Volcano
by
elfin
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."
FIN
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