Fic: Best Christmas Present Ever, Brown Cortina, by candesgirl
Title: Best Christmas Present Ever
Pairing: Sam/Gene
Word Count: 300-ish
Rating:Brown Cortina
Disclaimer: This isn't true. That makes me sad.
Summary: Sam and Gene play with their new Christmas toy. This was a request of sorts from severinne for the Perverts' Corner Holiday bash, and I couldn't resist her (I never can!)
A/N: This is purely and simply smutty smut, with no such thing as plot anywhere to be found!!! Come on, it's the holidays, nothing says holiday fun like a new toy to play with!!
The body beneath his hands quivers, with fear or delight or anticipation he can’t be sure, though the rush of power surging through his veins tells him it doesn’t matter, the guttural groan with each inch forward, the stuttered breath with each pause, the words that sound like begging, words that send blood shooting straight to his cock and make him ache all over, words that sound like “Sam…Fuck…Don’t bloody stop…God…God, Sammy…”
Sam would laugh if he could look around the room, if he could see the discarded paper, so quickly torn apart and tossed aside, if he could see the new bottle of lube open and on it’s side, it’s sticky thickness oozing all over his carpet, adding to the layer of grime and who knows what that already exists upon it. He sees well enough, eyes focussed on the surprisingly soft, bare skin laid across his sad excuse for a bed, on his own fingers separating mounds of rounded flesh, on the slick, garish latex sinking deeper, faster, harder.
Gene’s hips rise up now beneath Sam’s touch, setting a brutal pace as Sam moves his free hand across sweaty, heavy sacs and up his heated, engorged shaft. The position is awkward and with each thrust Sam thinks Gene might break his wrist, but it’s there, so close…”Fucking hell…Sam….God, oh God…Sam…Saaaam…” And Sam thinks he could come just on those words, knows he will come to those words for years, the memory of one hell of a Christmas Eve, new Christmas toy shoved as far up Gene’s ass he could get it and fist tight around Gene’s cock as it pulsed it’s release.
“That’s one bloody brilliant Christmas present, Sam. Shame I didn’t get you more.”
Sam laughs, finally, laughs at the bloke wearing nothing but a Santa hat as the toy slides out with a pop, laughs at the groan over the loss of contact.
“’S okay. Got everything I wanted already.”
Pairing: Sam/Gene
Word Count: 300-ish
Rating:Brown Cortina
Disclaimer: This isn't true. That makes me sad.
Summary: Sam and Gene play with their new Christmas toy. This was a request of sorts from severinne for the Perverts' Corner Holiday bash, and I couldn't resist her (I never can!)
A/N: This is purely and simply smutty smut, with no such thing as plot anywhere to be found!!! Come on, it's the holidays, nothing says holiday fun like a new toy to play with!!
The body beneath his hands quivers, with fear or delight or anticipation he can’t be sure, though the rush of power surging through his veins tells him it doesn’t matter, the guttural groan with each inch forward, the stuttered breath with each pause, the words that sound like begging, words that send blood shooting straight to his cock and make him ache all over, words that sound like “Sam…Fuck…Don’t bloody stop…God…God, Sammy…”
Sam would laugh if he could look around the room, if he could see the discarded paper, so quickly torn apart and tossed aside, if he could see the new bottle of lube open and on it’s side, it’s sticky thickness oozing all over his carpet, adding to the layer of grime and who knows what that already exists upon it. He sees well enough, eyes focussed on the surprisingly soft, bare skin laid across his sad excuse for a bed, on his own fingers separating mounds of rounded flesh, on the slick, garish latex sinking deeper, faster, harder.
Gene’s hips rise up now beneath Sam’s touch, setting a brutal pace as Sam moves his free hand across sweaty, heavy sacs and up his heated, engorged shaft. The position is awkward and with each thrust Sam thinks Gene might break his wrist, but it’s there, so close…”Fucking hell…Sam….God, oh God…Sam…Saaaam…” And Sam thinks he could come just on those words, knows he will come to those words for years, the memory of one hell of a Christmas Eve, new Christmas toy shoved as far up Gene’s ass he could get it and fist tight around Gene’s cock as it pulsed it’s release.
“That’s one bloody brilliant Christmas present, Sam. Shame I didn’t get you more.”
Sam laughs, finally, laughs at the bloke wearing nothing but a Santa hat as the toy slides out with a pop, laughs at the groan over the loss of contact.
“’S okay. Got everything I wanted already.”