Fic: Dirty dealings and long awaited visits. (WTS 'verse)
Title: Dirty dealings and long awaited visits.
Author: Me...lol
Spoilers: Set in 1981
Rating: Brown Cortina baby.
Word Count: Total 7156
Pairings: Gene/Sam
Summary: It's been one week since Sam crash landed back into Gene's life.
A/N: This is the first weekend that Sam visits Gene in London for the whole weekend. It's rather more eventful than they'd hoped but I did manage to squeeze 4 sex scenes into just 7156 words...get me,lol. It's set out in days. Set in between...
Truth be told Green Cortina (Gene/Sam & Annie/Sam)
Shake me, Break me Brown Cortina (Gene/Sam)
Snippets Green Cortina (Gene/Sam, Gene/The missus)
Shadows and Dust Green cortina (Sam/Gene)
Love hurts Green Cortina (Annie/Sam & Gene/Sam)
Dreamers never lie Green cortina (Sam/Gene)
Stand and deliver Green Cortina (Gene/Sam)
Friday~
On the drive down, Sam's contemplating the merits of turning up on the Guv's doorstep in nothing but a smile. He quickly dismisses the idea, basically 'cos he's never really fancied doing the hundred meters dash in the nuddy and as smart as he is, he's still gonna have to get from the car to the door without anyone spotting his pale arse waggling across the car park.
Ok, the image is amusing, Gene's face'd be priceless but it's not worth getting nicked for indecent exposure.
At least it's taken his mind of the bats flying round his belly. Shit, why's he so jittery? It's just the Guv, just a weekend in London. It's not really though is it, it's a dirty weekend in London with the bloke who's hauling his rear end back to Manchester to set up home with Sam.
See, it's all kinds of complicated.
It's not like he's never shagged the man before, they aren't going on a first date and he's not gonna meet his parents or anything. In fact, the last seven years of his life have largely been taken up by hopping in and out of bed with his hard headed DCI. So, why exactly does he have butterflies?
He knows exactly what Gene'd say to him; 'Belt up you pansy, s'just a bit of fun', but he can't banish these bloody nerves.
It's so normal; driving down to London to see his boyfriend.
Ha! Boyfriend? Christ, that just doesn't sound right. Sam imagines sending the Guv flowers and choccies and can see the look on his face. No, maybe not. Ok, boyfriend's not the right word then. You can't really call a bloke who's just turned fifty a 'boyfriend' but he's got not a sodding clue what to call him.
Lover..well, yea, Gene's most definitely his lover. Is that all though, is that all this boils down to, this thing between them? He's moved heaven and earth to get Gene to admit what he really feels. Lover doesn't seem adequate.
Partner..they were always that, even before the shouting and the shagging. If he thinks about it logically, the shagging'd just been a natural progression from the shouting. Maybe they'd always been heading to this. Sam doesn't know (he doesn't know a lot right now) but he isn't comfy thinking about what might've happened if he'd refused the Guv's invitation to suck him off in the back of that van.
Life mate...well that's just fucking silly. Thing is, he's running out of titles. They always were a bit undefinable though, Sammy likes it that way. No labels, apart from the obvious.
One thing's for sure, it's the first time since he's forcefully inserted himself back into the Guv's life that he's going for a 'visit' and it's more than a little nerve racking. The last time he'd driven these roads, he'd been about to turn up and turn everything on it's arse.
Maybe that's the reason, he's been asked to come. He's not sure but he wishes his palms'd stop sweating 'cos it's fast turning steering into an extreme sport. He's so caught up in his own little world, he doesn't see the van coming in the opposite direction and almost ends up missing a head. That'd give the Guv a shock.
He vows to give the road his full attention and tries really hard to ignore the little creatures doing back flips in his gut.
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Gene's been pacing like a caged animal for the last hour, he can clearly see footprints in his cheap carpet. It's evidence of his inability to sit the fuck down when he's worrying over something.
Sam's coming.
Ok, not the best turn of phrase but it's accurate. If he gets his way, it'll be damned accurate. No, Sam's coming here, now, well soon anyway. Gene's been looking at his watch and the wall clock every five minutes for the last sixty and it's really starting to piss him off. There's a pile of fag butts a mile high in the ashtray, the air's practically turned blue from his many, varied and colourful curses and he's been drinking like a fish since he got in.
Why's he so bloody nervous?
Gene doesn't know but he does know, the last thing he wants is Tyler turning up and finding him too hammered to even answer the door. Wouldn't that be a treat for his DI. Come down to London expecting a weekend of vivid fantasy fulfillment and end up having to paste the aging lothario back together because he's got himself too sloshed to function. Nice.
Gene eyes the tumbler in his hand then slams it down on the side and takes two firm steps back. No, he wants to be able to actually enjoy Sam's presence in his home.
He should've been here by now, what's taking him so bloody long? Gene's rational side (sounding a lot like Tyler) starts spouting about traffic and time delays but his insecure side, the part of him that's been dreading Sam changing his mind, tells him that he's been jilted. Sam's come to his senses and he'll get a 'Dear John' phone call sometime in the next half hour.
It's bloody ridiculous. He's well past the age when you're 'sposed to worry about spouses ditching you unceremoniously..wait, spouses? 'Ecky thump! Since when did he and Gladys get sodding married?
This thinking in circles ain't making Sam turn up any faster and he's beginning to wonder if he didn't just get the time wrong. Wouldn't be the first time he's zoned out on a conversation with the windbag.
He's about to make himself a nice calming cup of tea when the door knocks.
At bloody last!
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Sam's as fidgety as a bird with a battery fan shoved somewhere delicate and he can't stop shifting from one foot to the other. He looks like a kid outside his headmasters office and it's making him feel bloody stupid but he can't control it.
It's a freaky feeling, being this nervous about seeing the bloke he's been happily (and not so happily) shagging for the last god knows how many years. It's not quite first date nerves. No, it's...different. Like, if they fuck this up it'll set the tone and they'll be stuck with it, for the rest of their lives.
Bit melodramatic. Still the way he feels.
He lifts his hand to knock, lets it hover in mid air for a moment then brings his knuckles down against the wood, giving it two sharp taps. He hears someone crash into something the other side of the door, swearing, then silence.
Finally, the door cracks, hinges protesting and he can see Gene's face peeking out. It's then that he starts actually breathing again. He hadn't realised he'd stopped, but apparently, according to the spots dancing round in front of his eyes, he had.
Now his lungs have started to function again, his mind goes back to exactly how royally they could screw this up. Gene takes a bloody age to open the door properly but when he does, all Sam's doubts just evaporate.
Gene looks as scared as he feels and it nullifies everything Sam's been worrying about on the way down here, making him feel like a total prat. Thank fuck for that.
Gene's staring at him like he's got two heads and Sam rushes to dispel whatever thoughts've been rattling round his lover's brain all day. "Missed you"
Gene's face breaks into a grin and he stands a little straighter. Years of anticipating Gene's next move has got him attuned to the slightest change in posture, expression or mood. He can see the worry draining from Gene's body and it's soothing.
Gene spots the relieved expression on Sam's face and his own smile widens. He laughs, loud. It comes from somewhere down by his toes and it feels good, bloody good.
They're stood wetting themselves when they both realize that they're still outside Gene's flat instead of in and people are probably starting to look.
Sam sees a tiny shift in Gene's demeanour and his mouth goes dry, his brain freezes and his body begins to hum.
A weeks worth of pent up frustration and nervous energy mutates into something more manageable, something they're used to dealing with and Gene stands back, holds the door wide and raises his eyebrows at Sam.
It's only been five days but Sam feels like a junkie suffering withdrawal. His skin's tingling, buzzing with anticipation of his next fix. He steps over the threshold into hard lines and soft curves and feels himself drift away. This is more like it, this is more like them and it's exactly what he needs.
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They've ditched their clothes and are stood in the middle of Gene's bedroom, not saying a word.
Gene's got his arms wrapped round Sam's waist, fingers splayed across his taught belly, enjoying the feel of Sam's flesh surrounding him. God, it's been days but it feels like years. Gene's body responds to Sam's presence the only way it knows how. An instant, violent erection that's begging attention is resting in the cleft of Sam's arse but Gene doesn't want to shatter the moment.
He's got his chin propped on Sam's shoulder and is inhaling the scent of leather and tobacco, of Sam.
Sam lets himself slide back, settling into Gene's arms. He can feel Gene breathing, in out in out, against his back and it's calming as well as maddening. He's spent the better part of the last week imagining doing unspeakable things with his DCI but right now, wrapped in Gene, it's enough just to stand and feel.
Gene turns his head, puts his cheek on Sam's shoulder and brushes his lips against Sam's throat. It makes Sam shiver and Gene's own skin begins to twitch in anticipation.
He traces lazy circles along Sam's jaw, dropping sporadic kisses on stubbly skin. He tastes, he tastes fucking amazing. It's all things, that first mouthful of beer after a hard day, first summer sun cresting the clouds, first time your heart knows you're in love but the rest of you is yet to catch up, all things.
Sam rests his hands on top of Gene's and tangles their fingers together, starts pushing them downwards.
Gene takes the hint and continues down, down, down until he feels the tip of Sam's cock nudging at his palm. Together they wrap their hands round Sam, taking up a rhythm that turns his knees to jelly, his mind to mush.
Gene feels Sam slump against him, head thrown back, throat exposed for further exploration and can't resist taking another taste. While their joined hands drive Sam crazy, Gene lets his teeth and tongue tip him past the point of no return.
Before Sam's legs completely give out, Gene takes his weight and pushes him towards the bed. Sam's too far gone to notice what's happening but he feels the edge of the mattress hit his shins and he falls forward, still with Gene's mouth attached to his throat.
Gene has to remove his hands from Sam but Sam's refusing to let him. Finally Gene frees himself and begins rooting around for something to use. His fingers fall on the tube of lubricant he'd put out earlier and Sam breaks through the fuzzy haze long enough to laugh at him.
"Bit over confident weren't we?"
"Gladys, you were always many things, a sure thing was only one of 'em"
"Cheeky fu..."
Sam doesn't get chance to finish because one of Gene's hands is back, squeezing and manipulating him. The other is spreading cold liquid across his arse and it's making his brain fire off messages left right and centre. Now, more, quicker, harder. All things Gene'll get to but it's no use pushing 'cos he'll take his own sweet time, he always has.
Sam's brain understands that, his body is less patient and his hips buck, causing Gene to slip the finger pushing against him, fully inside.
Gene chuckles but doesn't withdraw his hand, instead setting a rhythm that makes Sam's stomach turn over.
"Eager little beaver ain't we, Sammy boy?"
Sam's vocal cords stopped working somewhere back at Gene's front door and all he can manage is a strangled moan and another twitch of his hips. It isn't long before Gene's slipped another finger inside Sam, making him spread his legs and push down into Gene's palm.
Gene watches Sam ride his fingers and feels his cock jump, beg for some loving of it's own, but he holds back, not willing to give up the view. Sam's a truly gorgeous bloke when he gets going. Usually so stayed, it's so fucking hot watching him when he's like this. Nothing guarded just passion and heat and need.
Gene thinks he could spend a lifetime thinking up ways to break Sam's legendary calm, then realises that's exactly what he's got and the need to completely take Sam over gets too much and he removes his hand.
Sam's body follows, not willing to give up contact but Gene's mouth stops his movement. Leaning forward, letting his tongue slide against heated skin, he leaves a trail of fire that causes Sam's brain to implode.
Gene continues to pump his fist around Sam, raises up on his knees and slips the head of his cock against Sam's arse.
Sam stills, holds his breath, waits for Gene to push forward. When he doesn't Sam begins to beg, "Please, fuck please Gene, don't, just don't make me, shit please"
Gene's body is also begging him, want, take, have so he gives in and buries himself within Sam's tight, hot body. Sam's cry of triumph makes Gene's knees go weak but he holds off from simply pounding into him. Using his free hand to steady himself against Sam, he begins a slow, steady rhythm that sends Sam's already struggling mind into overload.
He's no longer a man, separate parts and pieces, he's one big ball of nerves all screaming for release but he's gonna have to wait it out, wait for Gene to come crashing over the edge to join him.
It doesn't take long, basically because Gene doesn't do will power. Sam arches beneath him and he slams forward, pushing Sam's face into the bed covers. It's uncomfortable, Sam can't breath properly but he isn't gonna complain, not when Gene's riding him like a wild animal and he can feel himself pushing closer and closer to nothingness.
The sounds of flesh against flesh and Gene's voice make Sam claw at the sheets.
"God, shit, Sammy, your so fuckin'..hell it's not gonna, oh god please just..."
Sam clenches his muscles and slams himself into Gene's hand. Gene thrusts into Sam once, twice more then they both fall off the edge of the map.
Sweaty and sated, Gene slumps against Sam's back, lays there and pants until Sam begins to shift under him. Realising he probably weighs a ton, he rolls away, wrapping his arms round Sam and dragging him against his chest.
Sam's still heaving for breath and can't quite manage cohesive thought but he feels Gene drop a kiss into his hair and begins to drift off, knowing that he'll wake tomorrow morning, pleasantly numb.
Saturday~
They start early, Sam's always been a quick riser. Well ain't that the truth...Not only is he incapable of sleeping past stupid 'o' clock, he's a cheerful fucker first thing in the morning aswell. It sets Gene's teeth on edge. Especially as he spent the majority of last night using Sam's thighs as ear muffs and he's so shattered he could sleep through Carmen Miranda dancing the fandango on his head.
It's not to be, not when Sammy boy's up, dressed and cooking breakfast in Gene's bloody kitchen. He's making enough noise to wake the dead and the way he's going, he'll be joining the ranks real soon.
Gene's got his'self nice and comfy, head buried deep beneath a pile of pillows, one leg swinging free over the side of the bed but he still can't block out the racket Sam's making. Bastard "S'too friggin' early to be hummin', Gladys"
He hears Sam laugh and really wants to get up and thump the git but that'd take motivation and he's decidedly lacking in that area. Instead he rolls over, presses his head further into the bed and prays something'll fall on Sam, heavy enough to shut him up.
Gene's kitchen is directly down the hall from his bedroom and Sam can see Gene's arse poking out of the covers. It's certainly a distracting sight and he can't help appreciating it. He's appreciating it that much he doesn't feel his hand slipping towards the lit gas and seconds later he's hopping around, sucking on singed flesh.
The noise is too much and Gene really can't get back to sleep so he throws the covers off, stands and saunters into the kitchen, completely starkers.
Sam stops hopping up and down long enough to take in Gene's half hard cock and flicks an eyebrow in his direction.
"What, s'not like you don't 'ave a mornin' shiner. You're just up too friggin early for me to enjoy it"
In all the hopping and jumping, Sam's knocked a tea towel onto the floor. He bends to retrieve it and hears Gene's voice floating above him, "While yer down there"
Sam's about to tell him to piss off, he's not cooking him a fry up and sucking him off, when a memory comes slip sliding into his mind and he grins.
Settling himself on his knees, Sam leans over and flicks the gas off, making sure they aren't gonna get blown sky high, then turns back to face Gene's impressive thigh muscles.
Gene's looking down at him in a mixture of confusion and anticipation, "Was only jokin' Tyler, you don't 'ave to..."
Sam raises his head, reaches forward lightning quick, grabs Gene behind the knees and pulls his legs out from underneath him. Gene slams into the tiles, shouts indignantly and glares at Sam "What the fuck..."
"Shut up" Sam shimmies up Gene's body, takes the tea towel still in his hand and wraps it round Gene's wrists and one of the table legs.
Gene's expression is equal parts intrigue and horny and Sam laughs then slides back down his body, making sure to rub against Gene's now fully erect cock.
The friction makes Gene's eyes roll up in his skull and he moans, low. "What ever it is you're doin' Sam, best get on with it 'cos I'm hungry"
Sam puts a finger to his lips, shushes Gene and lowers himself to Gene's feet.
Gene's about to ask what the fuck Sam thinks he's doing when he feels something hot and wet sliding against his ankle. It shouldn't be getting the response it is but Gene's cock twitches and he moans again.
Who knew, ankles are sexy.
Sam takes his time, running his tongue across Gene's skin, pushing higher and higher until he's got his lips at the back of Gene's knee. Gene's leg jumps and almost smacks Sam in the nose with his knee. Sam decides no blow job is worth getting his face rearranged and continues on his path.
Gene's long since given up trying to think in any kind of cohesive manner, is instead enjoying the way Sam's tongue's rasping against his thighs, causing his belly to dip and flip, his hips to buck. He tries wiggling down, forcing Sam's mouth to where he wants it but his arms are stretched above his head and anchored, he's not going anywhere.
"Tyler!"
Sam chuckles round a mouthful of flesh and asks "What Guv, need something?"
Gene growls and pushes himself as far down as he can, "Yea, you up here, now"
Sam feels the barely retrained strength beneath him and knows that Gene could quite easily free himself but is obviously enjoying the attention. So, instead of pushing his luck, he slides up, lets his breath tickle Gene's curls then takes him into his mouth.
Oh Christ, Sam's got his talented tongue wrapped round Gene's todger and Gene's having serious trouble breathing. Oxygen is becoming an issue because he's too busy concentrating on the way Sam's twisting his neck to really care about making his lungs work.
Gene feels fingers circle him and he slams himself upwards, forcing his cock to the back of Sam's throat. Sam gags once then settles into the feel of having Gene firmly wedged in his mouth and hollows his cheeks.
Sam's squeezing the base of Gene's cock and sucking him as hard as he can. Just a hint of teeth and Gene's fucking Sam's mouth, sliding himself in and out until nothing's left but sky blue fire and hot tight blackness.
Sam hums round Gene, sending vibrations throughout his entire body and Gene feels himself slide right on out of existence. He lets Sam's lips drag him kicking and screaming into his orgasm and spills himself down Sam's throat.
Once his cock is limp and placid in Sam's mouth, he looks up, sees Sam wiping cum from his chin and collapses back to the floor. Jesus. This's gonna be a long weekend.
Sam lets Gene slip from his mouth, crawls up his body and unties his hands. As Gene's massaging some feeling back into his wrists, Sam stands and goes back to their forgotten breakfast.
"Go on stud, get yourself cleaned up, take a shower or something, I'll finish this"
Gene hauls himself to his feet, stands behind Sam and wraps his arms round his waist "Need someone to scrub me back, don't I?"
Sam shakes his head, laughs and continues frying bacon, "No, you need to get dressed. If I get in that shower with you, we'll spend all day in bed"
Gene pouts and shoves his shoulder into Sam's back "You sayin' that's a bad thing?"
"No you plonker, I'm sayin' I'd like to actually see some of London while I'm here. I can get you soapy any time I want"
"You really know 'ow to make a fella feel special, don't ya"
"Stop sulking and get your arse in the shower"
"Fine, but next time you wanna share the loofer, you can forget it"
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They've finally managed to make it out the apartment. After breakfast and another round of hide the salami, Sam's got Gene up and dressed and out the door. They're sat in a pub, big shock, and Gene's going on about his new squad.
"S'not that they ain't good coppers. They are. It's just too..."
"Too organised?"
"Ha, but actually, yea, sorta. Although Phinn's quite amusin'"
"Phinn, who's Phinn?"
"My new DI"
It's completely irrational but Sam's brain ticks over into jealous monster mode and he finds himself instantly disliking this 'Phinn' bloke and he hasn't even met him. He knows it's stupid, Gene was bound to get a new DI, it's just, he's Gene's DI, no one else.
"New DI? Oh, replaced me easily enough didn't you"
"Shut up you prat, he's a good bloke. You'd like him. He's just as much of a pain in my arse as you were"
Gene's smiling into his pint and attempting to avoid Sam's eyes. He knows exactly what Sam's saying. He's just refusing to give him the satisfaction of admitting it. Although, saying Phinn was his new DI was bound to wind Sammy boy up. Possessive little bugger. Gene knows it'll take Sam all of ten minutes to realize what a dick he's being but in the mean time, why not wind the little scroat up, always good for a laugh.
"Were..were, you forget you're 'sposed to be coming home sometime soon? That means I am a pain in your arse"
"Phinn's been trying to get me to quit smokin', good luck with that. He took me to a bar the other night aswell. Wall to wall fanny as far as the eye could see"
Sam's hackles rise and he feels himself turning green. Phinn, bloody Phinn, taking Gene to a titty bar, fucking cheek. Who does he think he is...He looks up to see Gene grinning from ear to ear and realises he's being played.
Sam blushes, turns his attention back to his drink and refuses to make eye contact with a now laughing Gene.
"You're so easy. An' for your information, I don't like it here, won't be stickin' around just because of DI Phinn, so you can stop gettin' yer panties in a twist"
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They've migrated to another bar, Gene'd been getting bored staring at the same four walls and didn't like the music. Not that he ever likes the music in pubs, never quite to his taste. Sam remembers Gene admitting to liking Roger Whittaker and snorts. The day they start playing that crap in pubs is the day Sam becomes a tetotaller.
Gene's at the bar getting another round in and Sam can see he's swaying slightly. Despite his issues with gravity, Gene's looking mighty fine. He's in good shape for an alcoholic chain smoker and Sam's eyes drift to his pert bum.
Gene's coat's hanging on the back of his chair along with his suit jacket, giving Sam a rather nice view of Gene's back and shoulders aswell as his bum. All in all, he doesn't think he's done too bad as far as catches go.
He's so busy enjoying the way Gene's clothes hang on him that he doesn't spot the guy sitting at the end of the bar, eyeing up Sam himself.
Sam may not have spotted him but Gene sure as fuck has and he ain't happy about some dude young enough to be his son, giving his bloke the eye.
He collects there drinks and wanders back to the table. Noticing the dopey look on Sam's face, he contemplates Sam's ability to zone out wherever he is. It's a real talent, not having to be stuck in any old humdrum situation 'cos your mind's a good place to go visiting.
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They're now stood at the bar, both leant heavily against it in an effort not to fall off their feet. How do they manage to get so pissed in such a short amount of time?
Sam looks down at his watch and sees that actually, they've been propping up this particular bar for a good few hours and it's well past six in the evening. Shit, don't time fly when you're having fun, or getting hammered.
Gene feels something cold and wet hit the back of his neck and turns to see Sam wiping his chin and looking mightily pissed off. There's a young good looking blond stood directly over Sam's shoulder who's got chiselled features and eyes like the ocean. Gene's hackles instantly come up.
It's the same little shitrag from earlier and as he's now got a belly full of beer, he's quite willing to go a few rounds with him, despite his age, height and weight advantages. Ever the optimist.
Before Gene's had the chance to lay into him, Sam shifts sideways, allowing the younger, fitter looking guy a full view of Gene and raises an eyebrow.
"And what exactly did you think you'd accomplish by pinching my arse?"
"Couldn't resist mate. It looked so good and I didn't think you're 'date' would mind. Not with him being old enough to remember the invention of the wheel and all"
"You cheeky little sh..."
Sam shoves a hand into Gene's face and smirks, "That's an interesting point you raise, allow me to retort" and he thumps him. One good punch that makes the smug bastard's head snap backwards and his arms windmill until he lands flat on his arse in a puddle of god knows what that soaks straight through his too tight designer jeans.
Gene watches the entire exchange, slightly baffled, highly amused and extremely proud. He's obviously been rubbing off on Sam. He'd expected him to talk his way out of the come on, not solve the problem with his fists.
The fact that the guy's good looking enough to model underwear and now has a very impressive shiner blossoming on his cheek, makes Gene chuckle. Serves the cheeky fucker right. Cracking on to his fella right in front of him, he's lucky it was Sam who smacked him. He'd still be searching for his teeth if it'd been Gene.
The youth has scrambled to his feet and is eyeing both Sam and Gene with contempt. He looks set to have another go when Gene interrupts, before Sam gets them both barred from what is fast becoming his favourite pub.
"Run along junior, 'for I give you something to cry about"
"Watch your back old timer"
"Why, it gonna do something good?"
He shakes his head, bears his teeth and growls before stomping away, mumbling under his breath.
"Trouble just seems to find you don't it Gladys?"
"S'not my fault I'm irresistible"
"Oh great, like you needed any more reason to be an egotistical twat. You'll be impossible for bloody weeks"
Sam grins and turns back to his pint before snaking a hand behind Gene and squeezing an arse cheek, hard.
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Finally, having forgotten the jumped up little oik and after many rounds, they exit the pub, leaving the stale booze and old ciggie smell behind. Gene stumbles off in the direction of the car only to be stopped by Sam's arm landing heavily round his shoulders "Nuhuh laughing boy. You're pissed" It comes out 'pished' and Gene has to bite his lip to stop from giggling.
Gene shakes Sam's arm off and continues along his unsteady path, rifling through his trouser pockets for the keys to the Quattro. He'd parked it in the alley round the corner from the pub, assuring Sam that no, it wouldn't get nicked. Not even todays scum were brave enough to blag his motor.
Sure enough, there she stands, a shining beauty in the dark. He'd been sad to see the Cortina go but Christ could the Quattro shift. It handled like a dream and Gene'd found himself pushing 120 so many times without even realising it that he'd fallen instantly and deeply in love with her.
Sam often joked that Gene loved that car more than him. He'd given her a name and everything. Slightly sad for a man of his years but hell if he didn't think she deserved a title.
Sam follows unsteadily behind Gene, swaying and tripping over his own feet. It'd be no good trying to wrestle the keys off him in this state. He can barely stand himself, a scuffle with the Guv'd probably leave him nursing a headache and a bruise or two. So he just keeps his mouth shut and wanders into the alley after Gene.
Whilst Gene gets into an argument with his keys, they seem to be refusing to stay in his hand, Sam leans heavily against the wall and watches, tickled by the way Gene's tongue is poking out of his mouth in concentration.
Sam hears a noise at the mouth of the alley and turns, still using the bricks to keep himself upright, to see the blond bloke from earlier standing there, smug smile on his lips, eyes sparking with amusement.
"Didn't I tell you earlier, I don't do wet behind the ears. Prefer my men with a few more miles on the clock"
"Yea, thought I'd give you a chance to reconsider my offer"
"No thanks, preschoolers just don't do it for me"
Gene's finally got his keys in the car door when he notices Sam talking to someone who isn't him. Straightening as much as he can with his world tilting on it's arse, he shuffles forwards to get a look at whoever's got Sam's attention.
He spots the slimy git and attempts to launch himself forward only to have the floor come up to meet him. He hears the blond say "That's a shame mate" and then he sees a pair of extremely expensive shoes shuffling forward.
He hears Sam's grunt then sees him hit the deck, rubbing his jaw and eyeing the toad with disgust, "You hit me!"
"Clever bloke ain't ya?"
"But, you hit me...exactly what part of this plan involves me not kicking your arse 'cos right now sunshine, I'm in no mood for this bollocks"
Gene's managed to pull himself to his knees and is watching closely. Sam's in no state for a fight, not that Gene is either, but he's not gonna let him start or finish something he can't handle. Wouldn't exactly set the weekend off with a bang.
The youth's looking a little less cocky now but he still lifts a foot and kicks Sam in the cheek, sending Sam sprawling backwards onto the shit encrusted floor.
Gene's up and across the distance before junior's put his foot down and lands him one right in the chest, knocking him sideways. While he's trying to right himself, Gene leans down and lifts Sam back on his feet, checking him over and asking how many fingers he's holding up.
"Twelve"
"What?"
"I'm pissed Gene, wouldn't matter if I had concussion or not, you'd still have more digits than you're meant too"
Gene chuckles, nods and is about to turn round when he sees Sam's eyes widen. He's not quick enough to shift out the way and feels pain explode behind his eyes as the git stood behind them hefts a brick into his skull.
Gene's got just enough time to see Sam reaching out to catch him before his world turns black.
Sam manages to get Gene before he hits the floor and lowers him gently to the pavement. When he looks back to the guy still holding the brick, his eyes are full of rage and fire. The bloke must be able to see what a bad idea it'd been to attack his bloke because he turfs the brick, turns tail and legs it out the ally.
Sam's about to run after him when he hears Gene groan and call his name.
"Sammy?"
"Yea Guv, I'm here"
"Shit, what hit me?"
"A brick"
"Little fucker, he gone?"
"Yea, was about to go after him but..."
Sam leans down, runs a hand over Gene's hair and comes away covered in blood. "Shit Gene, you're bleeding"
Gene winces and tries to stand, "Brick Sam, a brick, no wonder I'm friggin' bleedin'"
"You need a hospital"
"I need a drink, s'just a scratch. Get me back to the flat"
"No, we should..."
"I am not goin' to some London quack for a bloody nick, now get me in the car and get me 'ome. I've got a first aid kit there"
Sam sighs, shakes his head then helps Gene up and towards the car, "Fine, but if you've got a gaping hole in the back of your skull and all your brains fall out, don't say I didn't warn you"
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Gene's sat at a kitchen chair, grumbling about Sam's lack of bedside manner and flinching away every time he runs the TCP across his skin.
He's got a tiny cut and a hefty bruise already coming up but he'll live. Now he's just pissed that he's gonna have a stonker of a headache and no one to beat up for it.
"You should 'ave tagged the bastard"
"I would have done but you'd just been hit with a brick, I wasn't gonna leave you alone in that alley while I chased him round half of London"
Sam finishes patching him up and drops a kiss into his hair. Gene hisses and Sam laughs, "Sorry, forgot"
"I'll give you sorry"
"Stop bloody whining, could have been worse, he could have hit you somewhere it actually mattered"
Gene growls, whips round and grabs Sam by the hips, pulling him into his lap, "Cheeky sod, should put you over my knee"
Sam's eyes twinkle with something undefinable but he laughs and shakes his head. "Not likely, I'd be walking funny for a week"
Gene reaches up and cups Sam's cheek, presses his lips to Sam's and waits. Sure enough, Sam lets out a strangled sob and folds himself round Gene.
"You could have...he could have, shit Gene"
"Shhh, s'okay, take more than a prick with a brick to take down the Gene Genie"
Gene folds his arms beneath Sam and lifts, pressing him to his chest, carrying him to the bedroom and laying him down gently. Sam's still sniffling and wiping at his eyes but now there's a tension in his shoulders, one Gene can identify with. It might not've been much of a fight but it's still left him with excess energy shooting round his system.
He nudges Sam's knee, makes him shift over and climbs onto the bed beside him. Sam automatically comes to Gene, wrapping himself around his side, borrowing deep into his arms.
Gene strokes Sam's neck and shoulders, lets the shivers shaking his body die out before he speaks, "Hell of a weekend this turned out to be, eh?"
Sam snorts, bunches Gene's shirt in his fist and looks up into sea green orbs, "S'not all bad, got to do a bit of sightseeing, local colour and all that"
"Funny, I'd have preferred not seeing that much local colour but hey, whatever floats yer boat"
Sam gives him a watery smile then lets his head pillow on Gene's chest. Listening to the thumpthumpthump of the heartbeat beneath his ear. They lay like that for a while, Gene still gently running his hands over Sam's skin, soothing and calming until Gene's ministrations start filtering through to the other parts of Sam's body and he feels himself getting hard.
Gene can feel Sam's erection poking him in the thigh and raises an eyebrow at his partner, "You run that thing on batteries?"
"Funny, something about almost losing you, it's just...need to, have to know you're.."
Gene cuts across Sam's ramble with a kiss, silencing him the only way he knows how. He understands Sam's outpouring of emotion. If it'd been him, he'd be completely crazed by now but Sam's more in touch with his feelings and when he feels, he feels it all.
Gene lets his hands travel Sam's body, coaxing small sounds of delight.
Sam simply lays there, kissing Gene, enjoying the feel of having his hands on him.
Gene shifts over, covers Sam with his own body and begins to rock his hips. Making sure that he's touching all the right places, Gene grabs one of Sam's knees, spreading his legs and nestling himself between them.
Together they rock and sway, grind against each other until Sam's mewling beneath Gene and bucking his hips in a jerky, rhymeless dance that trips them both into violent orgasms.
Afterwards, still fully clothed and feeling a little less than fresh, Sam reaches up, tucks a strand of hair behind Gene's ear and mouths "I love you"
Gene smiles, drops a kiss on the end of Sam's nose and says "You too Gladys, you too"
Sunday~
They awake late, still dressed and covered in things Sam'd prefer not to think about and head towards the shower.
Once under the spray, Gene takes the soap, lathers it in his hands and starts massaging Sam's shoulders, working out all the kinks in his muscles.
Sam finds himself drifting off, letting himself drown in the feeling of having Gene's hands work wonders on his aching body. As predicted, his body responds the way it always does when Gene treats him like this and he can feel his erection straining and bobbing under the weight of the water beating down.
Gene ignores his own hard cock and turns Sam in his arms, presses him back into the tiles and begins licking his way down his body until he reaches Sam's weeping cock. With soap and water dripping in his eyes, Gene takes Sam into his mouth, surrounds him in slick, hot, heaven.
Sam's hips jerk but Gene pushes them back with his hands and holds him in place. Sam's toes curl as Gene wraps his tongue around and under the tip of him, keens when he removes a hand from his hip to grip his balls, pressing up and back until he's got a finger at his opening.
Finally, it's too much and Sam scrabbles for Gene's shoulders, pulling him upright, preventing him from taking it too far. Gene looks into Sam's eyes, presses his lips to his collar bone and moves forwards.
Sam lifts a leg, wraps it round Gene's waist, makes it easy for him.
Gene positions himself, slides up and encases himself in Sam's unforgiving body. Sam cries out and Gene slams his lips down, swallowing the sound.
It's slow and steady, quiet and gentle, taking them from one high to another, never slipping off the edge, not until Sam breaks the kiss and pleads "Please". That's all it takes for Gene to lose the battle and start shoving Sam into the tiles.
Sam scrapes his nails down Gene's back, lets his hands rest on Gene's arse and digs his claws in, causing Gene to lose it completely. Gene pumps himself into Sam until Sam begins to twitch around him, then he's disappearing into his own little world.
His vision whites out and he has to grab the shower curtain to stop himself from toppling sideways.
Panting, limp and completely drained, Sam watches Gene, chuckles at the look on his face then pushes him away. He steadies him beneath the water, rinses the pair of them off then helps Gene out of the shower.
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It's seven thirty at night, Sam's really gotta start driving back but he's still having his tongue sucked by Gene who's got him pinned to his front door. He's almost made it to the car twice just to have Gene distract him with his lips.
It isn't fair, he doesn't really want to leave and Gene isn't playing fair.
"Gene, Gene stop, I've really gotta..."
"No you don't Dorothy, you really really don't"
Sam can feel Gene's hands snaking south and squirms away, much to the other man's annoyance. Gene pouts, makes as if to pin Sam again but Sam manages to grab his bag and open the door before Gene can get his hands on him.
Gene, still sulking, walks to the door and brushes his lips across Sam's before stepping back and nodding, "See you next week?"
"Course! I'll give you a ring in the week. See you soon Guv"
"Yea, see ya, Gladys"
Gene watches Sam's retreating figure until he's all the way out of sight and down the stairs before he shuts the door. It's gonna be a long, long week.
Squeeze me, pleaze me Green/Blue Cortina (Gene/Sam)
Telegram Sam Green Cortina (Gene/Sam)
Homeward Bound Brown/Red Cortina (Gene/Sam)
Intergrating patterns White Cortina (Gene/Sam & Ray/Chris)
Reach Out Green Cortina (Gene/Sam)
Squashed tomoatos and stew Green Cortina (Gene/Sam, Chris/Ray)
Who's to say White Cortina (Gene/Sam
Author: Me...lol
Spoilers: Set in 1981
Rating: Brown Cortina baby.
Word Count: Total 7156
Pairings: Gene/Sam
Summary: It's been one week since Sam crash landed back into Gene's life.
A/N: This is the first weekend that Sam visits Gene in London for the whole weekend. It's rather more eventful than they'd hoped but I did manage to squeeze 4 sex scenes into just 7156 words...get me,lol. It's set out in days. Set in between...
Truth be told Green Cortina (Gene/Sam & Annie/Sam)
Shake me, Break me Brown Cortina (Gene/Sam)
Snippets Green Cortina (Gene/Sam, Gene/The missus)
Shadows and Dust Green cortina (Sam/Gene)
Love hurts Green Cortina (Annie/Sam & Gene/Sam)
Dreamers never lie Green cortina (Sam/Gene)
Stand and deliver Green Cortina (Gene/Sam)
Friday~
On the drive down, Sam's contemplating the merits of turning up on the Guv's doorstep in nothing but a smile. He quickly dismisses the idea, basically 'cos he's never really fancied doing the hundred meters dash in the nuddy and as smart as he is, he's still gonna have to get from the car to the door without anyone spotting his pale arse waggling across the car park.
Ok, the image is amusing, Gene's face'd be priceless but it's not worth getting nicked for indecent exposure.
At least it's taken his mind of the bats flying round his belly. Shit, why's he so jittery? It's just the Guv, just a weekend in London. It's not really though is it, it's a dirty weekend in London with the bloke who's hauling his rear end back to Manchester to set up home with Sam.
See, it's all kinds of complicated.
It's not like he's never shagged the man before, they aren't going on a first date and he's not gonna meet his parents or anything. In fact, the last seven years of his life have largely been taken up by hopping in and out of bed with his hard headed DCI. So, why exactly does he have butterflies?
He knows exactly what Gene'd say to him; 'Belt up you pansy, s'just a bit of fun', but he can't banish these bloody nerves.
It's so normal; driving down to London to see his boyfriend.
Ha! Boyfriend? Christ, that just doesn't sound right. Sam imagines sending the Guv flowers and choccies and can see the look on his face. No, maybe not. Ok, boyfriend's not the right word then. You can't really call a bloke who's just turned fifty a 'boyfriend' but he's got not a sodding clue what to call him.
Lover..well, yea, Gene's most definitely his lover. Is that all though, is that all this boils down to, this thing between them? He's moved heaven and earth to get Gene to admit what he really feels. Lover doesn't seem adequate.
Partner..they were always that, even before the shouting and the shagging. If he thinks about it logically, the shagging'd just been a natural progression from the shouting. Maybe they'd always been heading to this. Sam doesn't know (he doesn't know a lot right now) but he isn't comfy thinking about what might've happened if he'd refused the Guv's invitation to suck him off in the back of that van.
Life mate...well that's just fucking silly. Thing is, he's running out of titles. They always were a bit undefinable though, Sammy likes it that way. No labels, apart from the obvious.
One thing's for sure, it's the first time since he's forcefully inserted himself back into the Guv's life that he's going for a 'visit' and it's more than a little nerve racking. The last time he'd driven these roads, he'd been about to turn up and turn everything on it's arse.
Maybe that's the reason, he's been asked to come. He's not sure but he wishes his palms'd stop sweating 'cos it's fast turning steering into an extreme sport. He's so caught up in his own little world, he doesn't see the van coming in the opposite direction and almost ends up missing a head. That'd give the Guv a shock.
He vows to give the road his full attention and tries really hard to ignore the little creatures doing back flips in his gut.
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Gene's been pacing like a caged animal for the last hour, he can clearly see footprints in his cheap carpet. It's evidence of his inability to sit the fuck down when he's worrying over something.
Sam's coming.
Ok, not the best turn of phrase but it's accurate. If he gets his way, it'll be damned accurate. No, Sam's coming here, now, well soon anyway. Gene's been looking at his watch and the wall clock every five minutes for the last sixty and it's really starting to piss him off. There's a pile of fag butts a mile high in the ashtray, the air's practically turned blue from his many, varied and colourful curses and he's been drinking like a fish since he got in.
Why's he so bloody nervous?
Gene doesn't know but he does know, the last thing he wants is Tyler turning up and finding him too hammered to even answer the door. Wouldn't that be a treat for his DI. Come down to London expecting a weekend of vivid fantasy fulfillment and end up having to paste the aging lothario back together because he's got himself too sloshed to function. Nice.
Gene eyes the tumbler in his hand then slams it down on the side and takes two firm steps back. No, he wants to be able to actually enjoy Sam's presence in his home.
He should've been here by now, what's taking him so bloody long? Gene's rational side (sounding a lot like Tyler) starts spouting about traffic and time delays but his insecure side, the part of him that's been dreading Sam changing his mind, tells him that he's been jilted. Sam's come to his senses and he'll get a 'Dear John' phone call sometime in the next half hour.
It's bloody ridiculous. He's well past the age when you're 'sposed to worry about spouses ditching you unceremoniously..wait, spouses? 'Ecky thump! Since when did he and Gladys get sodding married?
This thinking in circles ain't making Sam turn up any faster and he's beginning to wonder if he didn't just get the time wrong. Wouldn't be the first time he's zoned out on a conversation with the windbag.
He's about to make himself a nice calming cup of tea when the door knocks.
At bloody last!
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Sam's as fidgety as a bird with a battery fan shoved somewhere delicate and he can't stop shifting from one foot to the other. He looks like a kid outside his headmasters office and it's making him feel bloody stupid but he can't control it.
It's a freaky feeling, being this nervous about seeing the bloke he's been happily (and not so happily) shagging for the last god knows how many years. It's not quite first date nerves. No, it's...different. Like, if they fuck this up it'll set the tone and they'll be stuck with it, for the rest of their lives.
Bit melodramatic. Still the way he feels.
He lifts his hand to knock, lets it hover in mid air for a moment then brings his knuckles down against the wood, giving it two sharp taps. He hears someone crash into something the other side of the door, swearing, then silence.
Finally, the door cracks, hinges protesting and he can see Gene's face peeking out. It's then that he starts actually breathing again. He hadn't realised he'd stopped, but apparently, according to the spots dancing round in front of his eyes, he had.
Now his lungs have started to function again, his mind goes back to exactly how royally they could screw this up. Gene takes a bloody age to open the door properly but when he does, all Sam's doubts just evaporate.
Gene looks as scared as he feels and it nullifies everything Sam's been worrying about on the way down here, making him feel like a total prat. Thank fuck for that.
Gene's staring at him like he's got two heads and Sam rushes to dispel whatever thoughts've been rattling round his lover's brain all day. "Missed you"
Gene's face breaks into a grin and he stands a little straighter. Years of anticipating Gene's next move has got him attuned to the slightest change in posture, expression or mood. He can see the worry draining from Gene's body and it's soothing.
Gene spots the relieved expression on Sam's face and his own smile widens. He laughs, loud. It comes from somewhere down by his toes and it feels good, bloody good.
They're stood wetting themselves when they both realize that they're still outside Gene's flat instead of in and people are probably starting to look.
Sam sees a tiny shift in Gene's demeanour and his mouth goes dry, his brain freezes and his body begins to hum.
A weeks worth of pent up frustration and nervous energy mutates into something more manageable, something they're used to dealing with and Gene stands back, holds the door wide and raises his eyebrows at Sam.
It's only been five days but Sam feels like a junkie suffering withdrawal. His skin's tingling, buzzing with anticipation of his next fix. He steps over the threshold into hard lines and soft curves and feels himself drift away. This is more like it, this is more like them and it's exactly what he needs.
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They've ditched their clothes and are stood in the middle of Gene's bedroom, not saying a word.
Gene's got his arms wrapped round Sam's waist, fingers splayed across his taught belly, enjoying the feel of Sam's flesh surrounding him. God, it's been days but it feels like years. Gene's body responds to Sam's presence the only way it knows how. An instant, violent erection that's begging attention is resting in the cleft of Sam's arse but Gene doesn't want to shatter the moment.
He's got his chin propped on Sam's shoulder and is inhaling the scent of leather and tobacco, of Sam.
Sam lets himself slide back, settling into Gene's arms. He can feel Gene breathing, in out in out, against his back and it's calming as well as maddening. He's spent the better part of the last week imagining doing unspeakable things with his DCI but right now, wrapped in Gene, it's enough just to stand and feel.
Gene turns his head, puts his cheek on Sam's shoulder and brushes his lips against Sam's throat. It makes Sam shiver and Gene's own skin begins to twitch in anticipation.
He traces lazy circles along Sam's jaw, dropping sporadic kisses on stubbly skin. He tastes, he tastes fucking amazing. It's all things, that first mouthful of beer after a hard day, first summer sun cresting the clouds, first time your heart knows you're in love but the rest of you is yet to catch up, all things.
Sam rests his hands on top of Gene's and tangles their fingers together, starts pushing them downwards.
Gene takes the hint and continues down, down, down until he feels the tip of Sam's cock nudging at his palm. Together they wrap their hands round Sam, taking up a rhythm that turns his knees to jelly, his mind to mush.
Gene feels Sam slump against him, head thrown back, throat exposed for further exploration and can't resist taking another taste. While their joined hands drive Sam crazy, Gene lets his teeth and tongue tip him past the point of no return.
Before Sam's legs completely give out, Gene takes his weight and pushes him towards the bed. Sam's too far gone to notice what's happening but he feels the edge of the mattress hit his shins and he falls forward, still with Gene's mouth attached to his throat.
Gene has to remove his hands from Sam but Sam's refusing to let him. Finally Gene frees himself and begins rooting around for something to use. His fingers fall on the tube of lubricant he'd put out earlier and Sam breaks through the fuzzy haze long enough to laugh at him.
"Bit over confident weren't we?"
"Gladys, you were always many things, a sure thing was only one of 'em"
"Cheeky fu..."
Sam doesn't get chance to finish because one of Gene's hands is back, squeezing and manipulating him. The other is spreading cold liquid across his arse and it's making his brain fire off messages left right and centre. Now, more, quicker, harder. All things Gene'll get to but it's no use pushing 'cos he'll take his own sweet time, he always has.
Sam's brain understands that, his body is less patient and his hips buck, causing Gene to slip the finger pushing against him, fully inside.
Gene chuckles but doesn't withdraw his hand, instead setting a rhythm that makes Sam's stomach turn over.
"Eager little beaver ain't we, Sammy boy?"
Sam's vocal cords stopped working somewhere back at Gene's front door and all he can manage is a strangled moan and another twitch of his hips. It isn't long before Gene's slipped another finger inside Sam, making him spread his legs and push down into Gene's palm.
Gene watches Sam ride his fingers and feels his cock jump, beg for some loving of it's own, but he holds back, not willing to give up the view. Sam's a truly gorgeous bloke when he gets going. Usually so stayed, it's so fucking hot watching him when he's like this. Nothing guarded just passion and heat and need.
Gene thinks he could spend a lifetime thinking up ways to break Sam's legendary calm, then realises that's exactly what he's got and the need to completely take Sam over gets too much and he removes his hand.
Sam's body follows, not willing to give up contact but Gene's mouth stops his movement. Leaning forward, letting his tongue slide against heated skin, he leaves a trail of fire that causes Sam's brain to implode.
Gene continues to pump his fist around Sam, raises up on his knees and slips the head of his cock against Sam's arse.
Sam stills, holds his breath, waits for Gene to push forward. When he doesn't Sam begins to beg, "Please, fuck please Gene, don't, just don't make me, shit please"
Gene's body is also begging him, want, take, have so he gives in and buries himself within Sam's tight, hot body. Sam's cry of triumph makes Gene's knees go weak but he holds off from simply pounding into him. Using his free hand to steady himself against Sam, he begins a slow, steady rhythm that sends Sam's already struggling mind into overload.
He's no longer a man, separate parts and pieces, he's one big ball of nerves all screaming for release but he's gonna have to wait it out, wait for Gene to come crashing over the edge to join him.
It doesn't take long, basically because Gene doesn't do will power. Sam arches beneath him and he slams forward, pushing Sam's face into the bed covers. It's uncomfortable, Sam can't breath properly but he isn't gonna complain, not when Gene's riding him like a wild animal and he can feel himself pushing closer and closer to nothingness.
The sounds of flesh against flesh and Gene's voice make Sam claw at the sheets.
"God, shit, Sammy, your so fuckin'..hell it's not gonna, oh god please just..."
Sam clenches his muscles and slams himself into Gene's hand. Gene thrusts into Sam once, twice more then they both fall off the edge of the map.
Sweaty and sated, Gene slumps against Sam's back, lays there and pants until Sam begins to shift under him. Realising he probably weighs a ton, he rolls away, wrapping his arms round Sam and dragging him against his chest.
Sam's still heaving for breath and can't quite manage cohesive thought but he feels Gene drop a kiss into his hair and begins to drift off, knowing that he'll wake tomorrow morning, pleasantly numb.
Saturday~
They start early, Sam's always been a quick riser. Well ain't that the truth...Not only is he incapable of sleeping past stupid 'o' clock, he's a cheerful fucker first thing in the morning aswell. It sets Gene's teeth on edge. Especially as he spent the majority of last night using Sam's thighs as ear muffs and he's so shattered he could sleep through Carmen Miranda dancing the fandango on his head.
It's not to be, not when Sammy boy's up, dressed and cooking breakfast in Gene's bloody kitchen. He's making enough noise to wake the dead and the way he's going, he'll be joining the ranks real soon.
Gene's got his'self nice and comfy, head buried deep beneath a pile of pillows, one leg swinging free over the side of the bed but he still can't block out the racket Sam's making. Bastard "S'too friggin' early to be hummin', Gladys"
He hears Sam laugh and really wants to get up and thump the git but that'd take motivation and he's decidedly lacking in that area. Instead he rolls over, presses his head further into the bed and prays something'll fall on Sam, heavy enough to shut him up.
Gene's kitchen is directly down the hall from his bedroom and Sam can see Gene's arse poking out of the covers. It's certainly a distracting sight and he can't help appreciating it. He's appreciating it that much he doesn't feel his hand slipping towards the lit gas and seconds later he's hopping around, sucking on singed flesh.
The noise is too much and Gene really can't get back to sleep so he throws the covers off, stands and saunters into the kitchen, completely starkers.
Sam stops hopping up and down long enough to take in Gene's half hard cock and flicks an eyebrow in his direction.
"What, s'not like you don't 'ave a mornin' shiner. You're just up too friggin early for me to enjoy it"
In all the hopping and jumping, Sam's knocked a tea towel onto the floor. He bends to retrieve it and hears Gene's voice floating above him, "While yer down there"
Sam's about to tell him to piss off, he's not cooking him a fry up and sucking him off, when a memory comes slip sliding into his mind and he grins.
Settling himself on his knees, Sam leans over and flicks the gas off, making sure they aren't gonna get blown sky high, then turns back to face Gene's impressive thigh muscles.
Gene's looking down at him in a mixture of confusion and anticipation, "Was only jokin' Tyler, you don't 'ave to..."
Sam raises his head, reaches forward lightning quick, grabs Gene behind the knees and pulls his legs out from underneath him. Gene slams into the tiles, shouts indignantly and glares at Sam "What the fuck..."
"Shut up" Sam shimmies up Gene's body, takes the tea towel still in his hand and wraps it round Gene's wrists and one of the table legs.
Gene's expression is equal parts intrigue and horny and Sam laughs then slides back down his body, making sure to rub against Gene's now fully erect cock.
The friction makes Gene's eyes roll up in his skull and he moans, low. "What ever it is you're doin' Sam, best get on with it 'cos I'm hungry"
Sam puts a finger to his lips, shushes Gene and lowers himself to Gene's feet.
Gene's about to ask what the fuck Sam thinks he's doing when he feels something hot and wet sliding against his ankle. It shouldn't be getting the response it is but Gene's cock twitches and he moans again.
Who knew, ankles are sexy.
Sam takes his time, running his tongue across Gene's skin, pushing higher and higher until he's got his lips at the back of Gene's knee. Gene's leg jumps and almost smacks Sam in the nose with his knee. Sam decides no blow job is worth getting his face rearranged and continues on his path.
Gene's long since given up trying to think in any kind of cohesive manner, is instead enjoying the way Sam's tongue's rasping against his thighs, causing his belly to dip and flip, his hips to buck. He tries wiggling down, forcing Sam's mouth to where he wants it but his arms are stretched above his head and anchored, he's not going anywhere.
"Tyler!"
Sam chuckles round a mouthful of flesh and asks "What Guv, need something?"
Gene growls and pushes himself as far down as he can, "Yea, you up here, now"
Sam feels the barely retrained strength beneath him and knows that Gene could quite easily free himself but is obviously enjoying the attention. So, instead of pushing his luck, he slides up, lets his breath tickle Gene's curls then takes him into his mouth.
Oh Christ, Sam's got his talented tongue wrapped round Gene's todger and Gene's having serious trouble breathing. Oxygen is becoming an issue because he's too busy concentrating on the way Sam's twisting his neck to really care about making his lungs work.
Gene feels fingers circle him and he slams himself upwards, forcing his cock to the back of Sam's throat. Sam gags once then settles into the feel of having Gene firmly wedged in his mouth and hollows his cheeks.
Sam's squeezing the base of Gene's cock and sucking him as hard as he can. Just a hint of teeth and Gene's fucking Sam's mouth, sliding himself in and out until nothing's left but sky blue fire and hot tight blackness.
Sam hums round Gene, sending vibrations throughout his entire body and Gene feels himself slide right on out of existence. He lets Sam's lips drag him kicking and screaming into his orgasm and spills himself down Sam's throat.
Once his cock is limp and placid in Sam's mouth, he looks up, sees Sam wiping cum from his chin and collapses back to the floor. Jesus. This's gonna be a long weekend.
Sam lets Gene slip from his mouth, crawls up his body and unties his hands. As Gene's massaging some feeling back into his wrists, Sam stands and goes back to their forgotten breakfast.
"Go on stud, get yourself cleaned up, take a shower or something, I'll finish this"
Gene hauls himself to his feet, stands behind Sam and wraps his arms round his waist "Need someone to scrub me back, don't I?"
Sam shakes his head, laughs and continues frying bacon, "No, you need to get dressed. If I get in that shower with you, we'll spend all day in bed"
Gene pouts and shoves his shoulder into Sam's back "You sayin' that's a bad thing?"
"No you plonker, I'm sayin' I'd like to actually see some of London while I'm here. I can get you soapy any time I want"
"You really know 'ow to make a fella feel special, don't ya"
"Stop sulking and get your arse in the shower"
"Fine, but next time you wanna share the loofer, you can forget it"
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They've finally managed to make it out the apartment. After breakfast and another round of hide the salami, Sam's got Gene up and dressed and out the door. They're sat in a pub, big shock, and Gene's going on about his new squad.
"S'not that they ain't good coppers. They are. It's just too..."
"Too organised?"
"Ha, but actually, yea, sorta. Although Phinn's quite amusin'"
"Phinn, who's Phinn?"
"My new DI"
It's completely irrational but Sam's brain ticks over into jealous monster mode and he finds himself instantly disliking this 'Phinn' bloke and he hasn't even met him. He knows it's stupid, Gene was bound to get a new DI, it's just, he's Gene's DI, no one else.
"New DI? Oh, replaced me easily enough didn't you"
"Shut up you prat, he's a good bloke. You'd like him. He's just as much of a pain in my arse as you were"
Gene's smiling into his pint and attempting to avoid Sam's eyes. He knows exactly what Sam's saying. He's just refusing to give him the satisfaction of admitting it. Although, saying Phinn was his new DI was bound to wind Sammy boy up. Possessive little bugger. Gene knows it'll take Sam all of ten minutes to realize what a dick he's being but in the mean time, why not wind the little scroat up, always good for a laugh.
"Were..were, you forget you're 'sposed to be coming home sometime soon? That means I am a pain in your arse"
"Phinn's been trying to get me to quit smokin', good luck with that. He took me to a bar the other night aswell. Wall to wall fanny as far as the eye could see"
Sam's hackles rise and he feels himself turning green. Phinn, bloody Phinn, taking Gene to a titty bar, fucking cheek. Who does he think he is...He looks up to see Gene grinning from ear to ear and realises he's being played.
Sam blushes, turns his attention back to his drink and refuses to make eye contact with a now laughing Gene.
"You're so easy. An' for your information, I don't like it here, won't be stickin' around just because of DI Phinn, so you can stop gettin' yer panties in a twist"
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They've migrated to another bar, Gene'd been getting bored staring at the same four walls and didn't like the music. Not that he ever likes the music in pubs, never quite to his taste. Sam remembers Gene admitting to liking Roger Whittaker and snorts. The day they start playing that crap in pubs is the day Sam becomes a tetotaller.
Gene's at the bar getting another round in and Sam can see he's swaying slightly. Despite his issues with gravity, Gene's looking mighty fine. He's in good shape for an alcoholic chain smoker and Sam's eyes drift to his pert bum.
Gene's coat's hanging on the back of his chair along with his suit jacket, giving Sam a rather nice view of Gene's back and shoulders aswell as his bum. All in all, he doesn't think he's done too bad as far as catches go.
He's so busy enjoying the way Gene's clothes hang on him that he doesn't spot the guy sitting at the end of the bar, eyeing up Sam himself.
Sam may not have spotted him but Gene sure as fuck has and he ain't happy about some dude young enough to be his son, giving his bloke the eye.
He collects there drinks and wanders back to the table. Noticing the dopey look on Sam's face, he contemplates Sam's ability to zone out wherever he is. It's a real talent, not having to be stuck in any old humdrum situation 'cos your mind's a good place to go visiting.
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They're now stood at the bar, both leant heavily against it in an effort not to fall off their feet. How do they manage to get so pissed in such a short amount of time?
Sam looks down at his watch and sees that actually, they've been propping up this particular bar for a good few hours and it's well past six in the evening. Shit, don't time fly when you're having fun, or getting hammered.
Gene feels something cold and wet hit the back of his neck and turns to see Sam wiping his chin and looking mightily pissed off. There's a young good looking blond stood directly over Sam's shoulder who's got chiselled features and eyes like the ocean. Gene's hackles instantly come up.
It's the same little shitrag from earlier and as he's now got a belly full of beer, he's quite willing to go a few rounds with him, despite his age, height and weight advantages. Ever the optimist.
Before Gene's had the chance to lay into him, Sam shifts sideways, allowing the younger, fitter looking guy a full view of Gene and raises an eyebrow.
"And what exactly did you think you'd accomplish by pinching my arse?"
"Couldn't resist mate. It looked so good and I didn't think you're 'date' would mind. Not with him being old enough to remember the invention of the wheel and all"
"You cheeky little sh..."
Sam shoves a hand into Gene's face and smirks, "That's an interesting point you raise, allow me to retort" and he thumps him. One good punch that makes the smug bastard's head snap backwards and his arms windmill until he lands flat on his arse in a puddle of god knows what that soaks straight through his too tight designer jeans.
Gene watches the entire exchange, slightly baffled, highly amused and extremely proud. He's obviously been rubbing off on Sam. He'd expected him to talk his way out of the come on, not solve the problem with his fists.
The fact that the guy's good looking enough to model underwear and now has a very impressive shiner blossoming on his cheek, makes Gene chuckle. Serves the cheeky fucker right. Cracking on to his fella right in front of him, he's lucky it was Sam who smacked him. He'd still be searching for his teeth if it'd been Gene.
The youth has scrambled to his feet and is eyeing both Sam and Gene with contempt. He looks set to have another go when Gene interrupts, before Sam gets them both barred from what is fast becoming his favourite pub.
"Run along junior, 'for I give you something to cry about"
"Watch your back old timer"
"Why, it gonna do something good?"
He shakes his head, bears his teeth and growls before stomping away, mumbling under his breath.
"Trouble just seems to find you don't it Gladys?"
"S'not my fault I'm irresistible"
"Oh great, like you needed any more reason to be an egotistical twat. You'll be impossible for bloody weeks"
Sam grins and turns back to his pint before snaking a hand behind Gene and squeezing an arse cheek, hard.
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Finally, having forgotten the jumped up little oik and after many rounds, they exit the pub, leaving the stale booze and old ciggie smell behind. Gene stumbles off in the direction of the car only to be stopped by Sam's arm landing heavily round his shoulders "Nuhuh laughing boy. You're pissed" It comes out 'pished' and Gene has to bite his lip to stop from giggling.
Gene shakes Sam's arm off and continues along his unsteady path, rifling through his trouser pockets for the keys to the Quattro. He'd parked it in the alley round the corner from the pub, assuring Sam that no, it wouldn't get nicked. Not even todays scum were brave enough to blag his motor.
Sure enough, there she stands, a shining beauty in the dark. He'd been sad to see the Cortina go but Christ could the Quattro shift. It handled like a dream and Gene'd found himself pushing 120 so many times without even realising it that he'd fallen instantly and deeply in love with her.
Sam often joked that Gene loved that car more than him. He'd given her a name and everything. Slightly sad for a man of his years but hell if he didn't think she deserved a title.
Sam follows unsteadily behind Gene, swaying and tripping over his own feet. It'd be no good trying to wrestle the keys off him in this state. He can barely stand himself, a scuffle with the Guv'd probably leave him nursing a headache and a bruise or two. So he just keeps his mouth shut and wanders into the alley after Gene.
Whilst Gene gets into an argument with his keys, they seem to be refusing to stay in his hand, Sam leans heavily against the wall and watches, tickled by the way Gene's tongue is poking out of his mouth in concentration.
Sam hears a noise at the mouth of the alley and turns, still using the bricks to keep himself upright, to see the blond bloke from earlier standing there, smug smile on his lips, eyes sparking with amusement.
"Didn't I tell you earlier, I don't do wet behind the ears. Prefer my men with a few more miles on the clock"
"Yea, thought I'd give you a chance to reconsider my offer"
"No thanks, preschoolers just don't do it for me"
Gene's finally got his keys in the car door when he notices Sam talking to someone who isn't him. Straightening as much as he can with his world tilting on it's arse, he shuffles forwards to get a look at whoever's got Sam's attention.
He spots the slimy git and attempts to launch himself forward only to have the floor come up to meet him. He hears the blond say "That's a shame mate" and then he sees a pair of extremely expensive shoes shuffling forward.
He hears Sam's grunt then sees him hit the deck, rubbing his jaw and eyeing the toad with disgust, "You hit me!"
"Clever bloke ain't ya?"
"But, you hit me...exactly what part of this plan involves me not kicking your arse 'cos right now sunshine, I'm in no mood for this bollocks"
Gene's managed to pull himself to his knees and is watching closely. Sam's in no state for a fight, not that Gene is either, but he's not gonna let him start or finish something he can't handle. Wouldn't exactly set the weekend off with a bang.
The youth's looking a little less cocky now but he still lifts a foot and kicks Sam in the cheek, sending Sam sprawling backwards onto the shit encrusted floor.
Gene's up and across the distance before junior's put his foot down and lands him one right in the chest, knocking him sideways. While he's trying to right himself, Gene leans down and lifts Sam back on his feet, checking him over and asking how many fingers he's holding up.
"Twelve"
"What?"
"I'm pissed Gene, wouldn't matter if I had concussion or not, you'd still have more digits than you're meant too"
Gene chuckles, nods and is about to turn round when he sees Sam's eyes widen. He's not quick enough to shift out the way and feels pain explode behind his eyes as the git stood behind them hefts a brick into his skull.
Gene's got just enough time to see Sam reaching out to catch him before his world turns black.
Sam manages to get Gene before he hits the floor and lowers him gently to the pavement. When he looks back to the guy still holding the brick, his eyes are full of rage and fire. The bloke must be able to see what a bad idea it'd been to attack his bloke because he turfs the brick, turns tail and legs it out the ally.
Sam's about to run after him when he hears Gene groan and call his name.
"Sammy?"
"Yea Guv, I'm here"
"Shit, what hit me?"
"A brick"
"Little fucker, he gone?"
"Yea, was about to go after him but..."
Sam leans down, runs a hand over Gene's hair and comes away covered in blood. "Shit Gene, you're bleeding"
Gene winces and tries to stand, "Brick Sam, a brick, no wonder I'm friggin' bleedin'"
"You need a hospital"
"I need a drink, s'just a scratch. Get me back to the flat"
"No, we should..."
"I am not goin' to some London quack for a bloody nick, now get me in the car and get me 'ome. I've got a first aid kit there"
Sam sighs, shakes his head then helps Gene up and towards the car, "Fine, but if you've got a gaping hole in the back of your skull and all your brains fall out, don't say I didn't warn you"
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Gene's sat at a kitchen chair, grumbling about Sam's lack of bedside manner and flinching away every time he runs the TCP across his skin.
He's got a tiny cut and a hefty bruise already coming up but he'll live. Now he's just pissed that he's gonna have a stonker of a headache and no one to beat up for it.
"You should 'ave tagged the bastard"
"I would have done but you'd just been hit with a brick, I wasn't gonna leave you alone in that alley while I chased him round half of London"
Sam finishes patching him up and drops a kiss into his hair. Gene hisses and Sam laughs, "Sorry, forgot"
"I'll give you sorry"
"Stop bloody whining, could have been worse, he could have hit you somewhere it actually mattered"
Gene growls, whips round and grabs Sam by the hips, pulling him into his lap, "Cheeky sod, should put you over my knee"
Sam's eyes twinkle with something undefinable but he laughs and shakes his head. "Not likely, I'd be walking funny for a week"
Gene reaches up and cups Sam's cheek, presses his lips to Sam's and waits. Sure enough, Sam lets out a strangled sob and folds himself round Gene.
"You could have...he could have, shit Gene"
"Shhh, s'okay, take more than a prick with a brick to take down the Gene Genie"
Gene folds his arms beneath Sam and lifts, pressing him to his chest, carrying him to the bedroom and laying him down gently. Sam's still sniffling and wiping at his eyes but now there's a tension in his shoulders, one Gene can identify with. It might not've been much of a fight but it's still left him with excess energy shooting round his system.
He nudges Sam's knee, makes him shift over and climbs onto the bed beside him. Sam automatically comes to Gene, wrapping himself around his side, borrowing deep into his arms.
Gene strokes Sam's neck and shoulders, lets the shivers shaking his body die out before he speaks, "Hell of a weekend this turned out to be, eh?"
Sam snorts, bunches Gene's shirt in his fist and looks up into sea green orbs, "S'not all bad, got to do a bit of sightseeing, local colour and all that"
"Funny, I'd have preferred not seeing that much local colour but hey, whatever floats yer boat"
Sam gives him a watery smile then lets his head pillow on Gene's chest. Listening to the thumpthumpthump of the heartbeat beneath his ear. They lay like that for a while, Gene still gently running his hands over Sam's skin, soothing and calming until Gene's ministrations start filtering through to the other parts of Sam's body and he feels himself getting hard.
Gene can feel Sam's erection poking him in the thigh and raises an eyebrow at his partner, "You run that thing on batteries?"
"Funny, something about almost losing you, it's just...need to, have to know you're.."
Gene cuts across Sam's ramble with a kiss, silencing him the only way he knows how. He understands Sam's outpouring of emotion. If it'd been him, he'd be completely crazed by now but Sam's more in touch with his feelings and when he feels, he feels it all.
Gene lets his hands travel Sam's body, coaxing small sounds of delight.
Sam simply lays there, kissing Gene, enjoying the feel of having his hands on him.
Gene shifts over, covers Sam with his own body and begins to rock his hips. Making sure that he's touching all the right places, Gene grabs one of Sam's knees, spreading his legs and nestling himself between them.
Together they rock and sway, grind against each other until Sam's mewling beneath Gene and bucking his hips in a jerky, rhymeless dance that trips them both into violent orgasms.
Afterwards, still fully clothed and feeling a little less than fresh, Sam reaches up, tucks a strand of hair behind Gene's ear and mouths "I love you"
Gene smiles, drops a kiss on the end of Sam's nose and says "You too Gladys, you too"
Sunday~
They awake late, still dressed and covered in things Sam'd prefer not to think about and head towards the shower.
Once under the spray, Gene takes the soap, lathers it in his hands and starts massaging Sam's shoulders, working out all the kinks in his muscles.
Sam finds himself drifting off, letting himself drown in the feeling of having Gene's hands work wonders on his aching body. As predicted, his body responds the way it always does when Gene treats him like this and he can feel his erection straining and bobbing under the weight of the water beating down.
Gene ignores his own hard cock and turns Sam in his arms, presses him back into the tiles and begins licking his way down his body until he reaches Sam's weeping cock. With soap and water dripping in his eyes, Gene takes Sam into his mouth, surrounds him in slick, hot, heaven.
Sam's hips jerk but Gene pushes them back with his hands and holds him in place. Sam's toes curl as Gene wraps his tongue around and under the tip of him, keens when he removes a hand from his hip to grip his balls, pressing up and back until he's got a finger at his opening.
Finally, it's too much and Sam scrabbles for Gene's shoulders, pulling him upright, preventing him from taking it too far. Gene looks into Sam's eyes, presses his lips to his collar bone and moves forwards.
Sam lifts a leg, wraps it round Gene's waist, makes it easy for him.
Gene positions himself, slides up and encases himself in Sam's unforgiving body. Sam cries out and Gene slams his lips down, swallowing the sound.
It's slow and steady, quiet and gentle, taking them from one high to another, never slipping off the edge, not until Sam breaks the kiss and pleads "Please". That's all it takes for Gene to lose the battle and start shoving Sam into the tiles.
Sam scrapes his nails down Gene's back, lets his hands rest on Gene's arse and digs his claws in, causing Gene to lose it completely. Gene pumps himself into Sam until Sam begins to twitch around him, then he's disappearing into his own little world.
His vision whites out and he has to grab the shower curtain to stop himself from toppling sideways.
Panting, limp and completely drained, Sam watches Gene, chuckles at the look on his face then pushes him away. He steadies him beneath the water, rinses the pair of them off then helps Gene out of the shower.
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It's seven thirty at night, Sam's really gotta start driving back but he's still having his tongue sucked by Gene who's got him pinned to his front door. He's almost made it to the car twice just to have Gene distract him with his lips.
It isn't fair, he doesn't really want to leave and Gene isn't playing fair.
"Gene, Gene stop, I've really gotta..."
"No you don't Dorothy, you really really don't"
Sam can feel Gene's hands snaking south and squirms away, much to the other man's annoyance. Gene pouts, makes as if to pin Sam again but Sam manages to grab his bag and open the door before Gene can get his hands on him.
Gene, still sulking, walks to the door and brushes his lips across Sam's before stepping back and nodding, "See you next week?"
"Course! I'll give you a ring in the week. See you soon Guv"
"Yea, see ya, Gladys"
Gene watches Sam's retreating figure until he's all the way out of sight and down the stairs before he shuts the door. It's gonna be a long, long week.
Squeeze me, pleaze me Green/Blue Cortina (Gene/Sam)
Telegram Sam Green Cortina (Gene/Sam)
Homeward Bound Brown/Red Cortina (Gene/Sam)
Intergrating patterns White Cortina (Gene/Sam & Ray/Chris)
Reach Out Green Cortina (Gene/Sam)
Squashed tomoatos and stew Green Cortina (Gene/Sam, Chris/Ray)
Who's to say White Cortina (Gene/Sam