Chapter One – A Night Together (Posted May 31st 2010)

AUTHOR'S NOTE: ok, this is a little thing that I wrote up just because I couldn't stop thinking about it. It has become an obsession. It's probably been done a thousand times, maybe even a million, but I had to type it. And then I thought that, since it was already typed, I might as well just upload it and see what you think. It doesn't take place in any particular time within Life On Mars, it could fit almost anywhere. Let me know what you think. Just a little warning though, this is the first time I am ever writing anything like this, so do forgive me if I fail epically.

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After Sam messed with the lock on the door to his flat, he and Gene tumbled inside. They had just come from the pub and were straight up drunk. Sam wasn't as pissed as Gene, but neither were sober enough to notice that.

"Why'd you want to come here?" Sam asked, a week slur in his voice.

"The missus is mad that I spend so much time at work. So she told me not to come home for a while." Gene answered after a few attempts.

"You want to stay here?" Sam asked, confused.

"Yep." Gene said, falling onto the cot.

"Make yourself comfortable, Guv." Sam said as sarcastically as was possible in his condition. He sat on his chair and leaned back, letting his head roll back and forth as it hung over the edge.

"What you doin' over there?" asked Gene, sitting up a little.

"You've occupied my bed. And I don't feel like starting any kind of 'fairy' or 'puff' argument so I just went straight for the chair. Go to sleep, we've work in the morning."

"No." Gene said, scrunching up his face like he always did when he wanted his way. "Can't believe you still talk like that when you're pissed. You're no fun."

"Go. To. Sleep." Sam said, slouching further into the chair.

"No. Not until you come over here."

"Why should I?"

"Because you want to."

Sam hesitated a second, trying to figure out just what Gene meant by this. When he couldn't work it out for himself, he asked, "What?"

"Don't play dumb. Just come here."

Sam put on a cautious face and stood up too fast, causing a small, quick pain to throb through his head. He put his hand to his forehead and walked over to his bed and sat on the edge, next to Gene.

"What do you want?" Sam asked angrily.

"I told you not to play dumb. It's clear you want me, I always catch you staring at me in the office, and you follow me around like a pet."

"Do not." Sam grumbled.

"Do not what? You don't want me or you don't stalk me?" Gene brought his face close to Sam's. Sam could smell the alcohol on his breath mixing with the scent he always smelled on Gene.

"Uummm..." Sam tried to think of a competent response, but could not come up with a single one. Every time he got an idea of something to say, it was not about not wanting anything...

Gene closed the distance between their faces and kissed Sam hotly on the lips. He roughly shoved his hand over Sam's crotch, causing him to give a little cry and break the kiss.

"Gene," he started with short breath, "you're drunk. You don't want to do this. You won't even remember it when you wake up tomorrow..."

"So?" Gene said, unzipping Sam's denims. "Does that matter? I know you want me, and right now I want you, so... what's the problem?"

"The problem is I don't want things to be awkward at the office or anything like that. I know you don't want this, it doesn't matter what I want. I may be drunk, but I can't take advantage of you like that."

"So you admit you want me then?" Gene said, acting more sober than he'd been before.

"I thought you said it was obvious? I tried to hide it, but I'm a pretty bad actor so..."

"Shut up, you fairy. You've done a lot for our team here. And even though I hate pretty much everything you do at the station, you've managed to earn my respect. And I haven't been laid in a while, so let's get on with it." He stopped talking and, when Sam opened his mouth to protest, Gene cupped his hand over his DI's mouth in an effort to silence him.

Gene unbuttoned Sam's pants and pulled the down to his knees. "Boxers," he commented on the short, white boxers separating him and Sam, "thought you'd be the tighty-whitey type, Sammy boy." He pressed his free hand against the growing bulge and sam flung his head back at the sensation.

Gene pulled his hand off Sam's face and used it to pull the boxers down. As he used both hands to grasp Sam's cock, Sam was overwhelmed by the situation. Even drunk he couldn't believe that he'd be doing... this with Gene. Sure, he'd always been attracted to the man, ever since he first started working with him, but he never really knew why... until now.

It wasn't that DCI Hunt was particularly good-looking, it was just pure hormones. There was just something about him. He was pure sex... tons of raw, animalistic, break-the-bed sex was pouring out the man every second, and Sam couldn't help but notice.

As Gene was busy handling Sam's raging erection, Sam was thinking about what was really happening. Of course he knew that tomorrow, Gene would either forget this whole thing, or pretend it never happened. Either way it wouldn't go past tonight. They might talk about it once, just to clear things up, but that'll be the end of it.

Sam was brought back to what was happening when he felt his cock pulled into Gene's mouth. "Aaah, Gene..." he moaned, twisting his fingers into the Gene's soft, shaggy hair.

He could feel hands ghosting around his ankles, up his calves, against his inner thighs, and all over his torso. He could feel he was close to the edge. It wasn't going to last long, especially with those grunting and slurping noises Gene was making as he sucked and licked and kissed.

"Gene... this is... you are... oh, Gene..." he heaved as he felt himself drawing nearer, and nearer, until he cried out violently and let off into Gene's mouth.

Gene swallowed every drop, and kept sucking to prolong Sam's pleasure as long as he could. When Sam finally stopped shuddering and convulsing, Gene pulled Sam's boxers back up to where they had been before all this.

Sam watched as his jeans were pulled the rest of the way off his legs, and the light covers were draped over him. He felt Gene stretch out beside him and turned over to face him.

"That's it?" Sam asked quietly.

"For now." Gene huffed. "I'm bloody pissed and tired. Don't worry, you'll pay me back." Almost before he finished his sentence Gene was asleep.

Sam tried not to think about tomorrow. He tried to relish the moment, to be happy about what had just happened. But he could help but wonder what might happen after they both wake up. He wonders what will happen when they're sober. He didn't want this to be a once-and-done kind of thing. The truth was, regardless of how bastardly and yet amazingly sexy Gene Hunt was, Sam really did like him.

But he couldn't think for too long, because soon he too was drifting off into sleep. And his final thought was what would happen when they wake up... in bed... together.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: ok, so that's the first chapter. It really doesn't need a second chapter, so if this is terrible I can just scrap the whole thing. I don't want to write a really long and in-depth story because these characters are harder to understand than the ones I've been writing about in my Doctor Who fic, and I can barely pull that off. I just wanted something more sexual in nature, no lovey-dovey crap, because this is fiction and I can do that :) Just tell me what you think. If it's really bad, I want to know so I can try to improve. And if you like it, it would be nice to hear what you liked about it. Thanks :D