Fic: Accidentally
Aug. 24th, 2007 07:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
serafina20Title: Accidentally
Author: serafina20
Rating: Brown Cortina
Pairing: Sam/Gene
Summary: Sam accidentally finds out something about the Guv. And accidents continue to happen.
Spoilers: Major for 2.08
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7
He didn't sleep that night. Couldn't. Spent the entire time staring at the ceiling, replaying the kiss over and over in his mind. Hot and aroused and utterly frustrated.
It was his own fault, of course. He'd been the one to leave. To say no and push Gene away. To run.
And now he had to face him again. This was far, far worse than when he had broken up with Annie. Annie didn't punch. Annie didn't rage.
Annie didn't control his universe the way Gene did.
Bloody hell. This was a fine mess. And who would have expected it? Who would have expected Gene homophobic straight-as-you-please man's man Hunt, to waltz into the kitchen and kiss him?
Not Sam. Not in a million years. He'd been still coming to terms with the fact he wanted Gene. That the year of yelling and fighting and exasperation and heartache wasn't just frustration from dealing with Gene and his pigheadedness, but also frustrated lust.
Lust. Attraction. Affection.
And he had to be so bloody gorgeous, too.
Aware of his feelings, though unwilling to examine them, Sam had figured he had years of suppression and frustration to look forward to.
Then Gene had walked into the kitchen and given him a kiss that curled his toes. That set him on fire and made him stupid and horny and more alive than he'd ever felt.
And then his brain had kicked in. He remember where he was and what he was doing and who he was with and it'd just been too much.
So he ran. Ran to his shabby apartment and cold bed. To broken thoughts and unrealized longing. To a voice in his head that whispered how tomorrow was going to go badly. Tomorrow would hurt and he'd been through this before. That he didn't want it, had given it all up, and why was Sam doing this to him.
A voice in his head, talking. Panicked. Steeling itself for broken bones and bright pain and lies.
Sam tried to ignore the voice, but it was impossible. The more he tried, the louder it got until it was lecturing him. Yelling. Infecting him with its panic and worry and, God, he was sounding even more insane than normal. Even to himself.
The voice kept him awake until the morning, and then all there was to do was get up and trudge to the station. Blurry eyed, half asleep, and more nervous than he'd ever been.
No use putting it off, then. Sam had to face him. The uncertainty was worse than knowing. After all, what could Gene do to him that he hadn't done before? Lock him in the boot of his car? Punch him a few times? Slam him against the wall?
He could put you in hospital. Break your wrist. Your fingers. the voice said.
"Gene's not like that," Sam said aloud.
The voice snorted.
It was only insane when you started talking back. Sam decided to ignore the voice.
He walked into the station with a single minded determination. If he passed anyone on the way, he didn't notice them. His vision was tunneled; focused. His mind in a whirl as he tried to decide which path to take. Should he walk in and pretend nothing had happened? Or should he corner Gene and try to explain?
You should march into the office and just make nice. Close the door, the blinds, and give him what he wanted last night. Maybe orgasm will keep him calm.
He ignored the suggestion.
The door loomed before him. With sweating palms, Sam reached for it.
It swung open. "Doris, glad you could join us." Gene grabbed Sam by the neck and hauled him around. "We've got a couple of lads who think they can knock over a shop on my streets."
"Guv, what...."
"We know where they're going to be, just not when. We'll take the car, park out of sight, and nab 'em when they make their move."
Sam blinked as he was propelled down the hall. "But... what about the robbery? The old lady?"
"We'll deal with that later." Gene leaned closer, mouth next to Sam's ear. "I need a victory in something, Sammy. Got it?"
His stomach tightened. "Right."
We're dead.
Gene kept his hand on Sam the entire way to the car. Steering him, guiding him. Even opened the damn door and pushed him inside.
The slam of the door was too much like a cell closing him in. When Gene got in, he took all the air. The other man didn't say anything, but pulled on his driving gloves and started the car.
"Wh... What about Ray? Chris? Where are they?" Sam made himself ask.
"Back-up," Gene said. "They'll be down the street, window shopping. You and me are going to be right across from the store in an alley. Perfect view." He smiled, hands tightening on the wheel. "Easy day, Sammy-boy. This'll be an easy nab."
They made it to the alley quickly. Gene pulled the car in place. Parked. Cracked open a window and leaned back in his seat.
Sam's head ached. His stitches were prickling from the sweat standing on his forehead. He didn't know what to do, what to say. For all he knew, this was all a ruse so Gene could beat him for the night before. For embarrassing him or leaving him or...
"Oh, for Christ's sake, Dorothy," Gene growled, digging out his fags. "Breathe all ready."
He swallowed and risked a glance at the Guv.
Gene rolled his eyes. "You're as skittish as a virgin on her wedding night. Relax. I'm not going to bite you." Then he frowned darkly. "Since you obviously object," he added, almost to himself.
Painfully, Sam worked moisture back into his throat. "I don't," he said, voice raspy.
Gene snorted.
"Look. About what happened..."
"Oh, God. Knew you'd want to talk about it." Gene rolled his head on the seat and looked at him. "I don't want to hear it. Nothing. Keep it all to yourself, I don't care. Last night never happened, got it?"
"But..."
"Shut up unless you want to land back in hospital."
Sam sighed. Let his head fall back against the seat. Closed his eyes.
The air pushed against him.
"You kissed me back." Gene's voice was accusing. Angry.
So much for not talking. "I did."
"Then you ran. But you kissed me back."
"Guv." No. That was wrong. "Gene. It's just... I was doing your dishes."
A beat of silence. "So?"
He sounded insane. Nothing new, of course. "I did your wash over the weekend. Cleaned your house. Cooked you dinner." He swallowed. Braced himself for another punch. "And your wife just left you."
"Yeah? And the reason for reminding me of everything I just lived through is?"
Sam exhaled and opened his eyes again. He turned to face Gene. "Those were all her jobs. The cooking, the cleaning and all. And there's me doing them. And then there's you. Kissing me." He licked his lips. "You're not gay."
The silence was unbearable. The look Gene gave him... Almost made him want to leap off another building, just to get away from it.
Then, the unexpected happened.
Gene laughed.
Sam froze. This could be the kind of laugh that came just before the punch to the gut.
"You are such a little girl, Dorothy. Jesus Christ." He flicked his cigarette out the window. "However, even though you are a pretty little girl," Gene pinched his cheek, "you do lack a couple bits that would make me think you were a woman while I had my tongue down your throat."
Sam stared at him, uncomprehending.
"You've got no tits, you nonce. Flat as a washboard, you are. And unless you had a sock stuffed down your trousers, it was pretty hard to mistake what was pressing against me for anything you'd find in a woman's skirts."
Oh. "Yeah, but..."
"What happened's been a long time coming, Sammy-boy. Even she knew that."
No need to ask who she was.
"You mean... because of me?"
He got a sharp whap on the side of the head for that.
"No, moron. She left because of me. Because of Mr. Fantastic that she's taken up with. But that doesn't mean she wasn't tired of listening about all the stupid things you do every day."
"Oh." So she'd been aware... So Gene had been talking about him.
So Gene actually wanted him.
As if to prove a point, Gene put his hand on Sam's knee. Squeezed. "So."
His stomach tightened. "Still," he protested. "She just left. And I don't want... I'm willing to help you out with everything, but I don't fancy taking her place. Not anywhere."
"Sodding poof." Gene pulled away. Pulled out another cigarette. "Well," he said after taking a puff. "You wouldn't be taking her place in bed."
"What do you mean?" He was half disappointed in that; if they weren't going to sleep together...
"Did the concussion rattle any smarts you had out your brain? Thought you and your gay-boy smarts were good at reading between the fucking lines."
"Oh." He shifted. "But you're not gay."
"And you are?" Gene blew a stream of smoke out. Looked at him. "All jokes aside."
Sam swallowed. Shrugged. "I've always been flexible. Bi."
"By what?"
"Bisexual. Depending on the person, I could go either way." Although, if anyone had asked months ago if Gene could be that person, Sam would have burst a vessel laughing. "You're not, though."
He shrugged. "Maybe I'm not. Doesn't stop me from wanting you." He returned his hand to Sam's thigh. "And at least one of us knows what he's doing."
While Sam mulled it over in his mind, Gene's hand returned. This time, he trailed it up in the inside of Sam's thigh. "And all that stuff you said yesterday. About not shagging Flash Knickers anymore. Not getting involved with a subordinate."
He shifted as Gene's hand moved higher. Hot tingles were crawling over his skin, centering in his stomach. "Uh. You're not my subordinate."
Gene raised an eyebrow.
"We're not me and Annie."
"Damn right we're not." He moved in. Kissed Sam roughly. In broad daylight, in full view of anyone who might walk across the alley they were hidden in.
Sam melted. A shaky moan escaped his throat as Gene's lips trailed over his jaw. Bit into his earlobe and teased it with his teeth.
His fingers tangled in Gene's hair. Pulled him closer, mouth against stubbled cheek. A lazy heat suffused him...
There was a sudden shout across the street. The sound of glass smashing.
Sam pulled away, not far. Gene's hair still brushed against his own. "I think our villains are here."
A gunshot.
"I'm going to kill them," Gene growled.
Sam couldn't help but agree.
Author: serafina20
Rating: Brown Cortina
Pairing: Sam/Gene
Summary: Sam accidentally finds out something about the Guv. And accidents continue to happen.
Spoilers: Major for 2.08
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7
He didn't sleep that night. Couldn't. Spent the entire time staring at the ceiling, replaying the kiss over and over in his mind. Hot and aroused and utterly frustrated.
It was his own fault, of course. He'd been the one to leave. To say no and push Gene away. To run.
And now he had to face him again. This was far, far worse than when he had broken up with Annie. Annie didn't punch. Annie didn't rage.
Annie didn't control his universe the way Gene did.
Bloody hell. This was a fine mess. And who would have expected it? Who would have expected Gene homophobic straight-as-you-please man's man Hunt, to waltz into the kitchen and kiss him?
Not Sam. Not in a million years. He'd been still coming to terms with the fact he wanted Gene. That the year of yelling and fighting and exasperation and heartache wasn't just frustration from dealing with Gene and his pigheadedness, but also frustrated lust.
Lust. Attraction. Affection.
And he had to be so bloody gorgeous, too.
Aware of his feelings, though unwilling to examine them, Sam had figured he had years of suppression and frustration to look forward to.
Then Gene had walked into the kitchen and given him a kiss that curled his toes. That set him on fire and made him stupid and horny and more alive than he'd ever felt.
And then his brain had kicked in. He remember where he was and what he was doing and who he was with and it'd just been too much.
So he ran. Ran to his shabby apartment and cold bed. To broken thoughts and unrealized longing. To a voice in his head that whispered how tomorrow was going to go badly. Tomorrow would hurt and he'd been through this before. That he didn't want it, had given it all up, and why was Sam doing this to him.
A voice in his head, talking. Panicked. Steeling itself for broken bones and bright pain and lies.
Sam tried to ignore the voice, but it was impossible. The more he tried, the louder it got until it was lecturing him. Yelling. Infecting him with its panic and worry and, God, he was sounding even more insane than normal. Even to himself.
The voice kept him awake until the morning, and then all there was to do was get up and trudge to the station. Blurry eyed, half asleep, and more nervous than he'd ever been.
No use putting it off, then. Sam had to face him. The uncertainty was worse than knowing. After all, what could Gene do to him that he hadn't done before? Lock him in the boot of his car? Punch him a few times? Slam him against the wall?
He could put you in hospital. Break your wrist. Your fingers. the voice said.
"Gene's not like that," Sam said aloud.
The voice snorted.
It was only insane when you started talking back. Sam decided to ignore the voice.
He walked into the station with a single minded determination. If he passed anyone on the way, he didn't notice them. His vision was tunneled; focused. His mind in a whirl as he tried to decide which path to take. Should he walk in and pretend nothing had happened? Or should he corner Gene and try to explain?
You should march into the office and just make nice. Close the door, the blinds, and give him what he wanted last night. Maybe orgasm will keep him calm.
He ignored the suggestion.
The door loomed before him. With sweating palms, Sam reached for it.
It swung open. "Doris, glad you could join us." Gene grabbed Sam by the neck and hauled him around. "We've got a couple of lads who think they can knock over a shop on my streets."
"Guv, what...."
"We know where they're going to be, just not when. We'll take the car, park out of sight, and nab 'em when they make their move."
Sam blinked as he was propelled down the hall. "But... what about the robbery? The old lady?"
"We'll deal with that later." Gene leaned closer, mouth next to Sam's ear. "I need a victory in something, Sammy. Got it?"
His stomach tightened. "Right."
We're dead.
Gene kept his hand on Sam the entire way to the car. Steering him, guiding him. Even opened the damn door and pushed him inside.
The slam of the door was too much like a cell closing him in. When Gene got in, he took all the air. The other man didn't say anything, but pulled on his driving gloves and started the car.
"Wh... What about Ray? Chris? Where are they?" Sam made himself ask.
"Back-up," Gene said. "They'll be down the street, window shopping. You and me are going to be right across from the store in an alley. Perfect view." He smiled, hands tightening on the wheel. "Easy day, Sammy-boy. This'll be an easy nab."
They made it to the alley quickly. Gene pulled the car in place. Parked. Cracked open a window and leaned back in his seat.
Sam's head ached. His stitches were prickling from the sweat standing on his forehead. He didn't know what to do, what to say. For all he knew, this was all a ruse so Gene could beat him for the night before. For embarrassing him or leaving him or...
"Oh, for Christ's sake, Dorothy," Gene growled, digging out his fags. "Breathe all ready."
He swallowed and risked a glance at the Guv.
Gene rolled his eyes. "You're as skittish as a virgin on her wedding night. Relax. I'm not going to bite you." Then he frowned darkly. "Since you obviously object," he added, almost to himself.
Painfully, Sam worked moisture back into his throat. "I don't," he said, voice raspy.
Gene snorted.
"Look. About what happened..."
"Oh, God. Knew you'd want to talk about it." Gene rolled his head on the seat and looked at him. "I don't want to hear it. Nothing. Keep it all to yourself, I don't care. Last night never happened, got it?"
"But..."
"Shut up unless you want to land back in hospital."
Sam sighed. Let his head fall back against the seat. Closed his eyes.
The air pushed against him.
"You kissed me back." Gene's voice was accusing. Angry.
So much for not talking. "I did."
"Then you ran. But you kissed me back."
"Guv." No. That was wrong. "Gene. It's just... I was doing your dishes."
A beat of silence. "So?"
He sounded insane. Nothing new, of course. "I did your wash over the weekend. Cleaned your house. Cooked you dinner." He swallowed. Braced himself for another punch. "And your wife just left you."
"Yeah? And the reason for reminding me of everything I just lived through is?"
Sam exhaled and opened his eyes again. He turned to face Gene. "Those were all her jobs. The cooking, the cleaning and all. And there's me doing them. And then there's you. Kissing me." He licked his lips. "You're not gay."
The silence was unbearable. The look Gene gave him... Almost made him want to leap off another building, just to get away from it.
Then, the unexpected happened.
Gene laughed.
Sam froze. This could be the kind of laugh that came just before the punch to the gut.
"You are such a little girl, Dorothy. Jesus Christ." He flicked his cigarette out the window. "However, even though you are a pretty little girl," Gene pinched his cheek, "you do lack a couple bits that would make me think you were a woman while I had my tongue down your throat."
Sam stared at him, uncomprehending.
"You've got no tits, you nonce. Flat as a washboard, you are. And unless you had a sock stuffed down your trousers, it was pretty hard to mistake what was pressing against me for anything you'd find in a woman's skirts."
Oh. "Yeah, but..."
"What happened's been a long time coming, Sammy-boy. Even she knew that."
No need to ask who she was.
"You mean... because of me?"
He got a sharp whap on the side of the head for that.
"No, moron. She left because of me. Because of Mr. Fantastic that she's taken up with. But that doesn't mean she wasn't tired of listening about all the stupid things you do every day."
"Oh." So she'd been aware... So Gene had been talking about him.
So Gene actually wanted him.
As if to prove a point, Gene put his hand on Sam's knee. Squeezed. "So."
His stomach tightened. "Still," he protested. "She just left. And I don't want... I'm willing to help you out with everything, but I don't fancy taking her place. Not anywhere."
"Sodding poof." Gene pulled away. Pulled out another cigarette. "Well," he said after taking a puff. "You wouldn't be taking her place in bed."
"What do you mean?" He was half disappointed in that; if they weren't going to sleep together...
"Did the concussion rattle any smarts you had out your brain? Thought you and your gay-boy smarts were good at reading between the fucking lines."
"Oh." He shifted. "But you're not gay."
"And you are?" Gene blew a stream of smoke out. Looked at him. "All jokes aside."
Sam swallowed. Shrugged. "I've always been flexible. Bi."
"By what?"
"Bisexual. Depending on the person, I could go either way." Although, if anyone had asked months ago if Gene could be that person, Sam would have burst a vessel laughing. "You're not, though."
He shrugged. "Maybe I'm not. Doesn't stop me from wanting you." He returned his hand to Sam's thigh. "And at least one of us knows what he's doing."
While Sam mulled it over in his mind, Gene's hand returned. This time, he trailed it up in the inside of Sam's thigh. "And all that stuff you said yesterday. About not shagging Flash Knickers anymore. Not getting involved with a subordinate."
He shifted as Gene's hand moved higher. Hot tingles were crawling over his skin, centering in his stomach. "Uh. You're not my subordinate."
Gene raised an eyebrow.
"We're not me and Annie."
"Damn right we're not." He moved in. Kissed Sam roughly. In broad daylight, in full view of anyone who might walk across the alley they were hidden in.
Sam melted. A shaky moan escaped his throat as Gene's lips trailed over his jaw. Bit into his earlobe and teased it with his teeth.
His fingers tangled in Gene's hair. Pulled him closer, mouth against stubbled cheek. A lazy heat suffused him...
There was a sudden shout across the street. The sound of glass smashing.
Sam pulled away, not far. Gene's hair still brushed against his own. "I think our villains are here."
A gunshot.
"I'm going to kill them," Gene growled.
Sam couldn't help but agree.
