Morning Sweetie
Title: Morning Sweetie
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Stephen/Ryan
Words: 1,489
Rating, Warnings: 18. Warnings for drunk Stephen and hangover descriptions that are potentially triggery *g*
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primeval.
Spoilers: None.
AN: Written for the totally lovely lukadreaming who prompted "Full English."And also to fuel my silly love from drunk Stephen.
Stephen wove his way down the street, a big grin on his face. He had one arm draped around Ryan's neck and an answering arm was loose around his waist. They had gone out for a quick drink with the lads after work which hadn’t been terribly quick. Things were already a bit hazy but the whole thing had started out civilly enough. Then someone had suggested dares. One of his had involved strawberry beer. He’d downed the pint as requested, finding it sweet and fizzy and really quite yummy. But shhhh. You can't tell special forces you find the pink beer yummy. Even if it is public knowledge that you let their captain roger you senseless.
Stephen was fairly sure that that had been the turning point in the evening. Ryan also appeared to be having a teensie problem with walking in a straight line which made him feel much better. Actually they'd been walking in a straight line for a bit. Maybe their wobbliness was contradicting each other and making them both straight? Straight. Hee. He giggled.
Someone was singing one of his favourite songs not terribly well. Wait, it was him! Ha, brilliant. He poked Ryan who joined in with a rousing chorus as they walked up the path to their small house.
There was a little pause as Ryan had difficulty persuading the front door to stand still long enough to let him get his key in it. Stephen decided to help. And the best way to help was to lick Ryan's ear. Ryan shrugged him off and squinted some more at the door. Undeterred Stephen leant close to Ryan's ear again.
"I’d quite like you to fuck me tonight."
A sound came from Ryan's throat that sounded suspiciously like a growl. His renewed efforts on the front door finally worked. Ryan shoved it open and the pair spilled inside.
Ryan's hands were all over Stephen's body immediately and Stephen found himself pushed up against the wall before the front door was even shut.
As Ryan's firm body pressed against him and warm lips found his in a messy kiss, they both groped blindly at the door and it swung shut with a satisfying click.
Hands snaked under clothing as the kisses became deeper and more needy. Stephen finally pulled back from the kiss and lowered himself down the wall. With a heavy breath Ryan took a step back as Stephen fumbled at his zip. Ryan braced his hands against the wall over Stephen’s head as Stephen freed his erection from the confines of his trousers. Ryan looked down in time to see Stephen wrap his lips around his hard cock. It wasn’t the neatest or most expert of blow jobs, but Stephen used his lips, tongue and hands to pull breathy groans from Ryan and Ryan took advantage of the position to move his hips, pulling out and pushing in to Stephen’s mouth.
With a resigned “ungh” sound, Ryan grabbed the base of his cock and pulled it free of Stephen’s grasp. “Upstairs, now.” Ryan knotted a hand in Stephen’s t-shirt and hauled him to his feet. He pulled him away from the wall and shoved him towards the stairs. Stephen stumbled slightly, before regaining his balance and jumping up the first couple of steps. He pulled off his t-shirt and stood for a second letting Ryan get a good glimpse of his now naked torso. Then he threw his t-shirt at Ryan. The t-shirt landed on Ryan’s face, blocking his vision. He pulled it off in time to see Stephen running up the stairs away from him.
Throwing the t-shirt to the floor Ryan gave chase with another small growl with Stephen laughing ahead of him. Ryan caught Stephen in the door way to their bedroom. He wrapped his arms tightly around him and their joint momentum carried them forwards and they collapsed onto the bed.
Their mouths met and they started to kiss again, Ryan raking his blunt nails over Stephen’s skin. Once again exhibiting will power Stephen hadn’t known he possessed, Ryan pulled backwards and dragged himself off the bed.
“Naked.” It was as far as a sentence as Ryan seemed capable of stringing together.
Stephen didn’t need telling twice. Ryan stood at the end of the bed, pulling his clothes off while Stephen chucked off his shoes and remaining clothes as he lay on the bed. Ryan looked back up and his breath caught in his throat at the sight; Stephen was sprawled naked on the bed in front of him, wanton and willing; hard cock lying on his stomach.
He didn’t miss the look in Ryan’s eyes. Stephen raised his eyebrows at the other man and put a hand to his chest. He trailed it down his body until it was wrapped around his cock. He began to stroke it lazily, never taking his eyes off Ryan. Ryan for his part remained focused completely on the actions of Stephen’s hand.
Stephen wiggled down on the bed and spread his legs further, bringing his other hand to his mouth. He sucked on two fingers while he watched Ryan watch him wank. Once he was satisfied his fingers were slick enough he brought his other hand down between his spread legs and started fingering his hole.
Ryan’s breath seemed to hitch in his throat as he reached for his own hard cock. Stephen turned his attention from Ryan’s eyes to his hand and he moved his fingers inside his body in time with Ryan’s strokes. He watched as Ryan's strokes became firmer and he pushed his fingers deeper into his body is response. His other hand moved faster on his own cock and his breath got heaver. He let out a litany of moans, blatant in his attempt to drive Ryan even closer to the edge.
And it worked.
Suddenly Ryan was on him, chest against chest, lying between his legs. Stephen managed to pull his hands out of the way in time for Ryan to push himself into his body. Stephen and Ryan groaned together. Ryan stilled himself for a brief moment before thrusting into Stephen with a rhythm designed to do nothing but make him come.
Ryan’s breath was hot and heavy on his neck and Stephen managed to sneak a hand back between their bodies, grabbing his cock and pulling himself to orgasm moments before Ryan emptied himself into his body.
A sudden stillness fell on the room, disturbed only by their combined panting.
"You're heavy." Stephen finally said.
"Enf?" Ryan enquired into Stephen's neck.
Stephen tried wriggling. "You, you're heavy. Get off."
"Comfy." Stephen's neck was informed.
Stephen paused in his wriggling for a moment, thinking. With a grin he brought his hands to Ryan's waist and tickled.
Ryan flew off his body with a quite unmanly shriek and some fairly choice and not terribly friendly words.
Stephen was still giggling as he fell asleep.
Stephen woke to light streaming into the window. His eyes opened and winced shut again instantly. He wished four things simultaneously: that whoever it was in his head with the large hammer would stop beating it against the inside of his skull; that the washing machine in his stomach would slow down the spin cycle it was currently on; that the small animal that had crawled into his mouth and died overnight, would vacate quickly; and that the clock next to the bed wouldn’t tick quite so fucking loudly.
He tried opening his eyes again and realised that Ryan wasn’t still in the bed with him. Summoning up near-inhuman strength, Stephen rolled himself out of bed and absolutely did not stagger the whole way to the kitchen and certainly did not slip down two steps, saved only by an unexpectedly quick grab at the banister.
His stomach rolled a little more at the smells coming from the kitchen and he winced again at the clanging sounds that accompanied the scents. He wandered in and found Ryan at the oven with his back to him. The bastard was whistling.
"Morning sweetie!" Ryan called over his shoulder.
The fucker wasn't just whistling, he was fucking perky. Stephen grunted in response and lowered himself gently into a chair at the kitchen table, mentally wishing some very painful things to happen to some of the softer parts of Ryan's anatomy in return for him never getting hangovers.
Ryan turned around and waved a frying pan under Stephen's nose. "Breakfast's up! Bacon, sausage, fried egg, tomato, fried bread’s over there and I’ve got beans going in the pan."
Stephen looked at the pan, looked up at Ryan, looked back at the pan. His stomach lurched dramatically and he bolted from the chair.
Ryan watched him go and heard the bathroom door bang open and then closed again. He grinned wickedly, tipping the entire contents of the frying pan onto his plate. "Well, best not let it go to waste."
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Stephen/Ryan
Words: 1,489
Rating, Warnings: 18. Warnings for drunk Stephen and hangover descriptions that are potentially triggery *g*
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primeval.
Spoilers: None.
AN: Written for the totally lovely lukadreaming who prompted "Full English."And also to fuel my silly love from drunk Stephen.
Stephen wove his way down the street, a big grin on his face. He had one arm draped around Ryan's neck and an answering arm was loose around his waist. They had gone out for a quick drink with the lads after work which hadn’t been terribly quick. Things were already a bit hazy but the whole thing had started out civilly enough. Then someone had suggested dares. One of his had involved strawberry beer. He’d downed the pint as requested, finding it sweet and fizzy and really quite yummy. But shhhh. You can't tell special forces you find the pink beer yummy. Even if it is public knowledge that you let their captain roger you senseless.
Stephen was fairly sure that that had been the turning point in the evening. Ryan also appeared to be having a teensie problem with walking in a straight line which made him feel much better. Actually they'd been walking in a straight line for a bit. Maybe their wobbliness was contradicting each other and making them both straight? Straight. Hee. He giggled.
Someone was singing one of his favourite songs not terribly well. Wait, it was him! Ha, brilliant. He poked Ryan who joined in with a rousing chorus as they walked up the path to their small house.
There was a little pause as Ryan had difficulty persuading the front door to stand still long enough to let him get his key in it. Stephen decided to help. And the best way to help was to lick Ryan's ear. Ryan shrugged him off and squinted some more at the door. Undeterred Stephen leant close to Ryan's ear again.
"I’d quite like you to fuck me tonight."
A sound came from Ryan's throat that sounded suspiciously like a growl. His renewed efforts on the front door finally worked. Ryan shoved it open and the pair spilled inside.
Ryan's hands were all over Stephen's body immediately and Stephen found himself pushed up against the wall before the front door was even shut.
As Ryan's firm body pressed against him and warm lips found his in a messy kiss, they both groped blindly at the door and it swung shut with a satisfying click.
Hands snaked under clothing as the kisses became deeper and more needy. Stephen finally pulled back from the kiss and lowered himself down the wall. With a heavy breath Ryan took a step back as Stephen fumbled at his zip. Ryan braced his hands against the wall over Stephen’s head as Stephen freed his erection from the confines of his trousers. Ryan looked down in time to see Stephen wrap his lips around his hard cock. It wasn’t the neatest or most expert of blow jobs, but Stephen used his lips, tongue and hands to pull breathy groans from Ryan and Ryan took advantage of the position to move his hips, pulling out and pushing in to Stephen’s mouth.
With a resigned “ungh” sound, Ryan grabbed the base of his cock and pulled it free of Stephen’s grasp. “Upstairs, now.” Ryan knotted a hand in Stephen’s t-shirt and hauled him to his feet. He pulled him away from the wall and shoved him towards the stairs. Stephen stumbled slightly, before regaining his balance and jumping up the first couple of steps. He pulled off his t-shirt and stood for a second letting Ryan get a good glimpse of his now naked torso. Then he threw his t-shirt at Ryan. The t-shirt landed on Ryan’s face, blocking his vision. He pulled it off in time to see Stephen running up the stairs away from him.
Throwing the t-shirt to the floor Ryan gave chase with another small growl with Stephen laughing ahead of him. Ryan caught Stephen in the door way to their bedroom. He wrapped his arms tightly around him and their joint momentum carried them forwards and they collapsed onto the bed.
Their mouths met and they started to kiss again, Ryan raking his blunt nails over Stephen’s skin. Once again exhibiting will power Stephen hadn’t known he possessed, Ryan pulled backwards and dragged himself off the bed.
“Naked.” It was as far as a sentence as Ryan seemed capable of stringing together.
Stephen didn’t need telling twice. Ryan stood at the end of the bed, pulling his clothes off while Stephen chucked off his shoes and remaining clothes as he lay on the bed. Ryan looked back up and his breath caught in his throat at the sight; Stephen was sprawled naked on the bed in front of him, wanton and willing; hard cock lying on his stomach.
He didn’t miss the look in Ryan’s eyes. Stephen raised his eyebrows at the other man and put a hand to his chest. He trailed it down his body until it was wrapped around his cock. He began to stroke it lazily, never taking his eyes off Ryan. Ryan for his part remained focused completely on the actions of Stephen’s hand.
Stephen wiggled down on the bed and spread his legs further, bringing his other hand to his mouth. He sucked on two fingers while he watched Ryan watch him wank. Once he was satisfied his fingers were slick enough he brought his other hand down between his spread legs and started fingering his hole.
Ryan’s breath seemed to hitch in his throat as he reached for his own hard cock. Stephen turned his attention from Ryan’s eyes to his hand and he moved his fingers inside his body in time with Ryan’s strokes. He watched as Ryan's strokes became firmer and he pushed his fingers deeper into his body is response. His other hand moved faster on his own cock and his breath got heaver. He let out a litany of moans, blatant in his attempt to drive Ryan even closer to the edge.
And it worked.
Suddenly Ryan was on him, chest against chest, lying between his legs. Stephen managed to pull his hands out of the way in time for Ryan to push himself into his body. Stephen and Ryan groaned together. Ryan stilled himself for a brief moment before thrusting into Stephen with a rhythm designed to do nothing but make him come.
Ryan’s breath was hot and heavy on his neck and Stephen managed to sneak a hand back between their bodies, grabbing his cock and pulling himself to orgasm moments before Ryan emptied himself into his body.
A sudden stillness fell on the room, disturbed only by their combined panting.
"You're heavy." Stephen finally said.
"Enf?" Ryan enquired into Stephen's neck.
Stephen tried wriggling. "You, you're heavy. Get off."
"Comfy." Stephen's neck was informed.
Stephen paused in his wriggling for a moment, thinking. With a grin he brought his hands to Ryan's waist and tickled.
Ryan flew off his body with a quite unmanly shriek and some fairly choice and not terribly friendly words.
Stephen was still giggling as he fell asleep.
Stephen woke to light streaming into the window. His eyes opened and winced shut again instantly. He wished four things simultaneously: that whoever it was in his head with the large hammer would stop beating it against the inside of his skull; that the washing machine in his stomach would slow down the spin cycle it was currently on; that the small animal that had crawled into his mouth and died overnight, would vacate quickly; and that the clock next to the bed wouldn’t tick quite so fucking loudly.
He tried opening his eyes again and realised that Ryan wasn’t still in the bed with him. Summoning up near-inhuman strength, Stephen rolled himself out of bed and absolutely did not stagger the whole way to the kitchen and certainly did not slip down two steps, saved only by an unexpectedly quick grab at the banister.
His stomach rolled a little more at the smells coming from the kitchen and he winced again at the clanging sounds that accompanied the scents. He wandered in and found Ryan at the oven with his back to him. The bastard was whistling.
"Morning sweetie!" Ryan called over his shoulder.
The fucker wasn't just whistling, he was fucking perky. Stephen grunted in response and lowered himself gently into a chair at the kitchen table, mentally wishing some very painful things to happen to some of the softer parts of Ryan's anatomy in return for him never getting hangovers.
Ryan turned around and waved a frying pan under Stephen's nose. "Breakfast's up! Bacon, sausage, fried egg, tomato, fried bread’s over there and I’ve got beans going in the pan."
Stephen looked at the pan, looked up at Ryan, looked back at the pan. His stomach lurched dramatically and he bolted from the chair.
Ryan watched him go and heard the bathroom door bang open and then closed again. He grinned wickedly, tipping the entire contents of the frying pan onto his plate. "Well, best not let it go to waste."