Fic: Things to do when you're bored, Brown Cortina, Sam/Gene, by ayumicrea

Apr 07, 2010 04:58

Title: Things To Do When You're Bored
Summary: Gene and Sam are bored. Something about Twister and porn. Need to know anything else?
Pairing: Sam/Gene
Rating: Brown Cortina
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Umm... sex but I think that's probably more of an encouragement than an actual warning.
Word Count: 1173
Disclaimer: If I owned Life on Mars this would have really happened.
A/N: talkingtothesky and I were in the chatroom (because we apparently have no life) and for one reason or another I thought the following prompt would be a good idea: Sam/Gene, naked twister, booze and porn. We also thought it would be fun to do two different takes on the same prompt so enjoy our embarrassment.

Sam sat on the floor in front of the TV, flipping through the three whole channels available. He was so bored he almost wished for the Test Card Girl to keep him company (okay, maybe not that bored) “So much for channel hopping to kill the time. God I miss Sky Plus.” He sighed to himself. ”If I have to be this bored and lonely there’s no way in hell I’m going to be sober.”

As if by magic the door of his flat flung open and there stood Gene, holding a cardboard box. Sam let out an exaggerated sigh to make his annoyance at his door being kicked in (yet again) rather obvious. “Gene! You have a key. That’s why I gave you a bloody key.”

“Well, I couldn’t bloody well use it when I’ve got me ‘ands full, can I Clever Clogs?” Sam stood up and walked over to Gene. “I suppose not. What’s in the box?” he asked. “Well, since the Missus is gone to her mother’s and left me by myself, I’m making it your job to keep me company. I‘ve brought a bunch of board games she usually keeps for guests and a bottle of single malt. So, entertain me Sammy-boy” Giving a wicked grin, Sam leaned in close to Gene’s mouth and kissed him. “What did you have in mind, exactly?”

“If I had known you were going to come over all Dorothy, I’d have brought one of her dresses instead.” Sam gave him a look that managed to say both:
a) If you mention the wife one more time, I’m cutting your balls off.
b) Call me a girl again and you’re going to spend the rest of the night getting acquainted with Mrs. Palm and her five lovely daughters.”

Gene seemed to get the hint because he quickly shut up, leaving Sam to rummage through the box while he went to pour them both a drink. “Bloody hell, you’ve got Twister!” “Give over, me John Thomas ain’t got crotch rot.” “Wha--? No! Gene! It’s a game.” Sam paused a moment. “You know, they call it ‘sex in a box.’” That seemed to perk Gene up considerably and we walked back over to Sam with drinks in hand. “How do you play it?” Gene enquired. Sam opened the game box and began pulling out each part.

“This is the playing mat. You lay it on the floor and you take turns spinning with this --” he held up the spinner “and whatever it tells you, you have to do. Like, right foot red or summat like that.”

“So, you’re trying to throw my back out so I don’t get any fun tonight? Fuckin ‘ell, Tyler. M’not a bleedin’ teenager anymore.”

“Oh, come on Gene. It’ll be fun.” Sam dropped his voice to that sexy tone that sends chills from Gene’s spine, straight to his cock. “We can play naked.”

“Oh? Oh…”

Sam dropped to his knees, looked up with the most wicked of grins and started undoing Gene’s zip. “Which means these -- must come off.” He yanked Gene’s trousers and pants down to his ankles, freeing his cock from its confinement. It was only half hard but Sam was licking his lips and staring and Gene’s cock seemed to like the attention because it began to thicken to full hardness without even being touched yet. Reaching forward he started laving the tip of his tongue over the slit, tasting the pre-cum that had already started to form. Gene let out an involuntary groan and that seemed to please Sam very much because ran his tongue from head to root and back up to the head again in a wide stripe.

Sam loves this and he knew Gene loves it too. The slow, agonising teasing before Sam finally takes pity and swallows him whole, sucking with every inch of his life. Of course, they enjoyed it for different reasons. Gene’s was rather obvious. Gorgeous Tyler lips, tight around his cock. It was one sure way of shutting him up and putting his pretty mouth to use.

For Sam, it was the power. It was the one sure way he knew he had Gene by the balls, both literally and figuratively. He loved making Gene beg for him and knowing he was driving him mad just doing it. It was also a nice distraction from scary little girls and voices in his head so what was not to love?

Above him Gene was going crazy, muttering swear words colourful, even for him and begging like a licentious whore for Sam. And just like every other time before this Sam did finally take pity. Gripping the base of Gene’s cock with one hand he engulfed the entire length. Suppressing his gag reflexes, he swallowed and started fucking his mouth on Gene’s cock, causing Gene to let out a sharp cry of appreciation. Ignoring his own aching erection, he instead started fondling Gene’s balls with his free hand. Applying gentle pressure just the way he knew Gene liked it. It wasn’t long before Gene was spilling his release down Sam’s welcoming throat and Sam was swallowing every drop like the good little whore he wanted to badly to be.

Gene collapsed on the floor, completely spent and very happy. He may have blacked out for a moment, he wasn’t sure but the next thing he saw was a very sexy and debauched DI, stroking himself furiously. Gene seriously considered just laying back and enjoying the show because Sam was putting on a very fine performance and it would have been a shame to stop the boy in his prime but Gene was eager to touch him more. With amazing recovery speed Gene crawled quickly over to Sam and gave him a helpful shove backwards until he was flat on his back. “My turn, Sammy-boy. You had your fun and now I wanna see you come undone. Are you going to come for me Sammy, like the little whore you are?” Gene leaned over him, still speaking in his ear while stroking him with the experience of a person who knew this body oh, so well.

“Oh, yeah. You should have heard yourself moaning around my cock. Gagging for it and then swallowing my cum. You love the taste I bet. You’re not even a prossie, you give it away so freely. You’re just a whore. But you’re my little whore, aren’t you?

“Yes! Fuck yes, Gene. I’m your -- little whore.”

“Yeah, you are. Come for me, Sammy. Shoot your load all over me. All over us.”

Sam arched his back and with a sharp cry, spilled copiously over Gene’s hand and his own stomach. Gene stroked a few more times, drawing out every drop of Sam’s release.

Sweaty and sated Gene laid down on the floor next to Sam who was completely blissed out and smiling.

Gene fell asleep with Sam snuggled next to him feeling like this was possibly the best idea he had all week.

fic, pairing: sam/gene, fic type: slash

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