, damn.”
“Gotta put some ‘oomph’ into it!” said Gene, and then he swallowed a lot of air before letting out another loud belch. “See? Like that.”
“Oh, for the love of God!” Annie complained.
“Oi, Annie-love,” said Gene, lulling his head to the side so that he could see her. “Don’t want any coffee. Get us some beersies.”
“You’ve had enough beersies, Guv. Time to sober up.”
“Dun wanna,” Gene whined softly. “Havin’ fun bein’ like this, and havin’ fun with my darlin’ deputy.”
Sam beamed and looked at the ceiling in embarrassment. “I’m your darlin’ deputy?”
“Oh yes. The most darling-est of darlin’ deputies. The best of the best; cream of the crop; top cop of the year!”
“Not to mention the future!” Sam cheered, pretending to raise a glass in toast. “To the future!”
“The future!” echoed Gene. “May it have many Sam Tylers!”
“Oi, I’ll drink to that!” Sam brought his cupped hand to his lips and then stopped to stare at his empty hand. “Where’d my drink go?”
“I think you drank it,” Gene hiccupped.
Annie came out of the kitchen with two cups of coffee. “It’s the strong stuff, so it should help some.” She set them down in front of them on the coffee table. “I’ve got my own in the kitchen. Excuse me.” She left, swaying slightly as she went.
“She’s got a nice can,” commented Gene as he stared at Annie’s arse. “Very nice.”
“It feels nice too,” said Sam, grinning.
“Give over! You never arse fucked ‘er.”
“No, but still feels nice when it bounces on ya.”
Gene smirked. “We should get a piece o’ that, I think.”
“Dun know if Annie would want you touchin’ her,” said Sam, swaying closer to Gene. “She only fancies me.”
“Oh, balderdash! She wants me.”
Sam snickered into his hand. “Oh yeah?”
“Oh yeah. She wants my body something bad.”
“I do have ears,” Annie called from the kitchen.
“Good for you, love!” said Gene. “Makes for fun foreplay.”
“Oi, those are my ears, Guv,” said Sam. Gene slowly turned his head and really stared at Sam.
“Your ears?”
“Um…” Sam realized what he said and was about to reply to save himself, but then Gene continued.
“What’s your ears doin’ on Cartwright?”
Sam stared at Gene for a moment before bursting into giggle fits. Gene joined him.
Annie came out again, hands on hips. “One would think you two had been sharing some weed instead of alcohol!”
“Oi, I’m no druggie!” Gene complained. “Oops, gotta get up and drain the ol’ lizard.”
“Need ‘elp?” Sam grinned.
“I don’t need yer ‘elp, Sam. I can write me John Hancock with my own han’ and cock.”
Sam broke out into hysterics. “I meant… I meant ‘elp you stand up!”
“Oh, yeah, might need that.”
Sam slowly stood up himself and helped Gene up. Gene swayed a little before finding his footing and slowly made his way to the bathroom. Annie and Sam watched him nervously, just waiting for him to fall over, but he didn’t. Sam sat back down and Annie took Gene’s spot on the sofa. Immediately, Sam pulled Annie to him and started to kiss her neck.
“Sam!” she protested, but then found herself melting into his embrace. “No, don’t do that… you’re drunk.”
“So’re you, love.” Sam nibbled up to her ear and pulled on it with his lips. “My ear.”
Annie giggled. “Stop it, Sam! Gene will be back any minute.”
“Good! Then we can get on with that threesome.”
Annie gasped and tried to pull away, but she was laughing. “Sam! Stop it, you… Sam!” Annie cried shrilly; Sam had placed a hand onto her breast and started to softly knead it. “You naughty boy!”
“Damn right I am,” Sam grumbled into her neck, kissing and licking it. “And don’t you ferget it…”
Gene stumbled back into the sitting room. “Oi! Hands off my beau, Flash-knickers!”
“He grabbed me!” Annie shrieked. She tried to get away, but Sam was too strong. “Come on, Sam, stop. You’re not really like this, remember? Sam, come on…” Sam didn’t stop, using his teeth now to give her a small mark below her ear. “If you don’t stop it, I’ll slap you.”
“Ohhh, kinky,” Sam laughed. But Annie was true to her word, and she backed away just enough so that she could slap him. It wasn’t as hard as the last time she had slapped him, but it was enough to make him stop and stare at her with confusion and slight hurt.
“Annie!” he whined, rubbing his face.
“I told you I would hit you. Now, both of you drink your coffee and get to bed.”
“Yer a regular mother ‘en, you are,” said Gene. They both did as they were told and slowly went into the bedroom. Gene landed heavily on the edge without taking any of his clothes off, and Sam sat down next to him and tried to take off his shoes. Annie sighed and bent down to help him.
“Wish I was too drunk to do any of this, but I obviously didn’t have enough.”
“I’m sorry we’re such a bother, Annie,” Sam pouted. “I don’t mean to be this way. And I’m sorry for upsetting you… I didn’t mean…”
“Hush now, Sam, it’s okay.” She helped Sam with the rest of his clothes until he was just in his vest and boxer shorts. “Now get in bed while I help the Guv.”
Gene smacked his lips a few times and mumbled something incoherent. Annie sighed and did the same thing for Gene, although it took longer because Gene was heavier. When they were finally in bed, Annie shut the light off and went to spend the night in the guest room.
~**~
That morning, Sam was the first to wake up. The sun from the window hit him smack in the face, and Sam groaned in pain. He hated hangovers, which was why he did his best not to drink until he was drunk off his nut. Obviously he drank a little too much, if his head playing the kettledrum was any indication.
Slowly, Sam crawled out of bed and made his way to the bathroom where he puked up most of his stomach contents. Then, once finished, he gargled with some mouthwash and went back to bed to bury his face into his pillow. Doing so woke Gene up, and Gene just lay there.
“It shouldn’t be this bright this early…” he groaned.
“I agree,” said Sam into the pillow.
“Sam, is that you?”
“No, it’s the tooth fairy come to check if you lost any of your teeth.” Sam put his pillow over his head. “Nope, nothing. Guess I’ll just fly away then.”
“Wait until you get yer flyin’ license,” said Gene. Somehow, Sam wasn’t sure how, but Gene was able to get out of bed and make it to the bathroom without crawling. Sam figured it was from practice.
“Damn it,” he moaned. “Even in the afterlife you pay for excessive drinking.”
When Gene was finished, he stopped next to the bedroom door and inhaled sharply. “Smell that?”
“I hope not,” said Sam, holding his stomach. It was still tender.
“Smells like breakfast.”
“You go ahead,” said Sam into his pillow. “I’ll just lie ‘ere and die quietly.”
Gene smirked. “I’ll let Annie know yer not up fer breakie.”
Sam eyes widened. “Annie?”
“Yeah, you remember ‘er, don’t yeh? About as short as you, brown ‘air, big eyes, and nice tits?” Gene opened the door. “You nearly ate ‘er ear off in the heat of the moment last night.”
“Bugger,” Sam groaned, tossing an arm over his eyes. He’d forgotten about how he acted toward her, and now he wished he’d forgotten for good. “She hates me now.”
“No, she doesn’t, ya big Nancy. I’ll try findin’ you some Lucozade.”
Sam moaned pitifully, wishing his stomach and head weren’t so against him and shut his eyes.
~**~
Sam finally felt better after three o’clock. His head still throbbed a bit but he’d taken some aspirin to help fight it. Sam nearly forgot that it was the weekend and almost went in to work until Gene tugged him away from the door and asked him where he was going.
“Sorry, I kept thinking it was Thursday.”
Gene didn’t tell Sam, but he’d been nursing his hangover too. Gene was just used to handling it better than Sam. Gene liked his Saturdays to be quiet, now that his wife was gone. Although Sam could just sit back and relax too, he was in the kitchen helping Annie clean up after they’d had lunch. Sam was able to stomach a little food, but not a lot. When Sam saw Annie in the apron he’d worn before when he came over to clean up Gene’s crap, he almost grabbed her and threw her against the wall and ravished her neck. And maybe even her ear. He made excuses to go past her from behind, making sure he brushed up against her as he went. The third time he did that, his cock was suddenly interested when pressed into her backside.
“Oh!” she gasped. She looked behind her shoulder at him accusingly.
“What?” he said as innocently as he could, fluttering his lashes.
“You know what,” she said in a warning tone, but her eyes were sparkling.
“You two behavin’ in there?” came Gene’s voice from the sitting room.
“As well as we can,” answered Sam with a smile. Annie whacked him on the shoulder, the word ‘cad’ on the tip of her tongue.
“Don’t make me come in there,” said Gene.
“Oh, I’m scared!” Sam mocked. “I’m so scared of the big birdie.”
“That’s it!” Gene growled, threw his newspaper down on the sofa and stormed into the kitchen. Annie gasped from the look on Gene’s face and Sam actually took a step back. Gene wagged a finger in front of Sam’s face, eyebrows furrowed. “If yer gonna continue being a slag, you make sure I’m included, understand?”
Annie’s eyes widened.
“Just an accident, really,” said Sam as cool as he could; besides, his head was still throbbing slightly. “I brushed past her and my dick decided it was interested.”
“So that gives you the right to flirt with ‘er, is that it?”
Sam backed into the counter, and then blushed hard when he remembered what him and Gene had done on the counter last time. Gene got into his personal space, and Sam didn’t mind one bit. Annie just stood there, unable to take her eyes away.
“Gene,” Sam tried to look as cute as possible. “You know how I feel about you, and you know I love the things you do.”
“And yeh love Cartwright as well, I know,” Gene’s voice was low and gravelly.
“Hey, you talked about having Annie’s arse last night, so don’t start!”
Annie squeaked and turned round, trying to ignore their conversation by drying more dishes, but it wasn’t easy.
“And you were talking about a threesome at one point, weren’t ya?” said Gene.
“You heard that?” Sam gulped. He tried smiling sweetly. “Uh, I mean… what do you mean by that?”
“Don’t lie, and don’t try wiggling yer way out of this, Gladys. You still want ‘er.”
“So do you!”
“I never had ‘er to begin with! That was Skelton.”
“Chris didn’t have her, actually. He had me.”
“You two still had a threesome, and it was without me.”
Sam stared into Gene’s eyes, trying to read Gene’s feelings on the matter, but it was difficult. “Gene, do you want…?”
“It’s up to Annie,” said Gene quickly. He turned to face her. She tried her best not to look at them. “Annie-love?”
“I’ll think about it,” she said quickly, and then bit her bottom lip in surprise. She obviously didn’t think she’d say something like that.
Sam and Gene looked at each other; very happy with her answer.
~**~
Annie’s knuckles turned white against the headboard from the feel of Sam burying his tongue inside her. He parted the lips of her pussy more to get at her better, and she cried out. Gene’s hands were busy rubbing Sam’s body, and then they settled for grabbing his cock and slowly stroking. Sam moaned in pleasure as he continued to lap at Annie, making her moan and shudder. He sucked at her clit hard, and then pulled it taut with his lips. She gasped, bucking her hips back, and Sam gasped when Gene’s mouth found his arse. He licked broadly across Sam’s hole before gently swirling it around the edge; the skin softened, and Sam whined.
“I want you,” Sam and Annie moaned at the same time. Sam gulped down his laugh and Annie giggled softly. Both lovers obeyed. Sam kissed his way up her spine and then slowly slid his cock inside her. She shifted beneath him, moaning appreciatively, lowering herself down onto her arms. Gene followed Sam, kissing his way up his back, and carefully pushing inside him. Sam hissed at the feel of being filled by Gene and having his cock surrounded by wet heat. He couldn’t hold himself back and started pushing and pulling his body back and forth.
“Hold up, yeh slag,” Gene growled. He held Sam’s hips still, which held him still within Annie, and kept himself to the root inside Sam. They stayed like that for a few seconds, and Sam shivered from just being in the middle of the two people he loved dearly. Gene was slowly kissing his neck as Annie gripped around his cock tightly with her muscles. He started to pant.
“C’mon, I need to move!” he whined.
“Shut it, yeh tart,” Gene said into Sam’s ear, and then he casually landed a swat onto his arse cheek. “Let me enjoy the moment.”
Annie, by now, was beginning to whine as well. “Please, Guv, I want to move too.”
“Yer all a bunch of impatient slags,” said Gene, but it was with affection. He sat back on his hunches before shallowly thrusting. It immediately got Sam to move, his hips out of sync with Gene’s, and Annie pushed back, gasping at the feel of Sam’s hard cock buried so deeply inside her. She wouldn’t voice it, but she had missed the feeling.
“Oh, fuck!” Sam moaned, arousal building within him slowly, both from the feel of being inside Annie, Gene inside him, and the feel of their warm bodies surrounding him. He felt he was already in Heaven, and maybe for him this was his Heaven.
The pressure of Gene’s fingertips digging into his skin aroused Sam into greater heights, and he found he couldn’t move hard enough, or taste enough of Annie’s skin, or hear enough of Gene’s grunts.
At the feel of Gene’s teeth in his neck, Sam was on overload. He came a few spurts inside Annie, and then from the erratic thrusting, his cock had slipped out and the rest of his come went all over Annie’s arse and on his own stomach. Annie gasped from it, and Gene sighed in some annoyance, but he continued to pound into Sam, spreading his cheeks wide. Sam laid his face on Annie’s back, moaning like a horny slut, more so than Annie had been. Then Gene grabbed the back of Sam’s hair and pulled as he emptied himself inside him. Sam shuddered, loving the feel of Gene’s come filling him. All three of them slowly fell onto the bed, Sam staying in the middle. Annie turned and laid her head onto Sam’s shoulder, and Gene wrapped an arm around Sam’s middle.
They stayed like that for a few minutes, catching their breathes. Sam felt so warm lying between them, and so comfortable, that he didn’t wish to move ever again.
Two hours later, after the three of them had slept, they were at it again; it was merely by Sam’s presence. And Sam wasn’t the only one in the middle that night.
TBC