LOMFIC: "Plenty of Others"
Title: Plenty of Others
Author: ac_123
Chapters: 1/1
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Gene, mentions of Sam/others
Rating: Brown Cortina
Warnings: angsty!masturbation
Summary: "The first thing Gene did was knock the table over onto its side."
Disclaimer: I am a 16-year-old American girl. Do you think I own anyone/thing in this story?
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The first thing Gene did was knock the table over onto its side. Then he nearly punched a hole through the wall, pretending that it was Sam's head instead.
That little bastard.
That little bastard slut.
How dare he even consider...with that slimy, no-good, fucker!
Gene punched the wall two more times, the third time actually making a crack in the plaster.
Gene walked away from the wall to sit in the only chair that hadn't been knocked over by the table. He pressed his face into his hands and balanced his elbows on his knees. What the hell was wrong with him? First the ex-Missus, now Sam; could Gene have a relationship where he didn't get cheated on?
He couldn't believe what he had seen. Sam, pants around his ankles, head thrown back and hands deep in the hair of one of those RCS bastards as the little cunt sucked Sam off like a thirsty little whore. It took Gene a whole minute to process what was going on, the stupor only being broken by Sam's shocked and scared whisper. Once he was fully aware, Gene made sure the RCS poof could never use his mouth for anything ever again and left without a word to his unfaithful whore of a DI.
Gene got out of his chair and walked into the bathroom. He leaned against the sink, taking a long look at his reflection. There was nothing wrong with him. At least not in the looks department. Nope, Gene was a sexy beast. He had a handsome face, a full head of hair, a pair of gorgeous eyes, if Sam were to still be believed. He probably had hundreds, no thousands, of people lining up for just a touch of the Gene Genie.
Gene's right hand released the sink from its death-grip and, instead, traveled to his crotch where it began to massage Gene through his trousers.
Cartwright probably got all wet just at the sight--no, the mention of him, the thought of him. Seeing him...oh, that was something completely different. Her panties were probably drowning after ten seconds of his presence. She probably went through a pack of knickers a week. Didn't spend her wages on booze or ciggarettes because she needed the money for all her extra undies. Yeah, she probably worked herself up for hours with just the thought of him.
Gene unzipped his pants and pulled out his fully hard cock. He wrapped his hand around the shaft and began to move his hand up and down.
The men on his team saw Gene as God, or someone so close to God they could be easily interchanged or mistaken. The cleaning crew probably hated them; their drool over their Guv made so big a mess, the cleaning ladies threaten to quit everyday if the problem isn't fixed. Any one of those boneheads would get on all fours for Gene. With a snap of his fingers, Gene could have near a dozen men pawing at his great, powerful form.
Gene bent his head and moaned softly. His thumb played with the head of his cock as he continued to jerk off in swift, quick strokes of his too-practiced hand.
Sam would rue the day he even considered screwing around with another man. He would come crawling back, begging like a starving man for forgiveness. He would want one more chance to please Gene. He would promise the best sex in the world, whenever he wanted it, everytime he wanted it. It wouldn't be enough, though. Gene didn't want someone like him, an unfaithful slut who spread his legs the first chance he got.
Gene bit his lower lip as his hand went faster. He felt the sparks of orgasm shoot up his shaft and into his abdomen, setting his guts on a warm fire that spread slowly through his limbs and down to his balls.
This probably wasn't the first time Sam had gone to another man for sex, the whore. Every night that they weren't together, Sam was probably getting fucked by some other fairy. Maybe the reason Sam was so insistent on throwing Crane away was because they had had relations that ended badly. Maybe Sam had been Morgan's little fuck before Sam transferred over and that relationship continued off-and-on during Sam's stay. Maybe the reason Sam was so insistent on keeping Vic out of jail was so they could keep dicking each other. Sam had probably slept with half of CID--no, half of the entire station by now.
Gene let out a low, throaty groan as he came. His hips moved forward in his now-still hand, an instinctual reaction to empty himself completely. Once he was empty, his seed covering the sink and dripping slowly onto the floor, Gene fell to his knees, left hand turning white from his grip, right hand still wrapped around his soft cock.
"Dammit, Sam!" Gene yelled, right hand leaving his cock to pound painfully into the basin of the sink.
How come Gene wasn't enough for him? Gene thought he had made it clear that he loved Sam. He remembered saying it to Sam once, for no reason other than to tell him, and he meant it, he truly did.
Gene used his right arm to block out the tears that threatened to spill past his eyes.
He needed a drink.
Author: ac_123
Chapters: 1/1
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Gene, mentions of Sam/others
Rating: Brown Cortina
Warnings: angsty!masturbation
Summary: "The first thing Gene did was knock the table over onto its side."
Disclaimer: I am a 16-year-old American girl. Do you think I own anyone/thing in this story?
**********
The first thing Gene did was knock the table over onto its side. Then he nearly punched a hole through the wall, pretending that it was Sam's head instead.
That little bastard.
That little bastard slut.
How dare he even consider...with that slimy, no-good, fucker!
Gene punched the wall two more times, the third time actually making a crack in the plaster.
Gene walked away from the wall to sit in the only chair that hadn't been knocked over by the table. He pressed his face into his hands and balanced his elbows on his knees. What the hell was wrong with him? First the ex-Missus, now Sam; could Gene have a relationship where he didn't get cheated on?
He couldn't believe what he had seen. Sam, pants around his ankles, head thrown back and hands deep in the hair of one of those RCS bastards as the little cunt sucked Sam off like a thirsty little whore. It took Gene a whole minute to process what was going on, the stupor only being broken by Sam's shocked and scared whisper. Once he was fully aware, Gene made sure the RCS poof could never use his mouth for anything ever again and left without a word to his unfaithful whore of a DI.
Gene got out of his chair and walked into the bathroom. He leaned against the sink, taking a long look at his reflection. There was nothing wrong with him. At least not in the looks department. Nope, Gene was a sexy beast. He had a handsome face, a full head of hair, a pair of gorgeous eyes, if Sam were to still be believed. He probably had hundreds, no thousands, of people lining up for just a touch of the Gene Genie.
Gene's right hand released the sink from its death-grip and, instead, traveled to his crotch where it began to massage Gene through his trousers.
Cartwright probably got all wet just at the sight--no, the mention of him, the thought of him. Seeing him...oh, that was something completely different. Her panties were probably drowning after ten seconds of his presence. She probably went through a pack of knickers a week. Didn't spend her wages on booze or ciggarettes because she needed the money for all her extra undies. Yeah, she probably worked herself up for hours with just the thought of him.
Gene unzipped his pants and pulled out his fully hard cock. He wrapped his hand around the shaft and began to move his hand up and down.
The men on his team saw Gene as God, or someone so close to God they could be easily interchanged or mistaken. The cleaning crew probably hated them; their drool over their Guv made so big a mess, the cleaning ladies threaten to quit everyday if the problem isn't fixed. Any one of those boneheads would get on all fours for Gene. With a snap of his fingers, Gene could have near a dozen men pawing at his great, powerful form.
Gene bent his head and moaned softly. His thumb played with the head of his cock as he continued to jerk off in swift, quick strokes of his too-practiced hand.
Sam would rue the day he even considered screwing around with another man. He would come crawling back, begging like a starving man for forgiveness. He would want one more chance to please Gene. He would promise the best sex in the world, whenever he wanted it, everytime he wanted it. It wouldn't be enough, though. Gene didn't want someone like him, an unfaithful slut who spread his legs the first chance he got.
Gene bit his lower lip as his hand went faster. He felt the sparks of orgasm shoot up his shaft and into his abdomen, setting his guts on a warm fire that spread slowly through his limbs and down to his balls.
This probably wasn't the first time Sam had gone to another man for sex, the whore. Every night that they weren't together, Sam was probably getting fucked by some other fairy. Maybe the reason Sam was so insistent on throwing Crane away was because they had had relations that ended badly. Maybe Sam had been Morgan's little fuck before Sam transferred over and that relationship continued off-and-on during Sam's stay. Maybe the reason Sam was so insistent on keeping Vic out of jail was so they could keep dicking each other. Sam had probably slept with half of CID--no, half of the entire station by now.
Gene let out a low, throaty groan as he came. His hips moved forward in his now-still hand, an instinctual reaction to empty himself completely. Once he was empty, his seed covering the sink and dripping slowly onto the floor, Gene fell to his knees, left hand turning white from his grip, right hand still wrapped around his soft cock.
"Dammit, Sam!" Gene yelled, right hand leaving his cock to pound painfully into the basin of the sink.
How come Gene wasn't enough for him? Gene thought he had made it clear that he loved Sam. He remembered saying it to Sam once, for no reason other than to tell him, and he meant it, he truly did.
Gene used his right arm to block out the tears that threatened to spill past his eyes.
He needed a drink.