Fic: Rhythm...
TITLE: Rhythm...
AUTHOR: Wic
SUMMARY: An unconventional road trip.
WORD COUNT: 1464
PAIRING: Gene/Sam, Chris/Ray
RATING: Blue/Brown Cortina
A/N: This started out as a way to get the lads topless and showing off their nipple rings/tattoos..ended up just being my brain throwing smut at the screen XD
The heat from a hundred bodies all squashed into a space made for fifty means that Sam's drowning in other people's scents. Slight shifts in the air around him tell him he's surrounded on all sides by men and women lost in the vibrations that are rippling along his spine.
The heady mix of alcohol and drugs is making everyone happy to see everyone else, regardless of who you are or where you're from. He's lost count of the amount of people who've sidled up to him, slapped him on the back and given him the thumbs up. It's like one big community, even though half of them have no clue who the other half are.
Sam's made sure none of them have taken anything they've been offered. Not that he really needs to worry, they're all coppers and know the risks. For once though, they've suspended their policing instincts and are simply enjoying being a part of the whole.
Gene and Sam aren't alone, Sam can see Chris and Ray dancing away in the corner. They look like puppets with cut strings, arms flailing, legs jerking, but it's nice. It's more than nice actually, being able to observe them without all the bollocks of CID creeping in around the edges.
Here they're just two guys out for the weekend. No baggage, no bullshit, just a couple of blokes enjoying themselves.
It'd been Sam's idea, take a road trip, get away from Manchester for a while. Naturally the guys had said no but he'd finagled and nagged them into hanging up their badges for the weekend and now they're packed into a club full of barely dressed men and women with a mutual need for fun.
Chris'd been the first to throw himself into the crowd, shedding his shirt and joining the throng bumping and grinding to some nameless tune.
Ray'd taken a little more persuading, his instincts'd told him this wasn't a good idea but when Chris'd chucked his discarded shirt at him, he'd automatically followed on. Not willing to be shown up or thought of as a coward, Ray'd unbuttoned his shirt to the waist and piled in next to Chris.
Sam can see Ray's actually really enjoying himself, now his nerves've disappeared and he's been overtaken by the music pumping from unseen speakers and Chris's natural exuberance. To think, a few months ago they'd been skulking in shadows, hiding and dodging the looks and whispers from co-workers.
Admittedly they could never go out and do this on their home turf, not with a reputation and career to think of but here, they're a couple, out and open and not giving a damn about how they're perceived.
With a bit of luck they'll take what they learn here and apply it to their attitudes back home but Sam very much doubts that. It's good to unwind and let go occasionally though, least they've got the chance to be themselves with no trouble brewing.
Gene's even begun to get into it. Sam's watched him go from closed off and stoic to bouncing around like a bunny on crack and it's more than a little amusing but gratifying at the same time. The older man spends too much time caring about what other people think, despite trying to appear not to.
He's been swept away by the freedom of anonymity just as Ray and Chris have and Sam'd be happy to stand back and observe but Gene keeps getting men and women coming up to him, offering him all sorts of sordid activities and substances and Sam's just a tad possessive, protective and down right jealous.
Gene's managed to lose his coat, his shirt and his tie and is down to his vest. On any other man that'd look ridiculous but there's something about him that just screams sex and it's turning Sam's insides to mush.
Sam himself is topless, having thrown his shirt in the corner somewhere when he'd begun to feel the heat seeping into his skin. He's sliding himself the length of Gene's side, enjoying the way his partner keeps rubbing his knee in between his legs. They're making a complete spectacle of themselves but no more than anyone else in the club.
Sam's got visions of an all male dirty dancing troupe hurtling through his head and he can't help the grin. He envies Gene's natural rhythm, even if he does look like some half crazed monkey. He's got a sense of timing that Sam's never been able to master.
He wishes he could take a step back, they must look good, or at least intriguing. People keep stopping what they're doing and observing them, wide eyed. Perhaps that's just Gene's presence, it's something he exudes without even thinking about it. He's always drawn people in, like moths around the flame.
Hooking a leg over Gene's hip, Sam bends backwards and rotates his pelvis. The little hiss and Gene's fingers tightening on his arse let Sam know that he's pushing his luck but he can't help it, it's addictive, this kind of atmosphere.
Straightening, curling himself round Gene, Sam can see Ray and Chris over his shoulder.
Chris's dancing away, oblivious to the stares from male and female admirers.
Ray on the other hand, can see exactly what they're all thinking and he keeps sliding himself closer and closer until he's practically melded to Chris's side. At some point Ray must've gotten a little too hot because his shirt's tucked in the waistband of his jeans.
Running his hands across Ray's bare shoulders, Chris smiles up at his partner and Sam looks away reluctantly, feeling a little like a voyeur.
Letting his eyes drift round the room, he spots another couple, two men, one with striking green eyes and jet black hair, the other blond and tanned. Sam thinks they look absolutely gorgeous.
He's not really ogling them, just appreciating the view but Gene sees what he's staring at and leans close, letting his lips brush Sam's earlobe, "If you don't stop eyein' them up, I'll be forced to punish you"
The tone in Gene's voice sends shock waves down Sam's spine and he has to force himself not too moan aloud.
Gene chuckles, grinds himself against Sam and swings him on the spot. Walking him backwards, Gene grips Sam's hips and pushes him towards the corner of the room.
All around the club there are dark little recesses full of groping couples all lost in the rhythm and their own little worlds. Backing Sam into one of the deserted corners, Gene slips a hand from Sam's hip, across his stomach and into his jeans. Popping the button, lowering the zip enough for his hand to fit comfortably, he traces the tips of his fingers along Sam's cock.
Sam automatically jerks against Gene and he feels the laugh before he hears it. It vibrates out of Gene's chest into his own and he arches his back, pushes himself as close to his partner as possible.
With Gene's body covering his own from prying eyes, Sam begins to slide himself against Gene's palm. Looping an arm round his shoulders, Sam grips the soft hairs at the nape of Gene's neck and slides his other hand into Gene's trousers, grasping desperately at his cock.
Gene grunts, pushes Sam as far into the wall as he can and begins to jerk his hips and wrist in time.
Sam rests his forehead against Gene's chest and lets himself be roughly shoved into the corner, too lost in the sensation of music pulsing through his feet and Gene's fingers wrapped round his flesh.
He cums with a shout but it's lost in the din of the club. Continuing to massage Gene's cock, Sam waits for him to follow. He feels Gene's cock twitch in his hand and his sticky release trickling across his knuckles.
He waits for Gene's breathing to even out before pulling away.
When he does, he looks Gene in the eye, smirks and laps at the his fingers, sucking each one into his mouth before moving on to the next.
Gene's eyes go impossibly wide and his mouth hangs open. Sam can see he's torn between laughing and fucking him into the wall, even with all the people surrounding them.
Ignoring the cum seeping into his trousers, Sam squeezes past Gene and grabs him by the hand, leading him back out onto the dance floor.
Sam sees Ray and Chris pointing and smirking and nods once before wrapping himself around Gene and losing himself in the music and the man in his arms.
Sam thinks this is possibly one of his better ideas and makes a note to suggest a once a month trip, all in the name of relaxation of course.
AUTHOR: Wic
SUMMARY: An unconventional road trip.
WORD COUNT: 1464
PAIRING: Gene/Sam, Chris/Ray
RATING: Blue/Brown Cortina
A/N: This started out as a way to get the lads topless and showing off their nipple rings/tattoos..ended up just being my brain throwing smut at the screen XD
The heat from a hundred bodies all squashed into a space made for fifty means that Sam's drowning in other people's scents. Slight shifts in the air around him tell him he's surrounded on all sides by men and women lost in the vibrations that are rippling along his spine.
The heady mix of alcohol and drugs is making everyone happy to see everyone else, regardless of who you are or where you're from. He's lost count of the amount of people who've sidled up to him, slapped him on the back and given him the thumbs up. It's like one big community, even though half of them have no clue who the other half are.
Sam's made sure none of them have taken anything they've been offered. Not that he really needs to worry, they're all coppers and know the risks. For once though, they've suspended their policing instincts and are simply enjoying being a part of the whole.
Gene and Sam aren't alone, Sam can see Chris and Ray dancing away in the corner. They look like puppets with cut strings, arms flailing, legs jerking, but it's nice. It's more than nice actually, being able to observe them without all the bollocks of CID creeping in around the edges.
Here they're just two guys out for the weekend. No baggage, no bullshit, just a couple of blokes enjoying themselves.
It'd been Sam's idea, take a road trip, get away from Manchester for a while. Naturally the guys had said no but he'd finagled and nagged them into hanging up their badges for the weekend and now they're packed into a club full of barely dressed men and women with a mutual need for fun.
Chris'd been the first to throw himself into the crowd, shedding his shirt and joining the throng bumping and grinding to some nameless tune.
Ray'd taken a little more persuading, his instincts'd told him this wasn't a good idea but when Chris'd chucked his discarded shirt at him, he'd automatically followed on. Not willing to be shown up or thought of as a coward, Ray'd unbuttoned his shirt to the waist and piled in next to Chris.
Sam can see Ray's actually really enjoying himself, now his nerves've disappeared and he's been overtaken by the music pumping from unseen speakers and Chris's natural exuberance. To think, a few months ago they'd been skulking in shadows, hiding and dodging the looks and whispers from co-workers.
Admittedly they could never go out and do this on their home turf, not with a reputation and career to think of but here, they're a couple, out and open and not giving a damn about how they're perceived.
With a bit of luck they'll take what they learn here and apply it to their attitudes back home but Sam very much doubts that. It's good to unwind and let go occasionally though, least they've got the chance to be themselves with no trouble brewing.
Gene's even begun to get into it. Sam's watched him go from closed off and stoic to bouncing around like a bunny on crack and it's more than a little amusing but gratifying at the same time. The older man spends too much time caring about what other people think, despite trying to appear not to.
He's been swept away by the freedom of anonymity just as Ray and Chris have and Sam'd be happy to stand back and observe but Gene keeps getting men and women coming up to him, offering him all sorts of sordid activities and substances and Sam's just a tad possessive, protective and down right jealous.
Gene's managed to lose his coat, his shirt and his tie and is down to his vest. On any other man that'd look ridiculous but there's something about him that just screams sex and it's turning Sam's insides to mush.
Sam himself is topless, having thrown his shirt in the corner somewhere when he'd begun to feel the heat seeping into his skin. He's sliding himself the length of Gene's side, enjoying the way his partner keeps rubbing his knee in between his legs. They're making a complete spectacle of themselves but no more than anyone else in the club.
Sam's got visions of an all male dirty dancing troupe hurtling through his head and he can't help the grin. He envies Gene's natural rhythm, even if he does look like some half crazed monkey. He's got a sense of timing that Sam's never been able to master.
He wishes he could take a step back, they must look good, or at least intriguing. People keep stopping what they're doing and observing them, wide eyed. Perhaps that's just Gene's presence, it's something he exudes without even thinking about it. He's always drawn people in, like moths around the flame.
Hooking a leg over Gene's hip, Sam bends backwards and rotates his pelvis. The little hiss and Gene's fingers tightening on his arse let Sam know that he's pushing his luck but he can't help it, it's addictive, this kind of atmosphere.
Straightening, curling himself round Gene, Sam can see Ray and Chris over his shoulder.
Chris's dancing away, oblivious to the stares from male and female admirers.
Ray on the other hand, can see exactly what they're all thinking and he keeps sliding himself closer and closer until he's practically melded to Chris's side. At some point Ray must've gotten a little too hot because his shirt's tucked in the waistband of his jeans.
Running his hands across Ray's bare shoulders, Chris smiles up at his partner and Sam looks away reluctantly, feeling a little like a voyeur.
Letting his eyes drift round the room, he spots another couple, two men, one with striking green eyes and jet black hair, the other blond and tanned. Sam thinks they look absolutely gorgeous.
He's not really ogling them, just appreciating the view but Gene sees what he's staring at and leans close, letting his lips brush Sam's earlobe, "If you don't stop eyein' them up, I'll be forced to punish you"
The tone in Gene's voice sends shock waves down Sam's spine and he has to force himself not too moan aloud.
Gene chuckles, grinds himself against Sam and swings him on the spot. Walking him backwards, Gene grips Sam's hips and pushes him towards the corner of the room.
All around the club there are dark little recesses full of groping couples all lost in the rhythm and their own little worlds. Backing Sam into one of the deserted corners, Gene slips a hand from Sam's hip, across his stomach and into his jeans. Popping the button, lowering the zip enough for his hand to fit comfortably, he traces the tips of his fingers along Sam's cock.
Sam automatically jerks against Gene and he feels the laugh before he hears it. It vibrates out of Gene's chest into his own and he arches his back, pushes himself as close to his partner as possible.
With Gene's body covering his own from prying eyes, Sam begins to slide himself against Gene's palm. Looping an arm round his shoulders, Sam grips the soft hairs at the nape of Gene's neck and slides his other hand into Gene's trousers, grasping desperately at his cock.
Gene grunts, pushes Sam as far into the wall as he can and begins to jerk his hips and wrist in time.
Sam rests his forehead against Gene's chest and lets himself be roughly shoved into the corner, too lost in the sensation of music pulsing through his feet and Gene's fingers wrapped round his flesh.
He cums with a shout but it's lost in the din of the club. Continuing to massage Gene's cock, Sam waits for him to follow. He feels Gene's cock twitch in his hand and his sticky release trickling across his knuckles.
He waits for Gene's breathing to even out before pulling away.
When he does, he looks Gene in the eye, smirks and laps at the his fingers, sucking each one into his mouth before moving on to the next.
Gene's eyes go impossibly wide and his mouth hangs open. Sam can see he's torn between laughing and fucking him into the wall, even with all the people surrounding them.
Ignoring the cum seeping into his trousers, Sam squeezes past Gene and grabs him by the hand, leading him back out onto the dance floor.
Sam sees Ray and Chris pointing and smirking and nods once before wrapping himself around Gene and losing himself in the music and the man in his arms.
Sam thinks this is possibly one of his better ideas and makes a note to suggest a once a month trip, all in the name of relaxation of course.