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Fic: Sinker - the Alternate Version

TITLE: Go Fish Part 3 – Sinker (The Alternate Ending)
AUTHOR: Andromeda
FANDOM: Life on Mars
SUMMARY: Six months later...
RATING: Brown Cortina overall.
WORD COUNT: 873 words
EMAIL: fiandyfic@livejournal.com
AUTHOR’S NOTES: The alternate ending. You might just realise why we didn't go with this one in the end. *weg* This was also written to answer the fiandyfic challenge. Many thanks to darthfi for betaing.
DISCLAIMER: Life on Mars is copyright Kudos and the BBC. All Rights Reserved. No copyright infringement is intended and no money is being made.

Sinker - Alternate Ending

Six months later

DCI Gene Hunt pushed the white-painted gate open with one foot, his hands full of carrier bags. He slowly made his way up the narrow garden path and pushed open the front door gently in the same way.

"Hi, honey! I'm home!"

A welcoming voice answered him. "I'm in the kitchen, Gene, bring the bags through, won't you love?"

Gene smiled to himself and, pushing the door to, walked down the short hallway into the kitchen and deposited the bags on the table.

His lover immediately started rifling through them. "So what have you got me this time?", pulling out a couple of mangoes and some lemongrass. "Lemongrass! Where on earth did you pick that up?"

Gene held up an admonishing finger. "Hey, hey. Aren't you forgetting something, Gladys?"

'Gladys' immediately turned round, enveloping Gene in a big hug and turned his face up to be kissed. Gene wrapped his arms around the younger man, sealing his mouth with his own.

"Sammy," groaned Gene into the kiss, crushing the smaller man against him in his embrace.

"Gene," the younger man agreed, running his hands down his lover's back and gripping his arse.

After a long moment, Sam drew back, gazing into Gene's eyes, which were deep emerald green with desire. "I need you now, Gene. Make love to me."

Gene untangled himself and nodded and Sam grinned. He turned around undoing his trousers and bracing himself on the kitchen table as Gene reached into one of the bags and pulled out a small bottle of olive oil.

He pulled Sam's trousers down his long, lithe legs and poured a little of the oil on his fingers. Warming it slightly, he ran his now slick digits down the cleft of Sam's arse, probing in deep and searching for Sam's pink rosebud.

Sam moaned deep in his throat, pushing back on the fingers, as he found his entrance, which opened up around Gene's fingers like a flower.

Gene groaned low and unzipped himself with shaking fingers, positioning himself and gently pushing home until Sam was pierced to the guts.

Sam pushed back harder, trying to take it as much of Gene's jutting manhood as possible. Soon they found a hard, fast rhythm, the bottle in the bags on the table rattling alarmingly as they worked towards their mutual satisfaction.

Gene reached down and wrapped one meaty hand around Sam's cock, pulling and tugging until they came together with a mingled howl of pleasure.

Sam rested his head on the table as Gene gently pulled out, waiting for the older man to step away before pushing up off the surface with his hands.

He grimaced and let out a whimper as his shoulder protested and Gene moved in immediately, helping Sam up and onto one of the kitchen chairs.

"Are you all right, my love?"

Sam nodded, rubbing at the offending muscle with one hand. "I'm fine, it just twinges when I do anything unusual with. Like getting royally buggered against the kitchen table."

Gene immediately felt guilty. It was his actions, after all, that had ensured Sam was in the middle of a shoot-out between the police and that scum Vic Tyler. Moreover, it was his actions that had caused Sam to be in the way of Ray's bullet. A bullet that had been meant for Vic.

Sam immediately threw his arms around Gene, hugging him tight. "Hey, you. Don't feel guilty on my part."

To his horror, Gene felt tears sliding down his face and he buried his head in Sam's chest to hide the fact.

"I nearly lost you that day. And it's all my fault that you were there!"

Sam rubbed Gene's back in small, soothing circles. "Hey. I was there because I wanted to be there."

"You were there because Jack tricked you."

"So blame Jack Evans, not yourself."

"But I was the one who got you into the whole situation in the first place."

Sam put his hands on Gene's shoulders, pushing him up off his body. He stared into Gene's water-filled eyes. "We've agreed that the whole thing was a misunderstanding, love. That you were jealous. And anyway, we'd have never caught Vic Tyler if it hadn't all happened."

"But it was my pigheadedness that kept it going so long. I should've known."

"And it was Phyllis who completely misunderstood me when I mentioned that the latest case was one gigantic clusterfuck. And, you know, it wasn't all that bad."

"It wasn't?"

"Well, I got to keep you, didn't I?"

Gene sniffled slightly and Sam gave a sappy smile.

"Now, love. Dry your eyes and get yourself a bottle of beer out of the fridge, while I have a look and see what I can rustle up for tea. We've got mangoes and I know a great Mexican recipe if you've bought us some chicken as well."

Gene wiped his eyes on his sleeve and then leaned forward and kissed Sam slowly. "I love you, honey."

"I love you too, sweetie."

As Gene got up off his knees and Sam set about making himself look presentable, Sam turned and smiled Gene.

"Don't forget that Ray and Phyllis are coming over later for a rubber of bridge."

fin

Comments

mikes_grrl
Jan. 1st, 2008 11:44 pm (UTC)
Yes, I'm sure everyone's going to wreck this one. No doubts.

;->