Differences by fawsley, brown Cortina, Gene/Sam (now there's a surprise)
Title: Differences
Author: fawsley
Characters: Gene/Sam
Rating: Brown Cortina for Pervemberness
Word Count: 207
Disclaimer: all the property of BBC and Kudos
Note: Got half way through the application form for a post at the Globe Theatre that I really really want, but when it came to the 'why do you want this job?' bit I had a sudden and urgent need to write something for Pervember instead.
Differences
Amazing, the difference seven years can make.
Not that Gene’s entirely sure that at Sam’s age he was capable of half the things his DI achieves.
Wasn’t carrying quite so much weight or damage then, either physically or…
But Gene doesn’t go there.
Is it really only seven years between them?
Because sometimes, the way Sam jabbers on, he makes out like it’s thirty-three or something mad and that the past is his future and the future his past and there are moments when Gene almost wants to think about maybe possibly believing him.
But the screwy world where Sam’s warped imagination dances to its own rhythm and blues is another place where Gene really doesn’t want to go.
Gene’s taller than Sam, longer in the leg, but surely he could never manage what Sam’s doing right now, never display such unthinking ease or supple grace, bending in places the Guv reckons he himself no longer possesses.
Not that he’s complaining.
Gene presses down hard upon muscled thighs, pushes them even further apart and watches, mesmerised, as his thick, glistening cock slides slowly, slowly into the very tight, very hot, so very needy hole that is the only place on earth he wants to be right now.
Author: fawsley
Characters: Gene/Sam
Rating: Brown Cortina for Pervemberness
Word Count: 207
Disclaimer: all the property of BBC and Kudos
Note: Got half way through the application form for a post at the Globe Theatre that I really really want, but when it came to the 'why do you want this job?' bit I had a sudden and urgent need to write something for Pervember instead.
Differences
Amazing, the difference seven years can make.
Not that Gene’s entirely sure that at Sam’s age he was capable of half the things his DI achieves.
Wasn’t carrying quite so much weight or damage then, either physically or…
But Gene doesn’t go there.
Is it really only seven years between them?
Because sometimes, the way Sam jabbers on, he makes out like it’s thirty-three or something mad and that the past is his future and the future his past and there are moments when Gene almost wants to think about maybe possibly believing him.
But the screwy world where Sam’s warped imagination dances to its own rhythm and blues is another place where Gene really doesn’t want to go.
Gene’s taller than Sam, longer in the leg, but surely he could never manage what Sam’s doing right now, never display such unthinking ease or supple grace, bending in places the Guv reckons he himself no longer possesses.
Not that he’s complaining.
Gene presses down hard upon muscled thighs, pushes them even further apart and watches, mesmerised, as his thick, glistening cock slides slowly, slowly into the very tight, very hot, so very needy hole that is the only place on earth he wants to be right now.