Fic: Indecent Promises
Title: Indecent Promises
Author: maiden74
Rating: Brown Cortina
Wordcount: 1470 (approx)
Pairing: Sam/Gene
Notes: PWP, no plot here, just some good old fashioned smut and filth.
Warning: Slash
Disclaimer: Belong to BBC/Kudos
"I win....my 205 points to your 163".
Sam leaned back in his chair, interlocking his fingers behind his head and grinning like a cheshire cat. He looked down at the table then back up at his Guv's shocked face, savouring the moment.
Gene sat staring in stunned silence at the board game, for once lost for words.
Reaching into his coat pocket, Sam pulled out a bottle of lube and placed it onto the table. He nodded towards it then looked at Gene, unable to keep the humour out of his eyes, "think it's time to deliver on that promise Guv".
"M'not doing it", Gene said gruffly, folding his arms across his chest and sticking his bottom lip out in defiance.
"Excuse me?", Sam said, the smile on his face vanishing.
"I am not doing it".
"But Gene you promised.....you can't go back on it now".
"Say's who?".
Sam leaned forward in his chair, "say's me.....come on ...a deals a deal".
Gene snorted, "I've changed me mind".
"Oh Gene....that's not fair.....you can't do that!", Sam cried, disappointment etched on his face.
"I can ...and I bloody well will!".
"I can't believe you've gone back on your word".
"It applied to card games only".
"No it didn't. The agreement was that if I won a game....any game at all...you had to bottom for me, remember?".
"Scrabble is not a game"
"What...of course it is"
"It's girly...not a proper manly game...not like cards or darts".
Sam tutted and shook his head, "I'm really disappointed in you Guv".
"I've told you before....the Gene Genie gives, he does not take".
"But we had a deal!", Sam snapped.
Gene huffed and wrapped his arms tighter around himself, stubbornly refusing to give in. He gazed at a spot on the far wall of Sam's flat and began to pout.
Sam sighed and started to clear the game away, gathering all the pieces together and chucking them into the box. He was irritated that Gene had gone back on his word and even more so now that he was sat sulking, refusing to look at him. Sometimes it was just like dealing with a child. He wasn't going to let him get away with it. Gene had promised to bottom for him and bottom for him he would.
"Chicken", he said, putting the lid on the game and pushing it to one side.
Gene blinked and looked at Sam, "what?".
"Chicken.....you're a chicken".
"I am not a chicken".
"Ok then...coward", Sam continued, his voice mocking.
"Yer what!".
"Wimp?".
Gene narrowed his eyes, "careful Sammy boy....you're playing with fire".
"Yeah....well how about scaredy cat".
Gene lunged across the table, sending his chair flying and knocking the game to the floor. Sam immediately lifted his arms up to protect his head, bracing himself for the blow that was surely to come. Instead, Gene stopped and grabbed hold of the bottle of lube, shoving it into Sam's hands.
"Alright yer little prick!", he snarled and began to unzip his trousers, yanking them down along with his underpants. Bending over the table, he rested on his elbows facing Sam, arse in the air.
"Come on then Gladys....what yer waiting for.....a fucking written invitation......get on with it before I change me mind and punch yer instead".
Momentarily stunned, Sam sat staring at him, unable to take his eyes of the sight of Gene's creamy white arse poised, ready and waiting.
Gene tapped his fingertips impatiently on the table, "not got all day Tyler....missus will be expecting me 'ome for tea in half an hour...snap to it!".
Sam blinked, shaken out of his reverie by Gene's voice and stood up, "umm....right..ok...uhh yes".
He smiled and looked as pleased as punch as he made his way round the table to position himself behind Gene. Unzipping his own jeans, he pulled them down with his pants, letting them fall to his ankles. He flexed his fingers and licked his lips in gleeful anticipation before slapping Gene's arse, watching as the pale skin took on a pinky hue.
He tugged at his own cock, working it through his hand, coaxing it to life until he was satisfied it was hard enough. He paused, flipping the lid open on the bottle and poured a sizeable amount in to the palm of his hand. Pulling Gene's arse cheeks wide apart, he proceeded to thickly coat his hole with the lubricant.
"Christ... that's cold", Gene gasped, shivering as the cool liquid ran down his crack and over his balls.
Sam chuckled, slicking his cock with the remainder of the product before probing Gene's entrance carefully, slowly inserting one digit, then two, rotating as he did.
Gene squirmed a little under Sam's deft administrations.
"How does it feel?", Sam asked.
"Like someones got their hand up me jacksy", Gene growled, his buttocks clenching involuntarily.
"Yeah..but does it feel good...are you enjoying the sensations?".
Gene looked thoughtful, concentrating on the strange feeling, "hmm, yeah....s'pose....bit uncomfortable though".
"Don't worry.....you get used to it", Sam answered and slapped his arse again, "right...think we're ready to go!".
Gene gripped the side of the table with both hands as Sam began to nudge his cock into him, a little at a time. His hole tightened in protest at the invasion.
"Try and relax.....you're too tense", Sam said, gritting his teeth as he pushed a little more forcibly.
"I'm trying", Gene hissed, letting his head drop onto the table and raising his arse a little higher.
One more shove and Sam grunted as the head of his cock broke through at last, drawing a sharp intake of breath from Gene.
"Bloody hell Tyler!".
Sam began to push, further and deeper as Gene, his leg muscles twitching, bit his lip to stop himself from crying out. Grabbing onto his hips, Sam pulled himself forward until his cock was fully submerged, his balls brushing up against Gene's. Slowly he began to thrust, pulling himself almost out, then driving back in until his prick was buried upto its hairs. Back and forth, in and out.
To Gene it was like nothing he had ever experienced before. Bizarre was the only word for it, bizarre and oddly pleasurable too. With each thrust , with each slap of flesh against flesh, his body trembled and his own cock swelled with arousal. Taking one hand off the table, he reached down to grasp it in his sweaty palm, tugging.
"No....let me", Sam said, batting his hand away. He took hold of the erect cock with his own slippery fingers and began to work it, feeling it harden even more as he vigourously thumbed the tip.
To Sam it was heaven; buried deep inside the warm, tight interior, his fingers digging into flesh, listening with delight to the subdued moans and grunts coming from Gene. His own cock was throbbing like mad as he continued to thrust , increasing the pace until he was pounding into his guv; faster..deeper...harder.
Gene, his face flushed and sweaty, held on tightly to the edge of the table for support, his knuckles turning white.
Sam continued to pump Gene's cock, his lube slicked hand running up and down the length, from base to tip and back again. His breathing was coming fast and he felt perilously close to the edge already. So too did Gene, whose rectum had gone into spasms, clenching and unclenching, his balls tightening. Just a few more thrusts of his hips and a couple more tugs of his wrist was all it took....for both of them.
"Oh Shit ...Sam....", Gene gasped, his body jerking and his back arching as he came, hard and fast, into Sam's hand. Simultaneously, his own cock aching for blessed release, Sam came with a cry, spilling himself deep inside Gene until he was spent.
Gene slumped forward onto the table, breathing heavily, as Sam withdrew his now limp cock. He stumbled backwards and as he did so, he grabbed hold of Gene's shirt, pulling him along with him as he fell onto the bed. They both laid there in silence, staring up at the ceiling in combined wonderment.
"That.....that was bloody fantastic", Sam finally said, realizing he had never come so hard in his life.
Grinning, he turned to gaze at Gene, who looked like he had just run a marathon.
"Well...did you enjoy it?". It certainly felt and sounded like he had.
Gene remained silent for a few seconds before turning to look at Sam, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
"Put it this way Sammy boy......I really think we should play scrabble a bit more often, don't you?".