#15-Dirty Little Secret, SamxSpike, Rated M
Title: Dirty Little Secrets
Author: darkseeradept
Characters: Sam, Spike
Word Count: 615
Rating: M
Prompt: #15 Secret
Warning: Slash, Sexual implications
Spoilers:
Summary: “The sniper was pretty sure he knew most of Spikes dirty little secrets… he was, after all, one of them.”
Disclaimer: Don’t own flashpoint… If I did… well… the world would end.
Authors Note: Still trying and failing my best at this HTLM stuff... >_> Hope you enjoy this little ficlet...
It was a trust exercise. That’s what Greg had called it when he slid a piece of paper and pencil in front of each of them. All you had to do was sit down at a table in a circle, write a secret on the paper in front of you and pass it to the person to your left. It could be a big secret, a little secret, but the only trick was it had to be something the person already didn’t know about you.
Sam winced as he looked at the Sergeant to his left. What the hell could he tell his boss that the man hadn’t already figured out himself? Casting a quick glance to his right side he saw Spike hunched over his piece of paper a wicked smirk on his face. And what the hell could Spike tell him that he didn’t already know? The sniper was pretty sure he knew most of Spikes dirty little secrets… he was, after all, one of them.
Glancing around the table his eyes fell on the lone woman of the SRU. Ah, there was one that Greg wouldn’t be expecting. Scratching four words onto the paper Sam folded it in half and waited for the others to finish. When they did, everyone passed their notes at the same time but before anyone could open them the lead negotiator gave them an ultimatum. Open it now and read it in your head. Open it later when no one was around and keep it to yourself. Or put it in your pocket and wash it so no one else, including yourself, would ever read it.
Everyone exchanged looks as Greg got to his feet leaving the room, letting each person decide on their own. Stopping next to Kira’s desk the bald man flipped open the folded paper containing Sam’s secret and felt his eyebrows rise at the simple phrase. ‘Never slept with Jules.’
~
Sam plopped down on his couch as Spike headed for the shower. He watched the mans retreating back with a smirk before pulling his paper out from his pocket. Flattening it out on his knee Sam felt his cheeks burn as he read through what Spike had wrote.
‘I love it when you let me take control. Kissing you, pressing you down into the mattress, hearing my name escape your swollen lips when you finally break and let out all the noises I love to hear. I love how your voice cracks when the pleasure gets to be too much for you to take. The way you beg me to hurry up in that strained tone you use; the dark shade of blue your eyes turn when your head falls back. I love that your stubborn, trying to set the pace when I’ve got control over you,, That your whole body tightens when I hit that sweet spot inside of you. When my name leaves your lips as I bite into your skin-’
The blonde swallowed thickly getting up from the couch and sweeping over to the bathroom. He could hear the water running, but when Sam burst into the room he saw Spike leaning against the counter, shirtless and the top button of his jeans undone, looking like sex incarnate. Sam held up the paper as he slowly walked into the room, towards that Cheshire cat grin and the dark eyes that seemed to steal all his breath away. “Nice secret.” His voice was thick as he spoke.
Hooking his fingers in the front belt loop of Sam’s jeans, the Italian pulled the blonde flush against him, his smirk widening at the gasp that left the younger man. “Yes, you are.”
Author: darkseeradept
Characters: Sam, Spike
Word Count: 615
Rating: M
Prompt: #15 Secret
Warning: Slash, Sexual implications
Spoilers:
Summary: “The sniper was pretty sure he knew most of Spikes dirty little secrets… he was, after all, one of them.”
Disclaimer: Don’t own flashpoint… If I did… well… the world would end.
Authors Note: Still trying and failing my best at this HTLM stuff... >_> Hope you enjoy this little ficlet...
It was a trust exercise. That’s what Greg had called it when he slid a piece of paper and pencil in front of each of them. All you had to do was sit down at a table in a circle, write a secret on the paper in front of you and pass it to the person to your left. It could be a big secret, a little secret, but the only trick was it had to be something the person already didn’t know about you.
Sam winced as he looked at the Sergeant to his left. What the hell could he tell his boss that the man hadn’t already figured out himself? Casting a quick glance to his right side he saw Spike hunched over his piece of paper a wicked smirk on his face. And what the hell could Spike tell him that he didn’t already know? The sniper was pretty sure he knew most of Spikes dirty little secrets… he was, after all, one of them.
Glancing around the table his eyes fell on the lone woman of the SRU. Ah, there was one that Greg wouldn’t be expecting. Scratching four words onto the paper Sam folded it in half and waited for the others to finish. When they did, everyone passed their notes at the same time but before anyone could open them the lead negotiator gave them an ultimatum. Open it now and read it in your head. Open it later when no one was around and keep it to yourself. Or put it in your pocket and wash it so no one else, including yourself, would ever read it.
Everyone exchanged looks as Greg got to his feet leaving the room, letting each person decide on their own. Stopping next to Kira’s desk the bald man flipped open the folded paper containing Sam’s secret and felt his eyebrows rise at the simple phrase. ‘Never slept with Jules.’
~
Sam plopped down on his couch as Spike headed for the shower. He watched the mans retreating back with a smirk before pulling his paper out from his pocket. Flattening it out on his knee Sam felt his cheeks burn as he read through what Spike had wrote.
‘I love it when you let me take control. Kissing you, pressing you down into the mattress, hearing my name escape your swollen lips when you finally break and let out all the noises I love to hear. I love how your voice cracks when the pleasure gets to be too much for you to take. The way you beg me to hurry up in that strained tone you use; the dark shade of blue your eyes turn when your head falls back. I love that your stubborn, trying to set the pace when I’ve got control over you,, That your whole body tightens when I hit that sweet spot inside of you. When my name leaves your lips as I bite into your skin-’
The blonde swallowed thickly getting up from the couch and sweeping over to the bathroom. He could hear the water running, but when Sam burst into the room he saw Spike leaning against the counter, shirtless and the top button of his jeans undone, looking like sex incarnate. Sam held up the paper as he slowly walked into the room, towards that Cheshire cat grin and the dark eyes that seemed to steal all his breath away. “Nice secret.” His voice was thick as he spoke.
Hooking his fingers in the front belt loop of Sam’s jeans, the Italian pulled the blonde flush against him, his smirk widening at the gasp that left the younger man. “Yes, you are.”