EASTER BUNNY

by elfin


"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."