Fic: Enlightened by dragonlit - Brown Cortina
Title: Enlightened
Characters: Sam, Gene, Annie
Rating: Brown Cortina for slashiness, voyeurism
Word Count: 1763
Summary: Annie stumbles upon a scene she was not expecting or wanting to see.
Notes: This was actually the third prompt that candesgirl and I did from the 3AM Epiphany book. Briefly, the prompt said to write a fragment of a story from the POV of an unreliable narrator - third person limited narration. 500 words. One was supposed to display a scene that was not really true, was a false perception in the narrator's mind and then show it to be false. This obviously is more than the 500 words but if you stop after the first three paragraphs, you'll get the original one I did for the prompt. However, based on some chatting with the afore mentioned candesgirl I decided to continue it, delving into the darker aspects. This is the result of not being able to get the picture out of my head and I blame/thank her for it. Unbeta'ed and the last part is pwp, so you've been warned. Any comments or corrections are more than welcome!
Annie felt like a teenager again, with that “butterflies in the stomach” feeling of her first crush. Her feet danced as she left the station and into the night. She could not erase the grin that was becoming permanently etched on her face. He had come so close to kissing her. She could still see his mouth slightly open, his eyes staring at her mouth, drinking it in. She had felt the electricity arc between them as he moved closer, as she waiting for his lips to close the gap between them. If it hadn’t been for his stomach, his pain, she knew it would finally have happened. She’d wanted this for so long, since the first day he had walked into the station, the first time he’d said a kind word to her and treated her like an equal. Sam was just the kind of man she had been waiting for - kind, considerate, brilliant and it didn’t hurt that he had that sweet face. All the times he had brushed against her, touched her gently on the small of her back to guide her along, the looks he’d given her, silent but speaking volumes, she had know, had hoped but had brushed them aside. He was as good as her boss and she hadn’t wanted to jeopardize her job in any way. But hadn’t he come to her, leaned on her in his madness? Hadn’t she supported him, kept his secrets? Yes, he depended on her and she loved that about him too.
But he was definitely all man. She knew now that he’d stay, and stay for her. Mrs. Sam Tyler, she said aloud and then looked around to make sure no one had heard. The schoolgirl was resurfacing but she couldn’t contain it. She was giddy with the possibilities, more than possibilities now.
She rounded the corner and in the distance of the alley, she saw him, his back turned towards her. Her heart skipped a beat and she started towards him but when she was no more than ten feet away, saw DCI Hunt approaching from the opposite direction. She really didn’t want to discuss work and knowing that would likely be the direction the men’s conversation would take, decided to hold back. When she saw the two men starting to scuffle, she wanted to stop them. Sam had suffered enough blows from Hunt and she really though she should say something. They turned sideways and Annie’s heart dropped for those were not blows that the older man was dealing Sam. His mouth was grinding into Sam’s. Annie wanted to run and rescue Sam from the lecherous pervert until she saw Sam’s hand move towards Hunt’s head. He could take care of himself, land a blow, push himself away, she knew. Instead, his fingers entwined in Hunt’s hair and he returned the pressure. Annie’s jaw dropped as she saw the lips that were meant for hers moving in betrayal.
Her lungs felt seared as she gasped in air. She backed into the shadows, her body pressed against the wall, eyes closed burning with tears that she refused to shed. She felt dreams dashed and knew she needed to bolt away. Like a trapped animal, her eyes darted around the alley. She had to escape unseen but escape seemed impossible. Any movement might be detected by them and that she could not bear. She would have to stay still until they left, remain motionless and silent. She glanced towards them, fleetingly, refusing to acknowledge their existence. She was strong and was not going to let any man destroy her spirit. When the image of the two registered, reverberated behind her eyes, she decided that this might be an opportunity to gain some understanding of this condition. She had studied psychology after all. Homosexuality had only been briefly discussed as if it was aberrant behaviour, abnormal but still, she could gain some insight. She had never actually known anyone who had the condition. There had been joking more than anything at the university about fags and such but no one she knew had even met a homosexual, at least that she was aware of. It was like a hand crushing her heart but she would gain what she could from this. She turned her head back to the two men, caught in their dance, oblivious to the outside world.
Sam’s hand had not moved from the grip she had already seen. He seemed to be trying to pull Hunt into himself, crushing his lips into the man. These were not the tender kisses she was used to, soft lips tasting another. Sam looked like he was trying to devour Hunt, mouth open and greedy to consume as much as he could. Her DCI fed the younger man, returning the hunger, pressing down hard and with a fierceness she had seen in his dealing with the scum of the city, focused, relentless. She had only once had a tongue pressed into her mouth and remembered it as slightly repulsive; sharing spit, she had thought at the time. These two obviously didn’t share her take on that experience.
She shuddered and wanted to draw her eyes away but something was stirring in her, keeping her eyes focused on the drama. She told herself it was educational. Yes, educational, and who was she to stop learning and at least gain something from this blow.
Sam tore his mouth away from Hunt, gasping like a swimmer who had found himself floundering too deep under the water. Hunt’s eyes burned into his DI. Sam’s hands moved to Hunt’s waist, tearing the belt back, unfastening the snap and with shaking hands, lowering the zip. Hunt’s chest heaved but his eyes never moved, boring into Sam’s face. He looked like a proud warrior intimidating his enemy with merely a look, a cobra hypnotizing its prey. When Sam’s hand slipped inside Hunt’s trousers, Annie knew she had to look away. She was no virgin who had not seen a man’s penis before, but this was her DCI. This was not right. She should not be watching this, could not watch this. Before panic could set in, Sam had released Hunt’s erection and all Annie could do was stare at it in wonder. It was hard and thick and bigger than she ever imagined was possible. In spite of her mind screaming at her that she needed to stop staring, her body was definitely reacting to the sight. Now, she wondered, what was Tyler going to do with it? Educational, she reminded herself; this was educational. He certainly didn’t have the right place to put it so she supposed... well, she didn’t have a clue what was supposed to happen next.
Hunt groaned and Annie started. He was obviously enjoying this, the touch of Sam’s hands around his - well, what was she supposed to call it, she wondered. The word cock sprung unbidden and she nodded. Yes, cock was the right word given the circumstances. She giggled to herself thinking how shocked her mother would be if she knew her Annie was even thinking the word - cock. It had the right feel though in her mind. It had the right feel for the way her body was reacting too.
Annie was the one to groan next, a reaction that came as a complete surprise, when she saw Sam sink down to his knees. Luckily, she had brought her hand to her mouth before any sound had escaped. Sam stared for a moment almost in wonder, Annie suspected, exploring the skin under his hand, a hand that had a firm grasp on Hunt’s cock, that moved with smooth, slow movements up and down the length. His mouth moved closer to Hunt and opened, tongue flicking out, teasing the end and licking the bead of moisture that was glistening in the dim light of the alley. His tongue made two more teasing swipes and then circled the head of Hunt’s cock. Sam’s mouth left a sheen that almost illuminated it, making it a beacon to Annie’s eyes. The tongue trailed slowly around the shining head until Hunt growled “Get on with it Tyler. I want you to suck it.”
Annie shuddered a little, remembering her first and only experience in Sam’s position, feeling repulsed by the idea, wanting to escape. How could anyone actually want to put that thing in their mouths? Evidently, repulsion was not something Sam felt as he smiled up at Hunt, pressed his lips carefully to his length and slipped them slowly over the head. She watched Sam’s cheeks pulse and his eyes roll back as he sucked slowly so evidently enjoying the feel of it in his mouth. Gene growled again and pressed his hands against the back of Sam’s head. Sam pulled his mouth away and tore Gene’s trousers down. He cupped his hand around Gene’s balls and began trailing his tongue up the length of him.
“Stop the fucking teasing Tyler.”
“I’m just doing it by the book Guv. You do remember the book don’t you?”
“Fuck you and your books. Kama Putra or whatever. This time, we’re doing it my way, old school.”
Sam grinned that cheeky grin that had never been directed Annie’s way and covered Hunt’s cock with his mouth, taking him in further than Annie believed was possible. Hunt beat a rhythm into Sam’s throat, a steadily increasing pulse. Hunt’s hands press Sam’s head towards him, holding Sam, capturing Sam, controlling Sam. Sam’s hands were firmly grasping Hunt’s ass making sure that Hunt could not escape. Annie didn’t really know who was in charge here but when Hunt finally let out a cry, and shuddered in release, Annie believed she knew.
Sam didn’t move his mouth away until Gene stopped his thrusts. Sam continued to suck even after Gene had moved back against the brick wall, looking as if his knees would buckle under him. Sam slowly pulled his mouth away and swallowed as his lips drew the last drops of Gene’s release from around him. There was something so tender about the way Sam moved to standing and kissed his lover, something that Annie knew could never be directed her way, that made the ache in her heart ease a little.
That moment was also the most intimate she had witnessed, more intimate somehow that the act itself. When Sam turned to look at her, smiled that sweet smile of his, that smile that she knew would always be there for her, she nodded, turned and made her way into the night.
Characters: Sam, Gene, Annie
Rating: Brown Cortina for slashiness, voyeurism
Word Count: 1763
Summary: Annie stumbles upon a scene she was not expecting or wanting to see.
Notes: This was actually the third prompt that candesgirl and I did from the 3AM Epiphany book. Briefly, the prompt said to write a fragment of a story from the POV of an unreliable narrator - third person limited narration. 500 words. One was supposed to display a scene that was not really true, was a false perception in the narrator's mind and then show it to be false. This obviously is more than the 500 words but if you stop after the first three paragraphs, you'll get the original one I did for the prompt. However, based on some chatting with the afore mentioned candesgirl I decided to continue it, delving into the darker aspects. This is the result of not being able to get the picture out of my head and I blame/thank her for it. Unbeta'ed and the last part is pwp, so you've been warned. Any comments or corrections are more than welcome!
Annie felt like a teenager again, with that “butterflies in the stomach” feeling of her first crush. Her feet danced as she left the station and into the night. She could not erase the grin that was becoming permanently etched on her face. He had come so close to kissing her. She could still see his mouth slightly open, his eyes staring at her mouth, drinking it in. She had felt the electricity arc between them as he moved closer, as she waiting for his lips to close the gap between them. If it hadn’t been for his stomach, his pain, she knew it would finally have happened. She’d wanted this for so long, since the first day he had walked into the station, the first time he’d said a kind word to her and treated her like an equal. Sam was just the kind of man she had been waiting for - kind, considerate, brilliant and it didn’t hurt that he had that sweet face. All the times he had brushed against her, touched her gently on the small of her back to guide her along, the looks he’d given her, silent but speaking volumes, she had know, had hoped but had brushed them aside. He was as good as her boss and she hadn’t wanted to jeopardize her job in any way. But hadn’t he come to her, leaned on her in his madness? Hadn’t she supported him, kept his secrets? Yes, he depended on her and she loved that about him too.
But he was definitely all man. She knew now that he’d stay, and stay for her. Mrs. Sam Tyler, she said aloud and then looked around to make sure no one had heard. The schoolgirl was resurfacing but she couldn’t contain it. She was giddy with the possibilities, more than possibilities now.
She rounded the corner and in the distance of the alley, she saw him, his back turned towards her. Her heart skipped a beat and she started towards him but when she was no more than ten feet away, saw DCI Hunt approaching from the opposite direction. She really didn’t want to discuss work and knowing that would likely be the direction the men’s conversation would take, decided to hold back. When she saw the two men starting to scuffle, she wanted to stop them. Sam had suffered enough blows from Hunt and she really though she should say something. They turned sideways and Annie’s heart dropped for those were not blows that the older man was dealing Sam. His mouth was grinding into Sam’s. Annie wanted to run and rescue Sam from the lecherous pervert until she saw Sam’s hand move towards Hunt’s head. He could take care of himself, land a blow, push himself away, she knew. Instead, his fingers entwined in Hunt’s hair and he returned the pressure. Annie’s jaw dropped as she saw the lips that were meant for hers moving in betrayal.
Her lungs felt seared as she gasped in air. She backed into the shadows, her body pressed against the wall, eyes closed burning with tears that she refused to shed. She felt dreams dashed and knew she needed to bolt away. Like a trapped animal, her eyes darted around the alley. She had to escape unseen but escape seemed impossible. Any movement might be detected by them and that she could not bear. She would have to stay still until they left, remain motionless and silent. She glanced towards them, fleetingly, refusing to acknowledge their existence. She was strong and was not going to let any man destroy her spirit. When the image of the two registered, reverberated behind her eyes, she decided that this might be an opportunity to gain some understanding of this condition. She had studied psychology after all. Homosexuality had only been briefly discussed as if it was aberrant behaviour, abnormal but still, she could gain some insight. She had never actually known anyone who had the condition. There had been joking more than anything at the university about fags and such but no one she knew had even met a homosexual, at least that she was aware of. It was like a hand crushing her heart but she would gain what she could from this. She turned her head back to the two men, caught in their dance, oblivious to the outside world.
Sam’s hand had not moved from the grip she had already seen. He seemed to be trying to pull Hunt into himself, crushing his lips into the man. These were not the tender kisses she was used to, soft lips tasting another. Sam looked like he was trying to devour Hunt, mouth open and greedy to consume as much as he could. Her DCI fed the younger man, returning the hunger, pressing down hard and with a fierceness she had seen in his dealing with the scum of the city, focused, relentless. She had only once had a tongue pressed into her mouth and remembered it as slightly repulsive; sharing spit, she had thought at the time. These two obviously didn’t share her take on that experience.
She shuddered and wanted to draw her eyes away but something was stirring in her, keeping her eyes focused on the drama. She told herself it was educational. Yes, educational, and who was she to stop learning and at least gain something from this blow.
Sam tore his mouth away from Hunt, gasping like a swimmer who had found himself floundering too deep under the water. Hunt’s eyes burned into his DI. Sam’s hands moved to Hunt’s waist, tearing the belt back, unfastening the snap and with shaking hands, lowering the zip. Hunt’s chest heaved but his eyes never moved, boring into Sam’s face. He looked like a proud warrior intimidating his enemy with merely a look, a cobra hypnotizing its prey. When Sam’s hand slipped inside Hunt’s trousers, Annie knew she had to look away. She was no virgin who had not seen a man’s penis before, but this was her DCI. This was not right. She should not be watching this, could not watch this. Before panic could set in, Sam had released Hunt’s erection and all Annie could do was stare at it in wonder. It was hard and thick and bigger than she ever imagined was possible. In spite of her mind screaming at her that she needed to stop staring, her body was definitely reacting to the sight. Now, she wondered, what was Tyler going to do with it? Educational, she reminded herself; this was educational. He certainly didn’t have the right place to put it so she supposed... well, she didn’t have a clue what was supposed to happen next.
Hunt groaned and Annie started. He was obviously enjoying this, the touch of Sam’s hands around his - well, what was she supposed to call it, she wondered. The word cock sprung unbidden and she nodded. Yes, cock was the right word given the circumstances. She giggled to herself thinking how shocked her mother would be if she knew her Annie was even thinking the word - cock. It had the right feel though in her mind. It had the right feel for the way her body was reacting too.
Annie was the one to groan next, a reaction that came as a complete surprise, when she saw Sam sink down to his knees. Luckily, she had brought her hand to her mouth before any sound had escaped. Sam stared for a moment almost in wonder, Annie suspected, exploring the skin under his hand, a hand that had a firm grasp on Hunt’s cock, that moved with smooth, slow movements up and down the length. His mouth moved closer to Hunt and opened, tongue flicking out, teasing the end and licking the bead of moisture that was glistening in the dim light of the alley. His tongue made two more teasing swipes and then circled the head of Hunt’s cock. Sam’s mouth left a sheen that almost illuminated it, making it a beacon to Annie’s eyes. The tongue trailed slowly around the shining head until Hunt growled “Get on with it Tyler. I want you to suck it.”
Annie shuddered a little, remembering her first and only experience in Sam’s position, feeling repulsed by the idea, wanting to escape. How could anyone actually want to put that thing in their mouths? Evidently, repulsion was not something Sam felt as he smiled up at Hunt, pressed his lips carefully to his length and slipped them slowly over the head. She watched Sam’s cheeks pulse and his eyes roll back as he sucked slowly so evidently enjoying the feel of it in his mouth. Gene growled again and pressed his hands against the back of Sam’s head. Sam pulled his mouth away and tore Gene’s trousers down. He cupped his hand around Gene’s balls and began trailing his tongue up the length of him.
“Stop the fucking teasing Tyler.”
“I’m just doing it by the book Guv. You do remember the book don’t you?”
“Fuck you and your books. Kama Putra or whatever. This time, we’re doing it my way, old school.”
Sam grinned that cheeky grin that had never been directed Annie’s way and covered Hunt’s cock with his mouth, taking him in further than Annie believed was possible. Hunt beat a rhythm into Sam’s throat, a steadily increasing pulse. Hunt’s hands press Sam’s head towards him, holding Sam, capturing Sam, controlling Sam. Sam’s hands were firmly grasping Hunt’s ass making sure that Hunt could not escape. Annie didn’t really know who was in charge here but when Hunt finally let out a cry, and shuddered in release, Annie believed she knew.
Sam didn’t move his mouth away until Gene stopped his thrusts. Sam continued to suck even after Gene had moved back against the brick wall, looking as if his knees would buckle under him. Sam slowly pulled his mouth away and swallowed as his lips drew the last drops of Gene’s release from around him. There was something so tender about the way Sam moved to standing and kissed his lover, something that Annie knew could never be directed her way, that made the ache in her heart ease a little.
That moment was also the most intimate she had witnessed, more intimate somehow that the act itself. When Sam turned to look at her, smiled that sweet smile of his, that smile that she knew would always be there for her, she nodded, turned and made her way into the night.