Fic: "Sammy-girl" (Chapter 5) by Anonyma73, Brown Cortina, Sam/Gene
Title: "Sammy-girl" (Chapter 5)
Rating: Brown Cortina
Word Count/Length: 965 words (this chapter)
Notes: See chapter 1 which can be found here:
http://lifein1973.livejournal.com/2239957.html
Summary: Sam is thinking too much. Way too much for his own good.
Set around LoM 2.07 and 2.08.
Disclaimer: LoM isn't mine but the BBC's/Kudos' I'm just having a little fun with Sam and Gene.
I directly borrowed some lines from LoM 2.08, I have to admit.
Chapter 1: http://lifein1973.livejournal.com/2239957.html
Chapter 2: http://lifein1973.livejournal.com/2240296.html
Chapter 3: http://lifein1973.livejournal.com/2241207.html
Chapter 4: http://lifein1973.livejournal.com/2241560.html
Sam was lying on the floor. He felt like something pressed down on him, something heavy. As breathing became harder, he wondered what it was that sat on his lungs and pressed them together. He tried to fight the thing sitting on him, pressing him down but didn't manage. It was too big, too strong. And it didn't just press down on his lungs... Sam felt his hard-on pulsing in his pants, felt it straining against the creature, and felt the creature's body warmth against his erection. The pressure felt good, actually. The creature started to move against him, rubbing against his penis which in turn grew harder and harder...
Sam struggled awake and still felt the breath of this big creature on his face. It smelled like whisky and fags. "Gene?," Sam inquired. The creature didn't reply, just kept pressing down on him. Sam tried to wiggle out from under it but was firmly held in place by two strong arms. "Gene, what's wrong?," Sam tried again. But Gene only stared down at him. And then, slowly, lowered his head until his lips almost touched Sam's, his hair falling into his face. "You believed in me, Tyler," he said. "When no-one else stood by me, you believed in me." And with that, he kissed Sam, pressing his lips to Sam's firmly. Then he opened his mouth and slid his tongue into Sam's mouth.
"Oh God!" Sam thought. "I am insane! I'm dreaming about my DCI kissing me!" But it felt good. It really felt good! "I haven't had a wet dream since coming here...very strange...," Sam's train of thoughts, as always, didn't stop. But when the pressure on his lips increased, when the kissing became more frantic, when hips started to roll against his and his own hard-on met another one through only two thin layers of fabric, Sam finally realized he wasn't dreaming. This was real! This was really Gene Hunt kissing him! Well, as real as anything in this world would ever get!
"G...Gene!" he stammered as the other man finally stopped his attack on his face. He didn't know what else to say. His thoughts somehow seemed to be reduced to just Gene's name. In a way, this was all his dreams come true. This was what he had hoped for when inviting Gene up to his flat, he realized. He had been hoping for something which had seemed to be so impossible, not even acknowledging to himself that he wanted this, and now his wish was coming true. He had silently hoped for this without even realizing it might really happen. He had played with the fire and now it was starting to burn into him, it was wide ablaze. He was on fire! He felt the hot feeling creep up his spine as Gene kissed him again. His skin and muscles around the small of his back started to tingle familiarly. He hadn't felt this way since...ages ago. He felt how his breath was fast and going hard, his heart had started to hammer in his chest, he felt a warmth spread through him that he had even forgotten to miss...
Gene's hands held his face firmly in place, his thumbs stroking his ears, his sideburns and cheeks. It felt so good, so right...
"Let me thank you properly...," Gene managed to say in between kisses. "What do you mean?" Sam opened his eyes and saw that Gene looked down on him with a kind of frightened look on his face. Then, he delved in again and kissed him, hard. Then Sam felt his arms on his, lifting his upper body up so Sam was sitting up. Gene was sitting on his heels and looked him in the eyes, his look boring into him. "You know..." he said, his face flushed, his breath growing ragged, and then he flipped Sam round, straddling him, sitting on his legs, and started to massage his back. "I almost fell over you on my way to the bathroom. Then decided that I could put this..." Sam assumed he was pointing to his crotch as one hand was removed from his back "...to much better use here than in there... Why waste a perfect and ready-to-use morning stiffy?" Gene chuckled.
Sam lay there on his bed of rugs and ... and just couldn't believe it. His guv, his homophobic guv, had just kissed him and now was giving him a very sensual massage! Gene leaned down and whispered in his ear, his breath all hot: "I'm gonna show you just how grateful I am, Sammy-boy." Gene still slurred the words a little but seemed no less determined to make his words come true.
"Oh my God! I must be out of my mind!" Sam just couldn't stop thinking. But it felt wonderful. Was it really something "crazy" that was happening? Wasn't it just good? Great? Wonderful? But...but... This wasn't supposed to happen! This was wrong! No way could this really be happening. It mustn't...
"Oh God, this is good!" Sam groaned as Gene's hands went deeper. Lying on his hard-on with Gene's weight pressing down on him just magnified the stirring of lust and craving in his loins. Gene then shifted a little, sitting down on his lower legs and pressing down on him with his full upper body. He nibbled on Sam's neck and whispered: "You're gonna see the Gene Genie in action, Tyler!" He rolled his hips and pressed his enormous hard-on into the crack of Sam's arse. Sam could feel his craving almost taking him over. He wanted to feel Gene's full weight on him, he wanted to be so close to this man, wanted him to be as close to him as possible. To feel him on him, inside him...
Chapter 6: http://lifein1973.livejournal.com/2243427.html
Rating: Brown Cortina
Word Count/Length: 965 words (this chapter)
Notes: See chapter 1 which can be found here:
http://lifein1973.livejournal.com/2239957.html
Summary: Sam is thinking too much. Way too much for his own good.
Set around LoM 2.07 and 2.08.
Disclaimer: LoM isn't mine but the BBC's/Kudos' I'm just having a little fun with Sam and Gene.
I directly borrowed some lines from LoM 2.08, I have to admit.
Chapter 1: http://lifein1973.livejournal.com/2239957.html
Chapter 2: http://lifein1973.livejournal.com/2240296.html
Chapter 3: http://lifein1973.livejournal.com/2241207.html
Chapter 4: http://lifein1973.livejournal.com/2241560.html
Sam was lying on the floor. He felt like something pressed down on him, something heavy. As breathing became harder, he wondered what it was that sat on his lungs and pressed them together. He tried to fight the thing sitting on him, pressing him down but didn't manage. It was too big, too strong. And it didn't just press down on his lungs... Sam felt his hard-on pulsing in his pants, felt it straining against the creature, and felt the creature's body warmth against his erection. The pressure felt good, actually. The creature started to move against him, rubbing against his penis which in turn grew harder and harder...
Sam struggled awake and still felt the breath of this big creature on his face. It smelled like whisky and fags. "Gene?," Sam inquired. The creature didn't reply, just kept pressing down on him. Sam tried to wiggle out from under it but was firmly held in place by two strong arms. "Gene, what's wrong?," Sam tried again. But Gene only stared down at him. And then, slowly, lowered his head until his lips almost touched Sam's, his hair falling into his face. "You believed in me, Tyler," he said. "When no-one else stood by me, you believed in me." And with that, he kissed Sam, pressing his lips to Sam's firmly. Then he opened his mouth and slid his tongue into Sam's mouth.
"Oh God!" Sam thought. "I am insane! I'm dreaming about my DCI kissing me!" But it felt good. It really felt good! "I haven't had a wet dream since coming here...very strange...," Sam's train of thoughts, as always, didn't stop. But when the pressure on his lips increased, when the kissing became more frantic, when hips started to roll against his and his own hard-on met another one through only two thin layers of fabric, Sam finally realized he wasn't dreaming. This was real! This was really Gene Hunt kissing him! Well, as real as anything in this world would ever get!
"G...Gene!" he stammered as the other man finally stopped his attack on his face. He didn't know what else to say. His thoughts somehow seemed to be reduced to just Gene's name. In a way, this was all his dreams come true. This was what he had hoped for when inviting Gene up to his flat, he realized. He had been hoping for something which had seemed to be so impossible, not even acknowledging to himself that he wanted this, and now his wish was coming true. He had silently hoped for this without even realizing it might really happen. He had played with the fire and now it was starting to burn into him, it was wide ablaze. He was on fire! He felt the hot feeling creep up his spine as Gene kissed him again. His skin and muscles around the small of his back started to tingle familiarly. He hadn't felt this way since...ages ago. He felt how his breath was fast and going hard, his heart had started to hammer in his chest, he felt a warmth spread through him that he had even forgotten to miss...
Gene's hands held his face firmly in place, his thumbs stroking his ears, his sideburns and cheeks. It felt so good, so right...
"Let me thank you properly...," Gene managed to say in between kisses. "What do you mean?" Sam opened his eyes and saw that Gene looked down on him with a kind of frightened look on his face. Then, he delved in again and kissed him, hard. Then Sam felt his arms on his, lifting his upper body up so Sam was sitting up. Gene was sitting on his heels and looked him in the eyes, his look boring into him. "You know..." he said, his face flushed, his breath growing ragged, and then he flipped Sam round, straddling him, sitting on his legs, and started to massage his back. "I almost fell over you on my way to the bathroom. Then decided that I could put this..." Sam assumed he was pointing to his crotch as one hand was removed from his back "...to much better use here than in there... Why waste a perfect and ready-to-use morning stiffy?" Gene chuckled.
Sam lay there on his bed of rugs and ... and just couldn't believe it. His guv, his homophobic guv, had just kissed him and now was giving him a very sensual massage! Gene leaned down and whispered in his ear, his breath all hot: "I'm gonna show you just how grateful I am, Sammy-boy." Gene still slurred the words a little but seemed no less determined to make his words come true.
"Oh my God! I must be out of my mind!" Sam just couldn't stop thinking. But it felt wonderful. Was it really something "crazy" that was happening? Wasn't it just good? Great? Wonderful? But...but... This wasn't supposed to happen! This was wrong! No way could this really be happening. It mustn't...
"Oh God, this is good!" Sam groaned as Gene's hands went deeper. Lying on his hard-on with Gene's weight pressing down on him just magnified the stirring of lust and craving in his loins. Gene then shifted a little, sitting down on his lower legs and pressing down on him with his full upper body. He nibbled on Sam's neck and whispered: "You're gonna see the Gene Genie in action, Tyler!" He rolled his hips and pressed his enormous hard-on into the crack of Sam's arse. Sam could feel his craving almost taking him over. He wanted to feel Gene's full weight on him, he wanted to be so close to this man, wanted him to be as close to him as possible. To feel him on him, inside him...
Chapter 6: http://lifein1973.livejournal.com/2243427.html