Insane, But Simple (1/1)
Okay - so this is a list of firsts...first Life on Mars fic, first proper sex scene - if you can call it that! - and my first time posting fic on LJ. Please, tell me if I'm doing something wrong - or if the writing's not up to scratch...most of my fic has been put on FF.net before this - and they're not exactly the most discerning lot of people over there! ^_^
Title: Insane, But Simple
Author: merry_gentry
Rating: Um...no idea with the car-thingy...NC-17/18 to be safe.
Pairing: Gene/Sam
Summary:
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Sometimes Sam wonders just how he got to this point in his life and just what decisions he made that ended up leading to being fucked by his DCI up against the ancient filing cabinet in the other man’s office.
It’s after hours - and God knows no one would stay here longer than they had to - but the blinds are still pulled, giving them the illusion of privacy. As if anyone passing wouldn’t be able to tell what they were doing…the walls aren’t that thick after all, and Gene’s office is really more of an oversized cubicle than a proper room.
Sam’s left arm is stretched out and scrabbling for purchase on the smooth metal while his right arm is wrapped around Gene’s broad shoulders, fingers tangling in overly long hair. His head is thrown back, and he laughs at himself through bared teeth as he narrowly escapes concussion. Gene doesn’t stop thrusting but, to his credit, he does lift his head from the curve where Sam’s neck meets his shoulders to look up and check he’s okay.
He’s more than okay, and tilts Gene’s head back by simply tugging on the blond hair to crush their mouths together in a bruising kiss in reply. Sam’s lips curve in a slightly mad grin at the hiss of mixed pain and arousal that Gene lets out just before their mouths meet.
It’s lucky Gene’s strong - although next time they’re so doing this over (or on or under…Sam’s not picky) the desk instead - because the angle he’s driving into Sam at means he’s having to take a lot of the shorter man’s weight. Trousers and y-fronts were discarded long ago and Sam’s wrapped one leg around Gene’s waist and left the other to help prop him up, toes barely touching the ground for balance.
He rises slightly with each thrust, Gene hot and hard and heavy in and against him, breath sounding obscenely loud in his ear and Sam closes his eyes and shudders when he hears his own name being forced out again and again between curses.
It’s violent and angry and passionate and amazing. It’s everything he’s come to expect from 1973 all rolled up into one.
With a groan Sam comes, sending Gene over the edge after him. Gene always sinks his teeth into Sam’s shoulder when he comes so that anything he might say would be muffled against sweat-slicked skin.
They stop like that, standing still to catch their breath before Gene pulls out slowly and Sam mews a little with the indescribable feeling of loss that always brings. Gene’s face is still buried in Sam’s neck, and Sam’s fingers are still hopelessly tangled in the other man’s hair; their ears are full of the sound of rushing blood and heavy breathing as they try to calm themselves. Sam’s pretty certain he’s left scratches on Gene’s back and shoulders to well slightly with blood - and he would feel guilty but the bruise from the rounded edge of the cabinet on his spine won’t fade any time soon, and neither will the bite mark, so he…doesn’t.
It’s that simple. Insane, but simple.
Title: Insane, But Simple
Author: merry_gentry
Rating: Um...no idea with the car-thingy...NC-17/18 to be safe.
Pairing: Gene/Sam
Summary:
~*~*~*~*~
Sometimes Sam wonders just how he got to this point in his life and just what decisions he made that ended up leading to being fucked by his DCI up against the ancient filing cabinet in the other man’s office.
It’s after hours - and God knows no one would stay here longer than they had to - but the blinds are still pulled, giving them the illusion of privacy. As if anyone passing wouldn’t be able to tell what they were doing…the walls aren’t that thick after all, and Gene’s office is really more of an oversized cubicle than a proper room.
Sam’s left arm is stretched out and scrabbling for purchase on the smooth metal while his right arm is wrapped around Gene’s broad shoulders, fingers tangling in overly long hair. His head is thrown back, and he laughs at himself through bared teeth as he narrowly escapes concussion. Gene doesn’t stop thrusting but, to his credit, he does lift his head from the curve where Sam’s neck meets his shoulders to look up and check he’s okay.
He’s more than okay, and tilts Gene’s head back by simply tugging on the blond hair to crush their mouths together in a bruising kiss in reply. Sam’s lips curve in a slightly mad grin at the hiss of mixed pain and arousal that Gene lets out just before their mouths meet.
It’s lucky Gene’s strong - although next time they’re so doing this over (or on or under…Sam’s not picky) the desk instead - because the angle he’s driving into Sam at means he’s having to take a lot of the shorter man’s weight. Trousers and y-fronts were discarded long ago and Sam’s wrapped one leg around Gene’s waist and left the other to help prop him up, toes barely touching the ground for balance.
He rises slightly with each thrust, Gene hot and hard and heavy in and against him, breath sounding obscenely loud in his ear and Sam closes his eyes and shudders when he hears his own name being forced out again and again between curses.
It’s violent and angry and passionate and amazing. It’s everything he’s come to expect from 1973 all rolled up into one.
With a groan Sam comes, sending Gene over the edge after him. Gene always sinks his teeth into Sam’s shoulder when he comes so that anything he might say would be muffled against sweat-slicked skin.
They stop like that, standing still to catch their breath before Gene pulls out slowly and Sam mews a little with the indescribable feeling of loss that always brings. Gene’s face is still buried in Sam’s neck, and Sam’s fingers are still hopelessly tangled in the other man’s hair; their ears are full of the sound of rushing blood and heavy breathing as they try to calm themselves. Sam’s pretty certain he’s left scratches on Gene’s back and shoulders to well slightly with blood - and he would feel guilty but the bruise from the rounded edge of the cabinet on his spine won’t fade any time soon, and neither will the bite mark, so he…doesn’t.
It’s that simple. Insane, but simple.