Chapter 6: "'Resolution' n. Solving of doubt or problem or question"
"So" Sam started, not taking his eyes off the Gov as he stood in front of him, noticing that Gene was looking at him with an emotion akin to fear visible in his eyes. "We've acknowledged the fact that whilst I could have a nice, simple uncomplicated relationship with DC Cartwright, I'd much have some disturbing, completely complicated and possibly entirely emotionally draining…" he tried to think of the right word and eventually settled on one which seemed to fit most "…thing with you, and that you're not happy with your wife. What do we do now then?" he asked the older man. Gene shuffled his feet further forwards. His heartbeat was matched beat for beat by Sam's. Sam decided to let Gene make the next move. He'd done enough tonight to allow him that right. He watched as Gene's expression flicked from uncertainty to confidence, to uncertainty and back again before he was pleasantly surprised by Gene reaching forwards and slowly wrapping his hand around the back of Sam's neck and he took another seemingly impossible step forwards, to bring them closer then they'd ever been before. Sam's gaze fell upon Gene's lips, and he saw a tiny flick of his tongue before Gene closed the gap between them entirely, and placed his mouth over Sam's. Kissing Gene Hunt wasn't what Sam had ever expected it to be like. Sam expected a bruising, commanding, killer kiss from his DCI, not a gentle, almost shy hesitant movement that gradually increased as Gene relaxed. This was how he wanted it. Gene gently ran his tongue over Sam's bottom lip before massaging his tongue with his own. Sam's arms found themselves around Gene's neck and he couldn't help the moan of pleasure that rumbled in his throat. God, he'd missed being kissed and kissing someone, he realised then. He missed this feeling of being intimate with someone. And this wasn't just anyone. This was DCI Hunt. And Sam couldn't remember ever feeling so right when it had been Maya pressed against him. Annie hadn't ever got so close. Gene eventually pulled back, in need of air. Sam smiled at him and was greeted with a smile in return.
"See" Sam said quietly then "not half as scary as you thought it would be" he was rewarded with an almost giggle like sound coming from Gene's mouth before it was one again placed over Sam's. More heated this time, Sam realised he was being walked backwards and found his back met the wall of Gene's office. He pulled back quickly and reluctantly, but with a need to say something that he couldn't resist.
"you seem to have a thing about pinning me against walls, DCI Hunt" he said, a grin on his face that told said DCI Hunt that he really had not a single problem with it. Gene laughed before dipping his head back down to kiss the area of exposed neck beneath Sam's ear, which replaced the smile on his face with a groan as Sam pulled gently at the hair at the back of Gene's head, which seemed to spur him on further. Sam had to admit, as he felt his knees nearly buckle as Gene traced a line of kisses across his jaw, that there might be something worth hanging around in 1973 for after all.
"You'll have to sort out a pay rise for whoever it is that has to clean your office. Poor woman must see some right horrors in here first thing in the morning" Sam laughed much later on that night, as he looked around at the scattered objects which had been cast aside from Gene's desk.
"Maybe later eh?" Gene smiled at him, before reaching up again and brushing his lips over Sam's, pulling his head down again and cutting off any further conversation from the younger man. Sam could only grin happily into the kiss as he tightened his hold on Gene's shoulders. Everything could wait until later. What mattered was here, now, and the man beneath him who had his legs wrapped around him kissing him as though the end of the world was coming in the morning.
The End
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