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Title: Tactical Manouvers
Author: Fanfic_whore
Pairing: Sam/Gene
Rating: White Cortina
Word Count: 441
Summary: Sam tries out a new tactic
A/N: Brief bit of randomness…do enjoy!
Tactical Manouvers
“Let me go or you’ll regret it,” Sam warns, his eyes glinting.
From behind Sam can hear someone scoff and he’d put good money on the fact it was Ray. Gene merely raises an eyebrow and shakes him for emphasis.
“I mean it,” Sam tells him again.
“What you going to do, recite procedure and bore me to death?” Gene demands, playing to the gallery as the expected titter ripples around the room.
“No,” Sam tells him, his voice low and even, or as low and even as it can be when the air to his lungs is severely restricted.
“So what then, Tyler,” Gene demands and then somehow regrets it because beneath him Sam can barely suppress a smirk and the fingers drawing tiny little circles across his chest tell him exactly what Sam’s going to do.
Gene’s eyes widen and then narrow. Sam’s smirk grows wider. God he loves this. Loves the confusion and fear edging into Gene’s gaze. Adores the fact that Gene doesn’t know, can’t know, how far he’s going to push this.
“They’re watching Gene,” Sam mutters.
Gene’s eyes suddenly clear. “Hmm, tough choice you leave me with here Sam, look like a right nonce cos I let you go, or let you make a complete plonker out of yourself? I think I’ll go with the one where you look like a complete plonker.”
But his words don’t seem to have the desired effect because Sam’s smirk doesn’t lessen.
“Sure?” he asks, “cos they’ve been watching us glare and smirk and whisper to each other for the last thirty seconds and believe me Ray’s beginning to really stare. Even Chris has woken up to the fact that this is bit unusual.”
“Fuck you Tyler,” Gene growls and those fingers are still grazing at his chest.
Sam shrugs and then kisses him. And he’s actually so stunned that just for half a second Gene grips him tightly, pulling Sam toward him before pushing him away with all the grace and force of a drunk warthog, wiping at his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt.
And fuck me if Sam isn’t actually licking his lips. The smarmy little git.
The room around them is twice as silent and grave and there’s not a closed mouth in the place.
“Fly catching are we?” Gene asks as he ambles toward his office.
His words have no effect.
Pausing by his door he glances around at his team and claps his hands loudly, “Bloody hell you’d think you’d never seen two blokes kissing before, now piss off and nab me some villains.”
And it’s almost a miracle. But they do.
Author: Fanfic_whore
Pairing: Sam/Gene
Rating: White Cortina
Word Count: 441
Summary: Sam tries out a new tactic
A/N: Brief bit of randomness…do enjoy!
Tactical Manouvers
“Let me go or you’ll regret it,” Sam warns, his eyes glinting.
From behind Sam can hear someone scoff and he’d put good money on the fact it was Ray. Gene merely raises an eyebrow and shakes him for emphasis.
“I mean it,” Sam tells him again.
“What you going to do, recite procedure and bore me to death?” Gene demands, playing to the gallery as the expected titter ripples around the room.
“No,” Sam tells him, his voice low and even, or as low and even as it can be when the air to his lungs is severely restricted.
“So what then, Tyler,” Gene demands and then somehow regrets it because beneath him Sam can barely suppress a smirk and the fingers drawing tiny little circles across his chest tell him exactly what Sam’s going to do.
Gene’s eyes widen and then narrow. Sam’s smirk grows wider. God he loves this. Loves the confusion and fear edging into Gene’s gaze. Adores the fact that Gene doesn’t know, can’t know, how far he’s going to push this.
“They’re watching Gene,” Sam mutters.
Gene’s eyes suddenly clear. “Hmm, tough choice you leave me with here Sam, look like a right nonce cos I let you go, or let you make a complete plonker out of yourself? I think I’ll go with the one where you look like a complete plonker.”
But his words don’t seem to have the desired effect because Sam’s smirk doesn’t lessen.
“Sure?” he asks, “cos they’ve been watching us glare and smirk and whisper to each other for the last thirty seconds and believe me Ray’s beginning to really stare. Even Chris has woken up to the fact that this is bit unusual.”
“Fuck you Tyler,” Gene growls and those fingers are still grazing at his chest.
Sam shrugs and then kisses him. And he’s actually so stunned that just for half a second Gene grips him tightly, pulling Sam toward him before pushing him away with all the grace and force of a drunk warthog, wiping at his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt.
And fuck me if Sam isn’t actually licking his lips. The smarmy little git.
The room around them is twice as silent and grave and there’s not a closed mouth in the place.
“Fly catching are we?” Gene asks as he ambles toward his office.
His words have no effect.
Pausing by his door he glances around at his team and claps his hands loudly, “Bloody hell you’d think you’d never seen two blokes kissing before, now piss off and nab me some villains.”
And it’s almost a miracle. But they do.