Corduroy - Brown Cortina Sam/Gene
Gene had been staring at those pants all day. The door to his office had even been left slightly ajar so he was able to keep DI Tyler in view. It wasn’t just Sam he was looking at, it was more the pants the detective had on. Red, Purple and tan vertically striped corduroy trousers that were tight to a point it really left little to the imagination. He had to wonder just how the man was managing to walk in them. Of course, as a result of those pants being worn Gene hadn’t stood up too much from his desk that day. Should Chris or Ray have come in he simply made himself look too busy reading files to be bothered, however this wasn’t the best of covers since reading was not his favorite pass time but should either object to his excuse his fist may have something to say about it.
Door parted farther open then it had been previous as someone entered and Gene reached for some files which he shifted about as if organizing and reorganizing the papers before giving a half annoyed grunt of “What is it?” The DCI was a bit surprised to hear Sam’s voice answer the question “I’ve narrowed down the suspects to five who could possibly fit the witness’ description and were at the house when that kid was murdered.” Sam placed his paperwork down on the desk and Gene turned his attention away from shuffling his papers about to look up.
Big mistake.
He was face to face with those bloody tight trousers and it took about all will power to force his eyes back down to his desk before Tyler noticed he was staring. He was positive that Sam was deliberately torturing him. Eyes quickly scanned the files and he gave a quick nod. “Right then. Don’t mean you are finished Nancy, so don’t be lookin’ for a biscut or nothin’. I’ll look over this and you get your arse back to work.”
Sam simply rolled his eyes, sometimes Gene was just intolerable to work with. As he left he was quite unaware of Gene having no shame in watching him and those pants waltz themselves out of his office. Heaving a sigh Gene ran a hand over his face, rubbing his eyes lightly before gathering his files. He did manage to get through a grand total of one file before his mind, eyes, and hand started to stray.
Sam was sitting at his desk bent over his work. Left arm was best so elbow was propped on the top of his desk and thumb was resting in a delicate balance between his teeth. Lips were pulled back just enough that it was easy to see his tongue flicking over the tip of his thumb in thought. To Sam this was perfectly innocent as he was just thinking and doing his job. To Gene however, this sight was something entirely different.
Palming himself lightly under his desk eyes drank in the sight of Sam at his desk. Yup, defiantly doing this to torture him. Gene personally didn’t take to torture well and wouldn’t just sit and let this pass quietly. Clearing his throat he addressed the whole precinct from his office. “Right you lot. I’m in a good mood so early holiday. Get out.” There was a pause and all the sounds of work stilled at the whole force hesitated before Gene added “You heard me, out!”
Slowly the men trickled out but as Sam passed his office he looked up and spoke “Except for you Tyler, I need a word with you first.” Sam didn’t look all too pleased but he made his way into the office and looped one thumb through a belt loop on his pants looking down “What is it now Guv? I haven’t done anything that I’m aware of. Care to enlighten me on what my error of the day was?”
Sam’s response that he received was not so much a verbal one as Gene rounding his desk with an impressive speed Sam previously wasn’t aware the man possessed. Before he knew it he was slammed back into a file cabinet, arms pinned by his wrists over his head and Gene’s lips sealed tightly over his own, muffling the cry of pain caused by the handles of the file cabinet jabbing into his back with bruising force. Being caught so off guard Sam didn’t even fight back at first. Once he had his bearings back though, he pulled his head away from Gene’s lips and turned to the side slightly so he could speak.
“Bloody hell are you doing Gene?” Then again Sam was secretly enjoying being held there, heart racing a mile a minuet between a combination of adrenaline and pure shock. “Those pants of yours Tyler, I can damn well see everything. I doubt you even have anything’ on under them.” A devilish grin crossed his features as he spoke. Sam’s eyes widened and face flushed quite against his own will. “Wh-what? I only have them on because it was all I Ha-aah…” he dissolved into a moan as Gene’s knee pressed up and rubbed against his groin. The two fabrics of the trousers caused quite a fantastic friction due to the corduroy and Sam’s hands flexed pulling slightly against Gene’s grip.
Well hell, Sam wasn’t going to just let this pass him up and lay there wile Gene did all the work. He leaned up as far as he was allowed to from the file cabinet and pressed his lips against Gene’s, tongue probing into the other’s mouth. The DCI allowed this but quickly took control of the kiss, knee continuing to rub against Sam’s arousal
Eventually Gene pulled back and let Sam’s hands go so he could make short work of Sam’s shirt trying damn hard not to just tear the buttons off. Sam’s hands reciprocated sliding Gene’s coat off before undoing the tie he had on.
Once his shirt was off Gene pushed the man over to his desk and sat him down before scooting him to the center of it knocking the files that were there onto the floor, not that he cared much at this point. As Gene started to unbutton the other’s pants Sam brought his feet up to the edge of the desk so he could lift himself and make the removal of those trousers easier. Shoes had been removed with it and now all he was really wearing were his socks.
Gene simply grinned looking down at his DI who lie before him naked and fully aroused. “Kinky bastard, ya didn’t have anything on under ‘em.” Sam’s face remained tinted a very light red color and he gave a light huff. “I told you they were all I had left and they don’t fit with anything else…” Gene shrugged and traced a hand down over Sam’s chest before taking a hold of the man’s length and stroking a couple times. This earned Gene quite the loveliest of moans from Sam. The type you get when someone had been neglected for a wile. Sam’s hips even bucked up quite eagerly into his hand.
Raising a brow Gene couldn’t help but smirk and say “I see you’ve been well acquainted with Rosie Palmer and her five sisters for some time eh Tyler?” Sam just turned his still reddened face away from Gene and barked at him through clenched teeth “Gene. Shut. Up.” He was only flustered because Gene had been right. Before he ended up in 1973 he and Maya had been going through a slight strain in their relationship so he hadn’t exactly been in regular practice or anything. Also he hadn’t been sleeping with anyone here, it wasn’t his main goal at the time. Perhaps the least pressing matter, that is until now. Gene had shut his mouth though and focused on the man sprawled out over his desk.
Hand stroked over Sam a bit more deliberately, twisting slightly on every downward stroke. Sam was little more then a puddle of moans writhing under him. Hands gripped onto the desk and his hips bucked up into Gene’s hand. Gene’s gaze never left Sam, watching ever movement he made basically savoring the sight before him. He moved to flick the pad of his thumb over the tip of Sam’s cock, circling delicately with his nail.
Sam let out a gasp soon followed by a whine and his eyes rolled back into his head. “Gene…” He breathed roughly, his voice strained from effort. “You keep that up and I won’t last.” Lips remained parted after he spoke, chest raising and falling rapidly. “So’k Sammy boy. I’m not looking for you to.”
Pace of his hand quickened and he gave a light squeeze over him on each stroke. Sam’s moans grew more frequent and breathing was erratic. His toes curled lightly and back arched up to bring himself closer to the other’s hand. After only a few more strokes he came, practically exploding into Gene’s hand. Body slightly trembling from the after effects of his orgasm he relaxed back onto the desk, lightly sweaty and panting.
Gene reached over Sam into his desk to pull out a couple Kleenex to wipe his hand clean before he threw them into the garbage and glanced over Sam. “Tell ya what Sammy boy.” He reached to sit him up. “You take care of me and we’ll go out for a drink.” Sam blinked clearing his eyes slightly from the haze he had been in and nodded “Fair enough.” Gene raised a brow “Damn right it’s fair, you think you’d get that for free?” He grinned and meant that in only a half joking manner. Sam might have to wear those pants more often.
Door parted farther open then it had been previous as someone entered and Gene reached for some files which he shifted about as if organizing and reorganizing the papers before giving a half annoyed grunt of “What is it?” The DCI was a bit surprised to hear Sam’s voice answer the question “I’ve narrowed down the suspects to five who could possibly fit the witness’ description and were at the house when that kid was murdered.” Sam placed his paperwork down on the desk and Gene turned his attention away from shuffling his papers about to look up.
Big mistake.
He was face to face with those bloody tight trousers and it took about all will power to force his eyes back down to his desk before Tyler noticed he was staring. He was positive that Sam was deliberately torturing him. Eyes quickly scanned the files and he gave a quick nod. “Right then. Don’t mean you are finished Nancy, so don’t be lookin’ for a biscut or nothin’. I’ll look over this and you get your arse back to work.”
Sam simply rolled his eyes, sometimes Gene was just intolerable to work with. As he left he was quite unaware of Gene having no shame in watching him and those pants waltz themselves out of his office. Heaving a sigh Gene ran a hand over his face, rubbing his eyes lightly before gathering his files. He did manage to get through a grand total of one file before his mind, eyes, and hand started to stray.
Sam was sitting at his desk bent over his work. Left arm was best so elbow was propped on the top of his desk and thumb was resting in a delicate balance between his teeth. Lips were pulled back just enough that it was easy to see his tongue flicking over the tip of his thumb in thought. To Sam this was perfectly innocent as he was just thinking and doing his job. To Gene however, this sight was something entirely different.
Palming himself lightly under his desk eyes drank in the sight of Sam at his desk. Yup, defiantly doing this to torture him. Gene personally didn’t take to torture well and wouldn’t just sit and let this pass quietly. Clearing his throat he addressed the whole precinct from his office. “Right you lot. I’m in a good mood so early holiday. Get out.” There was a pause and all the sounds of work stilled at the whole force hesitated before Gene added “You heard me, out!”
Slowly the men trickled out but as Sam passed his office he looked up and spoke “Except for you Tyler, I need a word with you first.” Sam didn’t look all too pleased but he made his way into the office and looped one thumb through a belt loop on his pants looking down “What is it now Guv? I haven’t done anything that I’m aware of. Care to enlighten me on what my error of the day was?”
Sam’s response that he received was not so much a verbal one as Gene rounding his desk with an impressive speed Sam previously wasn’t aware the man possessed. Before he knew it he was slammed back into a file cabinet, arms pinned by his wrists over his head and Gene’s lips sealed tightly over his own, muffling the cry of pain caused by the handles of the file cabinet jabbing into his back with bruising force. Being caught so off guard Sam didn’t even fight back at first. Once he had his bearings back though, he pulled his head away from Gene’s lips and turned to the side slightly so he could speak.
“Bloody hell are you doing Gene?” Then again Sam was secretly enjoying being held there, heart racing a mile a minuet between a combination of adrenaline and pure shock. “Those pants of yours Tyler, I can damn well see everything. I doubt you even have anything’ on under them.” A devilish grin crossed his features as he spoke. Sam’s eyes widened and face flushed quite against his own will. “Wh-what? I only have them on because it was all I Ha-aah…” he dissolved into a moan as Gene’s knee pressed up and rubbed against his groin. The two fabrics of the trousers caused quite a fantastic friction due to the corduroy and Sam’s hands flexed pulling slightly against Gene’s grip.
Well hell, Sam wasn’t going to just let this pass him up and lay there wile Gene did all the work. He leaned up as far as he was allowed to from the file cabinet and pressed his lips against Gene’s, tongue probing into the other’s mouth. The DCI allowed this but quickly took control of the kiss, knee continuing to rub against Sam’s arousal
Eventually Gene pulled back and let Sam’s hands go so he could make short work of Sam’s shirt trying damn hard not to just tear the buttons off. Sam’s hands reciprocated sliding Gene’s coat off before undoing the tie he had on.
Once his shirt was off Gene pushed the man over to his desk and sat him down before scooting him to the center of it knocking the files that were there onto the floor, not that he cared much at this point. As Gene started to unbutton the other’s pants Sam brought his feet up to the edge of the desk so he could lift himself and make the removal of those trousers easier. Shoes had been removed with it and now all he was really wearing were his socks.
Gene simply grinned looking down at his DI who lie before him naked and fully aroused. “Kinky bastard, ya didn’t have anything on under ‘em.” Sam’s face remained tinted a very light red color and he gave a light huff. “I told you they were all I had left and they don’t fit with anything else…” Gene shrugged and traced a hand down over Sam’s chest before taking a hold of the man’s length and stroking a couple times. This earned Gene quite the loveliest of moans from Sam. The type you get when someone had been neglected for a wile. Sam’s hips even bucked up quite eagerly into his hand.
Raising a brow Gene couldn’t help but smirk and say “I see you’ve been well acquainted with Rosie Palmer and her five sisters for some time eh Tyler?” Sam just turned his still reddened face away from Gene and barked at him through clenched teeth “Gene. Shut. Up.” He was only flustered because Gene had been right. Before he ended up in 1973 he and Maya had been going through a slight strain in their relationship so he hadn’t exactly been in regular practice or anything. Also he hadn’t been sleeping with anyone here, it wasn’t his main goal at the time. Perhaps the least pressing matter, that is until now. Gene had shut his mouth though and focused on the man sprawled out over his desk.
Hand stroked over Sam a bit more deliberately, twisting slightly on every downward stroke. Sam was little more then a puddle of moans writhing under him. Hands gripped onto the desk and his hips bucked up into Gene’s hand. Gene’s gaze never left Sam, watching ever movement he made basically savoring the sight before him. He moved to flick the pad of his thumb over the tip of Sam’s cock, circling delicately with his nail.
Sam let out a gasp soon followed by a whine and his eyes rolled back into his head. “Gene…” He breathed roughly, his voice strained from effort. “You keep that up and I won’t last.” Lips remained parted after he spoke, chest raising and falling rapidly. “So’k Sammy boy. I’m not looking for you to.”
Pace of his hand quickened and he gave a light squeeze over him on each stroke. Sam’s moans grew more frequent and breathing was erratic. His toes curled lightly and back arched up to bring himself closer to the other’s hand. After only a few more strokes he came, practically exploding into Gene’s hand. Body slightly trembling from the after effects of his orgasm he relaxed back onto the desk, lightly sweaty and panting.
Gene reached over Sam into his desk to pull out a couple Kleenex to wipe his hand clean before he threw them into the garbage and glanced over Sam. “Tell ya what Sammy boy.” He reached to sit him up. “You take care of me and we’ll go out for a drink.” Sam blinked clearing his eyes slightly from the haze he had been in and nodded “Fair enough.” Gene raised a brow “Damn right it’s fair, you think you’d get that for free?” He grinned and meant that in only a half joking manner. Sam might have to wear those pants more often.