Fic: Some Things are Just Too Tempting, by acidpenguin46, brown cortina
Title: Some Things are Just Too Tempting
Author: acidpenguin46
Pairing: Gene/Sam
Rating: Brown Cortina
Word Count: 2,214
Warning: Complete smut, with some slight kinkiness and bonus drunken slutty!Sam.
Summary: There comes a time in a man's life when there are things that are, God forbid, more important than the big dart's match against A Division.
Disclaimer: None of it is mine, it all belongs to Aunty Beeb and Kudos.
Notes: After my ficathon entry, there were demands for further exploration of drunken slutty!Sam. This is the result of that exploration. For candesgirl and count_nickula.
Some Things are Just Too Tempting
“You know, I think I might be a little bit horny.” Gene rolled his eyes. Sam’s always such a charmer when he’s hammered.
“Yeah, and possibly a little bit pissed.”
“M’not,” Sam slurred, looking at Gene in what he supposed was indignation but ended up looking like a cross between knackered and constipated. “Well, maybe. Just a lil’ bit.” He gestured his hand at nothing in particular before slamming it down on the table next to his half-empty whiskey glass, picking it up and greedily guzzling the remaining alcohol. Gene stared, hypnotized, as little rivulets of brown liquid slowly cascaded down his chin, escaping from the corner of that dirty pink mouth of his. He shook his head, placing a clenched fist on the table top as he tried to rid his mind of thoughts concernin’ his own tongue and just what it would do to that liquor escaping from Tyler’s mouth.
“You should go home. Sleep it off.”
The drunken git had other ideas though; using his thumb to rub against Gene’s knuckles as though the two of ‘em were completely alone, not surrounded by drunken men who’d likely…“You goin’ to take me home?”
Gene coughed, and shot his head in the direction of the dart’s match. Everyone else were preoccupied, but he moved his hand from Sam’s caress nonetheless.
“You have got to be jokin’. Big darts match against A Division tonight.” A flash of hurt crossed Sam’s face, his mind too buried under a haze of drunkenness to hide it. Gene averted his eyes from the sudden disappointment in Sam’s own, only to have his gaze captured by that pink mouth pouting at him and all notions of the darts match quickly packing their bags and vacating the premises of his brain, making way for lewd images of what that mouth could be doing to him instead. He self-consciously moved closer to the table, hiding his extremely visible reaction to these thoughts. “Alright, if yer goin’ to pout about it, I’ll take yer home.” He’ll just ignore how his dick bounced to attention when Sam smiled at him upon hearing those words, and as he watched the daft idiot try to stand up by himself, only to collapse on the ground in a fit of giggles. Gene sighed and picked up his coat, looking at the dart’s board to see that his boys were far ahead and didn’t even need ‘im. He returned to Tyler’s table, and, hurling him bodily off the floor and guiding him to the exit.
Propping the drunken figure of his DI up against the wall of the Arms for a moment, he began to search the depths of his coat to discover the whereabouts of his keys, only to have Tyler, the impatient sod, grab him by the lapels of his shirt and slam Gene’s mouth against his own. In the middle of a brightly lit footpath. He bit down, hard, on Sam’s bottom lip, and when that didn’t stop the daft git he had no choice but to break himself away, resting his head forehead against Tyler’s to recapture his breath.
His breathing slowed down to semi-normal, and he looked directly into Tyler’s haphazard drunken eyes, cloudy in a storm of intoxication and randiness. However, when Tyler used this pause to move closer towards gene, thrusting his rock hard erection against gene’s thigh, he had to concede that if they wanted to make it home, that pause probably wasn’t the wisest choice. Sam reached his mouth up to Gene’s ear, slightly wobbling as he stood upon his balls of his feet. “Are we home yet?” Gene could feel Sam’s smirk against his earlobe. Gene stepped back once more, leaving Sam precariously wobbling before once again collapsing on to the ground.
“Not quite.” He watched as Sam slowly made his way back to a distant relation of an upright position, before once more delving into the myriad of hidden pockets that was his coat.
“I love your coat.”
“You what?” He looked up, confused, as Sam stared as though hypnotized at his coat. The other man unsteadily approached him, extending one finger out to press against his chest, before slowly running it across the coarse camel hair.
“Have you ever fucked anyone on top of this coat, Hunt?” By the time he’d made it to the last word, he was practically growling, his voice laced with just the right concoction of unrepentant lust and need to nearly bring Gene to his knees. “Ever ridden someone so hard against it that they were left with marks for days and days?” Heated hands made their way under his coat, tweaking at erect nipples through the light cotton of his green shirt. Gene shouted his last name out, like a warning, but Sam ignored him, choosing instead to remove one hand from Gene’s chest and extend one finger, pressing it against Gene’s open mouth in a silencing motion.
When sufficiently satisfied that he weren’t going to be talking right at that moment, Sam lowered his finger south to gently rest the tip against Gene’s tongue. He should have bitten down hard against it, but his tongue had other ideas, hollowing around the extended digit and slowly sucking into the depths of his mouth, before licking a broad stripe along the underside as it retreated. His tongue swirled around the tip, teeth gently nibbling, and Sam was moaning like a cheap prozzie working for their dinner. Sam’s finger slid wetly across Gene’s bottom lip, and they really should stop this, otherwise he was going to throw Tyler against the wall of the Arms and fuck him dry for the whole world to see. He felt a hand emerge from one of his pockets and watched as Sam held up his hand, a glint of smugness burning in his eyes. “Found your keys.”
Doors were unlocked and wrenched open as they hurried to reach the darkened confines of the Cortina, and as Gene slammed the keys into the ignition, turning them and making her engine roar into life. He warmed up her engine and flattened his foot against her accelerator, tearing down the road whilst deliberately concentrating his gaze on the road ahead, avoiding the overwhelming desire to sneak glances at his DI. However, soon the overbearing silence got to him, and fearing the daft sod had finally passed out, he risked a glance. What he saw made him screech the car to a halt, knocking over a cluster of rubbish bins in the process. Sam hadn’t passed out. No, he was keeping himself too occupied palming himself roughly through his denim to even entertain the idea of falling asleep. The sound of car against metal brought him out of his reverie, and sitting up he turned to Gene and asked, “Are we there?”
“May as well be.” Sam blinked at him in confusion as Gene launched himself at Sam, capturing his lips in a bruising kiss, his mouth fighting for dominance in a battle that Sam was all too ready to let him win. Teeth were clashing against each other clumsily while tongues were crashing together, roughly caressing against each other in the fight for more access. The kiss deepened and became increasingly brutal until the need for oxygen overwhelmed them both. Gene rested his forehead against Sam’s as furious, warm breath mingled in the small gap between their panting mouths.
Gene reluctantly pulled away, awkwardly shrugging his coat off in the narrow confines of the driver’s seat before throwing it across the breadth of the backseat. Sam looked up at him, confused. “What’re you doin’?”
Gene smirked at him before replying. “You wanna know what it’s like on top of me coat? Here’s yer chance.” Sam’s face lit up like a kid in a candy shop and eagerly climbed between the front seats, tripping over half way and introducing his head to the back window. Gene sniggered and reached over to the glove compartment for the half-empty bottle of lube he kept there before exiting via the driver’s side door. He circled the Cortina to the other side and opened the back door, watching his Sammy boy as he wriggled around on the back seat, taking his shirt and vest off while also struggling to give Gene room. Soon enough his back was flat against the coat and his legs were bent at the knees, allowing Gene some, if not a lot, of space. Realizing that Sam was entirely too far gone to even think about his trousers, Gene knelt against the backseat as he divested his DI of his boots, leaning forwards when it was time to unzip his jeans and purposely palming Sam through his pants as he slid the tight denim down his hips. Soon Sam entirely naked, looking up at Gene from under long lashes fanning across his cheeks. Gene bit his lip as he awkwardly nestled into the available space, shutting the door behind him as he knelt between Sam’s open legs and undid his own fly. His knees were going to kill him in the morning.
He pulled the lube out of his back pocket and liberally coated two fingers, watching Sam wriggle in front of him. Gene couldn’t help but smirk at his slut of a DI. “Yer gaggin’ for it aren’t yer, you little tart.” Sam moans echoed in the confined space, and if Gene’s cock hadn’t already been at full attention it certainly would’ve been so after that. Not wasting any time he thrust one cold fingertip into that warm, tight entrance, feeling Sam’s muscles clench around the digit as he began to wriggle it slowly upwards.
Soon one finger became two, and as they stroked against that magic spot Sam began to thrust downwards fucking himself open on Gene’s fingers, thrusting his back up and down against the coat as it dug into his skin. Gene lifted his free hand from his side and cupped the side of Sam’s face, letting his thumb trail against Sam’s lower lip. Pink lips closed around the tip of his thumb and slowly sucked it into the wet heat of his mouth, and this time Gene couldn’t be sure if it were him or Tyler making the obscene moaning sounds. His thumb flopped wetly out of Tyler’s mouth, and his DI looked up at him. “You going to fuck me, or are we just going to sit here?” Gene smirked and withdrew his fingers, his smirk widening at the whimper Sam made at the loss of contact. He applied some more lube to his hand and quickly fisted himself, watching Sam as he squirmed against the coat beneath him. He grabbed his cock and aligned it with Sam’s hole, edging the head in against the tight contracting muscles and stopping when those muscles fought against the intrusion. The hand cupping Sam’s face left its position and applied itself against Sam’s stomach until his body relaxed. Gene began to slowly thrust into the warm tight heat as Sam’s tight muscles clenched around his length, taking him in the rest of the way.
Once fully impaled within Sam he paused, and Sam slowly began to fuck himself up and down Gene’s cock, tightening his muscles every once and while, just like he knew Gene liked it. Gene began his thrusting again, the slap of skin against skin magnified in the tiny space as they slowly became in sync with the other, Gene’s pounds meeting Sam’s grinds in near-perfect unison. “You’re so fucking tight Sammy boy,” he grunted just how I like it.”
“Ah,” Sam moaned. Gene deliberately ran the head of his cock against Sam’s prostate, and smirked as a loud “Fuck” ripped through the heavy air.
“You love it don’t yer? Filthy little tart.”
Sam moaned again. “Fuck,” he paused to get some much needed oxygen before continuing. “Say it again.”
”Dirty little whore. You’re mine, aren’t yer?”
Sam grunted before the word yes cam screaming from his mouth.
“Who do you belong to?” Gene asked, moving his free hand downwards to capture Sam’s erect cock.”
“I’m…” he panted. “…Yours.”
Gene began to pump Sam’s dick in time to his thrusts, and Sam arched his back further against the coat beneath his thrusting body, deliberately seeking out the sensation of the coarse hair rubbing against his naked back. “And don’t you forget it.” He thrust once more and Sam came screaming, his eyes rolling back into his head as he rode out the orgasm. It only took once more clench of Sam’s muscles to milk Gene to the point where he was doing the same, emptying himself inside the tight hole of his DI.
He woke up to find Sammy boy passed out, nearly squashed under the weight of Gene’s body sprawled on top of him. He extricated himself delicately, so as to avoid waking Sam up. He knelt between Sam’s still open legs for a moment, watching his slumbering DI with a rare warm smile on his face, before wrapping his coat around Sam and opening the back door. He vacated the back seat and walked around the car to driver’s side door, opening it and sliding inside. He made her engine purr as quietly as he could, and drove his DI home.
Author: acidpenguin46
Pairing: Gene/Sam
Rating: Brown Cortina
Word Count: 2,214
Warning: Complete smut, with some slight kinkiness and bonus drunken slutty!Sam.
Summary: There comes a time in a man's life when there are things that are, God forbid, more important than the big dart's match against A Division.
Disclaimer: None of it is mine, it all belongs to Aunty Beeb and Kudos.
Notes: After my ficathon entry, there were demands for further exploration of drunken slutty!Sam. This is the result of that exploration. For candesgirl and count_nickula.
Some Things are Just Too Tempting
“You know, I think I might be a little bit horny.” Gene rolled his eyes. Sam’s always such a charmer when he’s hammered.
“Yeah, and possibly a little bit pissed.”
“M’not,” Sam slurred, looking at Gene in what he supposed was indignation but ended up looking like a cross between knackered and constipated. “Well, maybe. Just a lil’ bit.” He gestured his hand at nothing in particular before slamming it down on the table next to his half-empty whiskey glass, picking it up and greedily guzzling the remaining alcohol. Gene stared, hypnotized, as little rivulets of brown liquid slowly cascaded down his chin, escaping from the corner of that dirty pink mouth of his. He shook his head, placing a clenched fist on the table top as he tried to rid his mind of thoughts concernin’ his own tongue and just what it would do to that liquor escaping from Tyler’s mouth.
“You should go home. Sleep it off.”
The drunken git had other ideas though; using his thumb to rub against Gene’s knuckles as though the two of ‘em were completely alone, not surrounded by drunken men who’d likely…“You goin’ to take me home?”
Gene coughed, and shot his head in the direction of the dart’s match. Everyone else were preoccupied, but he moved his hand from Sam’s caress nonetheless.
“You have got to be jokin’. Big darts match against A Division tonight.” A flash of hurt crossed Sam’s face, his mind too buried under a haze of drunkenness to hide it. Gene averted his eyes from the sudden disappointment in Sam’s own, only to have his gaze captured by that pink mouth pouting at him and all notions of the darts match quickly packing their bags and vacating the premises of his brain, making way for lewd images of what that mouth could be doing to him instead. He self-consciously moved closer to the table, hiding his extremely visible reaction to these thoughts. “Alright, if yer goin’ to pout about it, I’ll take yer home.” He’ll just ignore how his dick bounced to attention when Sam smiled at him upon hearing those words, and as he watched the daft idiot try to stand up by himself, only to collapse on the ground in a fit of giggles. Gene sighed and picked up his coat, looking at the dart’s board to see that his boys were far ahead and didn’t even need ‘im. He returned to Tyler’s table, and, hurling him bodily off the floor and guiding him to the exit.
Propping the drunken figure of his DI up against the wall of the Arms for a moment, he began to search the depths of his coat to discover the whereabouts of his keys, only to have Tyler, the impatient sod, grab him by the lapels of his shirt and slam Gene’s mouth against his own. In the middle of a brightly lit footpath. He bit down, hard, on Sam’s bottom lip, and when that didn’t stop the daft git he had no choice but to break himself away, resting his head forehead against Tyler’s to recapture his breath.
His breathing slowed down to semi-normal, and he looked directly into Tyler’s haphazard drunken eyes, cloudy in a storm of intoxication and randiness. However, when Tyler used this pause to move closer towards gene, thrusting his rock hard erection against gene’s thigh, he had to concede that if they wanted to make it home, that pause probably wasn’t the wisest choice. Sam reached his mouth up to Gene’s ear, slightly wobbling as he stood upon his balls of his feet. “Are we home yet?” Gene could feel Sam’s smirk against his earlobe. Gene stepped back once more, leaving Sam precariously wobbling before once again collapsing on to the ground.
“Not quite.” He watched as Sam slowly made his way back to a distant relation of an upright position, before once more delving into the myriad of hidden pockets that was his coat.
“I love your coat.”
“You what?” He looked up, confused, as Sam stared as though hypnotized at his coat. The other man unsteadily approached him, extending one finger out to press against his chest, before slowly running it across the coarse camel hair.
“Have you ever fucked anyone on top of this coat, Hunt?” By the time he’d made it to the last word, he was practically growling, his voice laced with just the right concoction of unrepentant lust and need to nearly bring Gene to his knees. “Ever ridden someone so hard against it that they were left with marks for days and days?” Heated hands made their way under his coat, tweaking at erect nipples through the light cotton of his green shirt. Gene shouted his last name out, like a warning, but Sam ignored him, choosing instead to remove one hand from Gene’s chest and extend one finger, pressing it against Gene’s open mouth in a silencing motion.
When sufficiently satisfied that he weren’t going to be talking right at that moment, Sam lowered his finger south to gently rest the tip against Gene’s tongue. He should have bitten down hard against it, but his tongue had other ideas, hollowing around the extended digit and slowly sucking into the depths of his mouth, before licking a broad stripe along the underside as it retreated. His tongue swirled around the tip, teeth gently nibbling, and Sam was moaning like a cheap prozzie working for their dinner. Sam’s finger slid wetly across Gene’s bottom lip, and they really should stop this, otherwise he was going to throw Tyler against the wall of the Arms and fuck him dry for the whole world to see. He felt a hand emerge from one of his pockets and watched as Sam held up his hand, a glint of smugness burning in his eyes. “Found your keys.”
Doors were unlocked and wrenched open as they hurried to reach the darkened confines of the Cortina, and as Gene slammed the keys into the ignition, turning them and making her engine roar into life. He warmed up her engine and flattened his foot against her accelerator, tearing down the road whilst deliberately concentrating his gaze on the road ahead, avoiding the overwhelming desire to sneak glances at his DI. However, soon the overbearing silence got to him, and fearing the daft sod had finally passed out, he risked a glance. What he saw made him screech the car to a halt, knocking over a cluster of rubbish bins in the process. Sam hadn’t passed out. No, he was keeping himself too occupied palming himself roughly through his denim to even entertain the idea of falling asleep. The sound of car against metal brought him out of his reverie, and sitting up he turned to Gene and asked, “Are we there?”
“May as well be.” Sam blinked at him in confusion as Gene launched himself at Sam, capturing his lips in a bruising kiss, his mouth fighting for dominance in a battle that Sam was all too ready to let him win. Teeth were clashing against each other clumsily while tongues were crashing together, roughly caressing against each other in the fight for more access. The kiss deepened and became increasingly brutal until the need for oxygen overwhelmed them both. Gene rested his forehead against Sam’s as furious, warm breath mingled in the small gap between their panting mouths.
Gene reluctantly pulled away, awkwardly shrugging his coat off in the narrow confines of the driver’s seat before throwing it across the breadth of the backseat. Sam looked up at him, confused. “What’re you doin’?”
Gene smirked at him before replying. “You wanna know what it’s like on top of me coat? Here’s yer chance.” Sam’s face lit up like a kid in a candy shop and eagerly climbed between the front seats, tripping over half way and introducing his head to the back window. Gene sniggered and reached over to the glove compartment for the half-empty bottle of lube he kept there before exiting via the driver’s side door. He circled the Cortina to the other side and opened the back door, watching his Sammy boy as he wriggled around on the back seat, taking his shirt and vest off while also struggling to give Gene room. Soon enough his back was flat against the coat and his legs were bent at the knees, allowing Gene some, if not a lot, of space. Realizing that Sam was entirely too far gone to even think about his trousers, Gene knelt against the backseat as he divested his DI of his boots, leaning forwards when it was time to unzip his jeans and purposely palming Sam through his pants as he slid the tight denim down his hips. Soon Sam entirely naked, looking up at Gene from under long lashes fanning across his cheeks. Gene bit his lip as he awkwardly nestled into the available space, shutting the door behind him as he knelt between Sam’s open legs and undid his own fly. His knees were going to kill him in the morning.
He pulled the lube out of his back pocket and liberally coated two fingers, watching Sam wriggle in front of him. Gene couldn’t help but smirk at his slut of a DI. “Yer gaggin’ for it aren’t yer, you little tart.” Sam moans echoed in the confined space, and if Gene’s cock hadn’t already been at full attention it certainly would’ve been so after that. Not wasting any time he thrust one cold fingertip into that warm, tight entrance, feeling Sam’s muscles clench around the digit as he began to wriggle it slowly upwards.
Soon one finger became two, and as they stroked against that magic spot Sam began to thrust downwards fucking himself open on Gene’s fingers, thrusting his back up and down against the coat as it dug into his skin. Gene lifted his free hand from his side and cupped the side of Sam’s face, letting his thumb trail against Sam’s lower lip. Pink lips closed around the tip of his thumb and slowly sucked it into the wet heat of his mouth, and this time Gene couldn’t be sure if it were him or Tyler making the obscene moaning sounds. His thumb flopped wetly out of Tyler’s mouth, and his DI looked up at him. “You going to fuck me, or are we just going to sit here?” Gene smirked and withdrew his fingers, his smirk widening at the whimper Sam made at the loss of contact. He applied some more lube to his hand and quickly fisted himself, watching Sam as he squirmed against the coat beneath him. He grabbed his cock and aligned it with Sam’s hole, edging the head in against the tight contracting muscles and stopping when those muscles fought against the intrusion. The hand cupping Sam’s face left its position and applied itself against Sam’s stomach until his body relaxed. Gene began to slowly thrust into the warm tight heat as Sam’s tight muscles clenched around his length, taking him in the rest of the way.
Once fully impaled within Sam he paused, and Sam slowly began to fuck himself up and down Gene’s cock, tightening his muscles every once and while, just like he knew Gene liked it. Gene began his thrusting again, the slap of skin against skin magnified in the tiny space as they slowly became in sync with the other, Gene’s pounds meeting Sam’s grinds in near-perfect unison. “You’re so fucking tight Sammy boy,” he grunted just how I like it.”
“Ah,” Sam moaned. Gene deliberately ran the head of his cock against Sam’s prostate, and smirked as a loud “Fuck” ripped through the heavy air.
“You love it don’t yer? Filthy little tart.”
Sam moaned again. “Fuck,” he paused to get some much needed oxygen before continuing. “Say it again.”
”Dirty little whore. You’re mine, aren’t yer?”
Sam grunted before the word yes cam screaming from his mouth.
“Who do you belong to?” Gene asked, moving his free hand downwards to capture Sam’s erect cock.”
“I’m…” he panted. “…Yours.”
Gene began to pump Sam’s dick in time to his thrusts, and Sam arched his back further against the coat beneath his thrusting body, deliberately seeking out the sensation of the coarse hair rubbing against his naked back. “And don’t you forget it.” He thrust once more and Sam came screaming, his eyes rolling back into his head as he rode out the orgasm. It only took once more clench of Sam’s muscles to milk Gene to the point where he was doing the same, emptying himself inside the tight hole of his DI.
He woke up to find Sammy boy passed out, nearly squashed under the weight of Gene’s body sprawled on top of him. He extricated himself delicately, so as to avoid waking Sam up. He knelt between Sam’s still open legs for a moment, watching his slumbering DI with a rare warm smile on his face, before wrapping his coat around Sam and opening the back door. He vacated the back seat and walked around the car to driver’s side door, opening it and sliding inside. He made her engine purr as quietly as he could, and drove his DI home.