Fic: Get Back by jean_geanie, Brown Cortina
Title: Get Back
Rating: Brown Cortina (to be safe)
Author:
jean_geanie
Pairings: Gene/Litton Sam/Litton, Gene/Sam
Word count: 3,270
Notes: This will probably make more sense if you've read He Gets It While He Can first
And a huge thanks to wyvernwolf for the brilliant (and fast) beta!
Sam missed databases. Well to be perfectly fair, what he missed was being able to find everything from a suspect’s first criminal offence and known associates down to their latest bowel movements, all at the click of a mouse. Technically, CID still had a database, in the literal definition of the word. Unfortunately it just happened to be implemented through ceiling high stacks of coffee-stained paper.
It had taken Sam three hours of non-stop searching just to find the one file Gene had demanded of him, when Sam had been on the verge of leaving for the night. Now, Sam intended to staple the damn thing to Gene's desk, help himself to a glass of his DCI's Scotch (damn the consequences), and then head home to wash the dust-caked sweat from his body.
Figuring that at half past two Gene would be anywhere but his office, Sam opened the door and walked in without bothering to knock. He was immediately greeted with the sounds of Litton gasping out an orgasm, and a clear view of Gene on his knees, nestled between the other man's legs. Unable to stop himself he dropped the file he was holding and watched as Litton's eyes snapped open and Gene's back tensed at the sound of the folder hitting the floor. Slowly Gene turned around and stood up, visibly wincing as he met Sam's eyes and ducking his head quickly in order to rub at his reddened mouth with the corner of his sleeve. Gene's coat and tie were discarded on the floor, the rest of his clothing was in disarray and Sam couldn't help noticing that his chief inspector's usually neatly tamed brown-blonde hair was tufted up at all angles (except where it had been conspicuously clumped together by Litton’s fists). Without breaking eye contact Gene drew himself up to his full height and jutted his chin out in a way that seemed both defensive and defiant. The only hint of his discomfort was the slight flush that coloured his cheeks. Litton however seemed to be enjoying himself, as he cleared his throat loudly and refastened his belt buckle with a positively gleeful expression on his face.
"I hope you aren't planning on arresting us Inspector," he said laconically as he straightened his tie, "we've used handcuffs before but I don't think my back is up to the challenge of a repeat performance."
Sam opened his mouth to retort but closed it again, gritting his teeth together in order to prevent himself from responding with anything that might betray his jealously. Litton winked at him and Sam clenched his hands into fists.
"You’re fucking unbelievable." Sam growled in a tone that completely bypassed the 'friendly' incredulity he was aiming for and was instead openly hostile. Litton shrugged his shoulders and Sam turned to leave, ignoring Gene calling his name since the man still hadn't moved from his lover’s side.
He had his hand on the door handle when he heard Litton approach him from behind.
"Giving up so soon?" Sam slowly turned back at Litton's words, his eyes narrowing in hatred. Gene glanced between the two of them, noting Sam's near-homicidal expression and Litton's insipid smirk, and seemed like he was preparing himself to intervene.
"Back off Litton." Gene growled, warningly. Litton ignored him and continued smirking. He took another step closer to Sam and leaned in to whisper in an exaggeratedly conspiratorial manner.
"Thought you'd have learned by now that quitters never prosper."
Sam shoved Litton backwards and, just as the man was about to lose his balance, darted a hand out to pull him back up by the knot of his tie. His brown eyes flashed dangerously.
"What did you say?"
"Careful Inspector, wouldn't want anyone to think you were jealous." Litton grinned and Sam threw an alarmed look at Gene who, thankfully, just seemed confused. Looking back at Litton, his upper lip curled in disgust and he released his hold. Litton's balance wavered for a moment but, although flustered, he managed to regain his footing.
"Get out," Sam spat. The man adjusted his collar and tie gingerly but didn't move.
"Oh you're not interested then? I was under the impression that you would like nothing more than to view Gene in the throes of orgasm, how his entire body shudders when he co-" Sam lunged forward, his fist striking out and meeting Litton's nose with a sickening crack. The impact sent the regional crime squad DCI falling backwards onto his arse. Gene moved quickly to stand between the two of them and from his position on the ground Litton laughed.
"Jealousy doesn't become you, Sam." He smiled through the blood streaming from his nose and despite his anger Sam started to feel the slightest pang of guilt, "Are you sure you wouldn't like a turn next? Gene has such a wicked tongue."
Any guilt he had felt vanished at that remark and Sam lunged forward again, only to find himself blocked by the wall that was Gene's body, and the strong hands pinning his arms to his sides. Gene lowered his mouth to Sam's ear.
"That's enough," He twisted around to glare at Litton. "Out. Now."
Litton brought a hand to his bloodied face and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"What? No ménage à trois?" he asked snidely. Sam struggled in Gene's arms but the larger man's hold didn't give.
"I said out Litton." Gene's voice was surprisingly calm, but the underlying threat in his tone finally got Litton moving. The man made his way to the door.
"You both know where to find me if you reconsider."
Sam struggled again but Gene tightened his hold. "Just ignore him, Sam. He's not worth it."
Sam blinked at him for the few seconds it took for Litton to leave the office and then suddenly began laughing so hard that he needed to lean into Gene's hold for support. He continued laughing almost hysterically until Gene eventually pushed him away in disgust and retreated to his desk. Gene stood there, leaning against the edge with arms folded over his chest.
"And just what, might I ask, is so bloody funny?" He glared at Sam who, finally gaining some control over himself rolled his eyes in response.
"Nothing. Since there’s absolutely nothing ridiculous about me walking into your office to find you giving head to a colleague and then, not ten minutes later, advising me to control my temper." Gene scrunched his face up, regretting it when Sam noticed his expression from the corner of his eye. Sam snorted. "Don't worry Gene, it's not your fault." He raised his eyebrows and smirked. "The best part is I get to blame my own deranged, and unexpectedly masochistic, imagination for this."
Gene rolled his eyes.
"You're a nutter."
Sam shrugged in response before moving to sit on the desk next to Gene, lifting his legs to rest his feet on the chair in front of him. Gene gave him a searching look and then reached backwards over the desk to retrieve a bottle of scotch from a drawer. He grabbed two glasses as well and poured out a healthy dose into each before holding Sam's out towards him. Sam accepted his with still twitching lips, and drank his whisky in silence as Gene seemed reluctant to say anything.
"So," Sam eventually drawled "...you and Litton?" Gene looked at Sam and inclined his head slightly in what could be considered a nod. "Must have been pretty desperate for a shag."
Gene gave Sam a slightly affronted look, and received an apologetic grin in response. He stared at Sam for a minute and then, seemingly deciding that Sam sounded more curious than condemning, grabbed the bottle to fill their glasses again. Sam continued speaking. "What I meant was why him and not some kid off Canal Street?" Gene flinched.
"I’m not a nonce Tyler!" he snarled. He filled his own glass, ignoring Sam's, and slammed the bottle back on the table between them. Sam rolled his eyes.
"Never said you were, you know as well as I do you can find men there of just about any age." Gene grimaced and Sam continued. "Just saying you had other options, Guv, so why Litton?"
"That's what you want to know?" Gene's tone was sceptical, and slightly bemused, but when Sam nodded he seemed to accept it.
"I don't get you Tyler, you looked sick to your stomach not one minute ago and now you want to chat about my love life." Sam sighed.
"I wasn't horrified by what I saw, Gene, just the circumstances."
Gene snorted.
"Oh. So, you're a poof then?"
Sam almost dropped his glass. "What?"
"Only one reason a man wouldn't be horrified by what you walked in on." Casually, Gene took Sam's glass from him and filled it again before handing it back.
"Just because I'm not the homophobic bastard you were pretending to be doesn't mean I'm gay."
Gene smirked.
"Yeah it does."
"Doesn't"
"Does.'
"Doesn't"
"Doesn't!"
"Does!"
Gene grinned and looked triumphant but Sam hastily continued. "-it even matter?" Gene peered at Sam over the top of his glass. When Sam didn't say anything he started drumming his fingers along the edge of the desk, counting the seconds until Sam broke. He reached three minutes before Sam snapped. "Fine, you're right. Satisfied?"
"What I want to know then, is why you were so angry with Litton. Not like you to punch a man over a few words." Gene paused and pursed his lips as a new thought occurred to him. "Unless you were jealous of course," he said the words in a nonchalant tone, but Sam avoided eye contact.
"Bloody hell. I'll kill him." Gene tone was hate filled and Sam started, looking sideways at Gene.
"What?" he asked. Gene ignored Sam in favour of staring at the wall to his right, looking like he was contemplating punching a hole through it. When he spoke Sam thought there was definitely a sullen edge to his tone.
"I told him to stay away from you and I meant it."
"Gene..." Gene's attention snapped back to Sam.
"How long?" he growled, his tone causing Sam to narrow his eyes.
"Excuse me?" he asked, his voice dangerously low.
Gene slowly put his glass back down on the table.
"How long has it been for you two?" he demanded. "How long have the two of you been fucking, Tyler?"
Sam shook his head.
"What exactly is knowing that going to achieve?"
Gene slammed his fist down on the table and stood up.
"If you won’t tell me I'll go and find him." He started moving but Sam was quicker, leaping up in front of Gene and blocking his path to the door.
"You wanted to defend him before and now suddenly you're ready to slit his throat?"
"The bastard knew." Gene jabbed a finger at Sam's chest. Sam looked genuinely confused.
"Knew what?"
Gene pursed his lips.
"Nothing."
"So you're goin' to kill him over nothing?" Sam asked sarcastically, regretting his tone when Gene looked away. Feeling horrible Sam suddenly realized that he might have come between a relationship that had been going strong long before he had arrived on the scene "Look Guv, if I knew he was with you I would've never. Do you really want to go and give the bastard the satisfaction of knowing he got to you?" Gene ignored him.
"How long Sam?" Sam groaned, then rolled his eyes and rubbed at his face with his hand. Gene didn't move.
Sam sighed.
"Since Christmas."
Gene shook his head.
"Couldn't be, I was there. You were with the team at the pub."
"Only until you went home to your wife and everyone else left to be with family." Gene looked slightly chastened but Sam felt exhausted. "Why does it matter Gene?"
Gene fished around in his pocket and eventually produced a cigarette and his lighter. He took his seat back on the desk and gestured for the other man to follow him but Sam didn't budge, still waiting for an answer.
"It means he started with you after I told him to keep his dick in his pants." He fiddled with the lighter and brought the cigarette to the resulting flame.
"Yeah? So what now?" Gene ignored Sam, and to the other man’s annoyance kept his eyes focused on the cigarette. "Y'know those things will kill you." Sam sneered.
Gene blew out a cloud of smoke deliberately slowly. "So you keep saying."
Frustrated, Sam snatched the cigarette from his hands. "I'm asking you a question! Where to from here?"
Gene glared and snatched the cigarette back.
"Damned if I know." Gene inhaled deeply before flicking his gaze up in the direction of Sam's face. "You still want him then?"
"'Litton?" Sam almost choked. "Gene... I never... would never."
"Then why did you sleep with him?" Sam ran a hand through his hair.
"Because he offered and I haven't had a decent shag since... well... a while."
The larger man shook his head.
"You could do better than him Sam."
Sam snorted.
"Yeah right." Gene extinguished his cigarette by grinding the end into the edge of the desk.
"I mean it. Pretty thing like you, tight trousers, young face," he smirked, "hung like a horse." (Sam was about to ask exactly how Gene knew that but blushed when he realized the man would have had ample opportunity during the honey trap fiasco.) "You wouldn't have difficulty finding someone else." He reached out to place a hand on Sam's shoulder before quickly withdrawing it.
"Er thanks," Sam's lips downturned into a puzzled frown.
"'S'true." Gene mumbled.
"Yeah? S'pose it doesn't help that the 'someone else' I'm interested in already has someone."
"Anyone I know? Could have a quiet word with him if you like."
"Oh you know him. Intimately." Sam gave him a sad smile and Gene glared back at him.
"Thought you said it weren't Litton." he griped.
Sam stared at him like he couldn't believe anyone could be so incredibly thick, only turning away when he saw the realisation slowly creep into the other man's blue eyes.
"Oh."
"Yeah..." Sam trailed off, looking away. "Look it's no big deal. Not like I was ever gonna act on it..."
Gene pursed his lips again.
"Quitters never prosper?" he asked.
"Hmm?" Sam looked at him.
"Litton. He knows doesn't he?"
It wasn't really a question so Sam didn't bother trying to deny it.
"It's why I was so upset. S'pose he hurt you more than he hurt me though."
"How do you figure that?" Gene sounded genuinely puzzled. Sam looked at him.
"Well he cheated on you didn't he?" Sam asked, frowning.
Gene dropped the cigarette he was halfway through lighting in shock.
"What? You think I was jealous over him?!"
"Well you stopped me from hitting him." Sam noted. Gene looked offended.
"I let you punch him!"
"Only once."
"Didn't want a queer bashing in my office, did I?"
"That's rich." Sam crossed his arms over his chest. Gene raked a hand through his hair in frustration.
"Look Sam, at the time I didn't think the man needed to have both his face and his career ruined in the one night. Since then my opinion has changed," Sam's lips twitched, "but I was trying to calm you down before you ran off to Frank to report the two fags."
"You honestly thought I would turn you in for that?" Sam tried to keep the hurt from his voice but couldn't quite manage it. Gene gave him a funny look and then shrugged.
"Wouldn't be the first."
"For God's sake Gene, I didn't turn you in for murder." When Gene remained silent Sam sighed and sat back down, next to him, on the desk. "So you and Litton aren't a couple then yeah?"
Gene snorted.
"A 'couple'? Bloody hell, I can't believe I was surprised you'd turned out to be light in the loafers.' He laughed, but soon stopped when he saw the look of displeasure on his DI's face.
"An answer please, Gene."
"No, Sam. We're not." He smirked. "Might be a poof but I've got some taste." Sam glared at him, still unimpressed and Gene continued. "We had an arrangement. He got sex in return for behaving like someone else for me and I could trust him to keep his mouth shut about it."
"Then if you weren't angry at him for cheating...." Sam trailed off, his confusion obvious. Gene let out a frustrated groan.
"I was jealous over him shagging you, you daft bastard."
Sam stared at him, clearly shocked, and then laughed.
"No you weren't."
Gene glared at him in annoyance but the effect was softened by his barely hidden amusement.
"You're honestly disagreeing with me about this?"
Sam laughed again, smiling at Gene who started grinning in response.
"Wouldn't dare." he quipped. He tilted his head to the side and continued studying Gene. "You're really not taking the piss are you?"
"Already said I wasn't."
"Well." Sam was stunned; Gene nudged him (not so gently) on the shoulder, forcing Sam to stand in order to avoid losing his balance.
"Well? I've just confided my deepest bloody secret like some bleeding heart and that's the best you got?! Well?!"
Sam grinned.
"Well... what did you have in mind?" Gene sniffed at that.
"I would think that such a display of sensitivity would merit a good seeing too."
"Oh is that right?" Sam leered and Gene bit his lip, "over your desk Guv?" he asked, moving in front of Gene as the other man grinned.
"Wouldn't say no."
"Hmmm, you'd be able to smell us on the wood for ages you realise." The words were whispered close enough for Sam's breath to warm Gene's face. Gene grinned.
"Could think of worse things."
"Is that so?" Sam stepped forward and, using one hand, pushed an unresisting Gene backwards into a seated position on his desk. "You sure?"
"Sam?'
"Yeah?"
"Shut it."
Sam's protest was smothered by Gene's lips crashing into his with bruising force. Conceding defeat he placed both hands palm down on either side Gene's face, fingertips spread out into the man's hair, and kissed back in earnest. Seconds later he shoved Gene away, pulling a face and wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.
Gene grabbed him by the lapels of his jacket and pulled him forward, growling when Sam peeled his fingers off and pushed Gene away again.
"Don't." Sam warned. Gene sat back further on the desk, glaring at him.
"You bloody tease."
Sam bristled.
"Oi, I just got a taste of something on your tongue that wasn't exactly exclusively Gene Hunt so unless you've got a toothbrush on you, you can just forget it."
"Oh. Sorry."
Sam couldn't help but be amused by the fact Gene actually had the good grace to look contrite. The man didn't look happy about it, but he stood back up. "Meet you back at your place?" he asked, Sam nodded. Gene looked down at his trousers and groaned. "And what am I supposed to do with this until then?" He stood up but Sam instantly pushed him back down again.
Gene glanced back at Sam and thought that the man's grin seemed positively feral as he closed the space between them and nudged Gene's thighs apart with his knee. Unzipping Gene's pants, he slid his hand into the man's y-fronts.
"I'm sure we can think of something, Guv." Gene groaned as Sam's hold on him tightened.
"I bloody well hope so, Sammy."
Rating: Brown Cortina (to be safe)
Author:
jean_geanie
Pairings: Gene/Litton Sam/Litton, Gene/Sam
Word count: 3,270
Notes: This will probably make more sense if you've read He Gets It While He Can first
And a huge thanks to wyvernwolf for the brilliant (and fast) beta!
Sam missed databases. Well to be perfectly fair, what he missed was being able to find everything from a suspect’s first criminal offence and known associates down to their latest bowel movements, all at the click of a mouse. Technically, CID still had a database, in the literal definition of the word. Unfortunately it just happened to be implemented through ceiling high stacks of coffee-stained paper.
It had taken Sam three hours of non-stop searching just to find the one file Gene had demanded of him, when Sam had been on the verge of leaving for the night. Now, Sam intended to staple the damn thing to Gene's desk, help himself to a glass of his DCI's Scotch (damn the consequences), and then head home to wash the dust-caked sweat from his body.
Figuring that at half past two Gene would be anywhere but his office, Sam opened the door and walked in without bothering to knock. He was immediately greeted with the sounds of Litton gasping out an orgasm, and a clear view of Gene on his knees, nestled between the other man's legs. Unable to stop himself he dropped the file he was holding and watched as Litton's eyes snapped open and Gene's back tensed at the sound of the folder hitting the floor. Slowly Gene turned around and stood up, visibly wincing as he met Sam's eyes and ducking his head quickly in order to rub at his reddened mouth with the corner of his sleeve. Gene's coat and tie were discarded on the floor, the rest of his clothing was in disarray and Sam couldn't help noticing that his chief inspector's usually neatly tamed brown-blonde hair was tufted up at all angles (except where it had been conspicuously clumped together by Litton’s fists). Without breaking eye contact Gene drew himself up to his full height and jutted his chin out in a way that seemed both defensive and defiant. The only hint of his discomfort was the slight flush that coloured his cheeks. Litton however seemed to be enjoying himself, as he cleared his throat loudly and refastened his belt buckle with a positively gleeful expression on his face.
"I hope you aren't planning on arresting us Inspector," he said laconically as he straightened his tie, "we've used handcuffs before but I don't think my back is up to the challenge of a repeat performance."
Sam opened his mouth to retort but closed it again, gritting his teeth together in order to prevent himself from responding with anything that might betray his jealously. Litton winked at him and Sam clenched his hands into fists.
"You’re fucking unbelievable." Sam growled in a tone that completely bypassed the 'friendly' incredulity he was aiming for and was instead openly hostile. Litton shrugged his shoulders and Sam turned to leave, ignoring Gene calling his name since the man still hadn't moved from his lover’s side.
He had his hand on the door handle when he heard Litton approach him from behind.
"Giving up so soon?" Sam slowly turned back at Litton's words, his eyes narrowing in hatred. Gene glanced between the two of them, noting Sam's near-homicidal expression and Litton's insipid smirk, and seemed like he was preparing himself to intervene.
"Back off Litton." Gene growled, warningly. Litton ignored him and continued smirking. He took another step closer to Sam and leaned in to whisper in an exaggeratedly conspiratorial manner.
"Thought you'd have learned by now that quitters never prosper."
Sam shoved Litton backwards and, just as the man was about to lose his balance, darted a hand out to pull him back up by the knot of his tie. His brown eyes flashed dangerously.
"What did you say?"
"Careful Inspector, wouldn't want anyone to think you were jealous." Litton grinned and Sam threw an alarmed look at Gene who, thankfully, just seemed confused. Looking back at Litton, his upper lip curled in disgust and he released his hold. Litton's balance wavered for a moment but, although flustered, he managed to regain his footing.
"Get out," Sam spat. The man adjusted his collar and tie gingerly but didn't move.
"Oh you're not interested then? I was under the impression that you would like nothing more than to view Gene in the throes of orgasm, how his entire body shudders when he co-" Sam lunged forward, his fist striking out and meeting Litton's nose with a sickening crack. The impact sent the regional crime squad DCI falling backwards onto his arse. Gene moved quickly to stand between the two of them and from his position on the ground Litton laughed.
"Jealousy doesn't become you, Sam." He smiled through the blood streaming from his nose and despite his anger Sam started to feel the slightest pang of guilt, "Are you sure you wouldn't like a turn next? Gene has such a wicked tongue."
Any guilt he had felt vanished at that remark and Sam lunged forward again, only to find himself blocked by the wall that was Gene's body, and the strong hands pinning his arms to his sides. Gene lowered his mouth to Sam's ear.
"That's enough," He twisted around to glare at Litton. "Out. Now."
Litton brought a hand to his bloodied face and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"What? No ménage à trois?" he asked snidely. Sam struggled in Gene's arms but the larger man's hold didn't give.
"I said out Litton." Gene's voice was surprisingly calm, but the underlying threat in his tone finally got Litton moving. The man made his way to the door.
"You both know where to find me if you reconsider."
Sam struggled again but Gene tightened his hold. "Just ignore him, Sam. He's not worth it."
Sam blinked at him for the few seconds it took for Litton to leave the office and then suddenly began laughing so hard that he needed to lean into Gene's hold for support. He continued laughing almost hysterically until Gene eventually pushed him away in disgust and retreated to his desk. Gene stood there, leaning against the edge with arms folded over his chest.
"And just what, might I ask, is so bloody funny?" He glared at Sam who, finally gaining some control over himself rolled his eyes in response.
"Nothing. Since there’s absolutely nothing ridiculous about me walking into your office to find you giving head to a colleague and then, not ten minutes later, advising me to control my temper." Gene scrunched his face up, regretting it when Sam noticed his expression from the corner of his eye. Sam snorted. "Don't worry Gene, it's not your fault." He raised his eyebrows and smirked. "The best part is I get to blame my own deranged, and unexpectedly masochistic, imagination for this."
Gene rolled his eyes.
"You're a nutter."
Sam shrugged in response before moving to sit on the desk next to Gene, lifting his legs to rest his feet on the chair in front of him. Gene gave him a searching look and then reached backwards over the desk to retrieve a bottle of scotch from a drawer. He grabbed two glasses as well and poured out a healthy dose into each before holding Sam's out towards him. Sam accepted his with still twitching lips, and drank his whisky in silence as Gene seemed reluctant to say anything.
"So," Sam eventually drawled "...you and Litton?" Gene looked at Sam and inclined his head slightly in what could be considered a nod. "Must have been pretty desperate for a shag."
Gene gave Sam a slightly affronted look, and received an apologetic grin in response. He stared at Sam for a minute and then, seemingly deciding that Sam sounded more curious than condemning, grabbed the bottle to fill their glasses again. Sam continued speaking. "What I meant was why him and not some kid off Canal Street?" Gene flinched.
"I’m not a nonce Tyler!" he snarled. He filled his own glass, ignoring Sam's, and slammed the bottle back on the table between them. Sam rolled his eyes.
"Never said you were, you know as well as I do you can find men there of just about any age." Gene grimaced and Sam continued. "Just saying you had other options, Guv, so why Litton?"
"That's what you want to know?" Gene's tone was sceptical, and slightly bemused, but when Sam nodded he seemed to accept it.
"I don't get you Tyler, you looked sick to your stomach not one minute ago and now you want to chat about my love life." Sam sighed.
"I wasn't horrified by what I saw, Gene, just the circumstances."
Gene snorted.
"Oh. So, you're a poof then?"
Sam almost dropped his glass. "What?"
"Only one reason a man wouldn't be horrified by what you walked in on." Casually, Gene took Sam's glass from him and filled it again before handing it back.
"Just because I'm not the homophobic bastard you were pretending to be doesn't mean I'm gay."
Gene smirked.
"Yeah it does."
"Doesn't"
"Does.'
"Doesn't"
"Doesn't!"
"Does!"
Gene grinned and looked triumphant but Sam hastily continued. "-it even matter?" Gene peered at Sam over the top of his glass. When Sam didn't say anything he started drumming his fingers along the edge of the desk, counting the seconds until Sam broke. He reached three minutes before Sam snapped. "Fine, you're right. Satisfied?"
"What I want to know then, is why you were so angry with Litton. Not like you to punch a man over a few words." Gene paused and pursed his lips as a new thought occurred to him. "Unless you were jealous of course," he said the words in a nonchalant tone, but Sam avoided eye contact.
"Bloody hell. I'll kill him." Gene tone was hate filled and Sam started, looking sideways at Gene.
"What?" he asked. Gene ignored Sam in favour of staring at the wall to his right, looking like he was contemplating punching a hole through it. When he spoke Sam thought there was definitely a sullen edge to his tone.
"I told him to stay away from you and I meant it."
"Gene..." Gene's attention snapped back to Sam.
"How long?" he growled, his tone causing Sam to narrow his eyes.
"Excuse me?" he asked, his voice dangerously low.
Gene slowly put his glass back down on the table.
"How long has it been for you two?" he demanded. "How long have the two of you been fucking, Tyler?"
Sam shook his head.
"What exactly is knowing that going to achieve?"
Gene slammed his fist down on the table and stood up.
"If you won’t tell me I'll go and find him." He started moving but Sam was quicker, leaping up in front of Gene and blocking his path to the door.
"You wanted to defend him before and now suddenly you're ready to slit his throat?"
"The bastard knew." Gene jabbed a finger at Sam's chest. Sam looked genuinely confused.
"Knew what?"
Gene pursed his lips.
"Nothing."
"So you're goin' to kill him over nothing?" Sam asked sarcastically, regretting his tone when Gene looked away. Feeling horrible Sam suddenly realized that he might have come between a relationship that had been going strong long before he had arrived on the scene "Look Guv, if I knew he was with you I would've never. Do you really want to go and give the bastard the satisfaction of knowing he got to you?" Gene ignored him.
"How long Sam?" Sam groaned, then rolled his eyes and rubbed at his face with his hand. Gene didn't move.
Sam sighed.
"Since Christmas."
Gene shook his head.
"Couldn't be, I was there. You were with the team at the pub."
"Only until you went home to your wife and everyone else left to be with family." Gene looked slightly chastened but Sam felt exhausted. "Why does it matter Gene?"
Gene fished around in his pocket and eventually produced a cigarette and his lighter. He took his seat back on the desk and gestured for the other man to follow him but Sam didn't budge, still waiting for an answer.
"It means he started with you after I told him to keep his dick in his pants." He fiddled with the lighter and brought the cigarette to the resulting flame.
"Yeah? So what now?" Gene ignored Sam, and to the other man’s annoyance kept his eyes focused on the cigarette. "Y'know those things will kill you." Sam sneered.
Gene blew out a cloud of smoke deliberately slowly. "So you keep saying."
Frustrated, Sam snatched the cigarette from his hands. "I'm asking you a question! Where to from here?"
Gene glared and snatched the cigarette back.
"Damned if I know." Gene inhaled deeply before flicking his gaze up in the direction of Sam's face. "You still want him then?"
"'Litton?" Sam almost choked. "Gene... I never... would never."
"Then why did you sleep with him?" Sam ran a hand through his hair.
"Because he offered and I haven't had a decent shag since... well... a while."
The larger man shook his head.
"You could do better than him Sam."
Sam snorted.
"Yeah right." Gene extinguished his cigarette by grinding the end into the edge of the desk.
"I mean it. Pretty thing like you, tight trousers, young face," he smirked, "hung like a horse." (Sam was about to ask exactly how Gene knew that but blushed when he realized the man would have had ample opportunity during the honey trap fiasco.) "You wouldn't have difficulty finding someone else." He reached out to place a hand on Sam's shoulder before quickly withdrawing it.
"Er thanks," Sam's lips downturned into a puzzled frown.
"'S'true." Gene mumbled.
"Yeah? S'pose it doesn't help that the 'someone else' I'm interested in already has someone."
"Anyone I know? Could have a quiet word with him if you like."
"Oh you know him. Intimately." Sam gave him a sad smile and Gene glared back at him.
"Thought you said it weren't Litton." he griped.
Sam stared at him like he couldn't believe anyone could be so incredibly thick, only turning away when he saw the realisation slowly creep into the other man's blue eyes.
"Oh."
"Yeah..." Sam trailed off, looking away. "Look it's no big deal. Not like I was ever gonna act on it..."
Gene pursed his lips again.
"Quitters never prosper?" he asked.
"Hmm?" Sam looked at him.
"Litton. He knows doesn't he?"
It wasn't really a question so Sam didn't bother trying to deny it.
"It's why I was so upset. S'pose he hurt you more than he hurt me though."
"How do you figure that?" Gene sounded genuinely puzzled. Sam looked at him.
"Well he cheated on you didn't he?" Sam asked, frowning.
Gene dropped the cigarette he was halfway through lighting in shock.
"What? You think I was jealous over him?!"
"Well you stopped me from hitting him." Sam noted. Gene looked offended.
"I let you punch him!"
"Only once."
"Didn't want a queer bashing in my office, did I?"
"That's rich." Sam crossed his arms over his chest. Gene raked a hand through his hair in frustration.
"Look Sam, at the time I didn't think the man needed to have both his face and his career ruined in the one night. Since then my opinion has changed," Sam's lips twitched, "but I was trying to calm you down before you ran off to Frank to report the two fags."
"You honestly thought I would turn you in for that?" Sam tried to keep the hurt from his voice but couldn't quite manage it. Gene gave him a funny look and then shrugged.
"Wouldn't be the first."
"For God's sake Gene, I didn't turn you in for murder." When Gene remained silent Sam sighed and sat back down, next to him, on the desk. "So you and Litton aren't a couple then yeah?"
Gene snorted.
"A 'couple'? Bloody hell, I can't believe I was surprised you'd turned out to be light in the loafers.' He laughed, but soon stopped when he saw the look of displeasure on his DI's face.
"An answer please, Gene."
"No, Sam. We're not." He smirked. "Might be a poof but I've got some taste." Sam glared at him, still unimpressed and Gene continued. "We had an arrangement. He got sex in return for behaving like someone else for me and I could trust him to keep his mouth shut about it."
"Then if you weren't angry at him for cheating...." Sam trailed off, his confusion obvious. Gene let out a frustrated groan.
"I was jealous over him shagging you, you daft bastard."
Sam stared at him, clearly shocked, and then laughed.
"No you weren't."
Gene glared at him in annoyance but the effect was softened by his barely hidden amusement.
"You're honestly disagreeing with me about this?"
Sam laughed again, smiling at Gene who started grinning in response.
"Wouldn't dare." he quipped. He tilted his head to the side and continued studying Gene. "You're really not taking the piss are you?"
"Already said I wasn't."
"Well." Sam was stunned; Gene nudged him (not so gently) on the shoulder, forcing Sam to stand in order to avoid losing his balance.
"Well? I've just confided my deepest bloody secret like some bleeding heart and that's the best you got?! Well?!"
Sam grinned.
"Well... what did you have in mind?" Gene sniffed at that.
"I would think that such a display of sensitivity would merit a good seeing too."
"Oh is that right?" Sam leered and Gene bit his lip, "over your desk Guv?" he asked, moving in front of Gene as the other man grinned.
"Wouldn't say no."
"Hmmm, you'd be able to smell us on the wood for ages you realise." The words were whispered close enough for Sam's breath to warm Gene's face. Gene grinned.
"Could think of worse things."
"Is that so?" Sam stepped forward and, using one hand, pushed an unresisting Gene backwards into a seated position on his desk. "You sure?"
"Sam?'
"Yeah?"
"Shut it."
Sam's protest was smothered by Gene's lips crashing into his with bruising force. Conceding defeat he placed both hands palm down on either side Gene's face, fingertips spread out into the man's hair, and kissed back in earnest. Seconds later he shoved Gene away, pulling a face and wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.
Gene grabbed him by the lapels of his jacket and pulled him forward, growling when Sam peeled his fingers off and pushed Gene away again.
"Don't." Sam warned. Gene sat back further on the desk, glaring at him.
"You bloody tease."
Sam bristled.
"Oi, I just got a taste of something on your tongue that wasn't exactly exclusively Gene Hunt so unless you've got a toothbrush on you, you can just forget it."
"Oh. Sorry."
Sam couldn't help but be amused by the fact Gene actually had the good grace to look contrite. The man didn't look happy about it, but he stood back up. "Meet you back at your place?" he asked, Sam nodded. Gene looked down at his trousers and groaned. "And what am I supposed to do with this until then?" He stood up but Sam instantly pushed him back down again.
Gene glanced back at Sam and thought that the man's grin seemed positively feral as he closed the space between them and nudged Gene's thighs apart with his knee. Unzipping Gene's pants, he slid his hand into the man's y-fronts.
"I'm sure we can think of something, Guv." Gene groaned as Sam's hold on him tightened.
"I bloody well hope so, Sammy."