Fic: "Family" by Anonyma73, Brown Cortina, Sam/Gene
Title: "Family"
Rating: Brown Cortina
Word Count/Length: 2721 words
Notes: Written in October 2011.
Original notes: Fluffy! Combination of two bunnies who wouldn't go away. Unbeta'd as always.
Disclaimer: All rights to LoM BBC/Kudos, I'm just fooling around.
Summary: Sam and Gene both fill a hole in each other's life.
Sam's hand fisted his cock fiercely, covered by Gene's right. Gene used his left to keep himself up, his head bowed, his forehead touching Sam's cheek. Both men had their eyes closed in abandon as Gene pounded into Sam who had thrown back his head, his mouth open as his breath came in short huffs. Gene was panting as well from the strain as he continued to stroke Sam's cock, his hips snapping. Sam was so close, he felt the familiar tingling creep through his body. "Yes! Gene...just...yes...oh..." His breath sped up even more, then it hitched in his chest as his body went rigid, and he felt his release spurting out of him, warm onto his stomach. His whole body spasmed as his orgasm hit him, the feeling overwhelming and blinding. Gene who continued to pound into him found his cock throttled by Sam's twitching heat, the tight grip restraining his in and out movements. On the verge of orgasm himself already, he didn't need much additional stimulation, the rhythmic contractions easily pushing him over the edge. He collapsed on top of Sam whose legs had fallen from where he had had them curled around Gene's backside, both men breathing heavily. The lay cuddled together without speaking until the last spasms rippling through their bodies had subsided, enjoying the closeness and warmth of each other. Then, when Gene had recovered enough to lift himself off of Sam, he very carefully pulled his limb cock out of Sam's hole. "Alright?" he asked his lover as he rolled over to his side. Sam smiled at him, looking at him dreamily from half-lidded eyes. "More than alright." Sam reached out and pulled Gene into a gentle kiss. They lay side by side, kissing and petting each other lovingly. Sam then rested his head on Gene's shoulder and simply enjoyed being cuddled against him before falling asleep.
When Gene had become his lover, Sam had been surprised how gentle he was in bed. It seemed that once they were alone, once the outer world was forgotten, all the false bravado, the unnecessary force, the boisterous attitude, the harshness had left Gene. Not that he didn't live up to his legendary prowess, oh no, to the contrary. It was just that he never hurt Sam in bed. He was very careful to not even make Sam uncomfortable in any way. As much as Sam loved to fight Gene, as much as he needed that, he was more than happy to lay their conflicts regarding work to rest while they made love. He gladly submitted himself to Gene's ministrations out of the deep trust he held for his superior. In his previous relationships, he had always needed to be the strong one, the dominant one in bed. Now he happily lay his dominance at Gene's feet. Not that he was passive but he very much enjoyed Gene worshipping his body, kissing and nibbling on every inch of it. He loved hearing Gene whisper sweet nothings into his ear, soothing his nerves by gently rubbing his chest and stomach when he thought he couldn't stand it any longer, having to wait for the man to enter him, to claim him as his. He completely trusted him to prepare him gently, to open him up patiently before cautiously guiding the head of his cock into his tight heat. To slowly, oh so slowly, inch closer and closer, his hips carefully pushing his well-lubricated member into Sam, always keeping eye contact and checking Sam's reactions, waiting for Sam's body to adjust to the intrusion. And even when they moved against each other fervently, seeking out the friction, moaning and often cursing, there never was any aggression, never anything brutal about the man. Gene loved to see Sam come undone and tried to make sure that Sam was satisfied first always. Sometimes he didn't manage, didn't want to hold back long enough and came before Sam did but even if completely knackered, he took care that Sam got his.
Their first time had been at Sam's flat, on the floor, as they didn't trust his rickety bed to take the strain. In the meantime, they had moved on to using Gene's bedroom. Gene's wife had moved out about a year ago and thus there was no risk of being disturbed there. Not to forget that Gene's ex-marital bed was so much nicer and bigger than Sam's fold-out.
Sam woke due to a quite uncomfortable feeling in his...anus. "Shit!" he thought... Well, no... Another one of those cramps, to be exact... While he didn't mind being at the receiving end of Gene's powerful thrusts in the slightest, he could easily live without these belated side effects. He tried to relax by breathing deeper and more controlled, and concentrating on other parts of his body but the dull, throbbing pain didn't subside. He flexed his toes while his breath hitched but riding out the cramps didn't work this time. Thus, he slowly worked himself out of Gene's hold and sat on the side of the bed. It was still dark outside and he was so tired... Slowly, he rose to stand on wobbly legs and let his eyes adjust to the darkness. Once he could make out some shapes, he started for the door, careful not to wake his lover.
The hot water felt wonderful. Sitting in the tub, his arms around his folded legs, Sam rocked himself in the tub, waiting for his muscles to relax. He had not been able to sit on the cold enamel but had sat on his haunches, his teeth clattering, rubbing his upper arms with his hands until the tub had filled with enough water to warm up the surface, the heating water running over his legs in order not to wake up Gene by the splashing. From experience, he by now knew that a quick wank would not help relax his muscles but only would worsen the pain afterwards. He had briefly wondered whether these problems would stop once his body had gotten used to this new favourite activity of his but didn't fancy dwelling on any other side effects that might cause. Maybe if Gene and he switched positions regularly? Gene hadn't seemed adverse to this idea but they simply hadn't come round to trying yet, and Sam very much liked what they had now. Maybe next time ... Also, who knew if and how he (and Gene) would age in this place? For now, Sam could feel the warmth work its magic on his cramped backside. He had stretched his legs and stayed in the tub until he felt completely relaxed and sleepy again. Then, he got out, dried himself off and, after blissfully relieving himself, went back to the bedroom.
He sat down on the side of the bed and, instead of slipping under the covers again, looked at Gene. The sun had come up and lit the bedroom warmly. Gene lay on his back, his chest slowly rising and falling with every breath. Gene's ash blond hair was standing in all directions, his face absolutely relaxed. Sam studied the high forehead, the crease between his brows (not in the middle but a little more to the right) still visible but not as deep as when the man was furious. Long lashes lay against his cheeks under slightly twitching eye lids. Gene's nose, as the man, slightly bent. Might have been broken in a fight, Sam wondered. His soft cheeks, now showing a clearly visible 5 o'clock shadow, bearing deep pock marks... Must have been a heavy case of acne - Sam was sure they didn't have Clearasil during the War. His mouth, those lips, slack and slightly parted... From Gene's face, Sam's gaze went down to the sleeping man's chest - those sparse hairs which could only be seen once you were close enough (even Sam's own chest was fuzzy in comparison). His shoulders, not really as wide as you would expect them to be, covered with freckles more of which also were visible on his arms. His soft belly, now only half covered by the blanket, which Sam loved to hold on to. And below that... Sam cut off that thought, smiling to himself. Well, below the blanket, Gene Hunt was everything you would expect and more. Sam had found that despite all his bragging, Gene had been quite modest about himself...
Sam's thoughts went back to when Gene and he had first admitted their feelings for each other. He had never expected his derisive and openly homophobic superior to be able to really fall for anyone, to open his heart to someone else completely. Least to a man. He had been more than surprised when, one day, after a bust-up gone wrong, Gene had not only sat with him, listening to his tirade of reproaches, but had actually admitted to having been wrong in his approach to the problem, and moreover, had tried to calm Sam down not for his own good but because he could see how worked up Sam had been over what he considered his personal failure in reining Gene in. They had been sitting together in the Railway Arms and later, Gene had driven Sam home and stayed after having been invited for a nightcap. At the time, Sam had not noticed the lack of animosity but the next day, after his head had cleared, he had called Gene out on his niceness. After trying to wiggle out of answering to Sam for some time, Gene had, under pressure (Sam had after all denied him breakfast!), admitted to not hating Sam's guts as much as it might have seemed which, in turn, had led Sam to lay his emotions on the line and declare his feelings for his superior. Who, surprisingly, had not smacked him, called him a poof and stormed out of the building but had, quite shyly, taken Sam's head into his hands, looked him deep in the eyes and, after rubbing his nose gently against Sam's, kissed him lightly. From then on, their relationship had developed quickly.
Sam knew that Gene had been married for about 20 years and that when his wife had left him, it was the end to a childless marriage. He never dared to inquire about the reasons, neither for their split-up nor for why there were no children. Gene just seemed to be content with the state of his life after she had gone, well, at least as content as Gene ever got, so Sam didn't want to mess with that. Still, he wondered whether Gene had any family left. As far as he knew, his parents had died a long time ago. And his brother... Sam felt a kind of pain, a constriction in his chest as he remembered Gene telling him about Stu back at the morgue all those months ago. Sam had tried to comfort Gene but back then, Gene had shrugged him off and made it very clear that he didn't want to talk about it, and most of all, didn't want Sam's pity or sympathy. Those moments seemed a lifetime ago now. Everything had changed since Sam and Gene had found together.
It had only been a couple of weeks now and Sam really hoped that Gene would open up to him more, tell him more about himself. Sam knew Gene, knew how the man worked, what made him tick. But to really understand him, he needed to know more about his past. Would Gene ever let down his guard that far? On the other hand, Sam had been very careful not to reveal too much about his own past to Gene. He had thought about telling him the truth more times that he could imagine, both before the start of their relationship and since, but finally had decided against it. It didn't matter now. Since he had returned to 1973, whatever had been in his past had, somehow, not even happened yet. He had started a new life and left his old one behind, and with that, his family... The constricting feeling in his chest came back as he briefly thought of his mother, spending all this time at his bedside to only lose him completely shortly after...
Sam shook himself and rose from the bed. It was a bright day outside already and Sam picked up his boxers and strode out of the bedroom and down the stairs towards the kitchen. While descending, he noticed several spots on the wall which clearly showed that once there had been pictures hanging there which had now been removed. He wondered whether they had been family portraits which Gene's wife had taken with her, and realized that all the times he had been to Gene's house, he had never seen any family photos anywhere. No, that was not completely true. He remembered a silver photo frame on the mantelpiece in the living room... Sam had not checked it out at the time but he was quite sure there had been a photo in it.
He slid into the living room, slowly opening the curtains to let some light in. Then he turned towards the fireplace - yes, there was a picture standing just like he remembered. He went over and took the silver frame in hand. It could certainly use some cleaning, the silver turning black already. But the photo inside was clearly visible - well, as clear as an old, grainy black-and-white shot could be. Sam stared at the two figures in the picture. Two young men standing side by side, both wearing a uniform but without the hat, one of them with light hair, the other with dark. They were maybe 20, 22 years old. A family event, a wedding maybe? The dark-haired one looked straight into the camera, looking earnest, his gaze firm, his mouth slightly open, showing some of his teeth, attempting a faint smile, his hands clutched in front of his belt. The other slightly taller and lighter, apparently a little younger, hands casually in trouser pockets, his eyes heavily lidded. They leaned together slightly, their shoulders almost brushing. Sam studied their features intently. Could the fair-haired one really be Gene? A young, baby-faced Guv? The similarity between the two blokes was clearly visible. Brow line, ears, noses... So, not a fight then, huh? Both men had their hair parted sharply on the left side and slicked back with pomade. Young Gene had dark circles around his eyes which were not even half open and his mouth was gaping - not in a smile but like he was just about to hurl one of his infamous insults at the photographer. The upper lip slightly curled, the lower one full and inviting... Sam felt a pang of jealousy in his chest - surely he had just been kissing someone with those lips. His bride? Could this photo really have been taken on Gene's wedding day, his brother Stu being the best man? Sam stared back at the faces - Gene did look like he had been drinking too much the day before and not gotten enough sleep. Surely his brother had participated in stag night but had either stopped drinking earlier and let the groom do the honours of getting royally pissed, or simply had been used to drinking better, being older and not as light-weighted as Gene. Well, Gene had made more than good on that in the meantime...
"Only photo I've got of him." Sam had not heard Gene come down the stairs and startled slightly as the other man addressed him from behind. "Sorry..." Sam murmured and put the picture back on the mantelpiece, then turned towards Gene who studied his expression intensely. "Not your fault." he replied gruffly. And then he stepped closer, wrapping his arms around Sam and pulling him closer. Sam snuggled against Gene, bathing in his warmth, putting his arms around him, laying his head onto his shoulder. "You're me family now." Gene whispered into his ear as he pressed a small kiss to his temple. Sam shuddered and inched even closer. "And you." he replied softly, feeling his heart expanding in his chest. "Not going to risk losing you too." And with that, Gene literally swept Sam off his feet.
The last scene is very obviously inspired by this photograph:
http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Tl8DtQrnQ/TTky2IBaYhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/T27HxLkXhyY/s1600/Robert-and-Philip-Glenister.jpg
http://wales4weddings-patsyfagan-patsyfagan.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2011-05-16T07%3A13%3A00-07%3A00&max-results=7
Copyright Patsy Fagan 1984/2011
You will just have to imagine the uniforms and slicked-back hair.
Rating: Brown Cortina
Word Count/Length: 2721 words
Notes: Written in October 2011.
Original notes: Fluffy! Combination of two bunnies who wouldn't go away. Unbeta'd as always.
Disclaimer: All rights to LoM BBC/Kudos, I'm just fooling around.
Summary: Sam and Gene both fill a hole in each other's life.
Sam's hand fisted his cock fiercely, covered by Gene's right. Gene used his left to keep himself up, his head bowed, his forehead touching Sam's cheek. Both men had their eyes closed in abandon as Gene pounded into Sam who had thrown back his head, his mouth open as his breath came in short huffs. Gene was panting as well from the strain as he continued to stroke Sam's cock, his hips snapping. Sam was so close, he felt the familiar tingling creep through his body. "Yes! Gene...just...yes...oh..." His breath sped up even more, then it hitched in his chest as his body went rigid, and he felt his release spurting out of him, warm onto his stomach. His whole body spasmed as his orgasm hit him, the feeling overwhelming and blinding. Gene who continued to pound into him found his cock throttled by Sam's twitching heat, the tight grip restraining his in and out movements. On the verge of orgasm himself already, he didn't need much additional stimulation, the rhythmic contractions easily pushing him over the edge. He collapsed on top of Sam whose legs had fallen from where he had had them curled around Gene's backside, both men breathing heavily. The lay cuddled together without speaking until the last spasms rippling through their bodies had subsided, enjoying the closeness and warmth of each other. Then, when Gene had recovered enough to lift himself off of Sam, he very carefully pulled his limb cock out of Sam's hole. "Alright?" he asked his lover as he rolled over to his side. Sam smiled at him, looking at him dreamily from half-lidded eyes. "More than alright." Sam reached out and pulled Gene into a gentle kiss. They lay side by side, kissing and petting each other lovingly. Sam then rested his head on Gene's shoulder and simply enjoyed being cuddled against him before falling asleep.
When Gene had become his lover, Sam had been surprised how gentle he was in bed. It seemed that once they were alone, once the outer world was forgotten, all the false bravado, the unnecessary force, the boisterous attitude, the harshness had left Gene. Not that he didn't live up to his legendary prowess, oh no, to the contrary. It was just that he never hurt Sam in bed. He was very careful to not even make Sam uncomfortable in any way. As much as Sam loved to fight Gene, as much as he needed that, he was more than happy to lay their conflicts regarding work to rest while they made love. He gladly submitted himself to Gene's ministrations out of the deep trust he held for his superior. In his previous relationships, he had always needed to be the strong one, the dominant one in bed. Now he happily lay his dominance at Gene's feet. Not that he was passive but he very much enjoyed Gene worshipping his body, kissing and nibbling on every inch of it. He loved hearing Gene whisper sweet nothings into his ear, soothing his nerves by gently rubbing his chest and stomach when he thought he couldn't stand it any longer, having to wait for the man to enter him, to claim him as his. He completely trusted him to prepare him gently, to open him up patiently before cautiously guiding the head of his cock into his tight heat. To slowly, oh so slowly, inch closer and closer, his hips carefully pushing his well-lubricated member into Sam, always keeping eye contact and checking Sam's reactions, waiting for Sam's body to adjust to the intrusion. And even when they moved against each other fervently, seeking out the friction, moaning and often cursing, there never was any aggression, never anything brutal about the man. Gene loved to see Sam come undone and tried to make sure that Sam was satisfied first always. Sometimes he didn't manage, didn't want to hold back long enough and came before Sam did but even if completely knackered, he took care that Sam got his.
Their first time had been at Sam's flat, on the floor, as they didn't trust his rickety bed to take the strain. In the meantime, they had moved on to using Gene's bedroom. Gene's wife had moved out about a year ago and thus there was no risk of being disturbed there. Not to forget that Gene's ex-marital bed was so much nicer and bigger than Sam's fold-out.
Sam woke due to a quite uncomfortable feeling in his...anus. "Shit!" he thought... Well, no... Another one of those cramps, to be exact... While he didn't mind being at the receiving end of Gene's powerful thrusts in the slightest, he could easily live without these belated side effects. He tried to relax by breathing deeper and more controlled, and concentrating on other parts of his body but the dull, throbbing pain didn't subside. He flexed his toes while his breath hitched but riding out the cramps didn't work this time. Thus, he slowly worked himself out of Gene's hold and sat on the side of the bed. It was still dark outside and he was so tired... Slowly, he rose to stand on wobbly legs and let his eyes adjust to the darkness. Once he could make out some shapes, he started for the door, careful not to wake his lover.
The hot water felt wonderful. Sitting in the tub, his arms around his folded legs, Sam rocked himself in the tub, waiting for his muscles to relax. He had not been able to sit on the cold enamel but had sat on his haunches, his teeth clattering, rubbing his upper arms with his hands until the tub had filled with enough water to warm up the surface, the heating water running over his legs in order not to wake up Gene by the splashing. From experience, he by now knew that a quick wank would not help relax his muscles but only would worsen the pain afterwards. He had briefly wondered whether these problems would stop once his body had gotten used to this new favourite activity of his but didn't fancy dwelling on any other side effects that might cause. Maybe if Gene and he switched positions regularly? Gene hadn't seemed adverse to this idea but they simply hadn't come round to trying yet, and Sam very much liked what they had now. Maybe next time ... Also, who knew if and how he (and Gene) would age in this place? For now, Sam could feel the warmth work its magic on his cramped backside. He had stretched his legs and stayed in the tub until he felt completely relaxed and sleepy again. Then, he got out, dried himself off and, after blissfully relieving himself, went back to the bedroom.
He sat down on the side of the bed and, instead of slipping under the covers again, looked at Gene. The sun had come up and lit the bedroom warmly. Gene lay on his back, his chest slowly rising and falling with every breath. Gene's ash blond hair was standing in all directions, his face absolutely relaxed. Sam studied the high forehead, the crease between his brows (not in the middle but a little more to the right) still visible but not as deep as when the man was furious. Long lashes lay against his cheeks under slightly twitching eye lids. Gene's nose, as the man, slightly bent. Might have been broken in a fight, Sam wondered. His soft cheeks, now showing a clearly visible 5 o'clock shadow, bearing deep pock marks... Must have been a heavy case of acne - Sam was sure they didn't have Clearasil during the War. His mouth, those lips, slack and slightly parted... From Gene's face, Sam's gaze went down to the sleeping man's chest - those sparse hairs which could only be seen once you were close enough (even Sam's own chest was fuzzy in comparison). His shoulders, not really as wide as you would expect them to be, covered with freckles more of which also were visible on his arms. His soft belly, now only half covered by the blanket, which Sam loved to hold on to. And below that... Sam cut off that thought, smiling to himself. Well, below the blanket, Gene Hunt was everything you would expect and more. Sam had found that despite all his bragging, Gene had been quite modest about himself...
Sam's thoughts went back to when Gene and he had first admitted their feelings for each other. He had never expected his derisive and openly homophobic superior to be able to really fall for anyone, to open his heart to someone else completely. Least to a man. He had been more than surprised when, one day, after a bust-up gone wrong, Gene had not only sat with him, listening to his tirade of reproaches, but had actually admitted to having been wrong in his approach to the problem, and moreover, had tried to calm Sam down not for his own good but because he could see how worked up Sam had been over what he considered his personal failure in reining Gene in. They had been sitting together in the Railway Arms and later, Gene had driven Sam home and stayed after having been invited for a nightcap. At the time, Sam had not noticed the lack of animosity but the next day, after his head had cleared, he had called Gene out on his niceness. After trying to wiggle out of answering to Sam for some time, Gene had, under pressure (Sam had after all denied him breakfast!), admitted to not hating Sam's guts as much as it might have seemed which, in turn, had led Sam to lay his emotions on the line and declare his feelings for his superior. Who, surprisingly, had not smacked him, called him a poof and stormed out of the building but had, quite shyly, taken Sam's head into his hands, looked him deep in the eyes and, after rubbing his nose gently against Sam's, kissed him lightly. From then on, their relationship had developed quickly.
Sam knew that Gene had been married for about 20 years and that when his wife had left him, it was the end to a childless marriage. He never dared to inquire about the reasons, neither for their split-up nor for why there were no children. Gene just seemed to be content with the state of his life after she had gone, well, at least as content as Gene ever got, so Sam didn't want to mess with that. Still, he wondered whether Gene had any family left. As far as he knew, his parents had died a long time ago. And his brother... Sam felt a kind of pain, a constriction in his chest as he remembered Gene telling him about Stu back at the morgue all those months ago. Sam had tried to comfort Gene but back then, Gene had shrugged him off and made it very clear that he didn't want to talk about it, and most of all, didn't want Sam's pity or sympathy. Those moments seemed a lifetime ago now. Everything had changed since Sam and Gene had found together.
It had only been a couple of weeks now and Sam really hoped that Gene would open up to him more, tell him more about himself. Sam knew Gene, knew how the man worked, what made him tick. But to really understand him, he needed to know more about his past. Would Gene ever let down his guard that far? On the other hand, Sam had been very careful not to reveal too much about his own past to Gene. He had thought about telling him the truth more times that he could imagine, both before the start of their relationship and since, but finally had decided against it. It didn't matter now. Since he had returned to 1973, whatever had been in his past had, somehow, not even happened yet. He had started a new life and left his old one behind, and with that, his family... The constricting feeling in his chest came back as he briefly thought of his mother, spending all this time at his bedside to only lose him completely shortly after...
Sam shook himself and rose from the bed. It was a bright day outside already and Sam picked up his boxers and strode out of the bedroom and down the stairs towards the kitchen. While descending, he noticed several spots on the wall which clearly showed that once there had been pictures hanging there which had now been removed. He wondered whether they had been family portraits which Gene's wife had taken with her, and realized that all the times he had been to Gene's house, he had never seen any family photos anywhere. No, that was not completely true. He remembered a silver photo frame on the mantelpiece in the living room... Sam had not checked it out at the time but he was quite sure there had been a photo in it.
He slid into the living room, slowly opening the curtains to let some light in. Then he turned towards the fireplace - yes, there was a picture standing just like he remembered. He went over and took the silver frame in hand. It could certainly use some cleaning, the silver turning black already. But the photo inside was clearly visible - well, as clear as an old, grainy black-and-white shot could be. Sam stared at the two figures in the picture. Two young men standing side by side, both wearing a uniform but without the hat, one of them with light hair, the other with dark. They were maybe 20, 22 years old. A family event, a wedding maybe? The dark-haired one looked straight into the camera, looking earnest, his gaze firm, his mouth slightly open, showing some of his teeth, attempting a faint smile, his hands clutched in front of his belt. The other slightly taller and lighter, apparently a little younger, hands casually in trouser pockets, his eyes heavily lidded. They leaned together slightly, their shoulders almost brushing. Sam studied their features intently. Could the fair-haired one really be Gene? A young, baby-faced Guv? The similarity between the two blokes was clearly visible. Brow line, ears, noses... So, not a fight then, huh? Both men had their hair parted sharply on the left side and slicked back with pomade. Young Gene had dark circles around his eyes which were not even half open and his mouth was gaping - not in a smile but like he was just about to hurl one of his infamous insults at the photographer. The upper lip slightly curled, the lower one full and inviting... Sam felt a pang of jealousy in his chest - surely he had just been kissing someone with those lips. His bride? Could this photo really have been taken on Gene's wedding day, his brother Stu being the best man? Sam stared back at the faces - Gene did look like he had been drinking too much the day before and not gotten enough sleep. Surely his brother had participated in stag night but had either stopped drinking earlier and let the groom do the honours of getting royally pissed, or simply had been used to drinking better, being older and not as light-weighted as Gene. Well, Gene had made more than good on that in the meantime...
"Only photo I've got of him." Sam had not heard Gene come down the stairs and startled slightly as the other man addressed him from behind. "Sorry..." Sam murmured and put the picture back on the mantelpiece, then turned towards Gene who studied his expression intensely. "Not your fault." he replied gruffly. And then he stepped closer, wrapping his arms around Sam and pulling him closer. Sam snuggled against Gene, bathing in his warmth, putting his arms around him, laying his head onto his shoulder. "You're me family now." Gene whispered into his ear as he pressed a small kiss to his temple. Sam shuddered and inched even closer. "And you." he replied softly, feeling his heart expanding in his chest. "Not going to risk losing you too." And with that, Gene literally swept Sam off his feet.
The last scene is very obviously inspired by this photograph:
http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9Tl8DtQrnQ/TTky2IBaYhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/T27HxLkXhyY/s1600/Robert-and-Philip-Glenister.jpg
http://wales4weddings-patsyfagan-patsyfagan.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2011-05-16T07%3A13%3A00-07%3A00&max-results=7
Copyright Patsy Fagan 1984/2011
You will just have to imagine the uniforms and slicked-back hair.