Fic: He Gets it While He Can, by jean_geanie (Brown-Cortina)
Title: He Gets it While He Can
Rating: Brownish-Cortina/NC-17
Author: jean_geanie
Pairings: Sam/Litton, Gene/Litton
Wordcount: 525
Summary: Litton was a man who thought he was a loner, but he knew it wouldn't last Gene and Sam have more in common than they think.
AN: huge thanks to candesgirl for encouraging me to post this :)
"This changes nothing."
"We've been over this before, mon Amie."
"It's just fucking, something to ease the tension. That's all."
"Last of the great romantics aren't you? Sure know how to make a man feel special."
"I'm not here for you Litton."
"The way you clench your eyes shut each time does lead one to that impression."
"And nobody finds out."
"Yes, Yes..."
"Don't do that."
"What?"
"Try an' kiss me."
"Oh I forgot, fucking and sucking only, silly me."
"If you don't like it..."
"No, I wouldn't dare complain, not when we're the...."
"Only two fags on the force?"
"Been spending time around Hunt have we?"
"Litton..."
"You know there's no future there..."
"Not here for advice."
"...even if he doesn't kill you when you declare your passionate love for him, the bastard would still kick you off his team without a second thought."
"You think I'd be here if I didn't know that?"
"Of course not, you're a clever one aren't you Inspector? Who knows? Maybe you should try it. It would do you good to stop following Hunt like a puppy and, once he rejects you, you might consider channelling some of that misplaced loyalty my way. I could use a decent D.I."
"Fuck you."
"No Sammy boy, fuck you. You might want to shut your eyes now."
"Fuck!"
"That's it...ahh.... so damn tight."
"Guv!"
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"This changes nothing."
"Not a thing."
"Jus' scratchin' an itch."
"Trying out new similes are we?"
"That's a metaphor you pompous arse."
"Oh but you do enjoy this pompous arse don't you, Hunt?"
"Don't flatter yourself, it jus' 'appens to be the most convenient piece of arse."
"Hmmm still a tad bitter that it's not Tyler's arse your nailing?"
"Don't even try it...."
"What?"
"Pretendin' like you know me."
"Oh I forgot, fucking and sucking only, silly me."
"If you don't like it..."
"No, I wouldn't dare complain, not when we're the...."
"Only two fags on the force?"
"You have such a lovely way with words."
"Litton..."
"You know there's no future there...not with the way he moons over that plonk of yours."
"Shut up."
"...even if he doesn't run away screaming when you confess your undying love you realize you're still going to lose that camaraderie you thrive off of. He'll be nothing to you but distant and professional. No more nightcaps at his place and no more opportunities to act on that filing cabinet fetish of yours. "
"Think I'd be here if I didn't know that?"
"Course not. Then again maybe you should give it a shot. If you make things awkward enough for the poor bastard he might leave your sorry excuse for a team and join mine."
"You stay the 'ell away from 'im. Tyler belongs with me."
"Does he now? I was sure he belonged to Cartwright who he's probably shagging right now with twice the speed and half the preamble of other persons I could name. "
"..."
"FUCK!"
"Still... urh... think I'm takin' it... too slow?"
"Don't think... that's.... possible, Hunt."
"Thought we 'ad a deal Litton."
"Sorry... don't think....ah... that's.... possible... Guv."
"Fuck! Yer so damn gorgeous Sammy."
"Ahhh..."
"Sam!"