Sunrise (1/1)
Pairing: Sam/Gene
Warning: Slash
Rating: M, NC-17, really a lot...
Note: PWP
Disclaimer: Author owns nothing
Originally posted in September 2007 to LiveJournal
"That's it, my little slut." It was hot and wet and Gene was certain he had never been pushed quite so high before. Sam's responsiveness was something new to Gene and always did him in, made him feel like yelling in triumph. Carol had never reacted like this with him and certainly the prostitutes he had scratched his itch with over the years had never given him this. Strictly payback sex with the prozzies. Because they had owed him. If Gene hadn't been so close to the edge he may have found it amusing that he was aroused enough and comfortable enough with his deputy to mutter obscenities he would never have spoken to Suki or Teri or even Laurie, his most frequent bed partner. He'd pleased himself, end of story. He hadn't been expecting the ferocious pleasure to be found in bringing someone else to helpless climax. Maybe he'd been selfish.
Sam pushed up hard against him, driving him in further, the sounds coming from him letting Gene know the effect his words were having.
"Like that do you? Kinky little bitch. Tell me. Beg me."
The bed frame shook under their movements and a cup sitting on the wooden shelf crashed to the floor. Sam clutched at the metal rail, there would be no stopping Hunt now even if he chose to remain silent but he knew what his reward would be if he said it and so he willed his voice to work.
"Please." A look of pain crossed his boss's face and he stilled momentarily, breathing hard against Sam's neck, trying to pull back, hold on just a little longer. Just another few minutes would throw Sam over the edge first and he would shout Gene's name, hoarsely and passionately. There was nothing like it. Timing was crucial, wind Sam up enough and it would be ripped from him. Hearing his name on Sam's lips like that always triggered a powerful release. He had to have it.
"Please what?" A torturously slow slide into Sam's body, made all the more maddening by the way Gene was applying his weight, deliberately preventing Sam from bucking up and obtaining some relief.
His throat hurt from the gasping animalistic noises he couldn't help. He managed to swallow and speak again. "Please...don't stop...Gene...don't stop now."
His own eyes closed, Sam knew Gene was now drinking in the sight of his flushed, ecstatic face, and waiting. Waiting to deliver the final push. He opened his eyes, Gene's face came closer. It was now too close to let him see the wildness in his eyes that he loved so much but he gasped as a slick, overheated forehead touched his own and Hunt whispered "Sammy, good boy."
The endearment, coming after what had been an intensely rough session, caused violent spasms to rip through his body and he involuntarily shouted Gene's name. For a split second he wondered if he was shouting for help.
As his body cooled down and his breathing levelled out, Sam realised two things. He must have blacked out for a moment because Gene was now falling asleep beside him, one arm thrown over him, a look of smugness firmly in place despite his relaxed state. He hadn't felt Gene pull out. He realised secondly that he could barely lift his limbs. And then he knew nothing more until he felt Gene shake him back to consciousness with the sunrise.
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