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crack_van2009-05-13 03:23 pm
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At Round Earth's Imagined Corners by Jamie Dakin (NC-17)
Fandom: LIFE ON MARS
Pairing: Sam Tyler / Gene Hunt
Length: 2,500 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jamie_dakin
Author Website: Livejournal Fic Tag
Why this must be read:
The reason why this particular fic is special is that Jamie uses a unique style to set the mood. It's gorgeous and lyrical but it has a wonderful gritty realism to it at the same time. Be prepared for a gentle scouring as you float on the flow of words. It's also as creepy as hell. Spoilers for 2.08, warnings for explicit sex and disturbing imagery.
Gene's thin lips are drawn tightly in frustration as he struggles with the cap of the half-empty lube and Sam, though grateful because the first application is well beyond dry now, suddenly doesn't want to be doing this anymore.
He wants Gene to leave, wants Gene to be disgusted by this, by him - spread and sweating and filthy.
Wants Gene to quip, spitefully, that if he was going to do this with a subordinate it might as well have been Cartwright; sweet-smelling bright-eyed Annie who would have had the courtesy of faking at least twice by now, probably even once for real.
He doesn't want Gene to readjust aforementioned painful grip at his leg, doesn't want Gene to dip his head to press an awkwardly determined kiss to Sam's now faltering cock, chapped lips pricking at already sensitized skin while lube-slicked fingers slip into him with an obscene ease.
Doesn't want Gene to look at him like that as he licks a hot stripe up the stretch of Sam's belly.
Because it's too far into morning for this to still be ok, they've been doing this too long for this to still be ok and Sam can't help but think there is far too little drink in Gene's blood for him to be scraping his teeth at Sam's collarbone as he nudges Sam's thighs further apart.
At Round Earth's Imagined Corners
Pairing: Sam Tyler / Gene Hunt
Length: 2,500 words
Author on LJ:
jamie_dakinAuthor Website: Livejournal Fic Tag
Why this must be read:
The reason why this particular fic is special is that Jamie uses a unique style to set the mood. It's gorgeous and lyrical but it has a wonderful gritty realism to it at the same time. Be prepared for a gentle scouring as you float on the flow of words. It's also as creepy as hell. Spoilers for 2.08, warnings for explicit sex and disturbing imagery.
Gene's thin lips are drawn tightly in frustration as he struggles with the cap of the half-empty lube and Sam, though grateful because the first application is well beyond dry now, suddenly doesn't want to be doing this anymore.
He wants Gene to leave, wants Gene to be disgusted by this, by him - spread and sweating and filthy.
Wants Gene to quip, spitefully, that if he was going to do this with a subordinate it might as well have been Cartwright; sweet-smelling bright-eyed Annie who would have had the courtesy of faking at least twice by now, probably even once for real.
He doesn't want Gene to readjust aforementioned painful grip at his leg, doesn't want Gene to dip his head to press an awkwardly determined kiss to Sam's now faltering cock, chapped lips pricking at already sensitized skin while lube-slicked fingers slip into him with an obscene ease.
Doesn't want Gene to look at him like that as he licks a hot stripe up the stretch of Sam's belly.
Because it's too far into morning for this to still be ok, they've been doing this too long for this to still be ok and Sam can't help but think there is far too little drink in Gene's blood for him to be scraping his teeth at Sam's collarbone as he nudges Sam's thighs further apart.
At Round Earth's Imagined Corners