Fandom: Life on Mars
Word Count: 690 words.
Notes: Sam/Gene slash PWP.
“Could you just… twist a little to the left?” Sam asked, perspiration trickling down his neck and his brow furrowed.
“Whose left, yours or mine?” Gene grunted.
“Gene, you’re behind me, it’s the same thing.”
“So says you.”
There were days when it was like they could read each other’s minds. Gene would speed up at exactly the right moment, Sam would bend in just the right way. They operated in unison; they were synchronised.
And then there were days like this, when it was like they were on different planets. Sam was too jagged, Gene was too rough; they cocked up the timing, and that was about the only thing that was cocked.
Sam writhed. “Oh God.”
Gene propelled forward, exalted, fingers skating over Sam’s sides. “Yeah, that’s right.”
“I don’t mean it in the good way. For Christ’s sake, get off and we’ll try this differently.”
“I’m getting into it,” Gene said, thrusting again to prove the point.
“You might be, but I’m not. Shift it.”
Sam wriggled out from beneath Gene and flopped onto his back, his breath coming out in ragged bursts. He watched Gene grumble as he fisted his cock and he rolled over, shuffling forward again, palms flat against the bed sheets.
“Here, let me.”
“You sure you’re up to it?”
Sam applied more lubrication and rested one hand on Gene’s shoulder as he straddled his thighs. He held Gene’s cock upright, aimed as best he could, and let gravity do the rest. His eyelashes came fluttering against his cheeks as he rose up and worked his way back down.
“Oh yes,” he murmured, concentrating on Gene filling him with the perfect kind of friction that was sure to see him coming very soon.
Gene didn’t sound quite as pleased. “For a skinny bloke, you’re bloody heavy.”
Sam ignored him, his thighs cording as he powered up and down. It didn’t take long for him to realise Gene was softening within him. He opened his eyes and glared.
“Come on, what’s your problem? We’ve done it like this before.”
Gene sniffed indignantly. “If I had to make an educated guess, I’d say you’re cutting off my circulation.”
Sam pressed his lips together and extricated himself from Gene. He took his cock in hand and pumped him with precision, kissing him furiously. Every kiss came with a nip or a bite and he was slightly crueller than usual, his thumb skating over the top of Gene’s cock, spreading lube and precome.
“Right, we’re gonna try this again,” Sam stated when he could tell Gene was getting close. He lay on his side, looked back over his shoulder at Gene and smirked. “Assume the position.”
“Why don’t we just wank each other off? Seems the safest bet,” Gene growled, one hand rubbing under Sam’s inner thigh as he hoisted his leg up. “Better yet, wrap your pretty lips around the Gene Genie and I’m sure he’ll give you a tasty treat.”
“You don’t give up and neither do I. I’m gonna come with your cock up my arse or die trying.”
“Don’t tempt me, Tyler.”
Gene pressed in, filling Sam once more. He moved slowly, sliding in one smooth, fluid arc. Sam nodded in answer to an unspoken question, confirming that it was good. Gene drew out and then surged back in, a low noise escaping the back of his throat. He picked up pace, pressing his lips to Sam’s neck, as Sam took a firm grip on his own cock and started stroking.
Gene huffed as he matched Sam’s rhythm. “Might almost say it was worth the wait,” he ground out, fingertips gliding over soft skin.
“Keep telling you practice makes perfect, but you don’t listen,” Sam returned, driving back onto Gene’s cock. His heart hammered in his chest and he knew it would only take another couple of thrusts before he’d be insensible to everything in the world.
There was a loud banging at the door and the call of a familiar voice. “Guv, are you there? We need you. There’s been a blag down Worsley Road.”