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[alwaystheguv]

One of the many many pluses of being the big time boss and all round king of the jungle was that not only did Gene get to work from home if he had a big case that required work and brain storming but he could also rope Sam into doing his work. While Sam was a copper in his own right and technically senior enough that he didn't have to do Gene's

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[hydeforareason]

Sam had just gotten in, kicked off his shoes and shrugged out of his jacket when he saw the mess on the floor. Gene Hunt. God, the man did his head in! How could anyone work like this? How could anyone get passed the piles without stepping on them or kicking them over? Sam shifted the paper bag containing their take away dinner on his hip and headed through the flat to the kitchen. He frowned at the other man

[hydeforareason]

It hadn't just been his sock drawer. Sammy had always rearranged the wadrobe so that pants hung together beside shirts, short sleeves first, long second. And then there was th homework that had to be filed and -- Sam did it to himself. He made the mess himself. And now he was doomed to spend the next twenty years as he had spent the last

[hydeforareason]

Sam didn't care. He'd never strayed after all this time - though God, sometimes he wanted to so badly just to find out what being with a woman was like or if a guy at a club he and Gene would hang out at in their twenties was as good as the whispers said he was. Sometimes he had emotional affairs at college, but his heart and his body had always been Gene's. Sammy didn't even find that odd

[hydeforareason]

"You're being a child," Gene remarked casually before he felt his phone buzz. Frowning, he looked it over before tucking it away safely. "They found new information in my case, gotta go into work and fill in some forms just to get the bloody stuff. It'd be so much easier if I could just take it, this is why we never get anything done

[hydeforareason]

Gene was already passed out by the time Sam had finished and he snored his head off all through the night. The next morning was... bumpy. It took Gene a while to adjust his eyesight and resist the urge to throw up but fortunately, he'd learned many a cure for a hang over. A load of bacon and a small sip of scotch

[alwaystheguv]

"I'm going in, you div," Gene said without even bothering to look up from his phone, carefully typing out a message the best he could. "I took paracetamol, ibprofen, bacon sandwich and the hair of the dog."

He knew Sam was getting cranky over having to cover for him so he'd bare the headache, spend the next week sober and hopefully Sammy would get over his sudden grudge.

His headache would hopefully go soon or he'd be spending his word day locked in his office. Finally sending the text, Gene shoved the phone into his pocket and rolled off the sofa, heading to bedroom to track down his jacket.

"Oh, Sam? That was Peter, I think he meant to text you because I certainly am not his 'little kitten'... Blimey, I don't want to know."

[hydeforareason]

Sam pinched the bridge of his nose and rubbed a hand down his face. "His little...Jesus." Sam snatched his mobile and fired off a text to his mate.

Peter, I'm not a kitten.
Gene's drunk. Again.
Free to come up tonight?

He was unimpressed with Gene right now, so much so that he wanted to get out of their flat that night. Peter was always good for a laugh. They had a good time at clubs even if he was invariably left for some woman or other.

But it was fun for awhile.

"I really hate that you know. That kitten business."

[alwaystheguv]

While Gene redressed into something fresher and shoving a bunch of rubbish into his briefcase so he looked like he knew what he was doing. Really, it was full of food, booze, fags and one of Ray's nude-y mags that he'd confiscated.

You are my kitten!
My Sammy cat.
And I'm in town,
I'll pop by tonight
Hang in there! xxxx

Gene grabbed his car keys and whistled, gesturing for Sam to follow along, knowing they'd both be late if Sam didn't move his ass and get downstairs soon.

"Tell Carlisle he texts like a bloody bird."