Ficathon Fic: The Taste Of Sorbet, Sam/Chris, NC-17
(sorry this is a little late)
Title: The Flavour Of Sorbet
Pairing: Sam/Chris
Rating: Brown Cortina for sex
Word Count: Around 1000
Disclaimer: Sam and Chris belong to the BBC and the Life On Mars PTB, not me.
Notes: Written for the lifein1973 ficathon for m31andy with the elements of Sam/Chris, sorbet and 'a deathly hush"
Summary: Entirely PWP. Sam finds out some things about Chris he hadn't suspected - but he might have hoped for them.
Chris's mouth tasted of the sorbet he'd eaten earlier. Sam moaned, his tongue chasing the flavour and finding more than he expected to.
Only half an hour earlier, he and Chris had been sitting at a post-shift dinner. It hadn't been a date, after all, Sam might be 'that way', as many put it in this time, but he had no idea if Chris was, and he wasn't about to invite a punch to the face by asking. So he'd paid the bill and offered Chris a lift home. Chris had invited him in for a drink, and as soon as the door had closed, Chris had pushed him up against it, and Sam was finding out just how much of that sorbet flavour remained in Chris's mouth.
The moans between them increased, and Sam was just too shocked to do very much beyond respond, though he was good at that, and after a long and pleasurable time, Chris pulled back. "So, Boss, we going to make it to the bed, or am I just gonna toss you off here?"
Sam considered it. "How close might the bed be?" he asked.
"Down the hall, not that far," Chris said. "Couch'd be closer, if that'd suit you."
Sam considered. "Think I can make it to the bed," even though he felt in danger of coming in his pants.
"If you're sure, Boss," Chris said, smirking slightly.
Sam was amused, Chris was not the type one could ever say 'a deathly hush' about, he wasn't that serious a type, not like Sam thought Gene would be. Not that he'd thought of Gene in this way. Much. He knew the type and how straight he was too well. And Chris was here. And likely pliant and gorgeous as well. Well, once he got Chris into bed. Sam realised he was thinking more about getting Chris in bed than taking him there, and that was enough to galvanise him into moving down the hall, only to find that Chris had got there first, and was technically starting without him.
"What kept you?" Chris asked.
"I have no idea," Sam said, and he watched Chris, laid across his bed, naked, stroking a very impressive cock. One Sam wanted to get his hands and his lips on very soon. And he fitted words to actions, stripping quickly and joining Chris on the bed, his hand twining with the hand that was circled around Chris's cock.
"Not too long, Boss, have other plans for this," Chris murmured, pulling Sam down to him with the other hand for a long, tender kiss. Sam sighed into Chris's mouth. He felt so good. It had been a long time. Sam was wondering what Chris's other plans were, when he felt Chris's other hand move between them and grasp his cock.
"Oh... oh yes," Sam moaned. "God, Chris..." He tightened his grip on Chris's cock and knew they'd have to separate soon if Chris had other plans. He could actually do this quite happily, he was enjoying the feel of Chris jerking his cock.
But Chris was made of at least slightly sterner stuff, and managed to separate them. "Boss, I said other plans," he remonstrated gently as Sam moaned when he removed his hand. "Now, on your hands and knees."
It wasn't the most romantic proposition Sam had ever received, but he found himself doing as he was asked, resting his elbows on a pillow. He felt Chris part his arse cheeks and then... not the slick fingers he'd expected, but a slick - and fucking talented! - tongue slid over his hole and pushed in as Sam cried out, because as long as it'd been for him with a man, it'd been even longer since he'd had this done and fuck... he hadn't known he missed it until he had it again. "Chris! Fuck, Chris!"
It was pure exquisite torture and Sam didn't know how he kept from coming, but he knew without being told that this wasn't the 'other plans', not yet. His arse throbbed and his cock hung between his legs, thick, heavy, and dripping pre-come.
"You are fucking gorgeous, Boss," Chris whispered.
"Call me Sam," he managed, wishing he'd managed it before they were naked. But he'd had other things on his mind. Or that's what he'd say if he were ever called on it.
"Sam," Chris murmured, the syllable sounding more erotic from Chris's lips than it ever had to Sam before.
"I want you to fuck me so hard I'm feeling it tomorrow," Sam said. "Please, Chris. I'm not opposed to begging."
"No need to beg," and Sam gasped as a cold, slick finger entered him. He really could have warmed the lube, went through his mind until that finger touched his prostate and Sam wasn't thinking about too much else by then, except now, fast and hard. He groaned out those words and spread his legs more at Chris's urging and then he could feel that thick, gorgeous cock entering him. Too slowly.
"More," he begged. "More of your cock, please, Chris!" It was still maddeningly slow, but Sam felt that Chris was increasing the push into him and it felt good. So good. "Chris... god, fuck, yes..." He sighed. Chris was all the way in and Sam could feel the softness of Chris's balls resting against his ass.
Then Chris started thrusting, hard. Hitting Sam's prostate with every thrust, wrapping his slick and now warm fingers around Sam's cock, jerking him. Sam knew he wasn't going to last, and it was almost too few thrusts before Sam felt his cock spurt and he came so hard he wasn't sure if he blacked out or not, but if he didn't he came as close as he ever had.
A few moments later, he felt Chris fill him, something else he'd never felt, and Chris's arms wrapped around him as Chris recovered.
He would deny it forever, but they cuddled as they pulled the blankets over them, and Chris smiled. "You'll remember this, Sam?"
"Always, Chris. And I hope we get to do it again."
"Just call me," Chris answered, smiling. "And let me know."
"I will," Sam promised. "I will."
Title: The Flavour Of Sorbet
Pairing: Sam/Chris
Rating: Brown Cortina for sex
Word Count: Around 1000
Disclaimer: Sam and Chris belong to the BBC and the Life On Mars PTB, not me.
Notes: Written for the lifein1973 ficathon for m31andy with the elements of Sam/Chris, sorbet and 'a deathly hush"
Summary: Entirely PWP. Sam finds out some things about Chris he hadn't suspected - but he might have hoped for them.
Chris's mouth tasted of the sorbet he'd eaten earlier. Sam moaned, his tongue chasing the flavour and finding more than he expected to.
Only half an hour earlier, he and Chris had been sitting at a post-shift dinner. It hadn't been a date, after all, Sam might be 'that way', as many put it in this time, but he had no idea if Chris was, and he wasn't about to invite a punch to the face by asking. So he'd paid the bill and offered Chris a lift home. Chris had invited him in for a drink, and as soon as the door had closed, Chris had pushed him up against it, and Sam was finding out just how much of that sorbet flavour remained in Chris's mouth.
The moans between them increased, and Sam was just too shocked to do very much beyond respond, though he was good at that, and after a long and pleasurable time, Chris pulled back. "So, Boss, we going to make it to the bed, or am I just gonna toss you off here?"
Sam considered it. "How close might the bed be?" he asked.
"Down the hall, not that far," Chris said. "Couch'd be closer, if that'd suit you."
Sam considered. "Think I can make it to the bed," even though he felt in danger of coming in his pants.
"If you're sure, Boss," Chris said, smirking slightly.
Sam was amused, Chris was not the type one could ever say 'a deathly hush' about, he wasn't that serious a type, not like Sam thought Gene would be. Not that he'd thought of Gene in this way. Much. He knew the type and how straight he was too well. And Chris was here. And likely pliant and gorgeous as well. Well, once he got Chris into bed. Sam realised he was thinking more about getting Chris in bed than taking him there, and that was enough to galvanise him into moving down the hall, only to find that Chris had got there first, and was technically starting without him.
"What kept you?" Chris asked.
"I have no idea," Sam said, and he watched Chris, laid across his bed, naked, stroking a very impressive cock. One Sam wanted to get his hands and his lips on very soon. And he fitted words to actions, stripping quickly and joining Chris on the bed, his hand twining with the hand that was circled around Chris's cock.
"Not too long, Boss, have other plans for this," Chris murmured, pulling Sam down to him with the other hand for a long, tender kiss. Sam sighed into Chris's mouth. He felt so good. It had been a long time. Sam was wondering what Chris's other plans were, when he felt Chris's other hand move between them and grasp his cock.
"Oh... oh yes," Sam moaned. "God, Chris..." He tightened his grip on Chris's cock and knew they'd have to separate soon if Chris had other plans. He could actually do this quite happily, he was enjoying the feel of Chris jerking his cock.
But Chris was made of at least slightly sterner stuff, and managed to separate them. "Boss, I said other plans," he remonstrated gently as Sam moaned when he removed his hand. "Now, on your hands and knees."
It wasn't the most romantic proposition Sam had ever received, but he found himself doing as he was asked, resting his elbows on a pillow. He felt Chris part his arse cheeks and then... not the slick fingers he'd expected, but a slick - and fucking talented! - tongue slid over his hole and pushed in as Sam cried out, because as long as it'd been for him with a man, it'd been even longer since he'd had this done and fuck... he hadn't known he missed it until he had it again. "Chris! Fuck, Chris!"
It was pure exquisite torture and Sam didn't know how he kept from coming, but he knew without being told that this wasn't the 'other plans', not yet. His arse throbbed and his cock hung between his legs, thick, heavy, and dripping pre-come.
"You are fucking gorgeous, Boss," Chris whispered.
"Call me Sam," he managed, wishing he'd managed it before they were naked. But he'd had other things on his mind. Or that's what he'd say if he were ever called on it.
"Sam," Chris murmured, the syllable sounding more erotic from Chris's lips than it ever had to Sam before.
"I want you to fuck me so hard I'm feeling it tomorrow," Sam said. "Please, Chris. I'm not opposed to begging."
"No need to beg," and Sam gasped as a cold, slick finger entered him. He really could have warmed the lube, went through his mind until that finger touched his prostate and Sam wasn't thinking about too much else by then, except now, fast and hard. He groaned out those words and spread his legs more at Chris's urging and then he could feel that thick, gorgeous cock entering him. Too slowly.
"More," he begged. "More of your cock, please, Chris!" It was still maddeningly slow, but Sam felt that Chris was increasing the push into him and it felt good. So good. "Chris... god, fuck, yes..." He sighed. Chris was all the way in and Sam could feel the softness of Chris's balls resting against his ass.
Then Chris started thrusting, hard. Hitting Sam's prostate with every thrust, wrapping his slick and now warm fingers around Sam's cock, jerking him. Sam knew he wasn't going to last, and it was almost too few thrusts before Sam felt his cock spurt and he came so hard he wasn't sure if he blacked out or not, but if he didn't he came as close as he ever had.
A few moments later, he felt Chris fill him, something else he'd never felt, and Chris's arms wrapped around him as Chris recovered.
He would deny it forever, but they cuddled as they pulled the blankets over them, and Chris smiled. "You'll remember this, Sam?"
"Always, Chris. And I hope we get to do it again."
"Just call me," Chris answered, smiling. "And let me know."
"I will," Sam promised. "I will."