Manc Wolf

[hydeforareason]

Gene had to get his rocks off through other means the rest of that month.  When Sam said he was done, he absolutely meant it.  The stars never popped up and he enjoyed life as a bachelor again, staying at his own flat with very little company save for crime scene photos and old files.  Gene, after all, had his television

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[alwaystheguv]

"Don't care," Gene offered with a small shrug. The exchanged silent looks for a while after that before Gene sighed and decided that if Sam was ever going to get over his sulk, he actually had to try and listen to the barmy bastard talk shit. Even if he'd rather just enjoy a peaceful evening before the wolf came. "Coronation was in 1953."

And as far as he knew, there wasn't anything about her in the news lately. It was all just rubbish about drugs and hippies. Bloody useless hippies.

"Coronation day was rubbish though, missed most of it," Gene admitted, he had been told he had drank loads and passed out somewhere in a field but he didn't remember ever touching a drop. He must of been incredibly pissed to forget drinking. "Maybe your radio is broke or you're tuned in to an outdated channel."

[hydeforareason]

Sometimes he really, really hated Gene. Far more than he ought to hate anyone. But as this was really fairly typical for the other man, Sam just rolled his eyes. "Right, yes, because radio stations often waste time by rebroadcasting out of date information?" He wanted to tell Gene to use his head, but instead he went upstairs to the bathroom.

He'd already made it quite clear that he was here for the wolf, only. It wasn't that he didn't care for Gene, he did, a great deal, but he wasn't going to give in to any random lust. That was ruining their friendship.

He couldn't have that.

Returning with a glass of whiskey, thank you not so secret stash, Sam sat back down again and looked at his watch.

Soon. Thank God.

[alwaystheguv]

Gene let Sam have his hissy hit and drink his scotch, he had argued him down all week and now he was about to change and he just felt too tired and drained to act. He just sat there in silence, sipping the wine till it was gone. He dropped it and closed his eyes as he started to feel the change come on. No matter how much easier it was, the pain was still there.

He always hid to do it as well, like he didn't want Sam to see how it truly worked. It wasn't pretty to watch, it was snapping bones and straining skin... nothing was nice about it. Not for Gene anyway.

But for Sam? Well, he got what he wanted. The wolf emerged not long after and padded along the basement floor before flopping down not far from Sam and watching him with sad eyes.

Anyone would think the wolf was pouting.

[hydeforareason]

Well the wolf shouldn't pout! Sam's fingers immediately sank into his fur. He missed him, this affectionate version of Gene. He missed him terribly and far too much and saying that would really hurt Gene's feelings.

"Should we stay in or go out tonight? It's nearly Christmas you know. Next month it might be too snowy to do it. So out, yes. And sorry, mate, you'll need your collar. Don't give me that look. I don't want you taken from me."

And truer words were never spoken.

Sam wrapped his arms around the wolf's neck. Moment of weakness. "I wish you weren't such a prat, Gene."