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May 15th, 2008
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LOMFic - How Do You Want It?
 

Title: How Do You Want It?

Author: DorsetGirl

Fandom: Life on Mars

Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters or their universe. BBC/Kudos do. I’m not making any money out of this.

Rating: Brown Cortina for PWP

Pairings: Sam/Gene

Word Count: 408

A/N: Previously posted to Lifein1973; just bringing my LJ up to date. When I originally posted this, I hadn’t had an idea for any Sam/Gene for about two months and was pretty down about it. It was the longest gap in my writing since I started. This fic, and its good reception in the comm, definitely made me feel better.

 

 

How Do You Want It?

 

“Sam ... please.” Gene closed his eyes, panting. The sensations were nigh-on unbearable, he couldn’t remember in his whole life ever feeling like this before. He didn’t want it ever to stop, but he thought he might scream out in madness if it went on much longer.

 

As if sensing his dilemma, Sam spoke, softly. “So, how do you want it then, Guv? Hot and hard?”

 

He thrust twice, forcefully, and withdrew. Gene squirmed under him and groaned.

 

“Or slow, warm and gentle?”

 

Now he pushed into Gene slowly, gradually, angling himself carefully even as he reached round and ghosted his fingers over Gene’s cock.

 

“Aaaah ... “ Gene gasped, hips arching forward into the space where Sam’s hand had been.

 

“Sam, please, I need you ... ”

 

Behind him he heard Sam chuckle, a rich, warm sound that added a whole new layer of heat to the haze in his mind.

 

His hips were moving faster now, Sam moving with him as Gene thrust into aching nothingness.

 

“Sam, please please, I’ve got to ... please, just hold ..., oh God, Sam, I can’t ...”

 

At the last moment, he felt Sam’s hand curve firmly around the raw thrusting need that was his cock. Unable to control himself any longer, he thrust powerfully into Sam’s hand, conscious of nothing except the desperate need to come, the hot, hard, hurting edge of everything he was, yelling and groaning his release as he collapsed into the pillows. Sam fell with him, and they lay pressed tightly together, gasping for breath, for several minutes.

 

Eventually Sam moved, pulling gently out of Gene and climbing across to lie facing him. He pulled the covers over them and smiled as he looked into Gene’s eyes, half open and dazed with satisfaction and underlying exhaustion.

 

“You’ll have to get too tired to bother more often, Guv.” He kissed Gene’s mouth gently.

 

Gene closed his eyes and smiled. “I’ve always wondered why you get such a soppy grin on your face after I’ve done you. That was ... something else.” He opened his eyes again, serious for a moment, taking in every detail of Sam’s face.

 

“At the risk of sounding like a complete poofter...”

 

“Which you are.”

 

“Thank you, Dorothy – which I am, but at least I don’t generally sound like one – I’m glad I never let anyone do that before.”

 

He stared into Sam’s eyes for a moment. “Thank you,” he said softly.

 

 

 

 

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