Just One Night
Title: Just One Night
Author: TehRingmaster
Rating: Brown Cortina
Pairing: Sam/Gene
Word Count: 2149
Author's Note: Just a PWP I happened to have pop into my head after a long streach of writer's block. Hope you all enjoy it :D
Just One Night
No sooner had the door been shut behind them did Sam pull Gene over to him. Lips pressed them selves into the other man's before the Guv could even think to protest. Given he was perhaps a little too drunk to do so in the first place, but when was Gene not at least the slightest bit drunk? When the kiss broke the DCI looked down at the smaller man who had pinned himself against the wall under Gene. A slightly cocky and lopsided smirk found his face.
“What is all this then Tyler? Last I recall you were about ready to hit me back at CID. Now just look at you.”
Perhaps Gene wasn't as bothered by these displays of affection because he was drunk or perhaps it was more that he had always wanted to see them but was assuming Sam to be drunk enough to let it slide for the time. Sam probably wouldn't remember this come morning, or rather he hoped Sam wouldn't remember this. If he did, Gene could deny all of this anyway. His word usually had more sway, he wasn't the bat-shit crazy one. Though, Sam did some how manage to make that endearing.
“You know what?”
Sam sort of swayed against the wall and held a hand up before shaking his head and leaning forward to press into Gene's neck and lay a small kiss there. Oh Sam wanted the other man, pretty bad. If anything the amount of alcohol he had consumed just broke any wall keeping that secret down. Not that reading Sam's feelings about Gene was all too hard to start with.
“Shush okay? You are bound to say something to throw this all off and I have been waiting too long and I have had too much to drink to let this just get pushed aside.”
Sam pulled Gene forward again into another kiss, though this time Gene actually returned it. Well shit, no one was watching them and perhaps once he could cave in on his own feelings for the other man. Just one night. He'd let him have that. It was the least he could do for all Sam had done for him in the time he'd been here. Plus if it made him happy Gene was fairly sure he'd be happy himself.
Moving his hands from being curled into Gene's coat he shifted his fingers under the fabric to push it off the other man's shoulders. He took hold of Gene's tie and pulled him forward so he'd be pinned against the wall under the Guv's weight. Sam tilted his hips upward to press against Gene's and he gave a small groan. One disadvantage to tight pants, no matter how good they made him, was that they were very uncomfortable when he was aroused.
Gene had one hand on Sam's hip, pushing him back into the wall and the other on his neck, thumb brushing over the pulse he found there. Hand on the slimmer man's neck dipped down to remove the leather jacket he wore. Gene soon found himself quickly tugging at Sam's shirt to get it loose from his pants and then proceeded to fumble with the buttons.
His own jacket, tie and shirt were made short work of. Sam had some brilliant hand eye co-ordination for being drunk, but that could just be a combination of luck and desperation. None the less, Sam was already working on Gene's trousers by the time he had Sam's shirt off. Oh he wouldn't stand for this. Taking a firm hold on his DI he turned them around and gave the man a good shove onto the sorry excuse for a bed the man had.
“Whoa Tyler, I call the shots. You slow down.”
He half growled, but there was a hint of a grin and a mischievous glint in Gene Hunt's eye that told he wasn't too worried about the speed this went. Tell the truth he probably was as rushed as Sam was, but he just wanted to be in control as he always was.
Once he had landed on the bed Sam hand one arm up above his head and the other resting on his own chest. It took him a moment to sort of put together how he ended up there. He wriggled himself to get more comfortable on the bed. He let his eyes seek out Gene's. Once their gazes locked Sam parted his lips slightly, eyes begging for the other man before the words even came pleading from his mouth.
“Hurt me.”
There was something so dirty and so sensual about the way Sam had pleaded for him that Gene could not possibly get his own trousers off fast enough. Wile working the button and zipper loose his eyes watched as Sam dragged the hand that was on his chest down over pale skin. Fingers turned to push down into his trousers so he could ease a little of the ache he had. Sam's eyes were barely open by the time he licked his lips and spoke again.
“Please, Guv. Hurt me.”
Gene was quick to respond to this. Usually you didn't have to ask him twice but damn if that hadn't been a well welcomed sight. Hands pulled Sam's trousers and anything else he happened to still have on free from his body. One hand pushed itself up Sam's inner thigh, just missing where Sam probably wanted to be touched most before working up to the other's chest. The DI squirmed and wriggled under Gene, but otherwise was completely at the Guv's disposal.
Gene arched his fingers and dragged his nails across Sam's chest which left some rather nice raised red marks in the process. Sam lifted himself from the bed with a cry of pleasure to press himself that much closer to Gene's hand. It brought a small smirk to the DCI's face to see Sam so wanton under him.
“Who would've though you'd be such a kinky sod Tyler?”
Sam just barely opened his eyes which were now just shy of being black for how dilated and dark with lust they had become. His lips pulled back into a small smile, teeth slightly grazing over his bottom lip.
“You don't know everything there is to know about me yet.”
Gene raised his brows slightly at what Sam had said. Yet. Hmm, very powerful word, yet. Meant he'd get the chance to do just that. Find out everything about Sam. From what made him tick to what made him shutter in pure joy. Gene looked forward to learning those things. Not that he'd ever admit that anywhere but in his own head.
Sam shifted under Gene to reach up for the other man again. Gene leaned down over Sam but reached a hand out to take a hold of a good handful of hair before pulling his head back to expose that lovely long neck he had. This earned him a rather pleasing gasp from his DI which was followed by a light groan. His lips closed over Sam's neck to suck hard enough to leave a nice mark there. Simple reminder of just who he belonged to.
“Turn over. On your stomach Sammy-boy.”
Sam did reluctantly shift under Gene. He hadn't wanted to move but he turned onto his stomach and felt Gene moved up behind him. Sam gave a pleased sigh when Gene took hold of his hips to get him positioned as he pleased. Sam's head ended up facing the foot of the bed, one hand holding onto the small rail that he had been handcuffed to that one time.
He felt his cheeks flush the instant Gene had pushed a finger forward into him. Sam actually was slightly surprised that Gene would even go into preparing him. Not that it was going overly smooth since he lacked any formal lubrication, but then again he had been begging the man to hurt him. He bit down on his own lip as he rocked his hips back against Gene's hand. His breathing had picked up quite a bit and was more short breaths between his moans.
“Gene, plea-”
He had started to plead with the man again but before he could finish finger's curled into his hair and yanked back with enough force to get quite the symphony of sounds.
“I'll get there Sam, don't rush me.”
The DI whimpered slightly but did as asked and tried to be patient. Tried being the main word. Once Gene felt he was prepped enough his hand pulled away which got a slightly distraught sound to form in Sam's throat. Hands gripped the smaller man's hips to hold him still as Gene repositioned himself so he could press forward into the other man. A low groan rumbled up from his chest as fingers curled into pale flesh.
Gene had been a bit too drunk to worry about taking much more time with this. He started a rather moderate pace, but by no means was he being gentle with the other man. Sam grit his teeth and arched his downward, eyes shut and hands gripping into the sheets. It took a wile for Sam to adjust to the feel of the other man in him but once he did he was quite vocal about his pleasure. If he had the capacity to think about it, he probably would have been self conscience of what his neighbors would have thought of him.
The two men fell into rhythm quite easily. The push and pull of flesh against flesh created a rather delectable friction that made each of them crave more. Gene let out a low groan from deep within his chest and he reached a hand up to rake his fingernails down Sam's spine. This earned him a rather nice gasp and a perfectly arched back in front of him.
“G-Gene! Oh... Gods... I...”
Sam fought to get his words out between his own moans and hitched breathing. Hands clutched together into the sheets and he felt waves of pleasure building up within him. Skin was slicked with a fine layer of sweat that kept his hair pressed down to his face. It was an internal fight just to keep control of himself. He wanted nothing more then to throw caution to the wind and let himself slip into an uncontrollable frenzy.
Gene was panting heavily and was managing to watch Sam writhe and buck back against him. His DI certainly was a vision in the throes of ecstasy. It was a sight he could do with seeing a little more often. He wanted to drive Sam over that edge before he let himself go. He just needed to see the other man unravel beneath him. He'd wanted to see that for lord knew how long now and he could feel with how tense Sam was under his hands how close the man was to that point.
Should Gene have been capable of speech at this point he'd have probably ordered him to come but that was a bit beyond him at this point. So he shifted a little more over Sam and bit down on his neck. This apparently was enough to set the other man off. He cursed and let out a particularly loud moan wile his body contracted against Gene. This elicited quite the groan from Gene as he came soon after Sam did, pushing himself fully into the other man as he did so.
For a moment time seemed suspended as the two men were lost in the hazy glow that lingered after an orgasm. Neither of them quite willing to separate from each other and just barely managing to hold themselves up. However this pause it time could only last so long and soon enough Gene pulled back from Sam and the smaller of the two men simply let himself slide properly onto his mattress and lie there panting, eyes just open enough so he could look back at Gene and offer a small, but very sated smile.
The two of them remained there in silence for quite some time. Gene let his fingers push Sam's hair back from his face as he regained his breath. Sam didn't know when he had fallen asleep but a combination of being exhausted and comfortable had put him out pretty quickly.
When he woke in the morning he was alone, sore and had a throbbing headache. Flashes of the night before made it to him throughout the day and he could barely bring himself to even look at Gene for too long in work. Still... the occasional knowing glimmer was in the Guv's eye. However, they both knew they'd never talk about what happened. That was all they could have: just one night.