Fandom: Life On Mars
Pairings: Sam/Gene, Sam/Annie
Rating: NC17
Wordcount: 650
Notes/Warnings/Spoilers: Icon Prompt from
severinne. Takes place sometime after the Life on Mars finale and before the beginning of Ashes to Ashes. References one fact revealed in Ashes to Ashes. Thanks to mad_jaks and ebineez01 for typo catches. Gene came back to CID after the wedding. He considered himself a man of strong stomach, but watching Ray and Phyllis dancing to “Congratulations” was more than he felt adequate to handle after as much champagne as he’d drunk in honour of the happy couple.
There had to be some work to do; bad guys to take down, killers, jewel thieves, two bit hustlers, but no, the criminal element of Manchester seemed inclined to take the day off to celebrate the Tyler-Cartwright nuptials.
He took a bottle from his file cabinet, filed under T for Ten Year Old, and headed down to the evidence room, pulling the tie away from his throat in one angry yank.
If any one knows of any cause or just impediment why these two persons should not be joined together in Holy Matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace.
Just cause? Gene would give them just cause all right. Because Sam Tyler was his. His DI. His mate. His partner. His….he didn’t have a word for it and he’d never say it out loud.
Annie had asked Gene to give her away…he’d give Sam away, alright, tell them all exactly what happened in this room.
Who was he kidding?
He’d watched Sam get married to his plonk and insisted on making the first toast. That’s what the Guv did. Couldn’t let anyone see how much it hurt, certainly not Tyler.
Well Tyler wasn’t here right now was he? What was that stupid song? Alone Again, Naturally.
The monkey suit was choking him, even with the tie loosened. He undid the top buttons and undid the cummerbund, finally pulling off the whole stupid jacket. He’d left the fags back in his office, but at least he could breathe now.
His trousers felt a bit on the tight side too. Maybe it had been too many pork butties since the last time he’d worn them or just too much cake at the wedding. Might as well open up a button and let things air out a bit. Not that he was planning on touching himself or anything. Just because Sam was off to Hyde or Hull or wherever the hell he was going on his honeymoon, was no reason for Gene to take out his cock, and remember exactly how it felt that first time Sam had wrapped his smooth fingers around him, with that sly smile on his face, and somehow made Gene bloody Hunt feel like a blushing virgin.
NO! He was not going to think of all the things he'd done with Sam, things that only they knew about, things that didn’t exist because no one else had heard or seen them. He wasn’t going to spit into his hand and start stroking himself, remembering the first time Sam had gone to his knees in front of him, making every professional he’d ever been with look like a rank amateur compared to what Sam could do with his mouth.
What if Sam and Annie couldn’t wait for their first shag as man and wife? Suppose they pulled over to the side of the road, Annie’s skirt pushed up so Sam could slide that long, smooth cock into her. Some PC might come over thinking there was trouble and find himself staring at Sam’s arse as he plowed into his new bride. Poor bastard would probably have to unzip and start beating his meat in long smooth strokes, matching Sam’s rhythm, wondering why he was alone with his cock in his hand while Sam was fucking Annie Cartwright, fucking her hard and deep and god it had felt so good…every…fucking...time.
Shit. Leave it to Tyler to get into Gene’s head, even when he was miles away. Gene let out a long sigh, and took a longer drink, wiping himself off with a pocket silk.
It was going to be a long two weeks.