Fic: Lost and Found. Red Cortina. Sam/Gene.
Title: Lost and Found
Author: fawsley
Beta: farothiel
Recipient: totallywow
Rating: NC-17 Red Cortina
Word Count: 682
Notes: Request was for Sam/Gene slash. Brown Cortina+, consensual kink. Prompt line: ‘Is this what you want?’
Warnings: BDSM and explicit slash
Summary: Sam needs something that only Gene can give him...
Lost and Found
A day from hell when he hardly knows who or where or even what he is anymore.
Gene watches him carefully as they go over the facts once again, coolly assessing his DI as much as the crime. They can’t get much further towards cracking the case now, not this late in the day, they both know that.
Sam rises to leave, makes it as far as the door before Gene speaks, knows as soon as he hears the curtly given words that right now this is exactly what he needs.
‘Lost and Found. Ten minutes.’
*´¨)
¸.•´¸.•*´¨) ¸.•*¨)
(¸.•´ (¸.•´
It’s never ten minutes.
Can be fifteen, thirty. Once it was nearly an hour and he was glistening with nervous sweat by the time Gene casually sauntered into the room and locked the door firmly behind him, sliding the bolts into place.
Sam wonders why there are bolts on the inside of the door anyway. Perhaps Gene put them there himself. Wouldn’t be surprised. There are extra bits of hardware all over the room though you’d be hard pressed to spot them unless you knew what you were looking for.
So Sam waits.
Naked, kneeling upon dirty bare concrete, head bowed, trembling in anticipation of what’s to come, with the exquisite terror of knowing that anyone, anyone at all, could walk in right now and find him like this.
*´¨)
¸.•´¸.•*´¨) ¸.•*¨)
(¸.•´ (¸.•´
‘Give St. Christopher to me.’
They both know Sam would never entrust his medallion to anyone else.
Nor would he let anyone else replace it with a collar of soft, studded leather.
Gene strokes Sam’s head gently, presses it against his thigh, little mewls of pleasure elicited by every touch.
‘Don’t worry, Tyler. I’ll look after him. Wouldn't ever let him come to any harm.’
They both know what Gene’s talking about.
*´¨)
¸.•´¸.•*´¨) ¸.•*¨)
(¸.•´ (¸.•´
This is safe. This is familiar.
The stretch of his body, hands cuffed high above his head to that eye-bolt affixed to the ceiling duct that nobody else would ever notice.
The strain in his thighs, legs spread far apart by the bar between his ankles.
The tightness of the strap around his cock and balls, denying his release.
Waiting for the first gentle fall of the flogger against his skin, expertly wielded, so very different to how Gene uses his fists.
This is where he wants to be.
*´¨)
¸.•´¸.•*´¨) ¸.•*¨)
(¸.•´ (¸.•´
This is not familiar. This is new. And not a little unnerving.
But he trusts the Guv with his life and thus with every inch of his body, though Gene has never touched that particular part of him before.
The shock of cold gel and the insistent probing of something hard and thick and unforgiving.
Sam can’t help but moan and writhe, Gene’s breath hot against his skin.
‘Shhhh, Tyler. Just a little plug.’
And the flogger falls again.
*´¨)
¸.•´¸.•*´¨) ¸.•*¨)
(¸.•´ (¸.•´
Gene rubs Sam’s aching arms, guides him to where he can lean against the wall, brace himself for what is to come.
The plug slides slowly in and out, in and out, Sam still shaking from the endorphin rush, sobbing at the intensity of this new sensation.
‘Is this what you want?’
There’s not a moment’s hesitation in the answer he gives.
He knows the Guv loves to hear him beg.
*´¨)
¸.•´¸.•*´¨) ¸.•*¨)
(¸.•´ (¸.•´
The plug exits with an audible pop and Sam whimpers at its loss.
‘Or would you rather have this?’
Something equally hard but hot and throbbing with life, something he’s not felt before but knows instantly is what he’s been yearning for.
Gene teases him with long, slow strokes, but then the pace quickens and a hand snakes round to attend to the snappers on the confining strap.
‘I’ve had a fuckin’ shite day as well, Tyler, and it would make it all a damn sight better if I got to hear you scream.’
The Guv fucks hard and fast, fingernails digging into Sam’s hips. There’ll be beautiful half-moon bruises for days.
‘Come for me, Tyler. Come for me Sammy-boy.’
Thick walls soak up every last drop of sound.
Together they lose themselves, shatter into a million shuddering pieces, and together they find each other once more.
Author: fawsley
Beta: farothiel
Recipient: totallywow
Rating: NC-17 Red Cortina
Word Count: 682
Notes: Request was for Sam/Gene slash. Brown Cortina+, consensual kink. Prompt line: ‘Is this what you want?’
Warnings: BDSM and explicit slash
Summary: Sam needs something that only Gene can give him...
Lost and Found
A day from hell when he hardly knows who or where or even what he is anymore.
Gene watches him carefully as they go over the facts once again, coolly assessing his DI as much as the crime. They can’t get much further towards cracking the case now, not this late in the day, they both know that.
Sam rises to leave, makes it as far as the door before Gene speaks, knows as soon as he hears the curtly given words that right now this is exactly what he needs.
‘Lost and Found. Ten minutes.’
*´¨)
¸.•´¸.•*´¨) ¸.•*¨)
(¸.•´ (¸.•´
It’s never ten minutes.
Can be fifteen, thirty. Once it was nearly an hour and he was glistening with nervous sweat by the time Gene casually sauntered into the room and locked the door firmly behind him, sliding the bolts into place.
Sam wonders why there are bolts on the inside of the door anyway. Perhaps Gene put them there himself. Wouldn’t be surprised. There are extra bits of hardware all over the room though you’d be hard pressed to spot them unless you knew what you were looking for.
So Sam waits.
Naked, kneeling upon dirty bare concrete, head bowed, trembling in anticipation of what’s to come, with the exquisite terror of knowing that anyone, anyone at all, could walk in right now and find him like this.
*´¨)
¸.•´¸.•*´¨) ¸.•*¨)
(¸.•´ (¸.•´
‘Give St. Christopher to me.’
They both know Sam would never entrust his medallion to anyone else.
Nor would he let anyone else replace it with a collar of soft, studded leather.
Gene strokes Sam’s head gently, presses it against his thigh, little mewls of pleasure elicited by every touch.
‘Don’t worry, Tyler. I’ll look after him. Wouldn't ever let him come to any harm.’
They both know what Gene’s talking about.
*´¨)
¸.•´¸.•*´¨) ¸.•*¨)
(¸.•´ (¸.•´
This is safe. This is familiar.
The stretch of his body, hands cuffed high above his head to that eye-bolt affixed to the ceiling duct that nobody else would ever notice.
The strain in his thighs, legs spread far apart by the bar between his ankles.
The tightness of the strap around his cock and balls, denying his release.
Waiting for the first gentle fall of the flogger against his skin, expertly wielded, so very different to how Gene uses his fists.
This is where he wants to be.
*´¨)
¸.•´¸.•*´¨) ¸.•*¨)
(¸.•´ (¸.•´
This is not familiar. This is new. And not a little unnerving.
But he trusts the Guv with his life and thus with every inch of his body, though Gene has never touched that particular part of him before.
The shock of cold gel and the insistent probing of something hard and thick and unforgiving.
Sam can’t help but moan and writhe, Gene’s breath hot against his skin.
‘Shhhh, Tyler. Just a little plug.’
And the flogger falls again.
*´¨)
¸.•´¸.•*´¨) ¸.•*¨)
(¸.•´ (¸.•´
Gene rubs Sam’s aching arms, guides him to where he can lean against the wall, brace himself for what is to come.
The plug slides slowly in and out, in and out, Sam still shaking from the endorphin rush, sobbing at the intensity of this new sensation.
‘Is this what you want?’
There’s not a moment’s hesitation in the answer he gives.
He knows the Guv loves to hear him beg.
*´¨)
¸.•´¸.•*´¨) ¸.•*¨)
(¸.•´ (¸.•´
The plug exits with an audible pop and Sam whimpers at its loss.
‘Or would you rather have this?’
Something equally hard but hot and throbbing with life, something he’s not felt before but knows instantly is what he’s been yearning for.
Gene teases him with long, slow strokes, but then the pace quickens and a hand snakes round to attend to the snappers on the confining strap.
‘I’ve had a fuckin’ shite day as well, Tyler, and it would make it all a damn sight better if I got to hear you scream.’
The Guv fucks hard and fast, fingernails digging into Sam’s hips. There’ll be beautiful half-moon bruises for days.
‘Come for me, Tyler. Come for me Sammy-boy.’
Thick walls soak up every last drop of sound.
Together they lose themselves, shatter into a million shuddering pieces, and together they find each other once more.