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May 16th, 2008
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LOMFic - Wine and Candles Part 4

Title: Wine and Candles (4/4)

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: Maybe Brown Cortina

Word Count: 650

Pairing: Sam/Gene

Spoilers: None.

Summary: In a shocking reversal of form, Sam’s ready to go but Gene wants to talk about it first.

Author’s Note: A short chapter. When this was originally posted to Lifein1973 I’d had it waiting for over a week and I still couldn’t get them to dessert. I just could not get Gene to go there without having this conversation first, and he has stepped way out of character in my opinion. Not beta’d. Apologies for the sugar content.

 

Part 1   Part 2   Part 3

 

 

Wine and Candles, Part 4

 

Gene knew he couldn’t continue to play this so slowly if he wanted to stay in control, but he still wasn’t sure how far to take things this first time. Meanwhile, Sam wasn’t the sort to lie passively waiting while he thought about it.

 

That tickled his sense of humour and he nearly choked himself trying not to laugh out loud at the idea of Sam Tyler passively waiting and Gene Hunt trying to analyse things.

 

Still smiling to himself, he leaned forward to undo Sam’s trousers.

 

 

Sam almost sighed in relief. He’d been going mad trying to work out what Gene wanted. Well, it was obvious what Gene wanted, but how he wanted it was a different question, and one which Sam didn’t have the answer to. He’d stayed still as long as he could bear while Gene looked at him, and he had to admit, he’d enjoyed that.

 

The hot green eyes devouring his body had heated him too, and minute by minute he’d felt himself getting harder, but still he’d waited for Gene to make a move.

 

Like he hadn’t been waiting for months already.

 

Then the memory of Gene trying to pull in his stomach muscles made him smile, and he looked up. Just for a moment there, he’d seen uncertainty. Vulnerability, well covered. He leaned forward, one hand loosening his trouser button and the other reaching for Gene’s.

 

To stop himself simply staring in fascination he moved forward into a kiss as he got his fingers inside Gene’s waistband. He couldn’t tell whether the sudden flinch was arousal or Gene being ticklish. Or maybe it was the “could be fitter” thing again. It wasn’t easy concentrating on kissing and fumbling at the same time; perhaps he was out of practice after all.

 

Popping the button finally, he dragged Gene’s zipper down and reached gently inside his pants. Oh, Jesus, Gene was big. He was also ready and he gasped as Sam wrapped his hand around his cock and started to stroke. Kneeling on the bed facing Gene, he started to move with him. As he pushed himself harder against Gene, his vision blurred and he started to move faster.

 

Suddenly he was shoved away, a hand on his chest forcing him down onto his back. He looked up at Gene in surprise, not sure what he’d done wrong.

 

* * *

 

“No,” Gene said. His face was flushed and his chest was moving with his gasps as he tried to control his breathing.

 

“No. Not like this. I want...” His fists were clenched and digging into his thighs.

 

“I want to ... love you. Not just sex. I want to hold you and look after you and keep you warm and...cherish you.” He laughed at the expression on Sam’s face, then leaned over. Pulling open the waistband of Sam’s pants he placed the lightest kiss at the base of Sam’s erection, nose rubbing gently on the underside. Working his way gently up to the head, he moved his lips to Sam’s stomach and continued upwards.

 

“Love, Sam. Best word in the language, and not used enough.” He grinned. “Didn’t expect that, did you, Mastermind? You thought the Gene Genie was just using a line to get you into bed. Well, I don’t do that, Sam. Not any more. Seen enough neat little arses to last me a lifetime, thank you.”

 

Sam looked puzzled and a little affronted at that.

 

“It’s you I want, Sam, not just your arse, delightful though it is. I’m old enough, I’ve seen enough, it’s time to look forward now, and I don’t want to be a lonely old wanker sitting on park benches when I retire.”

 

Sam was looking at him in shock and something else he couldn’t quite identify, the little bugger had such a variety of clever looks. It definitely wasn’t pity or disgust though, so he carried on.

 

“So. Proposal. Although not marriage, obviously.”

 

Sam jerked himself upright, then at Gene’s look allowed himself to fall back onto his elbows.

 

“I’ve been waiting too long to be coy about this now, Sam. Will you have me? I mean - to be together, just you and me, not looking at anyone else, as long as we both want to?”

 

He crossed his fingers behind his back and waited for the cogs to turn. Finally, Sam spoke.

 

 “I’ve already said ‘I will’ Gene. I meant that.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A/N: When this was originally posted, there were a number of calls for dessert. Now I'm in the middle of the Survival series it’s a little tricky to know whether I can revisit this one successfully, but I hope to one day. There’s nothing to stop this being in the same universe as Survival, come to think.

 
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