"People are either one way or the other," Gene grunts.
"Not true," Sam retorts, swallowing in a deep breath and changing position.
"That's what we were taught. At school."
"They did not teach you about being gay in school."
Sam twists his hand to the left and bites on his lower lip, smiling at the expression in Gene's hooded eyes. Gene knocks his head back over the top of the car seat.
"Did too. The older kids. Told us it were sick. You were either sick or you were healthy."
"You look pretty healthy right this second."
Gene huffs out a breath and a bead of sweat trickles from his forehead. Sam keeps stroking, speeding up his movements, watching as Gene starts thrusting forward. Sam rubs his thumb over the tip of Gene's cock, spreading pre-come. His breath is ragged as he grips his own cock, pumping in time.
Sam's voice is hushed when he continues. "You look more than healthy, you look gorgeous."
Gene comes with a low sound, his head bashing with a resounding thump. He looks at Sam lazily, displaying curiosity and sated fascination as Sam keeps working his cock, close to coming himself. "What was it called, then? Wanting birds and blokes? Bicircular?"
Sam manages to answer between breaths. "Bisexuality."
"That's a movement I could get behind."
Sam laughs. "Doesn't surprise me."
He comes, hot and sticky, and turns to see Gene looking off into the far distance.
"Shit. Speaking of movement, there's some at number forty, better get little Sammy zipped up. And be careful. We don't want him going through the grinder. He has to be in tip top shape for later on today."
Are You In or Out?, Life on Mars, Sam/Gene, bisexuality, NC-17
"Not true," Sam retorts, swallowing in a deep breath and changing position.
"That's what we were taught. At school."
"They did not teach you about being gay in school."
Sam twists his hand to the left and bites on his lower lip, smiling at the expression in Gene's hooded eyes. Gene knocks his head back over the top of the car seat.
"Did too. The older kids. Told us it were sick. You were either sick or you were healthy."
"You look pretty healthy right this second."
Gene huffs out a breath and a bead of sweat trickles from his forehead. Sam keeps stroking, speeding up his movements, watching as Gene starts thrusting forward. Sam rubs his thumb over the tip of Gene's cock, spreading pre-come. His breath is ragged as he grips his own cock, pumping in time.
Sam's voice is hushed when he continues. "You look more than healthy, you look gorgeous."
Gene comes with a low sound, his head bashing with a resounding thump. He looks at Sam lazily, displaying curiosity and sated fascination as Sam keeps working his cock, close to coming himself. "What was it called, then? Wanting birds and blokes? Bicircular?"
Sam manages to answer between breaths. "Bisexuality."
"That's a movement I could get behind."
Sam laughs. "Doesn't surprise me."
He comes, hot and sticky, and turns to see Gene looking off into the far distance.
"Shit. Speaking of movement, there's some at number forty, better get little Sammy zipped up. And be careful. We don't want him going through the grinder. He has to be in tip top shape for later on today."