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| What Goes Around...; And old enemy returns to haunt Sam... | |
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| Topic Started: Mar 10 2015, 01:35 PM (5,371 Views) | |
| Sam Tyler | Mar 10 2015, 01:35 PM Post #1 |
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*It's been a month now since Sam made his decision and took a leap of faith into this world that had grown onto him without him even realising it at first. And within that month, not much has changed. Work is still exhausting and, at times, outrageous - you wouldn't believe the standards that weren't existant at the time - his work colleagues are still exhausting and, at times, outrageous (when will Ray ever learn that fart jokes are not funny), and most of all, his superior is still majorly exhausting, and nearly always outrageous. Period. But Sam wouldn't want to have it any other way. ... well. There is that small matter of him finding himself more and more attracted to his DCI, the more time passes, and it's starting to become a problem. Sometimes, Sam finds himself daydreaming about confronting Gene in Lost and Found, pushing right into his personal space, grabbing his tie, and................. But it can't happen, can it. Not with this man, not in this time. He's becoming a little desperate though, to be honest. He's even found himself eyeing the entrance to Canal Street at times, but so far hasn't had the courage to actually go there. Hell, he isn't even gay. Is he? It's hard to tell. The fact is, things haven't worked out with Annie (maybe it's part of his mystery being gone? But no, Annie isn't that type, surely), though they're still friends, so now there is nothing standing in between Sam and Gene anymore. Except for Gene himself, of course. Sam sighs, taken the steps up to the station. Another day, another endless set of hours of fighting, bringing peace to the city, and trying not to ogle his Guv's backside. Despite himself, Sam smiles, shaking his head as he enters the station. Maybe he shouldn't give up hope. No, he definitely shouldn't give up hope. If he is the man who jumped through time, then maybe he can also be the man who kissed Gene Hunt and survived to tell the tale. Inspired by these thoughts, Sam takes the stairs up to the office - noting with slight confusion that Phyllis isn't at her post - and then strides into CID, only to find that he is greated by hectic activity and frustrated talking and shouting. Sam stops in his tracks, frowning. What...? In the corner of his eye, he notices Annie approaching him. "What 'appened?" She looks at him with big, distressed eyes, ready to continue downstairs for whatever task she's been appointed, but she still has enough time to tell him. "It's Kim Trent. Remember 'im? Word is 'e escaped prison." Sam blinks, a horrible feeling settling in the pit of his stomach. Trent... of course he remembers Trent. The case that turned things around for Sam, early on. If he really 'escaped'... Annie is already gone, so Sam makes his way over to Gene's office, pushing open the door. "Guv - what's this about Trent?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 1 2016, 09:32 PM Post #701 |
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*It looks like he really is getting somewhere. His heart starting to beat faster, Sam sits up a little. What is he asking for, indeed? He can't say that he never thought about it - he's fantasized about so many things. Sex, of course, but mostly everyday situations. The two of them sharing a house like they did during those weeks after Sam's stay in hospital... cooking for each other... talking, bickering, fighting, laughing. But if he starts making demands, Sam knows he'll scare Gene off. Or he'll find things to object to, things he can categorically answer with 'no', and that scares Sam more than anything else. He's already had to endure rejection once - he can't do it again in such a short amount of time. So, saying the words very carefully, Sam answers* ... I'm... askin' for whatever you're willing to give. |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 6 2016, 01:02 AM Post #702 |
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*Whatever he's willing to give...? Gene has no idea what he's willing to give, at all. He knows he wants to give it all, but God, to do that would be so dangerous. Is it worth roaming everything? For something he doesn't even understand? He takes a breath, trying to get his feelings in order.* .... *rubs a hand over his face, stuck.* Christ, where would I even start? How would this even work?? |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 6 2016, 10:17 AM Post #703 |
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Gladys
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*Seeing Gene so mentally torn over this is hard for Sam to watch, but at the same time, every second that Gene doesn't get up and leave him there on the ground is a win. Still ignoring the urge to take hold of Gene's hand, Sam exhales slowly. This feels like he's trying to get close to a very shy deer - and the thought of Gene being a shy deer almost makes him laugh. Not quite able to hide a smile, Sam looks down.* Any way you want. I don't - I don't need the world to know about... us. Anything you aren't comfortable doing, we don't need to do. *he looks up again, and now there definitely is a pleading look in his eyes* I could move in with you, pay you rent. Two blokes sharing a big house, nothing suspicious about that. It wouldn't be any different than when you... when you looked after me. *And now, he really can't hold back anymore - as he speaks, Sam leans forward a little and reaches out with his good hand, very carefully, ready to snatch it back should Gene show signs of not wanting this. But if he could just show Gene that contact like this isn't bad, isn't wrong...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 6 2016, 11:27 PM Post #704 |
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*Gene stares as Sam's hand extends towards his, too conflicted still to touch it. But he doesn't flinch away. There's the urge to take it - to grab on to Sam and just let go. But this is something he's going to have to work through himself. Let Sam be the one to start this off, because the thought of actively going for it still feels like a barrier. Gene's eyes flick from Sam's hovering hand to his eyes, and this time there's a softness there that wasn't before.* .... We'd have to... Y'know.... Start off slow... |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 6 2016, 11:34 PM Post #705 |
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*Sam is so ready to pull his hand back that when Gene looks up with that expression on his face, his heart skips a beat and his eyes widen slightly. This... This is...!! Sam almost trips over his words* O-of course, there's no rush. *smiles a bit shakily, trying not to let the excitement get the better of him* You set the pace, tell me what you want. I'm happy to keep things as they are, s-so long as you're happy being... Close. *And now, finally, does he lower his hand, letting it softly come in contact with the back of Gene's.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 7 2016, 11:59 PM Post #706 |
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*As Sam's skin touches his, Gene can feel a warmth settle in his heart. There's no flinch, no grimace - he just swallows deeply and looks down at Sam's hand over his own. It should feel wrong, that's what he's always been told. It should feel like something terrible. But it doesn't. Still tense and thrumming with nervous and now quietly excited energy, Gene looks back up at Sam.* .... Alright... |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 8 2016, 12:08 AM Post #707 |
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Gladys
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*Sam is watching Gene so close, his wide eyes trying to take in every little twitch, ready to back off - but it doesn't happen, Gene doesn't reject him. He doesn't pull away. He looks at him and says yes. Sam's eyes grow even wider for a moment, before a disbelieving smile grows on his lips. This... This is what he always dreamed of. It's really happening. Sam closes his hand around Gene's properly, squeezing it. He's speechless for a good few moments, and when Sam blinks he realises that tears of happiness are welling up in his eyes, and he lowers his head with a little huffed laugh. Christ. He just wants to kiss Gene right now. However, knowing full well what he said just a few seconds ago, Sam looks up again instead, and with a voice that isn't quite steady says* ... Can I hug you? |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 8 2016, 12:16 AM Post #708 |
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*yes, Jesus yes. They're going to have to be careful - SO careful - but this could work. If they do this right and take their time it could work. And seeing Sam so happy, especially after all the misery and pain he's been through... It makes Gene's own lips twitch into a slightly bewildered smile. He still can't quite believe this is happening. The hope that he's feeling now, he needs to seize it. Try to squash down the fear and embrace this feeling. Unable to help it, he quickly scans the surroundings, checking instinctively that the curtains are drawn - and then turns back to Sam. Slightly shakily and with that smile still holding, he replies* Go on then. But any dry-humping and you'll be back on your arse in three seconds! |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 8 2016, 12:10 PM Post #709 |
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Gladys
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*The way Gene has to make sure first that they absolutely can't be seen doesn't escape Sam's notice, but right now he's in too much of a happy haze to comment on it or make it into a discussion. This will take time, but surely Gene is going to relax, is going to become more free with all of this, at least in their own private spaces. So he just laughs and shakes his head at Gene's words, shifting until he's able to lean in and wrap his arms around Gene the way he always wanted to, breathing in the scent of Gene's camel hair coat and whisky and cigarette smoke, feeling the whole bulk of Gene's body against him. The warmth radiating off him soothes Sam, dissipates the last of the lingering anxiety from his earlier panic attack.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 9 2016, 11:16 PM Post #710 |
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*Gene tenses a little as Sam's body presses against his own, arms wrapping around him. It's as though he's expecting something to happen - like the world might implode or someone might see somehow... But then there's just Sam, leaning against him and hugging him tight. No catastrophe, just gentle, pleasant contact. And as the seconds tick on, Gene can feel himself relaxing into the embrace. His own arms raise, and he finds himself hugging back. Enjoying the feel of Sam's slim but sturdy shoulders under his hands, the tickle of the short hair against his cheek... It feels right. He never thought it could, but... It feels right.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 9 2016, 11:43 PM Post #711 |
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Gladys
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*For a short few seconds, dread threatens to settle in Sam's stomach again - but then, he feels Gene move against him, and moments later his arms envelop him again, holding Sam in a firm, warm embrace. Sam huffs softly, blinking away the wetness in his eyes. It's happening. It's real. He can't tell how long they remain like this, but at one point it feels right to bury his nose a bit further in Gene's coat before pulling away slightly, saying with a slightly embarrassed smile* ... How about we go back and I cook you that dinner I promised? *It's more than just going back and cooking dinner - and Sam hopes that Gene understands that.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 10 2016, 11:06 PM Post #712 |
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*As they pull away from each other, things settle in Gene's mind even further. Here's Sam, sat in front of him, asking to go back home and cook dinner. And everything about that feels completely normal. Comforting. And this time, it feels like once Sam steps over the threshold it'll be permanently. A crooked smile on his own face, Gene nods.* Better hop to it then, Marjorie! |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 10 2016, 11:18 PM Post #713 |
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Gladys
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*The butterflies in Sam's stomach won't settle down any time soon, not with that peculiar smile Gene has on his face - however, Sam still raises his eyebrows.* Don't think you'll just be sitting there and enjoying the show! You're on chopping duty. *With Gene's help (he's still a little unsteady) Sam gets up to his feet, and together they exit the flat, with Sam already making a mental note to contact his landlord - he'll be moving out as soon as possible. The thought makes him grin all over again, squeezing Gene's hand before letting go - they don't want to be seen like this out in the open, after all. Not yet. Not for a good few years. For now, it'll be one hesitant step at a time. But Sam doesn't mind. He's waited for quite a while - he can wait a little while longer. For a first proper kiss. A first fumble. In the meantime, he'll enjoy spending more of his time with Gene. Cooking together, watching telly, go to work together. The same as they've been doing during the last few weeks - and yet fundamentally different. Sam doesn't stop smiling, even as they get into the Cortina and drive away from the block of flats.* |
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