fic: I've Never Loved Somebody (The Way that I Love You) rating: Brown Cortina
Title: I've Never Loved Somebody (The Way that I Love You)
Author: totallywow
Rating: Brown Cortina
Word Count: 3, 487
Pairing: Sam/Gene, a little Sam/Annie and Gene/Missus
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Sam and Gene want to be together no matter what.
A/N: It's a bit fluffy because I really wanted to write something that dealt with them being in lurve. Rather than just sex. It's still PWP, but I thought I'd try "Sam and Gene get it on and Sam isn't just a kinky little slapper they actually luveachotheromg!." I don't like the ending, it feels a bit abrupt to me, but oh well. Un-beta'd and just finished at nearly 1.30am urgh. But I needed to write it. *punches the bunnies*
Gene pouts, annoyed. He hardly ever he gets Tyler all to himself. In the day they’re working, supposedly, and then there’s always the effort to make in the evening; Gene has to see his wife at some point of the day, there’s mixing and being friendly over a pint or three, and Tyler likes to keep the bird happy, which annoys Gene immensely. It’s different for him. He can’t just erase his wife from his home, his life, his memories but Sam can easily cut Annie out of the picture. Tyler calls it “spending quality time with a good friend”; Gene calls it “bein’ a teasin’ irritatin’ little wanker.”
Not tonight. Gene is forcing Sam to cancel his “stupid, poncy ladies night out” with Annie, making Sam whine about letting her down and how much she was looking forward to seeing the film, how he’d promised he was free and that he’d take her out.
“You can spend time with Annie whenever yer like,” Gene had murmured into Sam’s ear, as he stood behind his Inspector in his office, very close indeed, “no one bats an eyelid when yer go off flirtin’ with ‘er, but if I held yer hand and batted me eyelashes at you we’d be gettin’ some very strange looks indeed, Gladys. It’s not fair. I just want all to meself for a bit.”
He had his arms wrapped around Sam now, his stomach and chest held tightly against Sam’s back. Sam twisted around to be able to touch Gene’s neck and shoulders easily, hand running over them softly, teasing him a little, kissing him lightly.
“Don’t be jealous, Guv. Annie’s my friend.”
Gene went to protest, but Sam apparently hadn’t finished.
“However, I will cancel on her tonight, but don’t ask me to do it again. We should arrange things properly, you know… so we can spend more time together…” Sam was caught off by a very smug, very happy Guv indeed kissing him onto the desk, pushing gently, until Sam’s hands were gripping the desk tightly as Gene ducked and indulged him in a delightful lunchtime blowjob. He licked and sucked at all the right times, in all the right places and Sam was coming hard with Gene’s name being bitten down so hard he cut his lip. As if some deity was watching and waiting patiently for them to finish, as soon as Gene had cleaned and tucked him back up Ray knocked on the office door. The afternoon bled into the early evening and home time came and Gene was practically dragging Sam out of the station.
“Shit, I haven’t - Annie. I’ll meet you at the car.”
“Oh will you, Tyler? How very thoughtful of you” Gene remarked sarcastically at Sam’s order but he obeyed anyway, leaving Sam to do his dirty work alone.
*
“Sam!” Annie smiled as she walked outside, Sam walking up the steps to meet her. She was quite excited about this evening. Of course, they were only friends, but she was pleased Sam made more an effort nowadays to reciprocate the friendship. She no longer felt like she was pushing him to spend time with her. Maybe a tiny part was hoping for more from him, but she wasn’t going to wait for Sam Tyler forever.
“Are yer still looking forward to tonight?” She smiled and tilted her head, her hands in her pockets. “You can pick me up at…. 8.30?”
Sam had that look on his face, when you just know someone’s about to let you down.
“I can’t, Annie.” He scrunched his nose up slightly, his forehead creasing and an apologetic half-smile on his face.
She sighed, “why not?” not even bothering to hide her anger.
“I was going to, I swear. Something’s come up and now I can’t - you can still go with another friend?”
“Well, yes, I can. You’re not my only friend, Sam. I don’t hang around expecting you to take me out.”
“Oh, Annie - I know that! - I didn’t assume -”
“You go and do whatever it is you absolutely must do, Sir. I’ve got more important things to do myself, as it happens.” She walked past him briskly.
*
Gene sees Sam throws his hands up at him. Tyler’s such a drama queen. Fine, the bird got her knickers in the twist. Who cares? Sam isn’t her boyfriend. He’s fed up of her acting like he is and making Sam feel guilty about not spending time with her. It means Tyler’s a right pain in the arse when all Gene just really really wants him to do is suck his cock. It’s downright cruel. He knows Cartwright isn’t daft, maybe she knows about them and this is some bird type of revenge.
“She was really angry at me. She made out that she wasn’t too bothered, but she let me know she hates me,” Sam moaned miserably as he approached the Cortina. Gene wanted to grab Annie by her hair and slam both of their bloody heads together.
“Look, Sam, I thought we were meant to be spendin’ some proper time together? If yer feel so bad, go and get ‘er, put yer little date back on,” he lowered his voice and glanced about quickly to see if anyone was within hearing distance, “I feel like I’m the only one ‘ere tryin’ to do summat about me and you gettin’ some time alone. I never get to shag you anymore, not properly.”
“I know… I hate it too.”
“Get in the car then. You best be smilin’ when I next see yer face too, otherwise you can sod off home.”
*
Gene’s wife visited his batty old sister’s on a Friday, until about 10, when the horrible cow’s husband drove Shirley back home. He usually went out for something to eat but it was boring on his own. Ever since he started this thing with Tyler he’d wind up somewhere, somehow with him. A couple of times Sam had come over, but not too often. Gene made a mental note to get him round most, if not every, Friday.
“This wanted you wanted, Dorothy?” He grunts as he drops the small pile of candles into the sink, in his bathroom.
“Ah, yes.”
Sam begins to place the candles at the top end of the bath, carefully, checking the water and generally poncing about.
“You reckon we’ll both fit in that?”
“I may have to lay on top on you.”
“Yeah, we’ll be fine, Gladys. What’s all this shit?” Gene’s hand would have skimmed over the water but it actually was bubbles, mountains of them.
“Bubble bath, bath foam, you know. I bought some at lunch. Thought it could be fun.”
Gene watched Sam as he lit the few candles with Gene’s lighter, two large ones in the corner near the wall at the top end of the bathtub, another in the middle between the taps and a smaller one on the other side.
“That’s enough, I think. Now turn the light off,” Sam instructed, stripping. Gene copied him.
“You get in first - carefully, Guv! Jesus - mind the candles.”
“Sorry, sweet cheeks, am I not dainty enough for you?”
Sam climbed in. It was small. He turned around, nestling into Gene, the smallness of the bathtub forcing them close together.
“I don’t want you to be dainty.”
“Good, we’d ‘av a few problems otherwise, Sammy Boy.”
Sam shifted himself up, kissing Gene’s chest as the water and slightly soapy taste of the bubbles travelled over his skin. Gene brought his hands up to cradle Sam’s head, wetting his stupid bloody hair. Sam ducked under a little, wiping his face with his hands and grinning, kissing Gene ferociously, like he means it, like he needs it. Gene raises up, his tongue pushing back on Sam’s, pulling Sam against him possessively. He strokes Sam’s silky back. Tyler always has smooth, soft skin, the little poof, but with the water and all the other crap he’s put in it feels even better. He grabs for Sam’s arse, the flesh easily pinched and groped and Sam thrusts into his thigh. Gene’s brought out of his lustful reverie by, as if for the first time, hearing Sam’s and his own moans and strangled, muffled cries. He laughs. Sam moves up.
“What?”
“Nothing. I’m not laughin’ at your tiny willy, Sammy, so no need to start frettin’.”
“Tiny?” Sam gasps, mock-offended. He nudges Gene in the hip with his almost fully-formed erection.
“Just kiddin’, beautiful.” He grabs for Sam’s cock.
“Lovely.” He says thickly and Sam moans, bucks into his hand.
He brings his hands up, and stays like that, holding Sam by his waist. Sam doesn’t moan about the lack of contact to his cock. He seems more than happy like this. He wiggles round so he’s lying with his back on Gene’s stomach and brings his legs up so there’s more room for Gene. If Gene wanted to be a soppy poofter about it, he’d say how the small light from the candles make Sam’s body look almost like a silhouette when they both lie back like that. He’d mention the heat from the water and from Sam rising up, the steam curling it’s way around Sam and the candles and the water makes Sam look even more gorgeous, and when Sam traces his fingertips down Gene’s chest or the side of the bathtub against the wall, writing unseen and unheard things, kissing Gene’s collarbone or sliding down slightly and using a soft, pink tongue to flick over a nipple, he wishes he knew exactly what Sam was saying even if it might scare him.
Sam rises up a little, up to the mirror on the wall above the tub. He writes “Sam loves Gene” in the mist, like a teenage girl probably would and draws hearts around the text. He sidles back down into Gene’s arms and Gene smiles. He kisses Sam, his head, his neck, his face. Holds him tight.
“If I could be bothered to move, I’d write ‘Tyler is a big poncy girl’” He’s lying, but Sam knows he is and knows that he can’t let it get too far - not because he doesn’t want it, or because he doesn’t feel it - but because it’s so intense.
“No, you wouldn’t.”
“No?”
“You’d draw a picture of a cock.”
“Yeah, I would, Gladys” he lies again, knowing that Sam understands. It makes him fall in love with Sam every time.
*
Sam straddles Gene as best he can in the tub but it’s proving rather difficult. He lies on top of him, hands pushing down so he’s raised to see his Guv’s face; flushed, happy, focused on him. He guides himself down slowly, kissing Gene. It’s got to be his most favourite thing. A passionate but gentle kiss from Gene is always the perfect solution for anything.
He quickly fell for his DCI. At first it was just about sex and not being lonely, but they managed to somehow combine their reluctantly growing friendship with the shagging and before Sam knew it he was staring at Gene wondering what he’ll look like in his 70’s, imagining what their wedding would be like, if an older Ray and Chris would be about, if Annie would be there, all their faces… then a wild-eyed Guv clicked his fingers in his face and he blushed, embarrassed for imagining it.
*
“Are you going to just grab my arse all night, Guv, or are you going to actually fuck me?”
Gene growled.
“You’ll get it, Tyler.”
“We haven’t got all night.”
“I wish we had.”
“Me too.”
Gene brings Sam back down using his hips and twists him so that Sam’s underneath him. He manages to spill water up and over the furthest candle away, which Sam fusses at him to check so he does and hurriedly shoves it into the sink. He could care less about the candle, when there’s a naked, soapy, wet, gorgeous Tyler waiting for him, right in front of his eyes.
Sam spreads his legs, pulling his knees up and finally resting them on Gene’s shoulders. Gene strokes Sam softly, pushing his fingers inside and cruelly rubbing them against Sam’s prostate, making Sam gasp and slide himself down on Gene’s fingers.
“Mind the candles or you might burn your arse,” Sam breathes out, mouth open and eyes closed.
He wishes Tyler would shut the fuck up about candles. He fights the urge to launch a mini-tidal wave attack on them but he knows Sam would get upset being the soft little girl that he is, so he doesn't. He kisses Sam instead, pleased with his self-restraint.
Gene attempts to use some sort of lotion crap, wanking himself, then he’s pushing at Sam and Sam is so very ready. Gene is slow at first, always lets Sam get used to his cock, the feeling of it inside of him because Sam is small and gloriously tight. Gene knows it must hurt. Sam lets him know with his eyes and his mouth that it’s ok and Gene pushes deeper, and slides out and once it’s slick and hot and Sam is moaning, Gene will fuck him with shallow thrusts, to tease him and make him beg. He knows Sam begs because it turns Gene on like crazy, but when Gene teases him like that, Sam loses his mind. He just wants Gene so much.
“Please, Gene, just do it”
“Do what, Sammy?”
Sam lets a wild frustrated groan out as he attempts to move his arse down but Gene never lets him.
“Just fuck me. Want to feel you deep inside of me.”
“Like this?” Gene asks, before slamming into Sam.
“Yes!” A strangled, girly moan is wrenched from Tyler’s wet, pink lips.
“I want to hear you beg, Tyler”
“Please, please Guv” Sam opens his eyes as Gene waits, rolling his hips, dipping in and out, “you know how much I’m dying for it.”
Gene’s eyes close and he’s thrusting, but so slowly…
“Yeah, fuck, Guv, I’m begging you here. I want your cock”
Gene can’t stand it any longer, hearing Sam’s voice, feeling his skin underneath the water. He holds onto Sam and cranes round a little to let some water out, so it’s not sloshing over the side. Satisfied, he pushes Sam upwards, slides his cock in deep and Sam mewls as he hits the prostate again. He lets himself go, the fucking amazing feeling of Sam surrounding his cock, so tight, and Sam’s legs slung over him, his arms and nails digging into his back and Sam’s face focused on his own, eyes closing and opening and the sound of flesh on flesh, the feeling of Sam underneath him… so beautiful, and powerful, fuck. Since when was it about seeing Tyler get off, just seeing Tyler full stop and not just getting his end away? He speeds up, Sam’s hand on his cock and he joins him, enjoying the feeling of Sam fill up his fist. He pounds Sam harder and there’s no complaints from the man underneath him who only arches up and fists himself harder, their hands sliding and bumping against each other as they work to bring Sam to climax, Gene fucking Sam deliciously and Sam comes first with a passionate howl, Gene letting go of his cock and gripping Sam’s hips, pumping himself being coming with a “shit, shit, oh Sam” deep inside his DI.
He pulls out carefully and Sam groans, grinning, breathing hard.
“Urgh… best get out of here now, Guv” he grimaces up at Gene who calls him a girl and allows him to move anyway, drying and cleaning himself up with a towel he had put on the radiator earlier.
“Do you really want to stay in there?”
“What? It’s just us, Sammy. Thought you liked come.”
“I’d rather not bathe in it.”
Gene held his hand out and Sam threw him the towel. He opened the door to the upstairs hallway and the cool air was such a nice relief: the bath, candles and passion had sent his temperature soaring.
They dressed in silence. Gene pulled the plug; put the shower on to wash away any incriminating evidence.
He took Sam’s towel and his own, putting them in the wash basket on the landing.
Sam shook the candles, watching the bits of wax fall out and be washed away, dried them best he can and let Gene go and dispose of them downstairs from wherever he found them.
He turned the shower off. Everything was gone.
*
Gene was sat in his kitchen, smoking.
“I should be off now, Guv.”
Gene nodded. He understood. They both did.
“I don’t want to go.”
“I don’t want yer to, Sammy.”
There was silence while Gene smoked but it wasn’t unpleasant.
“Why don’t yer stay?”
“Hmm?”
“Just stay.”
“Gene, we both know I can’t… your wife will be home in an hour. What exactly will you tell her?”
Gene shrugged.
“The truth?”
“Impossible.”
“Why?”
“Just is.”
“Why?”
“Come on, Guv. Don’t. It’s not fair but that’s just how it is.”
“No, Sammy, why should it have to be like that? When yer could stay, we could sit ‘ere, stay up and you can make me summat to eat, then I’ll shag yer rotten and wake up and shag yer some more. Maybe we’ll fit in time to do a bit more o’that talkin’ crap as well.”
Sam smiled.
“I wish.” He walked over to Gene, held his head against his stomach, stroking through the rapidly drying blonde hair.
Gene closed his eyes and allowed Sam to stroke him.
“Tyler. I don’t want - we’re ‘ardly gonna get hitched, are we? It’s just - I miss yer when yer not ‘ere. Yer flat is shit, but we could make it work, right?”
Sam stroked Gene’s cheek with his thumb, feeling the older man lean into him completely.
“Of course we could, but you’ve got a wife, Gene.”
This time the silence was awkward.
“I know. But what I am supposed to do? Stay with ‘er forever, even though I could be happier, could be happy with you? ‘Cause you know, Sam. You know that - I don’t love ‘er, not properly, like yer should someone yer married to. I - you’re…….”
Sam swallowed, not wanting to stand here and listening to Gene fit the pieces together alone.
“I know. I’m not saying that. I just think you need to think about it.”
“I ‘ave, it’s all I do think about.”
Sam moved, so he was standing where Gene could see him, directly in front of him.
“You don’t know how happy I’d be if you left her, came to me, Guv. It’s such a massive decision, such an entirely new commitment to make…” he stumbled off, looking down at the floor, “please don’t rush it.”
Gene knew he’d be packing his bags tomorrow morning.
“I won’t.”
Sam kissed him, open mouths and tongues until Gene had stood up and shoved him against the kitchen wall, snogging, groping and gasping. Their foreheads meet, hot and sweaty again, as Sam pulls Gene close.
“Let me give you a ride home, Tyler.”
Sam glances up at the clock in Gene’s kitchen.
“Won’t take me long, will it, clever clogs? Come on.”
Gene knows it’s ridiculous - Sam’s a grown bloke, a police officer, and he can hold his own - but he doesn’t like the thought of his Sammy walking alone, in the dark, back to his little flat. With a nod, the lift is accepted, but he would have driven him back whether Sam got into the car willingly or was handcuffed and gagged.
*
Gene pretends to be watching TV when Shirley gets in. He makes them both a cuppa as she unloads her two shopping bags, putting tins and packets away, accepting the tea gratefully, chattering about Pat - “the nasty old Bat”, Gene says, getting a playful slap - and they smoke and drink as Shirley talks and Gene nods.
“Alright then, love,” she kisses Gene quickly, “you coming soon?”
Gene nods. He’s made up his mind.
Shirley moans as she walks up the stairs, rolling her shoulders, aching. Takes the clip out of her hair in the bathroom, rubbing the mist off the small mirror above the sink to look at herself, leaves the clip besides it.
Gene must have been in here because the mist is terrible. She opens the window. The mirror above the bath covered, she sighs and curses Gene, begins to rub at it when she notices the little hearts drawn. She frowns - surely that’s not Gene’s doing, silly little hearts drawn all over the mirror - she angles herself to look up at it from below.
She’s confused. The different handwriting, she notes, is hard to make out.
She moves again and her eyes nearly pop out when the clear “Sam loves Gene” jumps out at her from nowhere. She sighs, relieved, because she knew it. She knew Gene was cheating on her. She knew his new DI was involved, there was something in his voice and his eyes when he spoke about him. Much like the look in his eyes he used to have for her. And there it is. Sam Tyler. She wonders what he's really like. She wipes it off and goes to bed, a weight off her shoulders, prepares herself for tomorrow, when Gene will leave her.
*