There are so many things I'm trying not to think about just now, that I'm finding it impossible to settle to anything at all, including writing. Which makes having discovered flashslash a total life-saver, because I really need to write at the moment. Anyway, yet another miniature stress-relief fic, written for Flashslash prompt 80.
Prompt: morning reply fascination come
Sam wakes up every morning, fascination renewed as he looks at Gene sprawled out beside him.
Every night this man makes him come like he’s never come before; every night this man makes him groan and beg and clench every muscle he has to stop from weeping with joy and fear.
And every night he asks Gene what’s so special about the two of them and every night Gene refuses to reply.
“If you can’t see it, Sam, you won’t understand if I tell you. You have to see it for yourself, feel it for yourself.”
And every night Sam smiles weakly, and backs off again. He doesn’t want to spoil what they have with his incessant need for order and explanation; he doesn’t want to provoke Gene into doing something he’ll regret for ever more.
So every morning he lies quietly, watching Gene sleep the sleep of the righteous, deserved or not.
And every morning he shuts his eyes quickly as Gene stirs, unwilling to be caught staring at the man. Because all the power he has, he thinks, is in his mystery and oddness. If Gene realises he’s just an ordinary man, and one who would do anything he asks, then it’s all gone.
* * *
Gene wakes up every morning to a sudden breath from Sam; to a sudden flinch of the eye muscles as the man pretends yet again to be asleep. It doesn’t worry Gene – he’ll get to the bottom of it one day. For now he just blesses the fact that this man was sent to his department, a birthday present such as he’d never dreamed of.
He turns over, rolling towards Sam in the warm morning sunshine and slides an arm gently under the covers. “Sam, love?” he murmurs. “You awake in there?” Too late, he realises his mistake. He’s been biting back the word for weeks, afraid to show his hand too clearly and have Sam laugh in his face.
Sam’s eyes open wide and a smile moves across his face. “Always, love. Every morning.”