Fic: Good Times, Brown Cortina, Gene/Sam
TITLE: Good times
AUTHOR: Wic
SUMMARY: Breaking her in...
WORD COUNT: 730
PAIRING: Gene/Sam
RATING: Brown Cortina
A/N: Sequel to 'Rust to Rust' and 'Last Rites'. Crack!smut is all good plus
bistokidssaid she could so see them doing it in the backseat of a Capri...
"Where ya goin', Guv?" Ray watches Gene grab Sam by the collar and haul him out his seat then stop suddenly when he realises he's being spoken to.
Turning and smirking, Gene holds his half smoked cigarette in one hand and a squirming Tyler in the other, "Jus' takin' the new motor for a spin"
Ray's about to ask if he can go, neither he nor Chris've had the chance to see what she can do and they've been waiting for a shout just so they can watch the Guv break her in. Before he can open his mouth, Gene seems to read his mind and shakes his head.
"Not today Raymondo, wanna visit a snout, she gets twitchy round too many faces"
Trying to hide his disappointment, Ray nods and pretends to go back to his paperwork. Sneaking little looks over the top of his stack of files, Ray grins when Gene practically throws Sam through the double doors.
Sam lands, face first, against the opposite wall and grinds his teeth, "You gotta be so bloody rough?"
He hears Gene chuckle and hangs his head, it's no use trying to get Gene to be gentle. That'd be like training a grizzly bear to roll over and play dead.
"It's called keepin' up appearances"
"It's called pissing me off. One more nail mark in my neck and you're turning celibate, understand?"
Gene snorts, helps Sam up and pushes him towards the lift, "You couldn't go a day without my manly moves, s'no use tryin' to pretend otherwise"
Shaking his head, Sam shuffles forward and tries to ignore the blush creeping across his cheeks, "You wish"
"No, that'd be you"
****
Sam's legs are splayed painfully against Gene's chest and he can't breath because he's got fifteen stone of smug sheriff bearing down on him but his brain's stopped assimilating the crick in his neck and the awkward angle because Gene's doing something amazing with his hips that's setting Sam's nerves on fire.
Spreading his legs as far as the space will allow, Sam shimmies closer to Gene and grips his thighs as tight as he can.
Grunting, Gene grabs the head rest and continues to pump his hips in time with his hammering heart. Sam twists his head sideways and Gene can't help leaning down and licking his exposed throat.
Shivering and groaning, Sam opens his eyes and looks directly at Gene, "This's a...funny looking...snout, Guv"
Chuckling and panting, Gene smirks and slides forward slowly, "Wanted to Christen the new car, problem?"
Breathing slowly, attempting to stave off the inevitable, Sam lets go of his legs and digs his nails into Gene's ribs, "No, just..fuck...just didn't think you'd wanna get...oh shit...the upholstery...dirty"
Rocking against Sam, Gene braces himself against the back of the driver's seat and shakes his head, "You always have to..fuckfuckfuck...you ever stop flappin' that mouth?"
Sam slides his hands down to Gene's bare arse and squeezes, urging him on.
Gene takes the hint, starts slamming himself home harder and tries to ignore the slow burn forcing it's way up his spine. He can feel his bollocks sliding against Sam's on every downward stroke and it's beginning to make his eyes water and his brain short circuit.
It doesn't matter how many times he has his DI pinned beneath him, he can still feel the spark of something unexpected and intriguing, like he hasn't quite found out all he needs to.
Giving into the drum beat in his brain, Gene lets go and pistons his hips faster and faster until he feels himself unravelling.
Sam feels every part of Gene go rigid except his cock which is twitching and pulsing inside him and he follows him over the edge, crying out and arching his back.
When oxygen's no longer an issue, Gene retreats far enough away to grab Sam's shirt. Slamming it down on his stomach, Gene smirks and nods, "Like you said, don't want the upholstery gettin' messy. Clean up, there's a good lad"
Sam bites back his retort and cleans himself up, making sure to wipe the shirt across the seat as he struggles into a sitting position.
Slipping his jacket on over his bare shoulders, Sam realises the next person who'll be sat in the back of the Guv's Mark II Capri will be Ray and he smirks.
What a shame.
AUTHOR: Wic
SUMMARY: Breaking her in...
WORD COUNT: 730
PAIRING: Gene/Sam
RATING: Brown Cortina
A/N: Sequel to 'Rust to Rust' and 'Last Rites'. Crack!smut is all good plus
bistokidssaid she could so see them doing it in the backseat of a Capri...
"Where ya goin', Guv?" Ray watches Gene grab Sam by the collar and haul him out his seat then stop suddenly when he realises he's being spoken to.
Turning and smirking, Gene holds his half smoked cigarette in one hand and a squirming Tyler in the other, "Jus' takin' the new motor for a spin"
Ray's about to ask if he can go, neither he nor Chris've had the chance to see what she can do and they've been waiting for a shout just so they can watch the Guv break her in. Before he can open his mouth, Gene seems to read his mind and shakes his head.
"Not today Raymondo, wanna visit a snout, she gets twitchy round too many faces"
Trying to hide his disappointment, Ray nods and pretends to go back to his paperwork. Sneaking little looks over the top of his stack of files, Ray grins when Gene practically throws Sam through the double doors.
Sam lands, face first, against the opposite wall and grinds his teeth, "You gotta be so bloody rough?"
He hears Gene chuckle and hangs his head, it's no use trying to get Gene to be gentle. That'd be like training a grizzly bear to roll over and play dead.
"It's called keepin' up appearances"
"It's called pissing me off. One more nail mark in my neck and you're turning celibate, understand?"
Gene snorts, helps Sam up and pushes him towards the lift, "You couldn't go a day without my manly moves, s'no use tryin' to pretend otherwise"
Shaking his head, Sam shuffles forward and tries to ignore the blush creeping across his cheeks, "You wish"
"No, that'd be you"
****
Sam's legs are splayed painfully against Gene's chest and he can't breath because he's got fifteen stone of smug sheriff bearing down on him but his brain's stopped assimilating the crick in his neck and the awkward angle because Gene's doing something amazing with his hips that's setting Sam's nerves on fire.
Spreading his legs as far as the space will allow, Sam shimmies closer to Gene and grips his thighs as tight as he can.
Grunting, Gene grabs the head rest and continues to pump his hips in time with his hammering heart. Sam twists his head sideways and Gene can't help leaning down and licking his exposed throat.
Shivering and groaning, Sam opens his eyes and looks directly at Gene, "This's a...funny looking...snout, Guv"
Chuckling and panting, Gene smirks and slides forward slowly, "Wanted to Christen the new car, problem?"
Breathing slowly, attempting to stave off the inevitable, Sam lets go of his legs and digs his nails into Gene's ribs, "No, just..fuck...just didn't think you'd wanna get...oh shit...the upholstery...dirty"
Rocking against Sam, Gene braces himself against the back of the driver's seat and shakes his head, "You always have to..fuckfuckfuck...you ever stop flappin' that mouth?"
Sam slides his hands down to Gene's bare arse and squeezes, urging him on.
Gene takes the hint, starts slamming himself home harder and tries to ignore the slow burn forcing it's way up his spine. He can feel his bollocks sliding against Sam's on every downward stroke and it's beginning to make his eyes water and his brain short circuit.
It doesn't matter how many times he has his DI pinned beneath him, he can still feel the spark of something unexpected and intriguing, like he hasn't quite found out all he needs to.
Giving into the drum beat in his brain, Gene lets go and pistons his hips faster and faster until he feels himself unravelling.
Sam feels every part of Gene go rigid except his cock which is twitching and pulsing inside him and he follows him over the edge, crying out and arching his back.
When oxygen's no longer an issue, Gene retreats far enough away to grab Sam's shirt. Slamming it down on his stomach, Gene smirks and nods, "Like you said, don't want the upholstery gettin' messy. Clean up, there's a good lad"
Sam bites back his retort and cleans himself up, making sure to wipe the shirt across the seat as he struggles into a sitting position.
Slipping his jacket on over his bare shoulders, Sam realises the next person who'll be sat in the back of the Guv's Mark II Capri will be Ray and he smirks.
What a shame.