[Fic] Timelines Episode One: Stone Age
Timelines
Episode One: Stone Age
Author: lunadeath02
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Ee-Guh-een/Som (Gene/Sam), with mention of "Sam"/Annie and "Gene"/Jackie
Warnings: AU, Nudity and sex
Summary: Som, the Homo sapien caveman, meets Neanderthal E-Geen (the not as smart caveman) for the first time.
Words: 2608
Notes: This idea struck me while I was reading some of my Humanities College textbook: Gene and Sam knowing each other from different time periods throughout history. Why was Sam thrust back to 1973? Because, I says to myself, Gene Hunt was there, and they have a destiny bond. Simple as that, no? ;)
Some additional notes for knowledge: As many know (I hope), the "caveman" we evolved from was the Homo sapien. This was the smarter Neanderthal that gradually learned spoken language along with nonverbal communications, and were later able to devise the technology of stone and bone tools and weapons that increased their comfort, safety, and almost certain their confidence.
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me
~**~
He enjoyed short hair.
Not many that lived around this area bothered with it, even though some have finally realized that water helped wash away a lot of the dirt from hair and flesh. And he also tried to keep a handle on his facial hair, because he discovered it was less of an annoyance when extremely short. Oh, he had stubble, especially round the mouth, but that was because the tools he had were not the best he'd constructed.
One of the things he hated was getting food and berry juice in his beard; made him feel disgusting. He barely had much body hair on him to begin with, so it wasn't like it really mattered. Although, during the times when it got really cold the best thing to do was grow out all his hair.
He was at his favorite watering hole, which was by his favorite climbing tree. He gazed at the beautiful scenery for a while before stripping off his fur. He placed it next to his tree, along with his stone knife and makeshift fishing line. He stretched his arms over his head, enjoying the noonday sun as it licked his bare skin, and then leaped into the water. The coolness of it made him hiss in some pain, but he soon became used to it and began scrubbing his body.
Then, once that was done to the best of his abilities, he submerged himself the rest of the way. He stayed underwater for as long as he could, scrubbing away at his hair and face, but soon his chest began aching and he knew instinctively if he didn't pop back up for some air he would die.
He resurfaced, gasping loudly and he was finally able to take a breath but once he shook the water from his eyes he noticed a large figure a few feet away, just standing there. As he got his eyes in better focus, he saw that the stranger was staring straight at him, and it was indeed another male. He wondered for a second how long the stranger had been standing there watching him, and that thought actually made his face feel warm and his pounding, internal organ to beat faster.
Instinct kicked in: there was the initial fight or flee feeling, because this other man could be a danger to him. He might be here to kill him, although he had no idea why; he hadn't stolen anything from this other man, he hadn't threatened him or tried to urinate on any of his territory, so why was this stranger staring at him like that?
He decided that maybe fighting or fleeing wouldn't work out real well; perhaps this other male just wanted to make himself known to him. Maybe if he was friendly to this other man than they could stop being strangers to each other and maybe become companions.
He had another male companion a few years ago, but the poor man had a fatal accident and died. He didn't think the death of his fellow hunter and comrade would make him feel so miserable that his eyes was hurt and leak, but it had. He continued to have those horrible feelings for some time, even after he gave his friend the best burial he could. He painted great symbols, chanted, and danced his heart out, and he prayed that his friend had gone somewhere peaceful and nice.
Before he could fully decide what to do about the strange man, the man made up his mind for him and lumbered over to his little oasis. He swam to the edge of the water, about to get out or try giving a known greeting, but then the other male had went straight for his fur-skinned clothing, picked it up, and examined it as though deciding whether to steal it or not. That wasn't a very nice thing, he thought, and in that instance he knew he had to fight this other man just because he was taking something that clearly didn't belong to him. Besides, there was no way this other man would fit into his fur; the man was way too large. Not fat exactly, just lots of muscle and height.
So, he leaped out of the water and voiced the first thing that came to mind:
"Oi!"
The stranger turned and looked at him as if he were surprised he would actually try to stop him. Hoping to make himself better understood, he grabbed his fur and tried wrenching it out of the other male's hands. But this other man kept a firm grip on it, his eyes growing hard. As he tried to explain as best he could, in the simplest language he was sure anyone from the area knew, the stranger's look changed from domineering to something completely different. Those rare, green eyes traveled up and down his smaller body, and once realizing it, he felt his face heat up again.
As if finally noticing the fur wouldn't fit his bulky body anyway, the stranger let go of it but continued to stand there and stare. Hoping this was a good sign, he gently smiled at the other man in hopes they could be friends now and not enemies. So after getting the other man's attention, he pointed at himself and carefully drawled:
"Som."
His mother had named him such, as it meant 'gentle ray of sunlight'. His father - and their protector - had died when he was very young. He suspected it had been because of a hunting trip gone wrong.
The stranger nodded his head once in acknowledging that this slighter man had just given him his name, so he returned in kind; beating on his chest twice before announcing loudly: "E-Geen!" pronouncing it with a hard 'G'.
"Ee-Guh-een," Som repeated slowly, getting the feel of it on his tongue.
"Som," E-Geen said, and then smirked as though amused by how Som's name sounded compared to his own. He then chuckled softly, which turned into a full-blown laugh. "Som!"
Som narrowed his eyes, rightly irritated. If this E-Geen was going to mock him then he won't hold back the urge to hit him after all. Yet, E-Geen stopped laughing just as sudden as he started, and then stepped closer to him, slowly placing a finger onto Som's chest and dragging it down his damp torso. That needy look was back in the other man's eyes. Som gulped, feeling the beating in his chest quicken again at just the simplest of touch. This other man was more alluring than at first glance. He admitted he wasn't the most dominating male in the known area; he lacked the strength many other males had, but he made it up with his quick feet, good reflexes, and the ability to think things through tough situations. Most muscle-bound men didn't do a lot of thinking, just acted. This other man - this E-Geen - was one of those males. But the motion with his hand wasn't one of barbaric and thoughtless actions, but of a gentler nature.
E-Geen (or just Geen, as Som decided to think of him as) slid his hand down his body and stopped right before he could get past the dark curls of hair that separated his gut from his private area. That sexual organ, which indicated he was indeed male, twitched in interest as what this other male was doing. Som knew that his growing appendage was meant to be used on a female, which he learned about from his mother and other family members while growing up, and that it magically produced other human beings - other Homo sapiens. Still, he could not deny the natural urge that was filling him up.
Geen was also affected, he noticed, and when he looked back into his face he saw the mirror image of his urging need. Forgetting the fur completely, Som moved closer, hoping he wasn't mistaken in his analysis, and lightly placed a hand over Geen's beating chest. Geen gazed at him a moment before taking his hand into Som's and began dragging him along behind. He knew what this indicated: it meant Geen wanted to become much more than just comrades in a hunting party. He found he didn't mind at all.
The roomy, warm cave that Geen brought them into had gone unnoticed by Som somehow, even though he'd been in the area for quite some time. Perhaps Geen knew of him already and had been making up his mind about him before making himself known. Whenever a stranger entered one's territory, sometimes by accident, it wasn't something to be taken lightly. Perhaps when Geen saw him the first time he'd been struck by strange emotions he hadn't felt before instead of the usual 'fighting' or 'defending' feelings.
One of the things Som noticed once entering Geen's cave wasn't just the hunting ritual paintings on the walls, but of the two females in the far corner lying naked on a large fur-skinned rug. One had long, blonde hair and the other had dark brown. They were both staring at them with confusion on their faces, but didn't move or speak. Possibly more in fear than anything.
On the other side of the cave there was another fur-skinned rug, but a bit smaller than the other the women were lying on, most likely Geen's personal area. Just that thought alone brought a happy feeling within Som and he couldn't stop smiling. Geen tugged him down and together they knelt, facing each other, and then Geen put his hands on Som's hips, dragged him forward, and they embraced. Their groins touched, eliciting a soft moan from his lips, and Geen took Som's buttocks into his hands, squeezed firmly, and pushed him closer, bumping and grinding. They became erect, sliding and pushing against the other, and then Geen pushed him backwards to lie down, and he settled in between Som's legs. Som widened his knees, giving Geen room, offering himself so submissively to him. Geen growled hotly, savagely, from this slight man's easy surrender, and licked a broad swipe from Som's belly to his chest, a nipple, and up and up to his neck. He suckled gently, tasting clean and salty, warm skin. Their bodies moved as if on their own, rubbing and sliding, panting and grunting.
Then Geen wrapped a hand around Som's erect and aching member, and he lost all control; thrusting madly into the dominant male's fist, he shuddered, groaned in ecstasy, and released his seed. Upon seeing this sensual sight, Geen instinctively brought his mouth from Som's neck to his lips.
The unexpected, and rarely ever done, kiss was such a shock to Som he pulled back and stared at the other male in confusion. Not feeling up to trying to explain, Geen pulled them back into a kneeling position again, then with one hand behind Som's neck and the other gripping his erect member, he made Som go on hands and knees and brought Som's mouth to the tip of his erection to indicate what he wanted. Such things were rarely thought of, and Som wanted to refuse at first, but the heady smell of the other male's genitalia assaulted his senses and he could not ignore his own curious need. Carefully, as he usually did when trying new food, he took a small lick of the wet tip. The taste, not to mention the reaction from the other man, was all it took and he was sliding the throbbing flesh into his mouth.
Geen grunted and made odd noises, grumbling unknown words from the feel. But when Som accidentally scraped with his teeth, Geen roared and yanked him off. Terrified the stronger male would beat him Som curled onto his side and shielded his face. Geen stood over him as if deciding if it was worth his time to beat sense into this little male, but the picture Som made was more tempting than any kind of brutal fight, and his erection had agreed, so he lain beside the slight male and wrapped an arm around him. Confused, Som slowly put his arms down and stared over his shoulder at Geen. Geen pecked Som's jaw as he made Som relax his legs, pushing them so they lie straight, and before Som could do anything, Geen slipped his erect member between Som's nice thighs, the insides of them sensually hairless.
Som sighed, partially from sensation but mostly from relief that Geen wasn't going to beat him to a pulp. He was pulled against the other male's larger body, arms tightly round his middle, as Geen thrust his hard member between Som's thighs. The thought, although slightly horrid yet arousing - of Geen putting his erection into his hole was possibly lost on the other man, but Som didn't feel able enough to try explaining about it as Geen continued to thrust his hips. Som tilted his head back, nudging and pushing it against Geen as if he were a big cat. Geen then buried his face into Som's neck as he shuddered, growling possessively, and coming thick and hot between those lovely, fleshy thighs.
He never thought something like this would produce such a wonderful feeling within him. He wanted to snuggle back into Geen forever, but Geen had other plans, standing from his spot and slowly lumbering out of the cave. Confused, and suddenly lonely, Som stood and went after him. Geen had walked back to Som's watering hole and then dived in. Amused, and feeling Geen had the right idea, Som jumped in after him. It did feel nice to clean off their sticky seed.
Resurfacing and shaking the water from their eyes, they looked at each other. Som smiled, feeling a little playful and hoping his new, loving companion was too, so he splashed a bit of water into Geen's face.
Geen sneered at him, apparently not happy that Som did that, but Som tried to show he was only teasing as he smiled and splashed around in demonstration.
"Iraahh!" Geen snarled, and then dunked Som's head underwater. Som came back up for air, sputtering and coughing. He gave Geen a wounded and apologetic look, hoping this didn't mean they weren't friends anymore. Geen stared, glowering, but then his features softened and he slowly started to laugh. Som pouted, wondering if he was laughing at his expense, but then Geen swam closer and wrapped his arms around him. A smile tugging at his lips, Som pressed his body against Geen's as tightly as he dared, and rested his chin on Geen's shoulder.
Some time had passed, unknown to them as they enjoyed each other's closeness, and then Geen broke off to Som's disappointment and lead them out of the water. Before going back to the cave, Som picked up his fur, stone knife, and fishing line he'd left by the tree. He didn't put his fur back on, opting instead to let the sun and wind dry him off.
When they finally reached the cave, inside they were greeted by the two women who were still lying on the large fur-skinned rug in the far corner. The look they had in their eyes were unmistakable, as was the smell wafting from them. They were obviously in heat after having seen the two men get intimate with each other. Their cheeks were flushed, eyes glossy, and chests heaving as they panted.
Som and Geen looked at each other, their sexual appetites renewing, and then they pounced. Som took the dark-haired woman as Geen took the blonde, and together they mated with them.
End!
Episode One: Stone Age
Author: lunadeath02
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Ee-Guh-een/Som (Gene/Sam), with mention of "Sam"/Annie and "Gene"/Jackie
Warnings: AU, Nudity and sex
Summary: Som, the Homo sapien caveman, meets Neanderthal E-Geen (the not as smart caveman) for the first time.
Words: 2608
Notes: This idea struck me while I was reading some of my Humanities College textbook: Gene and Sam knowing each other from different time periods throughout history. Why was Sam thrust back to 1973? Because, I says to myself, Gene Hunt was there, and they have a destiny bond. Simple as that, no? ;)
Some additional notes for knowledge: As many know (I hope), the "caveman" we evolved from was the Homo sapien. This was the smarter Neanderthal that gradually learned spoken language along with nonverbal communications, and were later able to devise the technology of stone and bone tools and weapons that increased their comfort, safety, and almost certain their confidence.
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me
~**~
He enjoyed short hair.
Not many that lived around this area bothered with it, even though some have finally realized that water helped wash away a lot of the dirt from hair and flesh. And he also tried to keep a handle on his facial hair, because he discovered it was less of an annoyance when extremely short. Oh, he had stubble, especially round the mouth, but that was because the tools he had were not the best he'd constructed.
One of the things he hated was getting food and berry juice in his beard; made him feel disgusting. He barely had much body hair on him to begin with, so it wasn't like it really mattered. Although, during the times when it got really cold the best thing to do was grow out all his hair.
He was at his favorite watering hole, which was by his favorite climbing tree. He gazed at the beautiful scenery for a while before stripping off his fur. He placed it next to his tree, along with his stone knife and makeshift fishing line. He stretched his arms over his head, enjoying the noonday sun as it licked his bare skin, and then leaped into the water. The coolness of it made him hiss in some pain, but he soon became used to it and began scrubbing his body.
Then, once that was done to the best of his abilities, he submerged himself the rest of the way. He stayed underwater for as long as he could, scrubbing away at his hair and face, but soon his chest began aching and he knew instinctively if he didn't pop back up for some air he would die.
He resurfaced, gasping loudly and he was finally able to take a breath but once he shook the water from his eyes he noticed a large figure a few feet away, just standing there. As he got his eyes in better focus, he saw that the stranger was staring straight at him, and it was indeed another male. He wondered for a second how long the stranger had been standing there watching him, and that thought actually made his face feel warm and his pounding, internal organ to beat faster.
Instinct kicked in: there was the initial fight or flee feeling, because this other man could be a danger to him. He might be here to kill him, although he had no idea why; he hadn't stolen anything from this other man, he hadn't threatened him or tried to urinate on any of his territory, so why was this stranger staring at him like that?
He decided that maybe fighting or fleeing wouldn't work out real well; perhaps this other male just wanted to make himself known to him. Maybe if he was friendly to this other man than they could stop being strangers to each other and maybe become companions.
He had another male companion a few years ago, but the poor man had a fatal accident and died. He didn't think the death of his fellow hunter and comrade would make him feel so miserable that his eyes was hurt and leak, but it had. He continued to have those horrible feelings for some time, even after he gave his friend the best burial he could. He painted great symbols, chanted, and danced his heart out, and he prayed that his friend had gone somewhere peaceful and nice.
Before he could fully decide what to do about the strange man, the man made up his mind for him and lumbered over to his little oasis. He swam to the edge of the water, about to get out or try giving a known greeting, but then the other male had went straight for his fur-skinned clothing, picked it up, and examined it as though deciding whether to steal it or not. That wasn't a very nice thing, he thought, and in that instance he knew he had to fight this other man just because he was taking something that clearly didn't belong to him. Besides, there was no way this other man would fit into his fur; the man was way too large. Not fat exactly, just lots of muscle and height.
So, he leaped out of the water and voiced the first thing that came to mind:
"Oi!"
The stranger turned and looked at him as if he were surprised he would actually try to stop him. Hoping to make himself better understood, he grabbed his fur and tried wrenching it out of the other male's hands. But this other man kept a firm grip on it, his eyes growing hard. As he tried to explain as best he could, in the simplest language he was sure anyone from the area knew, the stranger's look changed from domineering to something completely different. Those rare, green eyes traveled up and down his smaller body, and once realizing it, he felt his face heat up again.
As if finally noticing the fur wouldn't fit his bulky body anyway, the stranger let go of it but continued to stand there and stare. Hoping this was a good sign, he gently smiled at the other man in hopes they could be friends now and not enemies. So after getting the other man's attention, he pointed at himself and carefully drawled:
"Som."
His mother had named him such, as it meant 'gentle ray of sunlight'. His father - and their protector - had died when he was very young. He suspected it had been because of a hunting trip gone wrong.
The stranger nodded his head once in acknowledging that this slighter man had just given him his name, so he returned in kind; beating on his chest twice before announcing loudly: "E-Geen!" pronouncing it with a hard 'G'.
"Ee-Guh-een," Som repeated slowly, getting the feel of it on his tongue.
"Som," E-Geen said, and then smirked as though amused by how Som's name sounded compared to his own. He then chuckled softly, which turned into a full-blown laugh. "Som!"
Som narrowed his eyes, rightly irritated. If this E-Geen was going to mock him then he won't hold back the urge to hit him after all. Yet, E-Geen stopped laughing just as sudden as he started, and then stepped closer to him, slowly placing a finger onto Som's chest and dragging it down his damp torso. That needy look was back in the other man's eyes. Som gulped, feeling the beating in his chest quicken again at just the simplest of touch. This other man was more alluring than at first glance. He admitted he wasn't the most dominating male in the known area; he lacked the strength many other males had, but he made it up with his quick feet, good reflexes, and the ability to think things through tough situations. Most muscle-bound men didn't do a lot of thinking, just acted. This other man - this E-Geen - was one of those males. But the motion with his hand wasn't one of barbaric and thoughtless actions, but of a gentler nature.
E-Geen (or just Geen, as Som decided to think of him as) slid his hand down his body and stopped right before he could get past the dark curls of hair that separated his gut from his private area. That sexual organ, which indicated he was indeed male, twitched in interest as what this other male was doing. Som knew that his growing appendage was meant to be used on a female, which he learned about from his mother and other family members while growing up, and that it magically produced other human beings - other Homo sapiens. Still, he could not deny the natural urge that was filling him up.
Geen was also affected, he noticed, and when he looked back into his face he saw the mirror image of his urging need. Forgetting the fur completely, Som moved closer, hoping he wasn't mistaken in his analysis, and lightly placed a hand over Geen's beating chest. Geen gazed at him a moment before taking his hand into Som's and began dragging him along behind. He knew what this indicated: it meant Geen wanted to become much more than just comrades in a hunting party. He found he didn't mind at all.
The roomy, warm cave that Geen brought them into had gone unnoticed by Som somehow, even though he'd been in the area for quite some time. Perhaps Geen knew of him already and had been making up his mind about him before making himself known. Whenever a stranger entered one's territory, sometimes by accident, it wasn't something to be taken lightly. Perhaps when Geen saw him the first time he'd been struck by strange emotions he hadn't felt before instead of the usual 'fighting' or 'defending' feelings.
One of the things Som noticed once entering Geen's cave wasn't just the hunting ritual paintings on the walls, but of the two females in the far corner lying naked on a large fur-skinned rug. One had long, blonde hair and the other had dark brown. They were both staring at them with confusion on their faces, but didn't move or speak. Possibly more in fear than anything.
On the other side of the cave there was another fur-skinned rug, but a bit smaller than the other the women were lying on, most likely Geen's personal area. Just that thought alone brought a happy feeling within Som and he couldn't stop smiling. Geen tugged him down and together they knelt, facing each other, and then Geen put his hands on Som's hips, dragged him forward, and they embraced. Their groins touched, eliciting a soft moan from his lips, and Geen took Som's buttocks into his hands, squeezed firmly, and pushed him closer, bumping and grinding. They became erect, sliding and pushing against the other, and then Geen pushed him backwards to lie down, and he settled in between Som's legs. Som widened his knees, giving Geen room, offering himself so submissively to him. Geen growled hotly, savagely, from this slight man's easy surrender, and licked a broad swipe from Som's belly to his chest, a nipple, and up and up to his neck. He suckled gently, tasting clean and salty, warm skin. Their bodies moved as if on their own, rubbing and sliding, panting and grunting.
Then Geen wrapped a hand around Som's erect and aching member, and he lost all control; thrusting madly into the dominant male's fist, he shuddered, groaned in ecstasy, and released his seed. Upon seeing this sensual sight, Geen instinctively brought his mouth from Som's neck to his lips.
The unexpected, and rarely ever done, kiss was such a shock to Som he pulled back and stared at the other male in confusion. Not feeling up to trying to explain, Geen pulled them back into a kneeling position again, then with one hand behind Som's neck and the other gripping his erect member, he made Som go on hands and knees and brought Som's mouth to the tip of his erection to indicate what he wanted. Such things were rarely thought of, and Som wanted to refuse at first, but the heady smell of the other male's genitalia assaulted his senses and he could not ignore his own curious need. Carefully, as he usually did when trying new food, he took a small lick of the wet tip. The taste, not to mention the reaction from the other man, was all it took and he was sliding the throbbing flesh into his mouth.
Geen grunted and made odd noises, grumbling unknown words from the feel. But when Som accidentally scraped with his teeth, Geen roared and yanked him off. Terrified the stronger male would beat him Som curled onto his side and shielded his face. Geen stood over him as if deciding if it was worth his time to beat sense into this little male, but the picture Som made was more tempting than any kind of brutal fight, and his erection had agreed, so he lain beside the slight male and wrapped an arm around him. Confused, Som slowly put his arms down and stared over his shoulder at Geen. Geen pecked Som's jaw as he made Som relax his legs, pushing them so they lie straight, and before Som could do anything, Geen slipped his erect member between Som's nice thighs, the insides of them sensually hairless.
Som sighed, partially from sensation but mostly from relief that Geen wasn't going to beat him to a pulp. He was pulled against the other male's larger body, arms tightly round his middle, as Geen thrust his hard member between Som's thighs. The thought, although slightly horrid yet arousing - of Geen putting his erection into his hole was possibly lost on the other man, but Som didn't feel able enough to try explaining about it as Geen continued to thrust his hips. Som tilted his head back, nudging and pushing it against Geen as if he were a big cat. Geen then buried his face into Som's neck as he shuddered, growling possessively, and coming thick and hot between those lovely, fleshy thighs.
He never thought something like this would produce such a wonderful feeling within him. He wanted to snuggle back into Geen forever, but Geen had other plans, standing from his spot and slowly lumbering out of the cave. Confused, and suddenly lonely, Som stood and went after him. Geen had walked back to Som's watering hole and then dived in. Amused, and feeling Geen had the right idea, Som jumped in after him. It did feel nice to clean off their sticky seed.
Resurfacing and shaking the water from their eyes, they looked at each other. Som smiled, feeling a little playful and hoping his new, loving companion was too, so he splashed a bit of water into Geen's face.
Geen sneered at him, apparently not happy that Som did that, but Som tried to show he was only teasing as he smiled and splashed around in demonstration.
"Iraahh!" Geen snarled, and then dunked Som's head underwater. Som came back up for air, sputtering and coughing. He gave Geen a wounded and apologetic look, hoping this didn't mean they weren't friends anymore. Geen stared, glowering, but then his features softened and he slowly started to laugh. Som pouted, wondering if he was laughing at his expense, but then Geen swam closer and wrapped his arms around him. A smile tugging at his lips, Som pressed his body against Geen's as tightly as he dared, and rested his chin on Geen's shoulder.
Some time had passed, unknown to them as they enjoyed each other's closeness, and then Geen broke off to Som's disappointment and lead them out of the water. Before going back to the cave, Som picked up his fur, stone knife, and fishing line he'd left by the tree. He didn't put his fur back on, opting instead to let the sun and wind dry him off.
When they finally reached the cave, inside they were greeted by the two women who were still lying on the large fur-skinned rug in the far corner. The look they had in their eyes were unmistakable, as was the smell wafting from them. They were obviously in heat after having seen the two men get intimate with each other. Their cheeks were flushed, eyes glossy, and chests heaving as they panted.
Som and Geen looked at each other, their sexual appetites renewing, and then they pounced. Som took the dark-haired woman as Geen took the blonde, and together they mated with them.
End!