Don't Decoy, Avoid, or Make Void the Topic
Title: Don't Decoy, Avoid, or Make Void the Topic
Fandom: Life on Mars
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 500 words.
Notes: Sam/Gene slash PWP. For ausmac, who had a bad day. Title from Salt N Pepa.
Summary: It's just sex.
Gene rubs his hand up Sam's calf as he nuzzles into his neck. He drags his fingers slowly, gently, over Sam's thigh, skating over his half-hard cock and brushing up to his chest. Sam makes a sound like a purr, his lips by Gene's jaw and his hands wrapped around his back.
"Could get used to this," Sam murmurs, smile making his tone rich.
Gene pinches his nipple. "This is supposed to be delayed gratification."
"Might wanna reconsider your technique. I'm feeling pretty gratified right now."
Sam adjusts position, bringing his body lower. He puts his fingers to Gene's mouth and quirks an eyebrow. Gene opens his lips and sucks Sam's fingers in. He's warm and wet and Sam thinks he could spend another hour just like this, but he takes his fingers out, slick with saliva, and drags them over the crack of Gene's arse.
"Oi. You're not playing fairly."
"Never said I had to."
"Must've said something in the rule book?"
Sam shakes his head, capturing Gene in a kiss, teasing around Gene's hole, dipping one finger inside with care. Gene presses tighter into him, but continues touching him in maddening sweeping strokes.
"We should do this more often," Sam says, arching his head back.
"No time," Gene says, with something that's barely more than a grunt.
"We have time for a quickie in the collator's den, we have time for this."
"Why bother? It's just sex."
Sam opens his eyes and lowers his head to gaze, disbelieving. He parrots Gene's words. "Just sex?"
Gene rolls his eyes. "If you're gonna say something fairy-like, warn me, so I can shut you up."
"I'm gonna say something fairy-like."
"Okay, then."
Gene leans forward and takes Sam's cock in hand whilst simultaneously kissing him. He grips with just the right pressure and slides in just the right rhythm. Sam whimpers against his lips, rocking into his hand and forgetting everything else, moving to grip Gene's sides. Gene twists his hand to the left and slides from the base to the tip several times, eliciting a happy-sounding "yeah," from Sam in-between kisses.
Sam starts to feel hotter as Gene teases the head of his cock and knows he's proving he has no self-will. Gene is no longer being soft and careful - he's the other edge of rough, exactly how Sam likes it. Sam ruts into it harder; breathy moans and closed eyes. It only takes another few seconds before he's keening and spilling all over Gene's hand and belly. He becomes weak and drops back down to the sheets, sated and comfortable.
Gene draws his eyebrows together, poking his tongue between his teeth. "So what were you gonna say?"
Sam stretches lazily. "Something about it not just being sex, but mind-blowing, magnificent sex."
"You conniving little git."
"I try." Sam grins. "Right. Now it's time to see how long you can go without me bringing you off."
"Unfair advantage," Gene asserts, prodding Sam's chest and gesturing to his already hard cock.
"Nothing's fair in love and war."
"And which is this?"
"Both."
Fandom: Life on Mars
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 500 words.
Notes: Sam/Gene slash PWP. For ausmac, who had a bad day. Title from Salt N Pepa.
Summary: It's just sex.
Gene rubs his hand up Sam's calf as he nuzzles into his neck. He drags his fingers slowly, gently, over Sam's thigh, skating over his half-hard cock and brushing up to his chest. Sam makes a sound like a purr, his lips by Gene's jaw and his hands wrapped around his back.
"Could get used to this," Sam murmurs, smile making his tone rich.
Gene pinches his nipple. "This is supposed to be delayed gratification."
"Might wanna reconsider your technique. I'm feeling pretty gratified right now."
Sam adjusts position, bringing his body lower. He puts his fingers to Gene's mouth and quirks an eyebrow. Gene opens his lips and sucks Sam's fingers in. He's warm and wet and Sam thinks he could spend another hour just like this, but he takes his fingers out, slick with saliva, and drags them over the crack of Gene's arse.
"Oi. You're not playing fairly."
"Never said I had to."
"Must've said something in the rule book?"
Sam shakes his head, capturing Gene in a kiss, teasing around Gene's hole, dipping one finger inside with care. Gene presses tighter into him, but continues touching him in maddening sweeping strokes.
"We should do this more often," Sam says, arching his head back.
"No time," Gene says, with something that's barely more than a grunt.
"We have time for a quickie in the collator's den, we have time for this."
"Why bother? It's just sex."
Sam opens his eyes and lowers his head to gaze, disbelieving. He parrots Gene's words. "Just sex?"
Gene rolls his eyes. "If you're gonna say something fairy-like, warn me, so I can shut you up."
"I'm gonna say something fairy-like."
"Okay, then."
Gene leans forward and takes Sam's cock in hand whilst simultaneously kissing him. He grips with just the right pressure and slides in just the right rhythm. Sam whimpers against his lips, rocking into his hand and forgetting everything else, moving to grip Gene's sides. Gene twists his hand to the left and slides from the base to the tip several times, eliciting a happy-sounding "yeah," from Sam in-between kisses.
Sam starts to feel hotter as Gene teases the head of his cock and knows he's proving he has no self-will. Gene is no longer being soft and careful - he's the other edge of rough, exactly how Sam likes it. Sam ruts into it harder; breathy moans and closed eyes. It only takes another few seconds before he's keening and spilling all over Gene's hand and belly. He becomes weak and drops back down to the sheets, sated and comfortable.
Gene draws his eyebrows together, poking his tongue between his teeth. "So what were you gonna say?"
Sam stretches lazily. "Something about it not just being sex, but mind-blowing, magnificent sex."
"You conniving little git."
"I try." Sam grins. "Right. Now it's time to see how long you can go without me bringing you off."
"Unfair advantage," Gene asserts, prodding Sam's chest and gesturing to his already hard cock.
"Nothing's fair in love and war."
"And which is this?"
"Both."