fic: Make it Happen rating: Brown Cortina
Title: Make It Happen
Author: totallywow
Word Count: 1, 427
Rating: Brown Cortina
Pairing: Sam/Gene
Disclaimer: I don't own Life on Mars or have anything to do with it. *sniffle* if I did, we'd see what really does go on after hours in Gene's office (it involves a naked Sam, a naked Gene, handcuffs and lube. So I'm told).
Summary: Gene gets what he wants.
A/N: La la la. Slashy porn. I was having trouble ending it.. think you can tell.
Gene took a hefty swig from his trusty hipflask. As he had proved, hipflasks can come in very useful. They’re handy, if you need a quick drink, can even save your life or help you build up the courage to storm into some bloke’s flat and announce you’re going to shag their brains out then proceed to carry out your ludicrous statement. Yeah, good old trust hipflask. Right. Gene doesn’t like tiptoeing around people. He especially dislikes tiptoeing around Sam Tyler who, to deal with successfully, you must do one of two things with. Preferably the first action and then the second, and repeat, until the soft little twat gets the message. Number one is shouting until your throat is sore. Number two is bashing his head in.
Mumbling, getting nervous, blushing, giggling, smiling and stuttering over your words whenever you’re with him is not acceptable. No real man blushes and stutters when the object of their affection turns to them, talking, eyes dancing wildly, looking strangely mellow, free and easy.
Gene’s had enough, so he’s going to sort it out tonight. There is of course the extremely odd scenario that Sam isn’t that way inclined or isn’t attracted to Gene, but Gene’s sure Sam isn’t as naïve to think he can come into work wiggling his arse about in trousers like those, shirts so tight it must hurt and spend the day glued to his Guv’s side. Oh no. Those carefully picked out garments are being worn to impress, not because Tyler has a fancy for dressing up.
Gene paces the step, wraps his knuckles on the door. See? Polite. Even Gene Hunt understands bashing Sam’s door down might make his request for Sam to get naked and on his knees rather inappropriate. Slightly more inappropriate than it will seem without the broken door, anyway, plus Gene doesn’t fancy an audience.
The door is opened by an insanely gorgeous Sam who pouts as his eyes lay on his guest.
“What is it now? What could it possibly be that you want now?”
The words are uninviting but the tone is warm and affectionate. Gene pushes Sam backwards gently and lets himself in, closes the door, places his deliberately warm hands (he kept them gloved and in his pockets before he’d got to Sam’s steps so the whinging sod wouldn’t complain about the cold) on Sam’s face, holding him tightly and bringing him close, finally kissing him and it’s hard, and hot, and Sam’s immediately responsive, his pink little tongue working in a perfectly delectable rhythm to Gene’s, their lips moving in harmony as Sam holds onto Gene’s neck, his own hands running through soft blonde hair as Gene cups his face and pulls his own head upwards.
Straight to the point, Hunt.
“I want you.”
Sam smiles.
“I know. You’re surprisingly easy to read, Guv.”
“Sod off. I’m a closed book, me, Tyler.”
“Rubbish. You blush every time you look at me.”
“Oi! I do not, yer cheeky bastard. I came up ‘ere to shag yer, but carry on, and I’ll slap yer instead.”
“The two are mutually exclusive, hmm?”
“Should ‘av known I’d be stuck with some kinky freak”
“Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it…” Sam’s voice is breathy and teasing as he strokes Gene’s chest and the rhythm they’ve just built up nicely, suddenly halted, breaks out again as two sets of hands work Gene out of his coat and both of them out of shirts and belts, clothes falling casually to the floor, trousers slightly trickier but Gene could care less when Sam has sat himself down on the bed, naked with his legs spread, pulling Gene towards him.
Gene decides to take control from here.
He pushes Sam down, capturing his delicate wrists and pinning them to the mattress, his lips dominant and Sam allows them to be, opening his mouth, kissing back. Gene grinds into Sam and feels delight rush through him, his blood pumping, as Sam’s hardening cock makes its presence known against his stomach.
He pushes himself upwards, lets Sam’s wrists go and grabs at Tyler’s cock with a wicked, terribly smug smile on his face.
“Why don’t you do something about it, Guv?”
“Oh, I will.”
Gene removes himself from Sam’s body, standing up a little shakily, and without warning Sam follows his movements, his head coming forward to take Gene’s cock in his mouth. Gene gasps at the sensation - it’s been a long time since someone did that. Damn Tyler because he’s fucking good at this too, sucking and pulling back as Gene grows harder, swirling his tongue around the head, licking stripes up and down Gene’s now fully-formed and if he may so himself, impressive erection.
“Jesus.”
Sam shows off his tongue, pink and pointy and wet, licks again, a small hand making its way for Gene’s heavy balls.
“Not tonight, Tyler, but don’t you worry about that - you’ll definitely be showing me your skills ‘ere soon enough. Tonight I’m gonna fuck yer. So bend over.”
Sam obeys, sliding off and kneeling on the floor, leaning half of his upper body on the small bed.
“My knees are going to hurt like hell” he grumbles.
“Yeah, well, I aint gonna last too long, Gladys, unfortunately.” Gene slicks lube onto his fingers and wastes no time circling and smoothing Sam’s arsehole, pushing his fingers inside, which earns him a high-pitched yelp.
“Sorry.”
He goes slowly, inserting one finger at a time, understanding why it must have hurt because oh God fuck Sam is so *tight* and he can’t wait to feel that around his cock. He lubes himself up and hears a breathless laughter from the man he’s touching up.
“What?”
“Nothing, it’s just… did you buy some lube?”
“Course not. I paid a prozzie to buy it.”
He’s sure he’s wet enough to push himself inside but doesn’t want their last words before they plunge deep into this - well - before their first ever fuck to be about a prostitute, so he lowers himself down and kisses Sam’s warm neck, the soft hair tickling his face.
“You are gorgeous, Sam” he whispers as quietly as he can.
Sam closes his eyes.
“Fuck. Gene. I want you.”
Gene obliges.
He delights in the gasps that escape Sam as he enters him properly, the symphony of sound tumbling from his DI’s lips, as he looses himself in the beautiful hot tightness that is Sam and shamelessly pounds him almost through his own bed. He can’t stop himself from fucking Tyler, plain raw fucking, doesn’t need to dress it up or give him flowers and that’s not because he only wants to fuck, and smack, and pound away, but because this is him it’s and Sam, both stripped quite literally bare, and there’s nothing else. It sounds and feels like Sam agrees, moaning and bucking and clenching around him. He has to physically stop Sam from moving now and again in case he comes too quickly but now, he’s ready, and Sam’s furiously tugging at himself so Gene joins him and with just the barest of hard thrusts and clenches from Sam he’s coming deep inside of Tyler’s arse, knocking himself out with bliss, and Sam comes with a muffled cry over their hands. They breathe, on such a high Gene doesn’t know if they’ll ever come back down, and he pulls himself out of Sam, slumps down on the floor. Tyler moves carefully to sit down beside him. When his ruffled head falls down on Gene’s shoulders, all Gene wants to do is shove it off, because he’s so hot but he can’t bring himself to do it, not when Sam laughs like that.
He laughs too.
“Fuckin’ good, right?”
“Mmmm” that contented, purring noise making Gene’s belly flip over twice.
“I’ll be back fer seconds, that ok with you?” Gene asks.
Sam moves so they’re facing each other, eye to eye.
“Oh, you best come back, Gene.”
Gene kisses him, long and slow.
*
“As lovely as it is being covered in sticky bodily fluids, we both need showers.”
“Go on then, Dorothy, sort it out. I’ll be there in a tick. Fag break.”
He feels another stir of pleasure as Sam gets up, sauntering, completely naked into the bathroom.
What the Gene Genie wants, he gets, Gene thinks, snug and satisfied. Except he doesn’t think it, he says it, loudly, and Sam makes a dreadful threat that he won’t show him the skills he so obviously has when it comes to the fine art of cock-sucking.
Author: totallywow
Word Count: 1, 427
Rating: Brown Cortina
Pairing: Sam/Gene
Disclaimer: I don't own Life on Mars or have anything to do with it. *sniffle* if I did, we'd see what really does go on after hours in Gene's office (it involves a naked Sam, a naked Gene, handcuffs and lube. So I'm told).
Summary: Gene gets what he wants.
A/N: La la la. Slashy porn. I was having trouble ending it.. think you can tell.
Gene took a hefty swig from his trusty hipflask. As he had proved, hipflasks can come in very useful. They’re handy, if you need a quick drink, can even save your life or help you build up the courage to storm into some bloke’s flat and announce you’re going to shag their brains out then proceed to carry out your ludicrous statement. Yeah, good old trust hipflask. Right. Gene doesn’t like tiptoeing around people. He especially dislikes tiptoeing around Sam Tyler who, to deal with successfully, you must do one of two things with. Preferably the first action and then the second, and repeat, until the soft little twat gets the message. Number one is shouting until your throat is sore. Number two is bashing his head in.
Mumbling, getting nervous, blushing, giggling, smiling and stuttering over your words whenever you’re with him is not acceptable. No real man blushes and stutters when the object of their affection turns to them, talking, eyes dancing wildly, looking strangely mellow, free and easy.
Gene’s had enough, so he’s going to sort it out tonight. There is of course the extremely odd scenario that Sam isn’t that way inclined or isn’t attracted to Gene, but Gene’s sure Sam isn’t as naïve to think he can come into work wiggling his arse about in trousers like those, shirts so tight it must hurt and spend the day glued to his Guv’s side. Oh no. Those carefully picked out garments are being worn to impress, not because Tyler has a fancy for dressing up.
Gene paces the step, wraps his knuckles on the door. See? Polite. Even Gene Hunt understands bashing Sam’s door down might make his request for Sam to get naked and on his knees rather inappropriate. Slightly more inappropriate than it will seem without the broken door, anyway, plus Gene doesn’t fancy an audience.
The door is opened by an insanely gorgeous Sam who pouts as his eyes lay on his guest.
“What is it now? What could it possibly be that you want now?”
The words are uninviting but the tone is warm and affectionate. Gene pushes Sam backwards gently and lets himself in, closes the door, places his deliberately warm hands (he kept them gloved and in his pockets before he’d got to Sam’s steps so the whinging sod wouldn’t complain about the cold) on Sam’s face, holding him tightly and bringing him close, finally kissing him and it’s hard, and hot, and Sam’s immediately responsive, his pink little tongue working in a perfectly delectable rhythm to Gene’s, their lips moving in harmony as Sam holds onto Gene’s neck, his own hands running through soft blonde hair as Gene cups his face and pulls his own head upwards.
Straight to the point, Hunt.
“I want you.”
Sam smiles.
“I know. You’re surprisingly easy to read, Guv.”
“Sod off. I’m a closed book, me, Tyler.”
“Rubbish. You blush every time you look at me.”
“Oi! I do not, yer cheeky bastard. I came up ‘ere to shag yer, but carry on, and I’ll slap yer instead.”
“The two are mutually exclusive, hmm?”
“Should ‘av known I’d be stuck with some kinky freak”
“Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it…” Sam’s voice is breathy and teasing as he strokes Gene’s chest and the rhythm they’ve just built up nicely, suddenly halted, breaks out again as two sets of hands work Gene out of his coat and both of them out of shirts and belts, clothes falling casually to the floor, trousers slightly trickier but Gene could care less when Sam has sat himself down on the bed, naked with his legs spread, pulling Gene towards him.
Gene decides to take control from here.
He pushes Sam down, capturing his delicate wrists and pinning them to the mattress, his lips dominant and Sam allows them to be, opening his mouth, kissing back. Gene grinds into Sam and feels delight rush through him, his blood pumping, as Sam’s hardening cock makes its presence known against his stomach.
He pushes himself upwards, lets Sam’s wrists go and grabs at Tyler’s cock with a wicked, terribly smug smile on his face.
“Why don’t you do something about it, Guv?”
“Oh, I will.”
Gene removes himself from Sam’s body, standing up a little shakily, and without warning Sam follows his movements, his head coming forward to take Gene’s cock in his mouth. Gene gasps at the sensation - it’s been a long time since someone did that. Damn Tyler because he’s fucking good at this too, sucking and pulling back as Gene grows harder, swirling his tongue around the head, licking stripes up and down Gene’s now fully-formed and if he may so himself, impressive erection.
“Jesus.”
Sam shows off his tongue, pink and pointy and wet, licks again, a small hand making its way for Gene’s heavy balls.
“Not tonight, Tyler, but don’t you worry about that - you’ll definitely be showing me your skills ‘ere soon enough. Tonight I’m gonna fuck yer. So bend over.”
Sam obeys, sliding off and kneeling on the floor, leaning half of his upper body on the small bed.
“My knees are going to hurt like hell” he grumbles.
“Yeah, well, I aint gonna last too long, Gladys, unfortunately.” Gene slicks lube onto his fingers and wastes no time circling and smoothing Sam’s arsehole, pushing his fingers inside, which earns him a high-pitched yelp.
“Sorry.”
He goes slowly, inserting one finger at a time, understanding why it must have hurt because oh God fuck Sam is so *tight* and he can’t wait to feel that around his cock. He lubes himself up and hears a breathless laughter from the man he’s touching up.
“What?”
“Nothing, it’s just… did you buy some lube?”
“Course not. I paid a prozzie to buy it.”
He’s sure he’s wet enough to push himself inside but doesn’t want their last words before they plunge deep into this - well - before their first ever fuck to be about a prostitute, so he lowers himself down and kisses Sam’s warm neck, the soft hair tickling his face.
“You are gorgeous, Sam” he whispers as quietly as he can.
Sam closes his eyes.
“Fuck. Gene. I want you.”
Gene obliges.
He delights in the gasps that escape Sam as he enters him properly, the symphony of sound tumbling from his DI’s lips, as he looses himself in the beautiful hot tightness that is Sam and shamelessly pounds him almost through his own bed. He can’t stop himself from fucking Tyler, plain raw fucking, doesn’t need to dress it up or give him flowers and that’s not because he only wants to fuck, and smack, and pound away, but because this is him it’s and Sam, both stripped quite literally bare, and there’s nothing else. It sounds and feels like Sam agrees, moaning and bucking and clenching around him. He has to physically stop Sam from moving now and again in case he comes too quickly but now, he’s ready, and Sam’s furiously tugging at himself so Gene joins him and with just the barest of hard thrusts and clenches from Sam he’s coming deep inside of Tyler’s arse, knocking himself out with bliss, and Sam comes with a muffled cry over their hands. They breathe, on such a high Gene doesn’t know if they’ll ever come back down, and he pulls himself out of Sam, slumps down on the floor. Tyler moves carefully to sit down beside him. When his ruffled head falls down on Gene’s shoulders, all Gene wants to do is shove it off, because he’s so hot but he can’t bring himself to do it, not when Sam laughs like that.
He laughs too.
“Fuckin’ good, right?”
“Mmmm” that contented, purring noise making Gene’s belly flip over twice.
“I’ll be back fer seconds, that ok with you?” Gene asks.
Sam moves so they’re facing each other, eye to eye.
“Oh, you best come back, Gene.”
Gene kisses him, long and slow.
*
“As lovely as it is being covered in sticky bodily fluids, we both need showers.”
“Go on then, Dorothy, sort it out. I’ll be there in a tick. Fag break.”
He feels another stir of pleasure as Sam gets up, sauntering, completely naked into the bathroom.
What the Gene Genie wants, he gets, Gene thinks, snug and satisfied. Except he doesn’t think it, he says it, loudly, and Sam makes a dreadful threat that he won’t show him the skills he so obviously has when it comes to the fine art of cock-sucking.