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filthgoblinTitle: Why Don't You Give Your Love For Christmas?
Fandom: LIfe On Mars
Characters or Pairing: Sam/Gene
Rating: Blue Cortina (PG-13)
Word Count: 707
Summary: Sam loves Christmas Pudding...
Author's Notes: The title is the last line of the popular British Christmas tune "I Wish It Could Be Christmas Every Day" by Wizzard, which reached number 4 in the charts in 1973 (That's right, fact-fans). This was written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
candesgirl in response to her Christmas List meme and is cross-posted to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
lifein1973 and her Pervert's Corner Holiday Bash. Unbeta'd so all errors are mine alone. Merry Christmas =D
There was only so much Sam could take. After sitting opposite Gene throughout the team’s Christmas dinner in the canteen, jauntily paper-hatted and growing increasingly lecherous as the alcohol took effect, when dessert arrived Sam finally thought he might go off in his tight polyester trousers like the snap in a Christmas cracker. Elbow propped on the table as if challenging for an arm-wrestle, Gene regarded the spoon covered in the sweet remnants of Christmas pudding held up between the two of them for a long moment. Slowly, it vanished into his mouth, his lips stopping halfway up the handle, eyes half closed as he sucked and tongued the metal clean, humming with satisfaction.
Dropping the spoon back into the empty bowl with a clatter Gene answered Sam’s open-mouthed gaze with a snort. “What’s the matter, Gladys? Never seen a man enjoyin’ ‘is food before? It’d do you good to follow my example, young Sammy. Bit of meat on yer bones’d do a skinny runt like you the power of good”.
The words were lost on Sam, Gene’s voice blurring into a drone, transfixed by those sticky glistening lips. “Oi! You listenin’ to me, Tyler? Fun time’s over – there’s villains need stoppin’ from dropping down chimneys and undoing all Father Christmas’s good work!”
Gene pushed himself his chair back and stumbled as he stood. “Exactly how much whisky did you pack away?” Sam reached under the table to pull out Gene’s poorly concealed stash. The once-full bottle was two-thirds empty. “C’mon, Guv. I think the villains can wait whilst you get your legs back in your office for an hour”.
~*~
Focus was proving increasingly difficult for Sam to maintain as he tried to talk Gene out of his afternoon’s plans whilst trying not to stare at his messy, sticky mouth, lips glistening in the low light of the office. “Scumbags need to know I’m still watchin’ ‘em, even though it’s Christmas Eve” Gene fumed, eyeing the bulge in Sam’s pocket. “If you don’t give me back my car keys, there’s gonna be hell to pay, you hear me?”
“Guv, I am not letting you drive in that state”.
“Dunno what you’re talkin’ about, Sammy. That car knows its way ‘round these streets without my ‘elp anyway. I’d just be sittin’ behind the wheel”. Imagining this argument would be sufficient to persuade Sam to hand over the keys he smiled smugly and held out his hand.
“No chance, Guv. They’ll wait a couple of hours – no harm in that”.
Growling with frustration, Gene lunged, stumbling and sandwiching Sam between him and the filing cabinet. A big hand dived into Sam’s pocket, Gene rummaging briefly, fingers coming to rest on the keys. But there was something else – a Christmas gift of Sam’s own making straining against the fabric. A grin spread across Gene’s lips as he brought his face level with Sam’s. “You randy beggar!” he chortled, bringing his knee between Sam’s thighs, eyes taking in every nuance of the lustful expression that settled across Sam’s features. The air between them was charged, laced heavily with Gene’s sweet breath and flavoured with brandy along with the customary whisky.
The cracker was pulled.
A needy sound escaped Sam’s throat as he kissed Gene hard, sucking Gene’s lower lip into his mouth and running his tongue over it, seeking out traces of sweet spices. The aroma of orange and cloves filled Sam’s nose and the ghost of liquor clung to the back of his throat as their tongues met, a guttural moan from Gene pouring breath heavy with brandy sauce into Sam’s mouth.
Breathlessly, Gene placed his broad palms on each of Sam’s cheeks and pulled his face back, grinning. “See? You don’t have go to nickin’ me car keys to get me to stop ‘ere, do yer? If I’d known you’d got me a Christmas present…” a hand strayed from Sam’s face to squeeze at the bulge now radiating heat through the man-made fibres “… I’d never’ve suggested goin’ out in the first place.” Eyes half-closed, Sam writhed in Gene’s hand.
“So…” started Gene, waiting for Sam’s eyes to focus on him again. “Do I get to open it now, or you gonna make me wait 'til Christmas mornin’?”
Fandom: LIfe On Mars
Characters or Pairing: Sam/Gene
Rating: Blue Cortina (PG-13)
Word Count: 707
Summary: Sam loves Christmas Pudding...
Author's Notes: The title is the last line of the popular British Christmas tune "I Wish It Could Be Christmas Every Day" by Wizzard, which reached number 4 in the charts in 1973 (That's right, fact-fans). This was written for
candesgirl in response to her Christmas List meme and is cross-posted to lifein1973 and her Pervert's Corner Holiday Bash. Unbeta'd so all errors are mine alone. Merry Christmas =DThere was only so much Sam could take. After sitting opposite Gene throughout the team’s Christmas dinner in the canteen, jauntily paper-hatted and growing increasingly lecherous as the alcohol took effect, when dessert arrived Sam finally thought he might go off in his tight polyester trousers like the snap in a Christmas cracker. Elbow propped on the table as if challenging for an arm-wrestle, Gene regarded the spoon covered in the sweet remnants of Christmas pudding held up between the two of them for a long moment. Slowly, it vanished into his mouth, his lips stopping halfway up the handle, eyes half closed as he sucked and tongued the metal clean, humming with satisfaction.
Dropping the spoon back into the empty bowl with a clatter Gene answered Sam’s open-mouthed gaze with a snort. “What’s the matter, Gladys? Never seen a man enjoyin’ ‘is food before? It’d do you good to follow my example, young Sammy. Bit of meat on yer bones’d do a skinny runt like you the power of good”.
The words were lost on Sam, Gene’s voice blurring into a drone, transfixed by those sticky glistening lips. “Oi! You listenin’ to me, Tyler? Fun time’s over – there’s villains need stoppin’ from dropping down chimneys and undoing all Father Christmas’s good work!”
Gene pushed himself his chair back and stumbled as he stood. “Exactly how much whisky did you pack away?” Sam reached under the table to pull out Gene’s poorly concealed stash. The once-full bottle was two-thirds empty. “C’mon, Guv. I think the villains can wait whilst you get your legs back in your office for an hour”.
~*~
Focus was proving increasingly difficult for Sam to maintain as he tried to talk Gene out of his afternoon’s plans whilst trying not to stare at his messy, sticky mouth, lips glistening in the low light of the office. “Scumbags need to know I’m still watchin’ ‘em, even though it’s Christmas Eve” Gene fumed, eyeing the bulge in Sam’s pocket. “If you don’t give me back my car keys, there’s gonna be hell to pay, you hear me?”
“Guv, I am not letting you drive in that state”.
“Dunno what you’re talkin’ about, Sammy. That car knows its way ‘round these streets without my ‘elp anyway. I’d just be sittin’ behind the wheel”. Imagining this argument would be sufficient to persuade Sam to hand over the keys he smiled smugly and held out his hand.
“No chance, Guv. They’ll wait a couple of hours – no harm in that”.
Growling with frustration, Gene lunged, stumbling and sandwiching Sam between him and the filing cabinet. A big hand dived into Sam’s pocket, Gene rummaging briefly, fingers coming to rest on the keys. But there was something else – a Christmas gift of Sam’s own making straining against the fabric. A grin spread across Gene’s lips as he brought his face level with Sam’s. “You randy beggar!” he chortled, bringing his knee between Sam’s thighs, eyes taking in every nuance of the lustful expression that settled across Sam’s features. The air between them was charged, laced heavily with Gene’s sweet breath and flavoured with brandy along with the customary whisky.
The cracker was pulled.
A needy sound escaped Sam’s throat as he kissed Gene hard, sucking Gene’s lower lip into his mouth and running his tongue over it, seeking out traces of sweet spices. The aroma of orange and cloves filled Sam’s nose and the ghost of liquor clung to the back of his throat as their tongues met, a guttural moan from Gene pouring breath heavy with brandy sauce into Sam’s mouth.
Breathlessly, Gene placed his broad palms on each of Sam’s cheeks and pulled his face back, grinning. “See? You don’t have go to nickin’ me car keys to get me to stop ‘ere, do yer? If I’d known you’d got me a Christmas present…” a hand strayed from Sam’s face to squeeze at the bulge now radiating heat through the man-made fibres “… I’d never’ve suggested goin’ out in the first place.” Eyes half-closed, Sam writhed in Gene’s hand.
“So…” started Gene, waiting for Sam’s eyes to focus on him again. “Do I get to open it now, or you gonna make me wait 'til Christmas mornin’?”
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Date: 2008-12-23 02:49 pm (UTC)I think you're in my brain.
Please stay around and write more hot fics like this and the last one with simm/tennant XD PLEASE!!
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Date: 2008-12-23 06:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-24 01:39 am (UTC)Ooooh? *is intrigued* I will keep careful watch of this space...
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Date: 2008-12-23 03:14 pm (UTC)I don't think Sam has a "Do not open until 25 Dec." tag on his person. Go ahead, Gene.
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Date: 2008-12-23 06:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-23 03:17 pm (UTC)brilliant!
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Date: 2008-12-23 04:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-23 03:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-23 04:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-23 09:48 pm (UTC)BTW, your Gene...dead on perfect. I love it!!!
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Date: 2008-12-23 11:03 pm (UTC)I'm glad you liked it. I was worried I wouldn't get to write it in time for you after I promised back in November on your Christmas wishlist but Gene seized my mind, took control of my fingers and insisted this got written this afternoon *grins*
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Date: 2008-12-23 11:11 pm (UTC)xx
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Date: 2008-12-24 01:32 am (UTC)This was very nice and the cracker usage excellent. Thank you for this and Merry HoHo! :)
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Date: 2008-12-24 11:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-24 06:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-24 11:06 am (UTC)Thanks for commenting. Glad you enjoyed it!
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Date: 2008-12-24 06:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-24 07:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-28 11:09 pm (UTC)Nice, hot, and funny fic.
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Date: 2008-12-29 10:21 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading :)
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Date: 2008-12-29 10:23 pm (UTC)