fic: Is This Forever rating: Brown Cortina
Title: Is This Forever
Author: totallywow
Word Count: 1,318 words
Rating: Brown Cortina
Pairing: Gene/Sam/Chris
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Sex.
A/N: Just sex. Yep. I think it's canon that Chris lives with his parents. Well, I may have altered that. For my own personal pleasure. :)
The Guv thrusts in wildly, knowing Sam will gag and choke on his cock but revels in the fact that’s exactly how his kinky little DI likes it. Sam is sucking like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do; drool making it’s way onto his chin, Gene’s balls and dripping onto the floor as he kneels with his legs apart, bent slightly, Gene’s strong hands controlling his head movements and therefore exactly how deep he’ll take his Guv’s cock. Another pair of hands are clutched tightly at his hips: the surprisingly talented hands of DC Skelton, slapping his skin and holding him to the point of pain, cock being pumped in and out of Sam’s arse.
Gene grunts as he pulls Sam’s deliciously pink tongue off his dick and never taking his hands off Sam’s head, so he’s got completely control, pushes the head of his cock on Sam’s lips and up his cheek, delighting in the trail of pre-come now decorating Tyler’s pretty face. He can’t ignore Skelton, fucking Sam from behind, both of them working together to keep Sam up and get the most out of him. Their eyes meet as Gene continues to brush Sam’s face with his heavy, thick cock and he grins at the young, rather dippy officer who’s buried so fucking deep inside of Sam. Not so dippy now. The satisfying slap of skin and Chris’ balls slamming into Sam’s make Gene even hornier than he currently is. Chris catches the grin, and grins back, as if to say, “Well, who would have thought it, eh, Guv?” Gene nudges his cock at Tyler’s lips with clear intent he wants to prize them open and Sam knows what he wants straight away, complies with complete ease.
“Fuck.” It’s the first thing he’s said for a while, lost in the pleasure of fucking his Inspector. Sam slurps and licks and Gene forces himself down Sam, but allows him to get used to the feeling this time, the thickness, before fucking his younger officer’s throat. Chris is moaning incoherently, slowing himself down which Gene feels through Sam’s moan of displeasure and annoyance as the cock filling him from behind is almost pulled out completely. Chris shallow fucks Sam, gripping his own cock at the base.
“Sammy doesn’t like that, Skelton. He’s only getting one dick now. I think he’s become a bit too accustomed to us both, filthy little boy” Sam groans right at the back of his throat and Gene nearly fucking comes himself.
“Just makin’ sure I don’t finish ‘fore yer get yer fun, Guv.”
“Just fuck ‘im, fer Christ’s sake.”
Gene can feel Sam wriggling so he loosens his death grip and allows Tyler to slide off his cock.
“What are you doing?” Sam whines over his shoulder. He attempts to push himself back onto Chris’ cock, but Skelton is stronger than either of them gave him credit for (a fact both Gene and Sam keep forgetting and regretting in their threesome liaisons) and won’t let go of Sam.
“Pack it in, Tyler.” The name is said with a deliberate twist, Chris showing off, because he can call him that, because Sam doesn’t have much - if any - control right now.
“You’ll get it when I give it to yer, so shut up.”
Sam is always satisfyingly surprised when Chris exercises authority in their secret shagging sessions. He can never make his mind up if he prefers Chris or the Guv in control. It seems both his superior and subordinate officers get off on being in control and the more he fucks them, or more accurately gets fucked by them, the more he enjoys being the one on all fours or bent over Gene’s desk after hours and the less he whines about - despite enjoying getting fucked himself, of course - the fact that Chris or Gene never bottom.
When Gene is content with Chris’ explanation he brings turns Sam’s head back around and quickly his cock is covered in the beautiful hotness, wetness, tightness that is Sam’s mouth, his tongue, fuck; everything about Sam is hot and tight and Gene would be the first to say he can’t get enough of the man writhing on his knees right now. He sees Chris out of the corner of his eye slam himself balls deep inside of Tyler and Sam moans onto his cock. He suspects Sam knows how good those vibrations feel and it’s been well established that Tyler isn’t to take control here, so he fucks Sam hard to teach him a lesson.
He can hear Chris grunting and slamming into Sam brutally; knows from the gasps and mewls around his own dick that Sam is enjoying it. Chris slaps Sam’s arse and brings him further onto his cock, making Gene move forward with Sam’s body. He pulls his cock away from those damning lips and wanks himself, slick with saliva and his own pre-come, Sam looking horny and hot as hell as Chris attempts to fuck him into the next century. He’s got a massive kink for shooting his load all over Tyler, marking him, claiming him and Sam doesn’t seem to have many complaints judging by the dirty grin he gives the Guv as he laps up whatever makes its way to his mouth.
Gene comes hard, splashing Sam’s cheek and lips and chest, narrowly missing Skelton. Sam motions for him to come close so he can clean Gene’s softening cock, which he does with enthusiasm. Chris is watching them intently, close-up as he brings Sam on and off of his cock, Gene’s orgasm and Sam taking his limp cock back into his mouth tipping him into a fierce, shuddering climax, as he comes inside his boss. He pulls out of Tyler slowly, his own knees hurting as he breathes out his high, watching Gene’s cock slip from Sam one last time. There's still one last orgasm to take care of.
Sam is pulled up and pushed gently to lie backwards on the double bed. His legs spread automatically, as he knows what’s going to happen and he’s not disappointed as Gene joins him on the bed and dips his head between his spread thighs, licking his cock teasingly. Sam closes his eyes and waits for Chris’ tongue, which engulf his throbbing and before this ignored cock: he’s so fucking eager and ready and willing. Hands are massaging his heavy balls mostly wet from spit and lube as two tongues suck and lick. There’s no way on Earth he can last much longer, not after being thoroughly shagged and now thoroughly sucked. Gene grips his thigh painfully with his nails and Sam looks down, both Chris and Gene looking back up as Gene sucks on the head of his cock and Chris fists it, from the base to Gene’s lips, covering his balls in hot breath. Gene moves quickly and Sam comes, all over his stomach, his two colleagues ready to clean him up with tongues and lips.
Sam groans in frustration and amazement, exhausted, completely over-whelmed at the ability of these two men to make him come so hard it hurts and agree to things so strange and brilliant and disturbed.
Gene flops down next to Sam, Chris moving onto his side. Most of the time they end up at Chris’ place - tiny but the only place with a double bed and no wife clattering up the place. Sam knows it’s probably odd as he falls asleep with Gene’s arm wrapped tightly around his waist, Chris’s hand on his stomach and stroking his hair but he doesn’t want to think about it, for fear of analysing it too hard and breaking it, ruining not only the best sex he’s had in ages (maybe ever) but two friendships, partnerships. He’s quite content. He’s sure Gene is and Chris, too. He feels a kiss on his head and his shoulder and looks forward to tomorrow, finally allowing himself to sleep.
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