Apologies are in order, Sammy boy!
Title: Apologies are in order, Sammy boy!
Author: Maiden74
Rating: R/ NC-17
Wordcount: approx 2,700
Pairing: Sam/Gene
Summary: Sam insults Gene's manhood (tut, tut naughty boy).
Warning: Slash, sex and a few dirty words. This is basically PWP, so enjoy.
The Guv was pissed again. No change there then. Only Sam really couldn't think of a time when he had seen his boss quite so blathered as he was tonight. Another evening spent at the Arms had ended much like most did, with Sam offering to drive Gene home and Gene grumbling as usual about "nancy boys touching me car" and "over my dead body yer will". His DCI had drunk enough in one sitting to pickle the liver of an elephant and Sam for one didn't like the thought of having to scrape a camel coated corpse off the road in the morning. So he had taken the verbal insults thrown at him, ignored the threats of physical violence and gently but firmly persisited until Gene had practically thrown his car keys at him, too drunk to argue anymore. Sam had acted swiftly, grabbing his Guv by the coat sleeve, pulling him forcibly off his stool and placing his hands on his back, marching him to the door. Gene lifted his arm a little, waving goodbye to everyone as he was shoved unceremoniously out into the street, almost falling over. Tyler grabbed hold of his arm, steadying him.
"S'alright Gladys...don't need to be walked to me car yer know" Gene slurred, yanking his arm away and resting his hand against the roof of his beloved Cortina, trying not to sway.
Sam attempted to shove him out of the way, trying to get past his big frame so he could open the drivers door. Gene didn't budge, both hands grasping tightly on the roof.
"m'driving.... gimme the keys" he demanded, struggling to maintain his balance.
"For fucks sake Guv we've already been through this... you're hammered, so I'm driving".
It was late and he was in no mood for anymore of Hunt's games.
"Now get in the other side". That was issued as an order and Gene stood for a moment debating whether he should take a swing for his smug D.I, or if he should just grab that pert little bottom of his, yank his too tight jeans down and suck him off, here and now, right outside the pub. He giggled at this thought and would have fallen backwards if Sam hadn't grabbed his kipper tie at the last minute, pulling him up.
It was starting to rain and both men were quickly getting soaked. Sam glared at Gene as the older man staggered around the car to get to the other side. Sam got in and turned the ignition key. He threw the gearstick in to first, ready for the off, as Gene settled in the seat next to him.
They sat in silence as the car pulled out and drove off into the night. Sam was more than a little annoyed with Gene. He had been so looking forward to getting them back to his laughable excuse for a flat, eager for a night of shagging, hopefully with Gene sober enough to navigate his cock into Sams tight little ring without causing him any damage. Gene had been away on holiday with his wife for a week and Sam had been all but tearing his own hair out waiting for him to return. Fumbling under the bedcovers, tossing one off whilst fantasizing about being pounded into oblivion just wasn't good enough. Nothing, no amount of imaginative visualisation could compare to his Guv taking him roughly from behind and fucking him until he begged for mercy. It was over a week since he had been shagged stupid by Gene and glancing over at him, he didn't think he would be getting any attention tonight. Hunt's head was flopped to one side, eyes closed, snoring slightly, his damp blonde hair plastered to his forehead.
"God" Sam thought, his eyes focusing back on the road, "even asleep he looks so damn cute, all wet and slippery like he is".
He felt his jeans becoming tight as his cock struggled for oxygen and his pulse quickened.
Sometimes just thinking about Gene was almost enough to make him come. He really, really wanted sex but he would just have to wait. The Guv was so rat arsed he would probably have difficulty getting it up anyway. Better to just take him home, to his wife, then go home himself.
Gene stirred, opening his bloodshot eyes and looked out of his window.
"Oi! wasn't that yer street we passed back there?" he asked, pointing over his shoulder.
"Yes"
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"Correct me if I'm wrong Dorothy" his speech was less slurred and he sounded more coherant, "but weren't we off to yours for a bit of you know what....nudge nudge...wink wink and all?"
"We were....not anymore...now I'm taking you home" Sam answered, a scowl on his features.
"Oh aye and why is that?" Gene asked, reaching into his pocket for a cigarette then lighting it.
Sam sighed "coz your more pissed...er sorry, let me rephrase that....your a lot more pissed than I've ever seen you. I don't fancy taking you back to my place to have you fall asleep on me as soon as I turn my back or worse still try to ram your cock into any hole you think it will fit....
He paused, casting a furtive glance at Gene's crotch, "thats of course if you can even get it up" he said, a little louder than he had meant to.
Gene, in the middle of taking a long drag on his cigarette, coughed and spluttered.
"What you trying to say Tyler? he gasped, his eyes blazing in indignation "that a bit of booze gonna go straight to me John Thomas".
His voice was rising, his anger at Sam's insult to his sexual prowess intensifying.
"I'll 'ave yer know", he snorted, "me knob has never been afflicted with brewers droop. Got the constitution of an Ox me, hung like one aswell" His face was red and his green eyes pierced into Sam. "Could go five rounds with Britt Ekland and me cock would still be poker straight and 'ard enough to hang yer coat off".
Sam laughed out loud as he ran this surreal image through his mind, always amazed at the complete bollocks that came out of Gene's mouth.
"Yeah right Guv....whatever. You could barely stand not 15 minutes ago, slurring your speech, arguing with me in the pub, remember?"
"Yer know me Sammy boy, amazing powers of recovery" he retorted smugly. He inhaled deeply on his cigarette before blowing smoke rings in Sam's direction.
Tyler just shook his head. He had to admit Gene really did seem to have an uncanny ability to go from drunken stupor to relative sobriety in a miraculously short time. However, he was not convinced this was one of those moments.
"Your just pissed off coz yer 'aven't had me dick up yer arse all week" Gene chuckled, teasing him.
Sam breathed deeply, struggling to control his temper.
"No I am not!" he snapped, irritated.
"You are"
"I'm not!" he growled through clenched teeth.
"Are"
"Not"
"Are"
"Oh shut up Gene! Not everything in my life revolves around you.....I can manage to go one week without you and your cock. Besides, too late now...I'm tired and I've got a splitting headache. No thanks to you!", he shouted, massaging his temple with one hand, the other on the steering wheel.
Leather clad fingers gripped his thigh, close to his crotch, squeezing the flesh till Sam let out a yelp, his eyes watering. He almost lost control of the car, managing just in time to avoid a lampost before he slammed on the brakes. Gene, who still had a steely grasp on him, very nearly went through the windscreen. He wasn't wearing a seat belt as usual. They had come to a stop just outside an alleyway, in a quiet, rundown part of the city.
"You fucking idiot!" Sam screamed, "you could have killed us both!"
His heart was in his throat, his eyes were wide and his body trembled with shock and anger.
"Good job I was sticking to the speed limit or that stupid fucking head of yours would have........"he trailed off, his words evaporating as his mouth suddenly became very dry. Gene's hand had released its grip on his thigh and worked its way to nestle between his legs, stroking his cock gently through the fabric of his jeans. Sam looked at the hand then up at his Guv, who, cigarette dangling between his lips, winked at him.
"The bastard" Sam thought, he always knew what to do to him to shut him up. He swallowed, working saliva round his mouth with his tongue. His heart was still racing, no longer as a result of fear and anger but due to the pleasurable sensations rising from below.
Not taking his hand from Sams crotch, Gene turned and opened the window slightly, flicking his cigarette butt out into the rain slicked street.
"Well well Sammy boy", he looked back at Tyler, "for one awful moment back there I really thought yer'd never shut up. Sound just like me wife yer do, nagging and whingeing. Not anymore like, quiet as a mouse now.......amazing what the Gene Genie can do when he puts his mind to it eh? he raised his eyebrows as he rubbed Sam harder, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from him.
Silence descended on the car, the only sounds were Gene's heavy, lustful breathing and the rain falling on the windscreen. Sam shifted uncomfortably behind the wheel, his normally tight jeans growing ever more constrictive as his cock hardened. His head swam and he inhaled, trying to get some oxygen into his system. Instead of fresh air he was greeted by the stench of stale cigarettes and beer mixed with aftershave as Gene leaned closer to him, his vivid eyes penetrating his . He felt like a rabbit, caught in the headlights of a car, dazed and confused. Gene's eyes had that power, that hold over him. They were a beautiful sea green hue; veiled behind luscious long lashes that swept over cheekbones. Exotic and at the same time as hard as flint, Sam had never seen such stunning eyes on a woman, let alone a man. As soon as he made the mistake of looking into them, he was instantly lost; hypnotised, drowning in overwhelming desire.
"Now yer see Tyler" Gene's voice took on a slightly menacing tone, sending shivers down Sam's spine, "me..I couldn't give a rats arse if your too tired to shag. No skin off my nose....always got the wife to go 'ome to" He moved his face closer to Sam's, his hot breath on his skin. "However, me ding-a-ling here", he glanced down at his bulging trousers then back at him, "well..seems he's not too happy 'bout you questioning his stamina....and he wants an apology"
Sam swallowed, hard. When he finally spoke it was little more than a whisper.
"Umm....back to mine then?"
"Too late to go back now Sammy....me cock's just aching to squeeze himself into that tight little arse of yours and fuck you to within an inch of your life..and he's an impatient little bastard". Every word, every syllable dripped with lustful intent.
A groan escaped Sam's lips and his heart thumped in his chest, "I want you now....I want him now", he looked down at Gene's groin.
"Right then me little deputy dawg....start the car" Gene chuckled, rubbing his hands together in happy anticipation.
"Wha..where are we going?" Sam asked, confused.
"Down there" Gene answered, pointing his finger towards the alleyway.
Sam silently complied and postioned the car halfway down the dark alley. Turning off the engine he turned to Gene, who's face was obscured by shadow.
"Get out" Gene ordered, his tone once again menacing.
Sam meekly obeyed, his legs turning to jelly as he climbed out of the drivers seat and stood with his back to the brick wall, trembling. The only light was coming from a streetlamp on the corner, casting long eerie shadows across the alley and Sam could just make out the familiar shape of his boss as he made his way around the front of the Cortina towards him.
Suddenly, without warning, Gene was on him; his mouth crashing onto his, tongue snaking its way down his throat. He pinned him against the cold damp wall, one hand gripping his buttocks, the other unzipping him. Sam could hardly breath and his head felt dizzy. Gloved fingers found there way to his hard cock, pushing his pants aside and began to tug and pull in earnest. Gene was rubbing his own body onto Sam, like a tom cat marking his territory, pressing him further into the bricks. Freeing a hand pinned at his side, Sam reached up to grab hold of a handful of blonde hair and yanked backwards, hard. He was rewarded by a groan from Gene as he kissed his throat and ran a tongue over his adams apple.
Both men were wet now, not just from the rain but from their own sweat as they groped and fondled in the semi dark. Gene grasped both hands on Sam's arse and lifted him up slightly, to turn and drop him on the bonnet of his car. Grabbing his leather jacket he spun him around and pushed him face down onto the slippery metal surface. Sam squeeled like a pig as he felt his jeans being violently wrenched down around his ankles and his Guv's steamy breath on his neck.
"Time for that apology Sammy" he whispered into his ear.
He was wet, he was cold and his balls were banging against the side of the car but he didn't care; he was too far gone, wrapped up in the heat and the excitement of the moment to give a damn about anything. The rain pelted down hard against his exposed bum cheeks, water sliding down his crack, soaking his entrance. The sound of a zip being pulled down caused his knees to buckle and he almost came there and then, pulling himself back from his premature climax at the last minute.
Warm fingers were now probing his hole, working there way into him, preparing him. He was tight and it hurt a little but Sam trusted his Guv completely and tried to relax his body by breathing deeply and slowly. Christ, he wished he had some lube on him. Gene inserted more digits into him, opening him wider by turning his hand and making scissor movements with his fingers. Sam moaned and shifted, almost sliding off the bonnet and shot a hand out, gripping the side of the windscreen to steady himself.
He cried out as Gene entered him at last. Slowly and with great care his Guv began to move his hips. Small, shallow thrusts to start with, his fingers gripping Sam's own hips as he pulled and pushed. Tyler tried to spread his legs further apart but his jeans around his ankles restricted his movements. Gene began to up the tempo, plunging into him faster and deeper, thrusting harder. Sam gasped, biting his lip as the heat spread through his body. His swollen cock was being rubbed against the bonnet each time Gene ploughed into him and the friction from this alone was enough to tip him over the edge.
"Shit Gene....oh Ge....oh my...."he cried, his whole body shuddering as it was ripped apart by the mother of all orgasms. Mere seconds later he was joined by Gene, who, body tensing and fingers digging into flesh, came deep inside Sam, his name on his lips.
Both men were exhausted, their bodies sated. Gene pulled his limp cock from Sam's wet ring, cum dripping onto the floor as he quickly cleaned himself up with a handkerchief from his pocket. He passed it to Sam who took it with shaky hands and wiped himself. They busied themselves with their garments, pulling trousers up, fastening belts, smoothing down creases.
The rain had begun to ease, no longer a deluge but a light drizzle. From the corner of his eye Sam saw a small flame flicker to life as Gene lit a cigarette, leaning his back against the wall, quiet and thoughful.
Sam was speechless, his energy depleted, the quick shag leaving his body drained. They stood in silence for a minute until Gene finally spoke, a grin spreading on his features.
"Well Tyler....apology accepted, but let that be a lesson to you to not go insulting me cock again..he's a very sensitive soul yer know"
And at this both men fell about laughing as the rain finally stopped.