"Do you want to stroke
my ears, little boy?"
Hunt leans
on the bar next
to where Sam is sitting, arms folded on the sticky surface
with his
head
resting on them. He offers
Gene a
lovely, drunken smile. It's
the end of
the night, the pub is almost empty and never before has
Hunt seen him
so
intoxicated or so relaxed with it.
Gene's stint as the
division's Easter Rabbit is almost over, yet he's still
wearing the
cr�me and
blue furry bunny ears that Phyllis found in a charity shop
in town.
Slowly Sam
sits up and
grins at him, hesitates, but reaches out those long
fingers to the
Guv's
lowered head and giggles like a schoolboy as he touches
the fake fur.
Since Sam Tyler stumbled
onto Gene's team and into his life it's been messing with
his head, and
his
recently treacherous and traitorous imagination his been
plying him
with ideas
and suggestions that a couple of months ago wouldn't ever
have crossed
his
mind; suggestions that are easier to deal with through a
comforting,
alcoholic
haze.
He can
feel Sam's touch,
although not as directly as he'd like.
He can imagine gentle fingers caressing the soft,
plush fur,
following
the curve of each ear to the tip, pausing there before
tracing back
down to the
Alice band they're attached to.
There's a pause before
Sam's fingertips ghost over his hair.
Gene
catches his breath, rumbles
softly like a purring cat, and lifts his head just a
little to turn and
smile.
Sam in turn looks at him
quizzically. "What are you playing at?"
"I'm the
Easter
bunny."
"But I've already had
a chocolate egg."
"You can
have Ray's
too."
Ray, who's stuck back at
the station on cell duty after making a comment about Sam
being one of
the
Guv's chicks.
"Why did you keep
him
away tonight?"
"Didn't want him
make
any more homophobic comments."
"I'm not sure what
he said...."
Gene hopes it's the
expression on his face that's shut Sam up.
"Stroke my ears
again."
Sam laughs softly,
but
instead of brushing over the cheap fur, he seems to
understand, and
strokes his
fingers lightly, slowly over Gene's hair.
Gene closes his
eyes -
can't help it - and takes a long, deep breath, dick
twitching in his
trousers.
"Want to come home
with me?" Sam asks, and it's so quiet Gene isn't certain he
heard
right. Only when he opens his
eyes, sees
Sam watching him, waiting, does he know for sure that he
did.
"Yeah, I think... I
think I do."
"Don't think about
it
too hard."
For a moment he
wonders if
Sam's taking the piss - you'd
like the
book, it's
got pictures - but he isn't.
He's serious.
Something's been
between
them from the start, playing with them, pulling at them.
Gene's never felt so drawn to anyone before,
never been so infuriated and calmed by anyone in such equal
measures in
the
past.
Fingers comb through his
hair again - more certain this time - short nails grazing
his scalp. He bites back a moan
of pleasure, resists
this time the urge to purr. "I could just� play
with your ears."
Gene's twitching dick
stands to attention. "Not quite
what I had in mind, Sammy, but it's a start." |