| It built up inside of him. From
vague musings to full-on daydreams, letting his imagination
roam over
the facts at the same time as his gaze roamed over blond
hair, sharp
blue eyes, stubbled throat and smooth skin over a pronounced
collarbone. It was a pressure, growing steadily but
quickly,
until two days after the party he found himself in the lift
between the
ground floor and the CID office with Gene smoking three feet
away from
him. The idea barely paused for consideration before he was acting on it. Sam's hand shot up of its own accord and he hit the 'emergency lift stop' button with the flat of his palm. Slouched back against the opposite wall of the elevator, Gene eyed him with something close to surprise. But he said nothing, obviously not sensing a threat, and waited, eventually dropping the stub of his cigarette to the floor and mashing it with the sole of his left shoe. One part of Sam's mind was still catching up with the other, so for a couple of long, drawn out seconds there was silence, not even the sound of a distant alarm to indicate there was any trouble with the lift. "What happened at the party?" The question put a frown on to Gene's face. This obviously hadn't been the line of questioning he'd been expecting, but after a moment he nodded slowly. "So this is what's been up with you." "I want to know." Lifting his head, Gene nailed Sam with that stare, the one that haunted Sam's dreams from over the shoulder of the test card girl in her red dress and her clown doll with a presence all its own. "Why?" Sam didn't answer. Couldn't answer. "Why do my sexual exploits concern you all of a sudden?" Sam took a deep breath, released it. "I want to know." Another pause. "What do you want to know, exactly?" "What did you mean by the 'camel through the eye of the needle' comment?" Gene too filled his lungs, huffing the air back out in an action Sam had come to link with his Guv's thought processes. Lips pursed before forming a slight smile and for a long time he didn't think an answer would ever be forthcoming. But after a time of studying Sam, the response came. "She got her mouth around my dick and stuck her finger up my arse." "You got that far?" He snorted with some vague amusement. When they'd gone running after Annie, Sam had three buttons unfastened on his shirt, Gene had been shrugged his shirt back on, doing up his trousers. "She didn't hang around, Sam. Didn't even have chance to get my underwear passed my knees!" Sam let his imaginings solidify to that one image. He'd long since stopped worrying about why the sexual exploits of Gene Hunt concerned him. When the only sexual partner to consider had been the legendary and illusive Mrs Hunt, it hadn't bothered him; he hadn't felt this insatiable jealousy he'd been feeling since the undressed and over sexed Mrs Luckhurst had pulled the Cortina keys from the glass bowl. He'd watched Gene climb the stairs, that expression of lust on his face, and something inside him had broken in two, releasing a bitterness that had immediately begun to consume him. "You'd have slept with her?" Gene's loud sigh was one of frustration this time. He dropped his head back against the wall of the lift and closed his eyes. "Sam�." He shook his head. "Not that this is any of your business, but apart from one drunken evening last week ironically in celebration of our wedding anniversary, the wife and I haven't slept together in the biblical fashion for coming up to a year." Sam processed that. "You didn't gate crash the party to check on Annie and I, did you? You did it because you wanted in on the action." Pushing away from the wall, Gene took a heavy step forward. "Cartwright can take care of herself! It's you I have to worry about." Sam closed the gap, planting his feet, close enough to smell the nicotine and lunchtime Scotch on the other man's breath. "Why did you crash the party?" "I wanted to know. All right? I was fascinated." "You who won't watch porn?" "There's a big difference between watching and doing!" "You wanted sex." "If I'd just wanted sex, Sam, I could have paid Suki to suck me off in the car!" The loud words echoed in Sam's head and he wondered if their entire conversation was being heard throughout the building. Litton would love that. Ray would have enough ammunition to make his life a misery for weeks, months given the chance. Gene didn't same to care. Either that or the thought hadn't occurred yet. "At least that way I wouldn't have been able to hear you." He ducked his head. "What?" "I heard you!" His eyes snapped up. "I thought you were in trouble. If it hadn't been for Mrs Twilling stopping me I'd have seen you too!" "I bet you'd have enjoyed that, the way you're talking!" "Guv�." A silence, filled with their anger and frustration, descended. Sam saw the hand coming up to his face, expected a slap, but felt it settle, warm against his cheek in a gesture of tenderness so totally out of character he found himself waiting for the punchline. A second, then it dropped, Gene took a step back to lean against the wall again and when he spoke it was very quietly, "I don't like the way you make me feel, Sam. Before you walked into my life things were simple, straightforward. Work, pub, home to dinner, a peck on the cheek and ten minutes with me own hand in the bathroom before bed. I thought I was happy with that, content, as content as I was going to get anyway. Then you came along. I pushed and you pushed right back and as sad as it sounds those fights we had at the start were more physical I'd been with anyone in months. It reminded me what it felt like and I remembered what sex was; more than just getting off. I went to that party to be close to someone, just for an hour or two." Sam was stunned, not at what Gene had admitted, but that he'd said it at all. "How do I make you feel?" "Lonely, randy and bloody confused." Whispered. The idea that they could be overheard had obviously struck Gene too. Sam considered his next words very, very carefully. "Why don't you come back to my place later for a fight?" By the look on the expressive face his meaning was perfectly understood and his offer wasn't completely unwelcome. But 'bloody confused' was right and Gene obviously still needed to do battle with what he wanted versus what he thought he should want as a red-bloodied male. Sam smiled, shrugged, reached out and touched his fingers to the red 'Start' button. "I'm always up for a fight, Gene." He pressed, and the lift shook once before resuming its ascent. A second later, Gene's hand smashed the 'Emergency Lift Stop' again as he barrelled into Sam, forcing him back against the metal wall of the elevator, taking his mouth in a bruisingly forceful kiss, hand dropping from the control panel to Sam's crotch, grip hard through the rough denim. Surprised for a moment, trapped between Gene's bulk and the smooth wall, Sam grunted, fought to free his arms and when he did so, returned the favour, Gene's thin trousers allowing him to shape his hand around a hardening cock and heavy balls. The sex was as brutal as the kiss. Fingers scrabbling to unfasten zips and buttons, to push material out of the way, to find flesh; turgid and burning. Sam matched the strength of Gene's grip, struggling to maintain concentration and balance as one large, tight, skilled hand rushed him towards a hard climax. He wanted to watch Gene Hunt's orgasm, wanted to feel it, hear it, to be the cause of it. He pushed his tongue between Gene's teeth, angling his head in an attempt to get to the back of the man's throat, pushing as close as he could. The companion hand to the one on his cock was at his throat, fingers curved around the back of his neck, pulling him closer. He squeezed his hand once, reaching his fingertips back to tease taut testicles, and Gene came hard into his palm. His soft moan into Sam's mouth was out of place following the rough, fast-paced sex but the vibration of it triggered his own orgasm and as he wet Gene's stilling hard he heard and felt another hum. He swallowed it, wanting to hear it again, wanting this again. He just wasn't sure Gene felt the same way when he pulled away from him like a man suddenly stung to stare at Sam, holding his wet and sticky hand between them. Sam easily tucked him back, zipped and buttoned his trousers, did the same for himself. Gene had pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his hand before holding it out for Sam. He took it, not looking up at Gene's face. "Thanks." "Don't mention it." Sam tried to give it back but by the shake of his head, it wasn't wanted. "Keep it." For a moment he hesitated then he stepped back, reaching out for the red button. Carefully, Sam put his fingers on top of Gene's, stopping him for a moment. "This is between you and me. It'll stay that way." One nod. Sam drew his hand back and let the button be pressed. Finally, the lift doors slid open with a jerk. They stepped out into the corridor and walked to the entrance of the CID office in silence. But his Guv blocked his way before he could go inside. "Still on for that fight tonight?" Sam smiled, glanced up into uncertain blue eyes and nodded. "I'm always up for a fight, Gene." |