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Inspector George Gently: Fanfic: Gently Safe and Sound
Title:Gently Safe and Sound
Author:lucy_roman
Rating:NC-17
Warnings:Period typical homophobia
Summary:George and John have gone to a police conference and have to share a bedroom
Pairing: George Gently/John Bacchus
Wordcount:1,800
John looks around the small room and feels a wave of dismay wash over him. He likes working with George Gently he really does but to spend the next week together, all day working and then all night together in this room. He is not sure he will be able to cope with that.
"I hope you don't snore," George says as he comes into the room and puts his suitcase down on the bed, the double bed, the only bed that the room contains.
"And there really aren't any other rooms?" John asks, a desperate note in his voice.
"She's fully booked." George seems remarkably sanguine about the whole thing. "It was this or the potting shed."
I would have preferred the shed, but John doesn't say that out loud. George doesn't seem to mind that they will be sharing so maybe he shouldn't either.
There's a narrow armchair by the window. John walks over to it and peers out through the glass. In the distance he can see the sparkle of the sea. It feels wrong somehow being on the west coast instead of the east.
"I could sleep here," John says laying a hand on the back of the chair. It doesn't solve the biggest problem of being in such close quarters with George but it would be preferable to having to share a bed with his boss. "I'll be quite cozy with a blanket."
George looks at the chair and then at John. "You're not sleeping there."
"You want me to sleep in the bed with you?" Weirdly John is hoping George will say yes.
"What I want right now is some food." George smiles. "We've had a long drive."
"And we've got a busy day tomorrow. Lots of lectures to go to."
"Don't sound so sceptical, John." George pats his sergeant on the shoulder. "You might enjoy yourself."
They find a pub and the food is edible so John can at least feel he has had a good meal. He watches George as they eat. His boss seems more relaxed, his eyes shine, and he laughs at John's jokes. John sits and soaks it all in. In only five days they will be heading east again, back to being sergeant and inspector, a gulf between them that John knows he can never bridge no matter how much he wants to.
He does his best not to think about it but it creeps up on him nevertheless.
"I'll be fine in the chair," John says once they are back in their room, although it is remarkably hard to be defiant when he's wearing his pyjamas.
"I already told you that you're not sleeping there." George folds his arms across his chest and glares at John.
John knows that look too well. "Fine." He yields because it is the only option left to him. He lifts up the patterned quilt and loosens the top sheet enough so he can slide under it. Then he lies very still balanced right on the edge of the bed while George goes through the same procedure on the other side.
George sighs and John finds despite the awkwardness he is smiling. George's sigh makes him think his boss is content. He's not going to say happy he's not ready to go that far. Content will do for now.
"There's plenty of room," George says. "You can move over a bit."
"I'm fine here, thank you, sir." John listens to the sounds of George getting comfortable next to him and does his best to ignore them. Lying in this bed is agony. He has done his best to suppress the feelings he has for his boss. They are wrong on every level. He knows that.
"Goodnight, John." George switches the light off.
"Goodnight, sir." John stares into the darkness. Perhaps once George is asleep he can decamp to the chair. George will be angry with him but lying here next to him... John isn't sure which is worst.
Listening to the breathing of the man next to him is incredibly soothing and despite John's best intentions he finds himself falling asleep.
He wakes with a start,the dream he was having dissipating like mist. At first he thinks George is snoring and that is what woke him. And then George cries out. He can't hear the words clearly but he thinks they are,get down, and then he realises George is weeping.
Is George asleep? John has never heard of someone crying in their sleep before but that doesn't mean it never happens.
"Sir?" He feels ridiculous but he persists anyway. "George, are you alright?"
He moves closer. George is warm and now John wants to weep. He wishes he could curl himself next to George. That George would put an arm around him, pull him close and...
He can feel his cheeks getting hot and then the man next to him moves and the crying stops.
"George." John can't help himself. He has to reassure himself that his boss is okay.
"Did I wake you?"
"You were dreaming, a nightmare maybe." That is presumptuous suggesting that he knows what George was suffering.
"Yeah." The voice is a reassuring rumble in the dark. "They happen sometimes. I'm sorry."
"No, it's fine." Shit! John feels a familiar ache in his groin. His cock jumping to attention and John realises his mistake. In his worry he has moved closer to George. He can feel his warmth. He can smell him. John groans and then he feels George's hand. At first it rests on his stomach, the fingers reaching under his pyjama shirt, stroking against his skin. John shudders.
He knows George is aware of John's state of arousal and he is glad of the dark. He is too scared of the expression that he guesses must be on George's face.
The fingers have moved downward, curling around his erection, and John almost comes then and there. "Please," he says but he's not really sure what he is asking for.
"John." The way George says his name is like a caress.
The fingers tighten on his cock and John, doing his best to stifle his cry, orgasms.
He knows George must be smiling. "Is it always like that?"
"Not since I was a teenager," John admits, feeling guilty as he does so because a lot of his sexual fantasies back them had revolved around one rather strict male maths teacher. It seems as though his tastes haven't changed a great deal.
"Oh." George is definitely smiling.
Feeling braver now John stretches out with his right hand and now it is George's turn to moan.
"Would you kiss me?" John asks. If George says no what does that mean? Now he wishes he hadn't asked.
"I never thought you'd ask."
The sheet over John lifts and he realises George is moving to straddle him. Now he can feel George pressed against him he knows that the older man is every bit as turned on as he was. George's face is above his, moving closer and John panics. Suddenly it is his first time all over again.
The kiss is rougher than he was expecting. The hair on George's face scrapes against his own but George's lips are warm and soft and John opens his lips and slides his tongue into the older man's mouth until they are full on snogging. And then George is moving, slowly at first, his cock sliding across John's skin. His movements get faster, he presses himself against John, and then George moans and calls John's name as he shudders and something warm and sticky spreads across John's stomach.
George is breathing hard as he climbs off John and retakes his side of the bed. John feels a moment of panic. What if the old man has a heart attack? How would he explain that? He can just imagine the Chief Constable's face.
"Yes, sir. Chief Inspector Gently had just orgasmed and then I'm afraid he died. Still at least he was happy when he went."
The thought almost makes John snigger. Only almost because the full enormity of what he has done, of what he and George have done together, is sneaking up on him.
George's breathing is starting to slow and that's good because John really isn't sure he would know what to do if the worst happened.
"Guv?" Weird thing to say, John. Especially after you and he well, you know. "George?"
"Thank you," George says, still sounding a little breathless.
More panic and suddenly John is drowning in it.
"I'm not a homosexual," John blurts, wishing he hadn't spoken the instant the words come out of his mouth.
He can hear George move. Is his boss getting up? Has he decided he needs to get as far away from John as possible? Except he can feel George's breath on his face and he can see the outline of him. He wishes George would put an arm around him. Then he doesn't.
"I never said you were." The voice is once more a reassuring rumble in the dark and John takes heart from the fact that George doesn't sound angry just curious.
"No, what I mean... The things we did... I..." John takes a shaky breath. "I'm not attracted to other men, just you."
"I'm flattered."
And he really sounds like he means it.
"So that was a one time thing then?"
Is John imagining the regret he can hear in George's voice? "You want it to be?"
He hears George's shrug, the movement of his shoulders against the pillow. George has broad shoulders. They look strong, well muscled, and John can feel himself going hard again. He makes a decision. Perhaps in the light of day it is a decision he will regret but he makes it anyway because it feels like the right thing to do, because John is already in love with George Gently, although he has no intention of telling the man that, not yet anyway.
"Will you put your arm around me?"
"What?"
John feels stupid but it is too late to back out now. "Could you put your arm around me?"
"You want me to hold you?"
Do I want to be held? "Yes. Yes, I want you to hold me, please."
"Okay."
John shifts a little to enable George to encircle his shoulders. He lets his head come to rest on George's chest. The hair tickles his nose but it is very nice, warm and comforting and safe.
He is starting to drift back to sleep. Still he feels it when George presses his lips against the side of his head.
"Goodnight, John."
And John falls into sleep. For the first time in a long while he feels as though he doesn't have to worry about the next day and the challenges it might bring him. George holds him safe and sound.
Author:lucy_roman
Rating:NC-17
Warnings:Period typical homophobia
Summary:George and John have gone to a police conference and have to share a bedroom
Pairing: George Gently/John Bacchus
Wordcount:1,800
John looks around the small room and feels a wave of dismay wash over him. He likes working with George Gently he really does but to spend the next week together, all day working and then all night together in this room. He is not sure he will be able to cope with that.
"I hope you don't snore," George says as he comes into the room and puts his suitcase down on the bed, the double bed, the only bed that the room contains.
"And there really aren't any other rooms?" John asks, a desperate note in his voice.
"She's fully booked." George seems remarkably sanguine about the whole thing. "It was this or the potting shed."
I would have preferred the shed, but John doesn't say that out loud. George doesn't seem to mind that they will be sharing so maybe he shouldn't either.
There's a narrow armchair by the window. John walks over to it and peers out through the glass. In the distance he can see the sparkle of the sea. It feels wrong somehow being on the west coast instead of the east.
"I could sleep here," John says laying a hand on the back of the chair. It doesn't solve the biggest problem of being in such close quarters with George but it would be preferable to having to share a bed with his boss. "I'll be quite cozy with a blanket."
George looks at the chair and then at John. "You're not sleeping there."
"You want me to sleep in the bed with you?" Weirdly John is hoping George will say yes.
"What I want right now is some food." George smiles. "We've had a long drive."
"And we've got a busy day tomorrow. Lots of lectures to go to."
"Don't sound so sceptical, John." George pats his sergeant on the shoulder. "You might enjoy yourself."
They find a pub and the food is edible so John can at least feel he has had a good meal. He watches George as they eat. His boss seems more relaxed, his eyes shine, and he laughs at John's jokes. John sits and soaks it all in. In only five days they will be heading east again, back to being sergeant and inspector, a gulf between them that John knows he can never bridge no matter how much he wants to.
He does his best not to think about it but it creeps up on him nevertheless.
"I'll be fine in the chair," John says once they are back in their room, although it is remarkably hard to be defiant when he's wearing his pyjamas.
"I already told you that you're not sleeping there." George folds his arms across his chest and glares at John.
John knows that look too well. "Fine." He yields because it is the only option left to him. He lifts up the patterned quilt and loosens the top sheet enough so he can slide under it. Then he lies very still balanced right on the edge of the bed while George goes through the same procedure on the other side.
George sighs and John finds despite the awkwardness he is smiling. George's sigh makes him think his boss is content. He's not going to say happy he's not ready to go that far. Content will do for now.
"There's plenty of room," George says. "You can move over a bit."
"I'm fine here, thank you, sir." John listens to the sounds of George getting comfortable next to him and does his best to ignore them. Lying in this bed is agony. He has done his best to suppress the feelings he has for his boss. They are wrong on every level. He knows that.
"Goodnight, John." George switches the light off.
"Goodnight, sir." John stares into the darkness. Perhaps once George is asleep he can decamp to the chair. George will be angry with him but lying here next to him... John isn't sure which is worst.
Listening to the breathing of the man next to him is incredibly soothing and despite John's best intentions he finds himself falling asleep.
He wakes with a start,the dream he was having dissipating like mist. At first he thinks George is snoring and that is what woke him. And then George cries out. He can't hear the words clearly but he thinks they are,get down, and then he realises George is weeping.
Is George asleep? John has never heard of someone crying in their sleep before but that doesn't mean it never happens.
"Sir?" He feels ridiculous but he persists anyway. "George, are you alright?"
He moves closer. George is warm and now John wants to weep. He wishes he could curl himself next to George. That George would put an arm around him, pull him close and...
He can feel his cheeks getting hot and then the man next to him moves and the crying stops.
"George." John can't help himself. He has to reassure himself that his boss is okay.
"Did I wake you?"
"You were dreaming, a nightmare maybe." That is presumptuous suggesting that he knows what George was suffering.
"Yeah." The voice is a reassuring rumble in the dark. "They happen sometimes. I'm sorry."
"No, it's fine." Shit! John feels a familiar ache in his groin. His cock jumping to attention and John realises his mistake. In his worry he has moved closer to George. He can feel his warmth. He can smell him. John groans and then he feels George's hand. At first it rests on his stomach, the fingers reaching under his pyjama shirt, stroking against his skin. John shudders.
He knows George is aware of John's state of arousal and he is glad of the dark. He is too scared of the expression that he guesses must be on George's face.
The fingers have moved downward, curling around his erection, and John almost comes then and there. "Please," he says but he's not really sure what he is asking for.
"John." The way George says his name is like a caress.
The fingers tighten on his cock and John, doing his best to stifle his cry, orgasms.
He knows George must be smiling. "Is it always like that?"
"Not since I was a teenager," John admits, feeling guilty as he does so because a lot of his sexual fantasies back them had revolved around one rather strict male maths teacher. It seems as though his tastes haven't changed a great deal.
"Oh." George is definitely smiling.
Feeling braver now John stretches out with his right hand and now it is George's turn to moan.
"Would you kiss me?" John asks. If George says no what does that mean? Now he wishes he hadn't asked.
"I never thought you'd ask."
The sheet over John lifts and he realises George is moving to straddle him. Now he can feel George pressed against him he knows that the older man is every bit as turned on as he was. George's face is above his, moving closer and John panics. Suddenly it is his first time all over again.
The kiss is rougher than he was expecting. The hair on George's face scrapes against his own but George's lips are warm and soft and John opens his lips and slides his tongue into the older man's mouth until they are full on snogging. And then George is moving, slowly at first, his cock sliding across John's skin. His movements get faster, he presses himself against John, and then George moans and calls John's name as he shudders and something warm and sticky spreads across John's stomach.
George is breathing hard as he climbs off John and retakes his side of the bed. John feels a moment of panic. What if the old man has a heart attack? How would he explain that? He can just imagine the Chief Constable's face.
"Yes, sir. Chief Inspector Gently had just orgasmed and then I'm afraid he died. Still at least he was happy when he went."
The thought almost makes John snigger. Only almost because the full enormity of what he has done, of what he and George have done together, is sneaking up on him.
George's breathing is starting to slow and that's good because John really isn't sure he would know what to do if the worst happened.
"Guv?" Weird thing to say, John. Especially after you and he well, you know. "George?"
"Thank you," George says, still sounding a little breathless.
More panic and suddenly John is drowning in it.
"I'm not a homosexual," John blurts, wishing he hadn't spoken the instant the words come out of his mouth.
He can hear George move. Is his boss getting up? Has he decided he needs to get as far away from John as possible? Except he can feel George's breath on his face and he can see the outline of him. He wishes George would put an arm around him. Then he doesn't.
"I never said you were." The voice is once more a reassuring rumble in the dark and John takes heart from the fact that George doesn't sound angry just curious.
"No, what I mean... The things we did... I..." John takes a shaky breath. "I'm not attracted to other men, just you."
"I'm flattered."
And he really sounds like he means it.
"So that was a one time thing then?"
Is John imagining the regret he can hear in George's voice? "You want it to be?"
He hears George's shrug, the movement of his shoulders against the pillow. George has broad shoulders. They look strong, well muscled, and John can feel himself going hard again. He makes a decision. Perhaps in the light of day it is a decision he will regret but he makes it anyway because it feels like the right thing to do, because John is already in love with George Gently, although he has no intention of telling the man that, not yet anyway.
"Will you put your arm around me?"
"What?"
John feels stupid but it is too late to back out now. "Could you put your arm around me?"
"You want me to hold you?"
Do I want to be held? "Yes. Yes, I want you to hold me, please."
"Okay."
John shifts a little to enable George to encircle his shoulders. He lets his head come to rest on George's chest. The hair tickles his nose but it is very nice, warm and comforting and safe.
He is starting to drift back to sleep. Still he feels it when George presses his lips against the side of his head.
"Goodnight, John."
And John falls into sleep. For the first time in a long while he feels as though he doesn't have to worry about the next day and the challenges it might bring him. George holds him safe and sound.