Flashpoint Fic: Full Display (Sam/Ed, R)
Title: Full Display
Word Count: 500.
Pairing: Sam/Ed.
Rating: R.
Warnings: None.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Ed smiled as he walked into the locker room and into the showers area. He knew Sam was there.
Written for: flashpoint_sru, prompt #4 Regret.
Disclaimer: I don't own Flashpoint.
Beta: The great lillyg.
Full Display
The little showoff never gives up. Ed smiled as he walked into the locker room and into the showers area. He knew Sam was there. In fact, he knew they were the last ones at the station.
Standing beside the only turned-on shower, he waited and waited, trying not to fantasize too much. The real thing is a lot better. You can hold on a few more minutes.
The shower door opened and Sam, wrapped in only a little towel, just like God had welcomed him into this world. Ed grinned as he admired his lover’s body. He just had to check it out. “Hey.”
His presence seemed to startle Sam, as he jumped in his place when Ed’s voice came up. The blonde turned to him for a moment but then went to pick up his clothes. “Hey.”
“Hey back.” A third ‘hey’ meant so much more than the obligated two, and his voice was lower than normal, all because of the view.
“What do you need, Ed?” Sam responded, obviously knowing the tone.
Ed decided to just say it. “I need to see you.”
That seemed to also surprise Sam, as he frowned and repeated, “See me,” like he didn’t understand.
“Yeah… just the way you are. I need to… see everything.” To be clear, Ed approached Sam and laid a hand on his chest, travelling down his chest and stomach with the tip of his fingers and stopping right before the dangerous area. However, he let himself cup Sam slowly, feeling his erection from under the dry towel. “Everything. Full display, only for me.”
Playfully, Sam stared into his eyes and grinned. “You didn’t say ‘please.’”
Ed laughed and retreated to let his back rest on a locker. “C’mon, buddy. No one’s here.” Still, Sam didn’t move. Apparently, the magic word had to be pronounced. “Please.”
From distance, Sam didn’t even nod. Slowly for confidently, he let his hands work on the towel until it finally fell onto the floor. He stood there proudly, completely naked and ready for the assault, as Ed smiled in satisfaction.
Until a ray of light entered the room and everything seemed to disappear. It was the autumn of 2007 again, when he’d accidentally shoot his first teenager. He was up, at the top of a building. The victim lost her balance and dropped dead instantly. There was too much sun that day. Too much happiness in the world.
Suddenly, the arousal was gone. Regrets had arrived to stay. Ed breathed heavily, not wanting to look at Sam. He’d know. He’d know that he couldn’t, and he’d be disappointed. He was coming towards Ed, about to ask what was going on…
But he didn’t.
He embraced Ed firmly, not letting him fall. Overwhelmed, Ed held him back softly. It was tac gear against bare skin. And then Sam looked back at him. He saw Ed’s weakness… he saw it all.
Full display.
He leaned to catch Ed’s lips and made them burn.
The End.
Word Count: 500.
Pairing: Sam/Ed.
Rating: R.
Warnings: None.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Ed smiled as he walked into the locker room and into the showers area. He knew Sam was there.
Written for: flashpoint_sru, prompt #4 Regret.
Disclaimer: I don't own Flashpoint.
Beta: The great lillyg.
Full Display
The little showoff never gives up. Ed smiled as he walked into the locker room and into the showers area. He knew Sam was there. In fact, he knew they were the last ones at the station.
Standing beside the only turned-on shower, he waited and waited, trying not to fantasize too much. The real thing is a lot better. You can hold on a few more minutes.
The shower door opened and Sam, wrapped in only a little towel, just like God had welcomed him into this world. Ed grinned as he admired his lover’s body. He just had to check it out. “Hey.”
His presence seemed to startle Sam, as he jumped in his place when Ed’s voice came up. The blonde turned to him for a moment but then went to pick up his clothes. “Hey.”
“Hey back.” A third ‘hey’ meant so much more than the obligated two, and his voice was lower than normal, all because of the view.
“What do you need, Ed?” Sam responded, obviously knowing the tone.
Ed decided to just say it. “I need to see you.”
That seemed to also surprise Sam, as he frowned and repeated, “See me,” like he didn’t understand.
“Yeah… just the way you are. I need to… see everything.” To be clear, Ed approached Sam and laid a hand on his chest, travelling down his chest and stomach with the tip of his fingers and stopping right before the dangerous area. However, he let himself cup Sam slowly, feeling his erection from under the dry towel. “Everything. Full display, only for me.”
Playfully, Sam stared into his eyes and grinned. “You didn’t say ‘please.’”
Ed laughed and retreated to let his back rest on a locker. “C’mon, buddy. No one’s here.” Still, Sam didn’t move. Apparently, the magic word had to be pronounced. “Please.”
From distance, Sam didn’t even nod. Slowly for confidently, he let his hands work on the towel until it finally fell onto the floor. He stood there proudly, completely naked and ready for the assault, as Ed smiled in satisfaction.
Until a ray of light entered the room and everything seemed to disappear. It was the autumn of 2007 again, when he’d accidentally shoot his first teenager. He was up, at the top of a building. The victim lost her balance and dropped dead instantly. There was too much sun that day. Too much happiness in the world.
Suddenly, the arousal was gone. Regrets had arrived to stay. Ed breathed heavily, not wanting to look at Sam. He’d know. He’d know that he couldn’t, and he’d be disappointed. He was coming towards Ed, about to ask what was going on…
But he didn’t.
He embraced Ed firmly, not letting him fall. Overwhelmed, Ed held him back softly. It was tac gear against bare skin. And then Sam looked back at him. He saw Ed’s weakness… he saw it all.
Full display.
He leaned to catch Ed’s lips and made them burn.
The End.