[Fic] Yer Crazy and I Luv Ya (1/1)
Title: Yer Crazy and I Luv Ya
author: lunadeath02
Pairings: Gene/Sam
Rated: Brown Cortina
Warnings: Can't think of any, other than slash. This is possibly AU, meaning that the last episode on series two didn't happen. Oh, and a touch of angst.
Notes: For Porntober! I spliced two ideas into one, so I hope it works well enough.
Summary: Gene finally tells Sam two secrets he's been thinking of telling him for a while now. The title kind of gives it away though. XD
Disclaimer: Not my characters; tis sad.
~**~
His Guv had been acting rather peculiar lately. He'd been staying in his office for the past couple days with hardly a peep about their cases. Before that, three days ago, there had been a body found. As per usual, Gene and Sam would race to the scene of the crime and do their usual policing, and Sam was shocked when Gene rarely said much during it. He just let Sam do his thing, and when Sam asked him something, Gene would just shrug his shoulders and say, "Whatever you want, Sam."
Gene had been almost docile, and it was starting to scare Sam. He was used to the normality that had become their work. Gene would make wild assumptions, Sam would object to them or show him how wrong he was in his assumptions, and then they would fight. Sometimes verbally, sometimes physically, and sometimes both. Okay, usually it was both. So what was wrong with him? Sam imagined the worst-case scenario.
"Guv," he began, in a very soft and reluctant voice. "Are you… dying?"
Gene looked sideways at him once the Cortina was parked outside Sam's flat. "What makes you say that?"
"Well, you've been acting very odd lately; very quiet, letting me run CID practically. Chris is worried that you might be ill, Annie thinks you're still depressed about the divorce, Ray thinks you've been preparing me to take your place - which, by the way, he isn't too happy with the thought - and Phyllis just thinks you've finally lost it."
Gene finally turned his head to look at his DI. "And you think I'm dying?"
"Well, what else could it be? You did just ask that we talk privately up in my flat about something, which I don't see why we couldn't talk in the Lost and Found or in one of the cells. But if it's because you're about to… you know…"
"Cop it?" Gene provided.
"Yeah," Sam nodded solemnly. "Then it's understandable that you'd want to talk to me alone and help you to… make out your will." Sam kept his eyes on the car's shag pile.
Gene laughed, startling Sam out of his bereavement. He shook his head, an amused smile still on his face. "Oh, Sammy, Sammy, Sammy… you an' yer wild imagination."
Sam's eyebrows rose in shock and hope. "So, you're not…?"
"Far from it," Gene smirked. "One little thing in my demeanor changes and you all jump to conclusions."
Sam snorted. "You seem surprised by that statement."
Gene patted Sam on the knee before opening the car door. "C'mon, I'll tell ya in yer flat. Haven't worked up how to tell you yet, but I will. First part will be easy, actually. The second…" Gene shook his head as if he couldn't even believe it himself, "I may need to get liquored up before I even hint at it."
~**~
The moment they're inside Sam's flat, Gene slammed the door shut with his foot and pushed Sam into the wall, almost gently, with one hand. Sam stared at him expectantly, not sure if Gene will start throwing punches first or begin the "talk" with something politically incorrect. Instead, he confused Sam by suddenly saying:
"I know 'bout you."
Sam's eyebrows shot up again. "Pardon?"
"I know, Sam. You think yer from the future."
Sam stared, shocked and not sure how to approach the subject. He could just open and close his mouth in astonishment.
"But that don't matter," Gene continued. "And do you know why?"
Sam blinked. "Why?"
"Because you're a good copper. Yer one of the best DI's I've ever had, and I'll be damned if I would lose you to the funny farm."
Sam tried to move around Gene's body to get away from the wall. He was suddenly feeling stifled, his heart pounding hard in his chest. But Gene returned him against the wall with just one light push. Sam wasn't struggling hard, almost afraid of what Gene would do, so he decided to play by the Guv's rules just for a bit longer. He sighed, glancing down away from Gene's piercing green eyes.
"But you believed me when I told you Crane said…"
"Yes, I know that, Sam. I sided with you because there was no way I was gonna let a murdering bastard like Crane walk free."
"Yet you'd let a 'madman' like me walk free."
Gene stepped closer, the smell of alcohol and smoke radiating off him. "You're not dangerous, Sam. Maybe to yourself, but not to others. You haven't gone off and killed anyone. You haven't done any of kind of crime, really, so I saw no good reason to have you committed." Gene laughed almost darkly. "Lock you away just because you claim to be from the future, and because you hear voices say yer name on the radio? I'd have to be a nutter myself to lose a good officer like you."
Sam couldn't help it, but he smiled. And that smile changed the expression on Gene's face to something softer, nearly unrecognizable.
"Thanks, Guv. You have no idea how much this means to me."
"I do, actually, but I don't know first hand what it's like being a nutter."
Sam chuckled again, eyes brightening. Then Gene leaned even closer and placed his hands onto Sam's waist. Sam froze, unsure what Gene was about to do, and then held his breath when Gene slowly brought him into a loose hug. Sam stayed shocked for a minute, then decided the hell with it and wrapped his arms around Gene's shoulders. In return, Gene brought his arms around Sam tighter and held him close, nose buried in Sam's neck. He could feel the warmth of Gene's breath against a pulse point, and it was making him flush from head to toe.
"I've been debating on telling you everything for the past couple days now," Gene murmured into him. "I think that it's for the best that I did. This way you have someone you can come to if you need to start being all crazy, and I can help reign you in if you get outta hand."
"Annie knows…" Sam suddenly admitted aloud.
Gene pulled back a ways to look at him. "Cartwright? You've told 'er?"
"She was the first I told, when I first got here," Sam said softly.
"Well, I'll be damned. No wonder you two have been as thick as thieves since you met. You've been telling 'er all yer crazy stories from the start. That why she's been wetting herself over ya? Because yer so weird and different?"
Sam smiled shyly. "I dunno… I guess it's because I don't treat her the same as the other guys. And it might have something to do with my individuality."
"'Cause yer a loony."
Sam chuckled. "Not entirely, but she does think that."
"Well, you are one, but lucky fer you you're also a great copper, smart as a whip, and uncommonly handsome. So, yeh lucked out there, Tyler."
Sam stared. "I'm what?"
Realizing what he'd admitted out loud, Gene blushed lightly. "You 'eard me, Tyler. I'm not repeating it."
Sam's grin widened. "You called me handsome."
"I said uncommonly handsome," Gene sniffed. "There's a difference."
"Uncommonly handsome…" Sam repeated, continuing to grin. His mind and heart both worked overtime. "That's really a reason why you didn't get a doctor's report on me?"
"That's one, like I've said. I mean; good-looking bloke like you in a place like that? You'd be raped for sure."
"So why am I 'uncommonly handsome' to you, Guv?" Sam said, trying not to bat his eyelashes at the same time. His heart was doing the tango.
Gene seemed to flounder for a second, but then he snapped back to his usual self. "That's the…" he cleared his throat, "The second thing I was gonna try talkin' to you about."
Sam stood and waited, arms crossed and gaze steady. "Yes?"
Gene opened his mouth, as if he were about to say, but then closed it and swallowed. Then his demeanor changed suddenly from shy to angry. "Don't be so impatient, Sam, I'll tell ya when I will tell ya."
Then, oddly, Gene walked off and went to Sam's kitchenette. Sam followed him with his eyes first, watching disbelievingly as Gene opened his little fridge as if looking for something to eat, and then shut it. Then he looked around the cupboards for something and found it: Sam's wine stash.
"Make yourself at home, Guv," grumbled Sam sarcastically as he walked over to sit on the edge of his bed.
"Cheers, Sam," said Gene, obviously ignoring Sam's tone. He took down two wine glasses and filled them. Sam ended up smiling instead of scowling as Gene handed him his glass. Gene then proceeded to sit in Sam's armchair. He waited for Gene to continue, but he didn't.
After a few silent sips between them, Sam spoke, running a finger around the rim of the wine glass.
"So, Guv… do you believe me when I say I'm from the future?"
"Not exactly," Gene eyeballed him. "I believe yer a loon is what I believe."
"What about those things I've been right about?" Sam pointed out.
"What things?"
"You know," Sam waved a dismissing hand about. "Red Rum winning the Grand National, the bomb threat not being the IRA, the team that won the FA Cup…"
"Good guesses, that's all." Gene interrupted. Sam snorted, shaking his head.
"There will be a woman prime minister, you know."
"Now yer just trying to get my goat."
Sam laughed. "It's true, Guv. Margaret Thatcher will be the one; you'll see."
"If you're wrong, you'll be buying me drinks for a week."
Sam smiled at his Guv, feeling almost delighted to be having this conversation. "What do I get if I'm right?"
"Something good, if things don't… blow up in me face." Gene grumbled the last part into his glass before sipping. Sam stared at him in wonder for a silent moment.
He sighed, setting his wine glass down on the little table by his bed. "All right, enough with the evasion. Just tell me the second thing you were gonna tell me."
Gene looked away, and… was that pouting? "I dun wanna now; mood's ruined, thanks to you."
Sam raised an eyebrow. "What did I do?"
"Ya ruined the mood, like I said!" Gene grumped. He kept his head turned away, and Sam almost laughed at the childishness of it all.
"You should've told me it first then, when you had me up against the wall."
"Yeah…" Gene said quietly, almost coyly. "I should have."
Silence again, and then Sam stood and placed himself back against the wall next to his door. "Okay, then, Guv. Let's start over. Come over here and keep me pinned against the wall with one hand and put your other hand on my waist. Then tell me."
"It's not the same."
"Oh, come on. It's not that hard to get the mood right again, is it? Just come over here, be all palsy with me again and tell me."
Gene folded his arms over his chest, still slightly pouting. "No, it's all ruined now. It'll feel too fake and I don't want it to."
Sam smiled in some amusement, but mostly in awkwardness, because the way Gene had held him and been close to him had given him an idea of just what Gene wanted to say. He shook his head, still smiling, when Gene wouldn't move, and then went to sit back down on his bed.
"All right, just build the mood back up again, no big deal. We could… have dinner together here, or at some restaurant if you like. And then you could, I don't know, say some nice things to me, take my hand and…"
"Shut it, Dorothy," Gene growled. He suddenly stood from the chair, charged at Sam, and manhandled him onto his back on the bed. He placed himself between Sam's legs, spreading them wide with his own, and pressed himself down onto Sam with just enough pressure to show that he wasn't letting Sam up any time soon.
Sam enjoyed the weight of Gene on him, which surprised even himself once he realized it. Gene buried his face into Sam's neck again and inhaled, and Sam blushed when he figured out that Gene was taking in his scent like a drug. Tentatively, Sam wrapped his arms around Gene's wide back.
Then, Gene kissed him ever so softly below the ear before retreating again into his neck. Sam chuckled softly, vibrating them both.
"Just say it, you Neanderthal."
Gene balanced onto his elbows, held Sam's head between his hands, and said hoarsely, softly,
"…Yer a crazy lunatic, Sam, but somehow… I love ya."
Sam smiled, and Gene's chest swelled.
"Ditto, Gene. I mean the 'I love you' part, not the…"
"Shut it," Gene growled, and then kissed him.
~**~
That morning, Sam woke first to find himself entangled with Gene Hunt, blankets twisted around their bodies from the waist down. He shifted slightly, pleased to know that his bum didn't hurt as bad as he thought it would, and snuggled back down against Gene, whom was now his lover. Gene grunted something in his sleep before turning more toward Sam and flinging an arm around him. Sam echoed said grunt from the force of that flung arm.
"Oi, you're squishing me," he complained against Gene's face, hoping to wake him. He pushed Gene's shoulder to move that process along faster. "Oi, Guv!"
"Mmph… wha' is it?" Gene's eyes opened a crack.
"Yer suffocating me."
"Nonsense, ducky. I'm jus' keepin' ya warm."
"I'm warm enough," Sam grumbled. "And you really need to brush your teeth, especially if you expect a kiss from me this mornin'."
Gene leaned forward to do just that, but Sam batted him away. "Oi, what did I tell you?"
"Yer a prissy bitch in the mornin', aren't ya?" Gene sighed. Then he proceeded to yawn in Sam's face and Sam turned his head in disgust. Gene smacked his lips.
"Ugh! That could strip away my ugly wallpaper!"
"Yer just saying that to make me feel better." Gene reached down to his trousers on the floor and fished out his packet of cigarettes. He found them, and his lighter, and lit up. Affronted, Sam got up from the bed long enough to fetch the ashtray from the top of his television set and handed it to Gene. Then he opened both windows a crack before getting back into bed.
"What're you doing back?" Gene said, after a puff. "Shouldn't ya be making me breakfast?"
"Ha, bloody, ha, Guv. If you must know, I was comfortable and I plan on getting that way again, so budge over."
After making room again, Gene brought an arm around Sam and pulled him close as he took another puff on his fag. Sam nuzzled close, burying his face into Gene's shoulder and enjoyed at least that much of Gene that actually smelled nice.
Gene then, oddly enough, offered his cigarette for Sam to puff on. Sam declined with a shake of his head.
"Come on, Gladys, it's only one puff. Not like it'll hurt ya that much."
"I don't wish to get back into the habit, thanks," Sam said.
Gene stared. "Ya used to smoke?"
Sam cringed when he realized the cat was out of the bag. "Yeah, years ago. But I'm healthier for it. I can run faster and further, and I feel a hell of a lot better for it. So again I say to you, no thanks. I get enough secondhand smoke as it is."
"What difference would inhaling some straight from the ciggie hurt, then?" Gene inquired.
"Seriously, I don't want to…"
"Not even if it's after sex?" Gene wiggled his eyebrows.
"As you may recall, Guv, we had sex last night not this morning."
Gene rolled them so that he was now towering over Sam, holding himself up with one elbow and giving Sam very little space.
"That can be arranged."
"No," Sam pushed at Gene's chest. "Not until you've brushed your teeth."
"Big girl," Gene grumbled, and then leaned down to give Sam a chaste kiss. "Come on, Sammy boy, it's not like one puff will do that much more damage to ya." He held the cigarette up to Sam's mouth again. "Let's see those pretty lips of yours wrapped around the end of my butt."
Sam arched one eyebrow, nearly laughing. "Excuse me?"
"You 'eard me, Sam. Suck me fag. I wanna see those cheeks hallow out as you inhale, and then I wanna see those lips pucker as they blow the smoke out in a long, blue stream."
Sam smirked. "Who knew smoking could sound so romantic?" he quipped, but then he did end up wrapping his lips around the butt of Gene's cigarette and took a drag. Gene's eyes glazed over as he watched, and when Sam blew the smoke upward into the air with ease and grace, it got Gene's motor roaring. Sam was feeling somewhat high from the nicotine as he lay there in a pleasant daze.
"My God, Sam," Gene growled, and then attacked Sam's neck since Sam didn't want to snog. Sam tilted his head back to allow his Guv room, enjoying the feel of Gene's mouth on him once more. Gene sucked and licked all around Sam's neck, enjoying the unique taste and the salt off his skin. He was soon on top of Sam and rutting like an animal in heat. Sam held him, letting him rut, his own morning wood straining against Gene's stomach. He stayed almost docile; submissive and giving.
"Hell yes," panted Gene. He spread Sam wider before spearing at Sam's hole blindly without the use of hands. Sam was still loose enough from last night, and Gene was inside with only two gentle pushes. Sam automatically tightened his legs around Gene's flanks, head thrown back and mouth gaping in a silent moan. Gene fucked him with no pauses. The bed rocked dangerously, as if on its last legs. Sam began panting in Gene's ear the closer they came to completion, the ash on Gene's cigarette - still between his fingers - getting longer from neglect, the longer they fucked. Sam's pants became whines as his balls tightened, and too soon he was coming, moaning aloud as his orgasm overtook him. Gene slammed his hips harder, skin slapping lewdly, before he finished as well; moans deep and gravely.
Gene lit a second cigarette after snubbing out the first, and Sam stole it from his fingers and took a puff.
"Damn it, Sammy," Gene groaned. "Now every time I see you sucking on a fag I want to shag you."
"I'll remember that," Sam smiled.
They only got to relax for a moment before there was a knock on the door. Panicking, Gene got out of bed and went to hide in Sam's bathroom. Sam hurried to find his underwear amongst the scattered clothes on the floor.
"Hold on, I'm coming," Sam said to the person on the other side of the door. He heard Gene laugh softly in the bathroom from the innuendo Sam accidentally said. Sam rolled his eyes.
"It's me. Annie," she said. "I was wondering if you seen the Guv; a body's been found, and..."
Sam got as far as his trousers, neglecting his shirt and vest, before opening the door. Annie stood in shock at Sam's semi-nakedness.
"I was just waking up," he said, running a hand over his already bedraggled hair. "Um…"
Annie's eyes trailed Sam's torso. "You… should've told me you weren't dressed yet. I would have waited."
"Yes, well… I didn't want you to stand out there too long. Neighbors might start to get nosy." Sam held the door open for her, and she walked in, cheeks red.
When Sam picked up his shirt from the floor, he just realized that not all the clothing on the floor was his. He wasn't sure if Annie would notice, but when he looked at her she was looking down at the ashtray on the floor.
"Taking up smoking now, Sam?" she inquired, eyebrow raised.
"Er… maybe."
"And have you also started wearing the Guv's coat?" she said, pointing out the camel-haired coat lying across the armchair.
"Oh, um… no. He's here, actually. I mean he spent the night…" When Annie's eyebrows rose even higher, he quickly explained, "I slept on the chair, he was in the bed."
"With two pillows?"
"I… put my pillow there when I got up."
"Then why are there two indents on the bed?" she said, indicating that there were indeed the imprints of two bodies having been lying in bed, even though they were close together and could have been just one big indent. "And where is the blanket you used in the chair?"
"I… I used the Guv's coat."
Annie sighed and shook her head. "Sam, I'm not that stupid. You two slept in the same bed, didn't you?"
Sam fumbled for words, for an excuse, but came up with nothing. He bowed his head and didn't answer her.
"I thought so," she said. "Because I doubt you gave yourself that love-bite."
"What, where?" Sam gasped, placing a hand onto his neck instinctively. Annie giggled.
"I'm joking, Sam. You don't have one."
Sam sighed in relief, but then promptly blushed hard when he realized that Annie figured it all out.
"Look, I was going to tell you…"
"Don't worry about it, Sam. I had a feeling you were for a while now, especially when you haven't tried going past kissing with me. I only wish that you hadn't lead me on like that."
"I'm really sorry, Annie," he said, hugging her. She stiffed slightly in his embrace, mainly because he was still shirtless. He pulled away when he himself realized it. "I'll just… go tell the Guv."
When he opened the bathroom door (its lock didn't work), he found Gene was in the shower. Gene peeked his head around the curtain at him.
"She gone?"
"No," Sam sighed. "She found us out."
"Oh, great!" Gene bemoaned.
"Well, she is a detective after all," said Sam, almost proud.
"Tell 'er to go away so you can jump in the shower with me."
"Can't. She says that a body's been found, so we need to hurry."
Leaving the water running, Gene got out of the shower. "Then hurry up so we can figure out who the murderer is by teatime."
Sam sighed. Some things never changed.
~**~
The day after the murderer was found and brought to justice, Sam had another mental break down. Most were gone for the day except him and Gene, and Gene was just stepping out of the office to tell Sam it was time to go home when he noticed Sam holding tightly to a radio, tears streaming down his face. Gene stood beside him and watched, frightened for him.
"Sam?" said Gene kindly, putting a hand onto his shoulder. "Sammy? Time to go home."
"My… my mum… she spoke to me… she said…" What Sam was going to say died on his lips. Gene gently took the crackling radio out of Sam's hands and turned it off, placing it back on Sam's desk.
"You can tell me when we get home, Sam."
Sam looked up at him, eyes wild and glossy. "Home?"
"That's right, Sam. Home. Get you all snuggled up in bed with a nice cup of tea and then you can tell me what your mum said."
Gene helped him into his leather jacket and then took him by the hand and led him out of the station. Sam didn't speak until they made it to the Cortina.
"I'm not crazy, Guv. That really was my mum from 2006… I mean 2007. She's losing hope. She doesn't think I'll pull through. She…"
"Shh," Gene softly pressed a finger to Sam's mouth. "Don't worry about it now, Sam. Let's just get ya home first and get ya into bed, and then you can tell me all about it."
"I'm not mad, you know," Sam repeated once inside the car. "I'm not. I really am lying in hospital bed in a coma and…"
"I know, Sam, and if you don't shut that gob of yours I'll put it to better use." Gene started the car.
That got a smile out of Sam. "Romantic as ever, Gene."
"Only to barmy Inspectors that I love."
End!
author: lunadeath02
Pairings: Gene/Sam
Rated: Brown Cortina
Warnings: Can't think of any, other than slash. This is possibly AU, meaning that the last episode on series two didn't happen. Oh, and a touch of angst.
Notes: For Porntober! I spliced two ideas into one, so I hope it works well enough.
Summary: Gene finally tells Sam two secrets he's been thinking of telling him for a while now. The title kind of gives it away though. XD
Disclaimer: Not my characters; tis sad.
~**~
His Guv had been acting rather peculiar lately. He'd been staying in his office for the past couple days with hardly a peep about their cases. Before that, three days ago, there had been a body found. As per usual, Gene and Sam would race to the scene of the crime and do their usual policing, and Sam was shocked when Gene rarely said much during it. He just let Sam do his thing, and when Sam asked him something, Gene would just shrug his shoulders and say, "Whatever you want, Sam."
Gene had been almost docile, and it was starting to scare Sam. He was used to the normality that had become their work. Gene would make wild assumptions, Sam would object to them or show him how wrong he was in his assumptions, and then they would fight. Sometimes verbally, sometimes physically, and sometimes both. Okay, usually it was both. So what was wrong with him? Sam imagined the worst-case scenario.
"Guv," he began, in a very soft and reluctant voice. "Are you… dying?"
Gene looked sideways at him once the Cortina was parked outside Sam's flat. "What makes you say that?"
"Well, you've been acting very odd lately; very quiet, letting me run CID practically. Chris is worried that you might be ill, Annie thinks you're still depressed about the divorce, Ray thinks you've been preparing me to take your place - which, by the way, he isn't too happy with the thought - and Phyllis just thinks you've finally lost it."
Gene finally turned his head to look at his DI. "And you think I'm dying?"
"Well, what else could it be? You did just ask that we talk privately up in my flat about something, which I don't see why we couldn't talk in the Lost and Found or in one of the cells. But if it's because you're about to… you know…"
"Cop it?" Gene provided.
"Yeah," Sam nodded solemnly. "Then it's understandable that you'd want to talk to me alone and help you to… make out your will." Sam kept his eyes on the car's shag pile.
Gene laughed, startling Sam out of his bereavement. He shook his head, an amused smile still on his face. "Oh, Sammy, Sammy, Sammy… you an' yer wild imagination."
Sam's eyebrows rose in shock and hope. "So, you're not…?"
"Far from it," Gene smirked. "One little thing in my demeanor changes and you all jump to conclusions."
Sam snorted. "You seem surprised by that statement."
Gene patted Sam on the knee before opening the car door. "C'mon, I'll tell ya in yer flat. Haven't worked up how to tell you yet, but I will. First part will be easy, actually. The second…" Gene shook his head as if he couldn't even believe it himself, "I may need to get liquored up before I even hint at it."
~**~
The moment they're inside Sam's flat, Gene slammed the door shut with his foot and pushed Sam into the wall, almost gently, with one hand. Sam stared at him expectantly, not sure if Gene will start throwing punches first or begin the "talk" with something politically incorrect. Instead, he confused Sam by suddenly saying:
"I know 'bout you."
Sam's eyebrows shot up again. "Pardon?"
"I know, Sam. You think yer from the future."
Sam stared, shocked and not sure how to approach the subject. He could just open and close his mouth in astonishment.
"But that don't matter," Gene continued. "And do you know why?"
Sam blinked. "Why?"
"Because you're a good copper. Yer one of the best DI's I've ever had, and I'll be damned if I would lose you to the funny farm."
Sam tried to move around Gene's body to get away from the wall. He was suddenly feeling stifled, his heart pounding hard in his chest. But Gene returned him against the wall with just one light push. Sam wasn't struggling hard, almost afraid of what Gene would do, so he decided to play by the Guv's rules just for a bit longer. He sighed, glancing down away from Gene's piercing green eyes.
"But you believed me when I told you Crane said…"
"Yes, I know that, Sam. I sided with you because there was no way I was gonna let a murdering bastard like Crane walk free."
"Yet you'd let a 'madman' like me walk free."
Gene stepped closer, the smell of alcohol and smoke radiating off him. "You're not dangerous, Sam. Maybe to yourself, but not to others. You haven't gone off and killed anyone. You haven't done any of kind of crime, really, so I saw no good reason to have you committed." Gene laughed almost darkly. "Lock you away just because you claim to be from the future, and because you hear voices say yer name on the radio? I'd have to be a nutter myself to lose a good officer like you."
Sam couldn't help it, but he smiled. And that smile changed the expression on Gene's face to something softer, nearly unrecognizable.
"Thanks, Guv. You have no idea how much this means to me."
"I do, actually, but I don't know first hand what it's like being a nutter."
Sam chuckled again, eyes brightening. Then Gene leaned even closer and placed his hands onto Sam's waist. Sam froze, unsure what Gene was about to do, and then held his breath when Gene slowly brought him into a loose hug. Sam stayed shocked for a minute, then decided the hell with it and wrapped his arms around Gene's shoulders. In return, Gene brought his arms around Sam tighter and held him close, nose buried in Sam's neck. He could feel the warmth of Gene's breath against a pulse point, and it was making him flush from head to toe.
"I've been debating on telling you everything for the past couple days now," Gene murmured into him. "I think that it's for the best that I did. This way you have someone you can come to if you need to start being all crazy, and I can help reign you in if you get outta hand."
"Annie knows…" Sam suddenly admitted aloud.
Gene pulled back a ways to look at him. "Cartwright? You've told 'er?"
"She was the first I told, when I first got here," Sam said softly.
"Well, I'll be damned. No wonder you two have been as thick as thieves since you met. You've been telling 'er all yer crazy stories from the start. That why she's been wetting herself over ya? Because yer so weird and different?"
Sam smiled shyly. "I dunno… I guess it's because I don't treat her the same as the other guys. And it might have something to do with my individuality."
"'Cause yer a loony."
Sam chuckled. "Not entirely, but she does think that."
"Well, you are one, but lucky fer you you're also a great copper, smart as a whip, and uncommonly handsome. So, yeh lucked out there, Tyler."
Sam stared. "I'm what?"
Realizing what he'd admitted out loud, Gene blushed lightly. "You 'eard me, Tyler. I'm not repeating it."
Sam's grin widened. "You called me handsome."
"I said uncommonly handsome," Gene sniffed. "There's a difference."
"Uncommonly handsome…" Sam repeated, continuing to grin. His mind and heart both worked overtime. "That's really a reason why you didn't get a doctor's report on me?"
"That's one, like I've said. I mean; good-looking bloke like you in a place like that? You'd be raped for sure."
"So why am I 'uncommonly handsome' to you, Guv?" Sam said, trying not to bat his eyelashes at the same time. His heart was doing the tango.
Gene seemed to flounder for a second, but then he snapped back to his usual self. "That's the…" he cleared his throat, "The second thing I was gonna try talkin' to you about."
Sam stood and waited, arms crossed and gaze steady. "Yes?"
Gene opened his mouth, as if he were about to say, but then closed it and swallowed. Then his demeanor changed suddenly from shy to angry. "Don't be so impatient, Sam, I'll tell ya when I will tell ya."
Then, oddly, Gene walked off and went to Sam's kitchenette. Sam followed him with his eyes first, watching disbelievingly as Gene opened his little fridge as if looking for something to eat, and then shut it. Then he looked around the cupboards for something and found it: Sam's wine stash.
"Make yourself at home, Guv," grumbled Sam sarcastically as he walked over to sit on the edge of his bed.
"Cheers, Sam," said Gene, obviously ignoring Sam's tone. He took down two wine glasses and filled them. Sam ended up smiling instead of scowling as Gene handed him his glass. Gene then proceeded to sit in Sam's armchair. He waited for Gene to continue, but he didn't.
After a few silent sips between them, Sam spoke, running a finger around the rim of the wine glass.
"So, Guv… do you believe me when I say I'm from the future?"
"Not exactly," Gene eyeballed him. "I believe yer a loon is what I believe."
"What about those things I've been right about?" Sam pointed out.
"What things?"
"You know," Sam waved a dismissing hand about. "Red Rum winning the Grand National, the bomb threat not being the IRA, the team that won the FA Cup…"
"Good guesses, that's all." Gene interrupted. Sam snorted, shaking his head.
"There will be a woman prime minister, you know."
"Now yer just trying to get my goat."
Sam laughed. "It's true, Guv. Margaret Thatcher will be the one; you'll see."
"If you're wrong, you'll be buying me drinks for a week."
Sam smiled at his Guv, feeling almost delighted to be having this conversation. "What do I get if I'm right?"
"Something good, if things don't… blow up in me face." Gene grumbled the last part into his glass before sipping. Sam stared at him in wonder for a silent moment.
He sighed, setting his wine glass down on the little table by his bed. "All right, enough with the evasion. Just tell me the second thing you were gonna tell me."
Gene looked away, and… was that pouting? "I dun wanna now; mood's ruined, thanks to you."
Sam raised an eyebrow. "What did I do?"
"Ya ruined the mood, like I said!" Gene grumped. He kept his head turned away, and Sam almost laughed at the childishness of it all.
"You should've told me it first then, when you had me up against the wall."
"Yeah…" Gene said quietly, almost coyly. "I should have."
Silence again, and then Sam stood and placed himself back against the wall next to his door. "Okay, then, Guv. Let's start over. Come over here and keep me pinned against the wall with one hand and put your other hand on my waist. Then tell me."
"It's not the same."
"Oh, come on. It's not that hard to get the mood right again, is it? Just come over here, be all palsy with me again and tell me."
Gene folded his arms over his chest, still slightly pouting. "No, it's all ruined now. It'll feel too fake and I don't want it to."
Sam smiled in some amusement, but mostly in awkwardness, because the way Gene had held him and been close to him had given him an idea of just what Gene wanted to say. He shook his head, still smiling, when Gene wouldn't move, and then went to sit back down on his bed.
"All right, just build the mood back up again, no big deal. We could… have dinner together here, or at some restaurant if you like. And then you could, I don't know, say some nice things to me, take my hand and…"
"Shut it, Dorothy," Gene growled. He suddenly stood from the chair, charged at Sam, and manhandled him onto his back on the bed. He placed himself between Sam's legs, spreading them wide with his own, and pressed himself down onto Sam with just enough pressure to show that he wasn't letting Sam up any time soon.
Sam enjoyed the weight of Gene on him, which surprised even himself once he realized it. Gene buried his face into Sam's neck again and inhaled, and Sam blushed when he figured out that Gene was taking in his scent like a drug. Tentatively, Sam wrapped his arms around Gene's wide back.
Then, Gene kissed him ever so softly below the ear before retreating again into his neck. Sam chuckled softly, vibrating them both.
"Just say it, you Neanderthal."
Gene balanced onto his elbows, held Sam's head between his hands, and said hoarsely, softly,
"…Yer a crazy lunatic, Sam, but somehow… I love ya."
Sam smiled, and Gene's chest swelled.
"Ditto, Gene. I mean the 'I love you' part, not the…"
"Shut it," Gene growled, and then kissed him.
~**~
That morning, Sam woke first to find himself entangled with Gene Hunt, blankets twisted around their bodies from the waist down. He shifted slightly, pleased to know that his bum didn't hurt as bad as he thought it would, and snuggled back down against Gene, whom was now his lover. Gene grunted something in his sleep before turning more toward Sam and flinging an arm around him. Sam echoed said grunt from the force of that flung arm.
"Oi, you're squishing me," he complained against Gene's face, hoping to wake him. He pushed Gene's shoulder to move that process along faster. "Oi, Guv!"
"Mmph… wha' is it?" Gene's eyes opened a crack.
"Yer suffocating me."
"Nonsense, ducky. I'm jus' keepin' ya warm."
"I'm warm enough," Sam grumbled. "And you really need to brush your teeth, especially if you expect a kiss from me this mornin'."
Gene leaned forward to do just that, but Sam batted him away. "Oi, what did I tell you?"
"Yer a prissy bitch in the mornin', aren't ya?" Gene sighed. Then he proceeded to yawn in Sam's face and Sam turned his head in disgust. Gene smacked his lips.
"Ugh! That could strip away my ugly wallpaper!"
"Yer just saying that to make me feel better." Gene reached down to his trousers on the floor and fished out his packet of cigarettes. He found them, and his lighter, and lit up. Affronted, Sam got up from the bed long enough to fetch the ashtray from the top of his television set and handed it to Gene. Then he opened both windows a crack before getting back into bed.
"What're you doing back?" Gene said, after a puff. "Shouldn't ya be making me breakfast?"
"Ha, bloody, ha, Guv. If you must know, I was comfortable and I plan on getting that way again, so budge over."
After making room again, Gene brought an arm around Sam and pulled him close as he took another puff on his fag. Sam nuzzled close, burying his face into Gene's shoulder and enjoyed at least that much of Gene that actually smelled nice.
Gene then, oddly enough, offered his cigarette for Sam to puff on. Sam declined with a shake of his head.
"Come on, Gladys, it's only one puff. Not like it'll hurt ya that much."
"I don't wish to get back into the habit, thanks," Sam said.
Gene stared. "Ya used to smoke?"
Sam cringed when he realized the cat was out of the bag. "Yeah, years ago. But I'm healthier for it. I can run faster and further, and I feel a hell of a lot better for it. So again I say to you, no thanks. I get enough secondhand smoke as it is."
"What difference would inhaling some straight from the ciggie hurt, then?" Gene inquired.
"Seriously, I don't want to…"
"Not even if it's after sex?" Gene wiggled his eyebrows.
"As you may recall, Guv, we had sex last night not this morning."
Gene rolled them so that he was now towering over Sam, holding himself up with one elbow and giving Sam very little space.
"That can be arranged."
"No," Sam pushed at Gene's chest. "Not until you've brushed your teeth."
"Big girl," Gene grumbled, and then leaned down to give Sam a chaste kiss. "Come on, Sammy boy, it's not like one puff will do that much more damage to ya." He held the cigarette up to Sam's mouth again. "Let's see those pretty lips of yours wrapped around the end of my butt."
Sam arched one eyebrow, nearly laughing. "Excuse me?"
"You 'eard me, Sam. Suck me fag. I wanna see those cheeks hallow out as you inhale, and then I wanna see those lips pucker as they blow the smoke out in a long, blue stream."
Sam smirked. "Who knew smoking could sound so romantic?" he quipped, but then he did end up wrapping his lips around the butt of Gene's cigarette and took a drag. Gene's eyes glazed over as he watched, and when Sam blew the smoke upward into the air with ease and grace, it got Gene's motor roaring. Sam was feeling somewhat high from the nicotine as he lay there in a pleasant daze.
"My God, Sam," Gene growled, and then attacked Sam's neck since Sam didn't want to snog. Sam tilted his head back to allow his Guv room, enjoying the feel of Gene's mouth on him once more. Gene sucked and licked all around Sam's neck, enjoying the unique taste and the salt off his skin. He was soon on top of Sam and rutting like an animal in heat. Sam held him, letting him rut, his own morning wood straining against Gene's stomach. He stayed almost docile; submissive and giving.
"Hell yes," panted Gene. He spread Sam wider before spearing at Sam's hole blindly without the use of hands. Sam was still loose enough from last night, and Gene was inside with only two gentle pushes. Sam automatically tightened his legs around Gene's flanks, head thrown back and mouth gaping in a silent moan. Gene fucked him with no pauses. The bed rocked dangerously, as if on its last legs. Sam began panting in Gene's ear the closer they came to completion, the ash on Gene's cigarette - still between his fingers - getting longer from neglect, the longer they fucked. Sam's pants became whines as his balls tightened, and too soon he was coming, moaning aloud as his orgasm overtook him. Gene slammed his hips harder, skin slapping lewdly, before he finished as well; moans deep and gravely.
Gene lit a second cigarette after snubbing out the first, and Sam stole it from his fingers and took a puff.
"Damn it, Sammy," Gene groaned. "Now every time I see you sucking on a fag I want to shag you."
"I'll remember that," Sam smiled.
They only got to relax for a moment before there was a knock on the door. Panicking, Gene got out of bed and went to hide in Sam's bathroom. Sam hurried to find his underwear amongst the scattered clothes on the floor.
"Hold on, I'm coming," Sam said to the person on the other side of the door. He heard Gene laugh softly in the bathroom from the innuendo Sam accidentally said. Sam rolled his eyes.
"It's me. Annie," she said. "I was wondering if you seen the Guv; a body's been found, and..."
Sam got as far as his trousers, neglecting his shirt and vest, before opening the door. Annie stood in shock at Sam's semi-nakedness.
"I was just waking up," he said, running a hand over his already bedraggled hair. "Um…"
Annie's eyes trailed Sam's torso. "You… should've told me you weren't dressed yet. I would have waited."
"Yes, well… I didn't want you to stand out there too long. Neighbors might start to get nosy." Sam held the door open for her, and she walked in, cheeks red.
When Sam picked up his shirt from the floor, he just realized that not all the clothing on the floor was his. He wasn't sure if Annie would notice, but when he looked at her she was looking down at the ashtray on the floor.
"Taking up smoking now, Sam?" she inquired, eyebrow raised.
"Er… maybe."
"And have you also started wearing the Guv's coat?" she said, pointing out the camel-haired coat lying across the armchair.
"Oh, um… no. He's here, actually. I mean he spent the night…" When Annie's eyebrows rose even higher, he quickly explained, "I slept on the chair, he was in the bed."
"With two pillows?"
"I… put my pillow there when I got up."
"Then why are there two indents on the bed?" she said, indicating that there were indeed the imprints of two bodies having been lying in bed, even though they were close together and could have been just one big indent. "And where is the blanket you used in the chair?"
"I… I used the Guv's coat."
Annie sighed and shook her head. "Sam, I'm not that stupid. You two slept in the same bed, didn't you?"
Sam fumbled for words, for an excuse, but came up with nothing. He bowed his head and didn't answer her.
"I thought so," she said. "Because I doubt you gave yourself that love-bite."
"What, where?" Sam gasped, placing a hand onto his neck instinctively. Annie giggled.
"I'm joking, Sam. You don't have one."
Sam sighed in relief, but then promptly blushed hard when he realized that Annie figured it all out.
"Look, I was going to tell you…"
"Don't worry about it, Sam. I had a feeling you were for a while now, especially when you haven't tried going past kissing with me. I only wish that you hadn't lead me on like that."
"I'm really sorry, Annie," he said, hugging her. She stiffed slightly in his embrace, mainly because he was still shirtless. He pulled away when he himself realized it. "I'll just… go tell the Guv."
When he opened the bathroom door (its lock didn't work), he found Gene was in the shower. Gene peeked his head around the curtain at him.
"She gone?"
"No," Sam sighed. "She found us out."
"Oh, great!" Gene bemoaned.
"Well, she is a detective after all," said Sam, almost proud.
"Tell 'er to go away so you can jump in the shower with me."
"Can't. She says that a body's been found, so we need to hurry."
Leaving the water running, Gene got out of the shower. "Then hurry up so we can figure out who the murderer is by teatime."
Sam sighed. Some things never changed.
~**~
The day after the murderer was found and brought to justice, Sam had another mental break down. Most were gone for the day except him and Gene, and Gene was just stepping out of the office to tell Sam it was time to go home when he noticed Sam holding tightly to a radio, tears streaming down his face. Gene stood beside him and watched, frightened for him.
"Sam?" said Gene kindly, putting a hand onto his shoulder. "Sammy? Time to go home."
"My… my mum… she spoke to me… she said…" What Sam was going to say died on his lips. Gene gently took the crackling radio out of Sam's hands and turned it off, placing it back on Sam's desk.
"You can tell me when we get home, Sam."
Sam looked up at him, eyes wild and glossy. "Home?"
"That's right, Sam. Home. Get you all snuggled up in bed with a nice cup of tea and then you can tell me what your mum said."
Gene helped him into his leather jacket and then took him by the hand and led him out of the station. Sam didn't speak until they made it to the Cortina.
"I'm not crazy, Guv. That really was my mum from 2006… I mean 2007. She's losing hope. She doesn't think I'll pull through. She…"
"Shh," Gene softly pressed a finger to Sam's mouth. "Don't worry about it now, Sam. Let's just get ya home first and get ya into bed, and then you can tell me all about it."
"I'm not mad, you know," Sam repeated once inside the car. "I'm not. I really am lying in hospital bed in a coma and…"
"I know, Sam, and if you don't shut that gob of yours I'll put it to better use." Gene started the car.
That got a smile out of Sam. "Romantic as ever, Gene."
"Only to barmy Inspectors that I love."
End!