LoM fic, NC-17

May 04, 2007 20:33



Fandom: Life on Mars
Title: Gay Bar
Pairing: Sam/Gene, Gene/OFC, Gene/Missus but they're all kinda pairings
Rating: Brown Cortina. NC-17 (That's what you get when you let Sam take over your brain)
Spoilers: 1.04 and maybe 1.08
Word count: around 2100.
Summary: Sam can wait for the sex, because for the moment he's got dancing. And that's close enough.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Kudos goes to kudos and the BBC although I don't think they'd want to claim this!
AN: Both this fic and the vid (coming soon) were inspired by S1E4 and the Electric Six song 'Gay Bar'. But Dark!Sam took control over this fic and I'm actually quite scared of him. I hope you enjoy it though:-D


Gay Bar

Although Warren is behind bars, the club remains open and Sam has made it his mission to take Gene there as many times as he can. Gene always protests that clubbing really isn't his scene but Sam disagrees. And Sam's a persistent bugger; they usually end up going to the club about once a week.

It's become a little ritual between them. On Monday Sam asks if he'll go and Gene always declines. At some point during the week Sam will ask at the wrong time and he'll receive some kind of abuse, most often physical, making Sam even more determined. Eventually, he'll catch Gene in a good mood, a moment of weakness as Gene would put it, slightly weary with humour in his eyes and a slight smile playing upon his lips and Gene would relent. Genuinely surprised at Sam's joy every time. If only Gene knew the reason for Sam's happiness:

In the club the music is so loud they have to get real close to hear each other. Sam is always so self conscious about the proximity between them and the music gives him an excuse to close that distance, pushing the boundaries to the extreme. And when Gene doesn't flinch, Sam likes to pretend that it's because he's enjoying it too but in reality he knows Gene's reasons for invading Sam's personal space are not the same as his own.

And it's always warm in the club, so Gene ends up shedding his camel-hair coat, loosens his tie and undoes a couple of shirt buttons. He usually spends the first part of the night propping up the bar, eyeing up the women whilst getting some Dutch courage inside of him. Of course the girls are drawn to him, Gene has a unique magnetism he boasts about but doesn't really believe in, but Sam does because he feels the pull from it too. Some girl always asks Gene to dance, and Gene usually says yes even though he's spent the entire week telling Sam that he doesn't DO dancing.

But Gene dancing is one of the most hypnotic things Sam has ever seen and he's burnt it into his memory, replaying it over and over in his head so he doesn't forget. Gene, reserved at first but soon closing the distance between him and his partner of the night. Him, and some nameless young women, moving seamlessly, eye-fucking eachother, their bodies grinding against one another. It's so sexual Sam has to order another drink to drown the fire burning down his spine, before it reaches his cock.

Sometimes, a girl asks Sam to dance. He's not fussed so he usually ends up downing his drink before nodding, letting himself be led to the dance floor. But Sam's not really paying attention to the girl, it's Gene who is always in his eye line. Sometimes, Gene acknowledges him but he's often too wrapped up in his dancing partner to even notice Sam.

Gene's eyes are half-closed, half-oggling the beautiful woman dancing with him. He's working up a sweat and so is she. Sam tries to block out every one else in the club because Gene is the only one who matters. Hair, dampened by sweat, sticking up in all directions, face slightly flushed, sweat pooling on his skin, at his throat. Oh yeah, Sam thinks this is definitely Gene's scene.

At some point in the night he loses sight of Gene, he's slipped away to the toilets or the bar or... anywhere really. Gene has disappeared into the crowd and every one else is dancing as normal but Sam feels at a loss. He excuses himself from the woman he's supposed to be dancing with and goes outside for a breath of fresh air.

He can hear moans. Low, throaty, lusty moans and being the good detective he is he just has to investigate. He follows the noise, his dick is already hardening, until he turns a corner of the poorly lit, dingy back alley and the sight that greets him almost makes him come on the spot.

Gene Hunt is fucking some woman into the wall, his trousers and underpants pooled round his feet, his shirt protecting his bum from the cold, blocking Sam's view, his strong thighs pounding into the girl, her legs wrapped around him, his hand on her arse, keeping her in position and the other hand propping up the wall.

“God, you taste so good.” A harsh voice saying such soft words and Sam has to close his eyes, trying to gain some control over himself but hearing Gene, seeing him... Sam's eyes snap open and he whimpers but it's blocked out by the girl's moans, so loud and high. She'll have imprints from the bricks all over her back in the morning, a reminder of this encounter and Sam knows the woman is getting off on it. He would too.

This is about lust, pure and simple. Gene'll feel guilty about it in the morning when he's got his wits back but at the moment he's slightly drunk and she's there, smelling and tasting and looking absolutely gorgeous. Gene doesn't know what she sees in him but he's glad she does. He's just enjoying the sensation, so close now, he's babbling incoherently. Sam never took Gene for a talker but he's getting off on it more than he should.

The nameless woman opens her eyes and sees Sam but she's too far gone to say anything. Gene's moans and words and grunts are muffled against her throat, gently nibbling at her skin and he's usually not this rough, but he can't restrain himself. He's never like this with his wife.

Mrs. Hunt is not a fragile woman but Gene can't help but treat her as though she's made of glass. Kissing her tenderly, exploring her skin with gentle strokes, making love to her. Because he does love her. He doesn't love this bird in front of him. That's why he can have sex with her, if he's hurting her too much and she asks him to stop he will but otherwise, a few cuts and bruises never hurt anyone. It seems to turn her on. And this is about lust. Hard, intense, uncontrolable lust and that's enough to tip Gene over the edge, taking her with him, making Sam moan out loud.

“Gene!” he breathes, getting Hunt's attention. Once the girl has gathered herself together she runs off, having got what she wanted she doesn't want to stick around to clean up the mess afterwards. Gene doesn't even acknowledge her going, he just pulls his trousers up and tucks his shirt in, his back still to Sam. He punches the wall before using his hand to push himself away from it. And then he slowly turns around.

“What the *fuck* do you think you're doing here?” Sam's cock twitches at the word 'fuck'. Gene saying the word 'fuck'. And if Gene was to lower his glare by about a metre or so he'd know exactly what Sam was doing there but Gene's too angry. “You think you're better than me but you're not!”

“I never said-” but Sam's cut short by a blow to the stomach, followed by a kick once he's down for good measure.

“You're not to say *anything*! Have you got that?!” And it's not Sam he's angry at, it's himself but he'll be damned if he admits it. “I love my wife!” he barks.

“I know you do.” Sam soothes him, ignoring his own feelings. “I know.” And Gene really wants to hit something but Sam's done nowt wrong so he hits the wall again, making his hand bleed, before storming off back into the club. Leaving Sam alone in the filthy Manchester back alley. And Sam still has a hard on.

He knows he shouldn't but it's either this or have a raging boner for the foreseeable future. Sam knows which he'd prefer so he unbuttons his trousers, lowering his underpants just enough to free his leaking cock, wrapping his hand around it, pretending it's Gene's hand, the fingers more callused, the hand meatier, the sensation even greater.

Sam can't decide on how he wants Gene. He knows the who, doesn't know the why but he's beyond questioning it and yet when it comes to the how... God, Sam can't even think straight. So many scenarios and every single one makes his head spin, his heart skip and his cock throb:

Gene, screaming at him, anger twisting his features until Sam gets sick of it and they kiss. Harsh, brutal, both fighting for dominance which neither will surrender. Ripping and tearing at each other's clothes. Never breaking the battle between their tongues. Lust and Want and Need. All that Sam feels is reflected in Gene's face. Directed at him.

Or maybe more subtle, like when they're at the pub. Just the two of them. Debating an issue but not arguing. And Gene's staring into space or at the telly, only looking at Sam every now and then but they're powerful glances, making Sam flinch under the weight of them. The atmosphere is buzzing between them, a kind of mild electricity and Sam wants to act, to do something but instead he settles for studying Gene. And what he discovers makes him smile, his heart ready to burst with an unexpected joy: peace, happiness and contentment.

No words. Gene is too annoyed for words. Sam has been a prick all day, all week, ever since he walked into his department actually and Gene has had enough of it. He's tried everything to make Sam feel part of the team and every time he thinks he's succeeded Sam throws it back in his face. Not any more! Gene pushes him back onto the bed, flips him over before proceeding to fuck him dry. Sam learns his place. He only argues with Gene when it's real important. Or when he wants Gene to put him back in his place.

A simple kiss. Gene tasting of nicotine and alcohol. Of warmth and safety. Intoxicating. A slow, lazy kiss. A peck on the mouth that grows deeper, until Sam can't help but moan, his moan swallowed by Gene. Gene's hands snaking around Sam's waist, Sam's hands reaching up and entwining themselves in Gene's hair, trying to pull the man even closer. A simple kiss, made so much better by the emotion behind it.

Fear. And relief. Gene is still alive. He's still here. They're still together and Sam still can't quite believe it. But it's real. Gene tastes real. The blood and mud on his skin, his precome, his tears. They hold eachother too tightly, pouring everything they feel into it but not really talking about it. Hearts breaking but they're both there to pick up the pieces together in the morning.

Heat. Forcing Gene to undo another button of his shirt, revealing more tantalising skin. Noise. Forcing them to be close, ever so close if they want to have any hope of hearing each other. Gene dancing, swaying his hips, his green eyes sparkling, chest heaving ever so slightly, smile beaming. He looks beautiful.

A final stroke and Sam is done, come splattering all over his hand. He's shivering slightly, the cold night having crept in around him and harshly bringing him back to reality (or as near as Sam is ever likely to get to it.) He cleans himself up and brushes himself down before going back inside.

He's half-surprised, half-expected, to see Gene at the bar. He's eyeing up the whisky but he's just ordered another water which Sam suspects is for Mrs. Hunt's benefit. “I do love her, you know?”

“I know.” Sam tell him before the club dissolves in front of his eyes and Sam is forced back to his real surrounding, his real situation and the real conversation. And his very real hard on.

“Clubbing is NOT my scene, Sam!” Gene smiles, a slight laugh creeping into his words.

“I know.”

“I'm just an overweight, over the hill copper. Why do you want an old fuddy duddy like me with you any way?” He keeps asking but doubts Sam will ever give him a straight answer.

“Nah, you've still got the moves.” Sam tries to joke, even as his libido goes into overdrive. “Come on, Guv, it'll be fun.” Sam is whining and usually Gene would find it annoying but at the moment it's rather amusing.

“No!” Gene repeats before finishing off his pint. Sam is silent. Gene eventually speaks. “What time should I pick you up?”

*fin*

fandom: life on mars, rating: nc-17, pairing: gene hunt/missus, pairing: gene hunt/ofc, fanfiction, pairing: gene hunt/sam tyler

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