Girls 4/6
Title: Girls 4/?
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Stephen/Ryan, Connor
Words: 1,842
Rating,Warnings: 18; sexual situations, bad dialogue and the de-flowering of poor innocent guns.
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primeval.
Spoilers: None
AN: This has expanded itself a little but no one seemed to mind so I've gone with it. Parts one and two and three were there.
Ryan sat in the break room, his gun spread out on the table in front of him. He held a cleaning cloth in one hand and the smell of gun oil was strong in the air. He hadn’t seen Stephen all day and was fairly sure that it was intentional on the other man’s part.
He was even more confused now than he had been before last night. Coming home to see Stephen sitting on his doorstep waiting for him had been everything he had wanted. The disappointment he’d felt as he left Stephen’s empty flat had disappeared in a second seeing him. And then Stephen had made that move and given him that spectacular blowjob - and god it had been spectacular - and Ryan had thought that was it, drunk or not. But even better than that, when he had climbed into bed and Stephen had turned to him it made Ryan feel that this was more than just - admittedly incredible - sex, and that there was a chance for something more; that something could actually come from this; something emotional to go with the - really quite incredible - sex. And had he mentioned the sex was incredible?
Ryan sighed and continued to move his hand up and down the barrel of his gun; the cloth sliding easily over the metal with the aid of the gun oil. His mind wandered as his hand lazily continued its action, up and down, up and down…
That first night, they leave the shower and tumble into bed. Tired and sated their bodies move automatically together and they fall asleep, a pleasant tangle of limbs. When Ryan wakes he is initially startled to feel a warm body pressed against his back. Then he focuses on the hand that has trailed up from his waist and is now tracing lazy circles on his chest.
“Morning.” Stephen says and Ryan can feel warm breath against his neck and the hand continues its wanderings on his chest.
“What time is it?” Ryan asks, noticing a lack of sunlight in the room.
“Early. Neither of us has to be in for a couple of hours. And I didn’t get my turn last night.”
Ryan can feel the smile against his shoulder. He pushes, despite knowing full well what the other man means.
“Your turn at what?” He grins into the pillow as he feels the hand on his chest move and his cock starts to twitch in anticipation. Sure enough Stephen’s hand runs down his body, curves over his hip and a finger runs up between his arse cheeks, teasing at his hole.
“Oh that.” he says, this time the humour evident in his voice. It earns him a nip to the shoulder.
The hand moves and Ryan presses his body back against Stephen’s as he feels and hears the other man reach behind him. He grinds his arse against Stephen’s hard cock as he listens to him opening the bottle of lube. Stephen groans and his movements seem to quicken and suddenly there it is. This time the finger at his hole is not tentative or teasing, but slicked and pushing inside. Ryan lets out a low moan and pushes back. Taking it as an invitation, Stephen slides another finger inside and Ryan feels himself being stretched; his muscle being worked and manipulated. He finds himself groaning again and pushing back further. He wants more, so much more.
“Please Stephen, want to feel you.”
Stephen doesn’t need a second invitation. Ryan feels the fingers slip from him and he bites off a disappointed moan knowing what it means. He tries not to move, but his hips are rocking of their own volition as he feels Stephen behind him pulling on a condom and lube it up. Then Stephen’s hand is on his hip and his cock is against his arse. Ryan takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, relaxing as Stephen pushes into him. Stephen stills for a minute and Ryan tries to adjust to the feeling of Stephen filling him so completely. Then, wordlessly, they are both moving, rocking together, bodies slicking with sweat almost immediately, duvet suddenly seeming to weigh down on them, but neither willing to move it away. They press closer together and Ryan is almost overwhelmed by how much he wants this, how much he needs this.
He wraps a hand around his own cock, already leaking pre-come and he is amazed by how much this man turns him on, how close he is already. He starts moving his hand up and down his hard shaft, in time with Stephen pushing into his body. Stephen’s hand leaves his hip then and wraps itself around his own hand. Together they pump his cock as Stephen fucks him, maintaining a frustratingly slow rhythm.
Then Stephen tightens his grip slightly; forces Ryan to stop moving his hand. He moans in disappointment.
“Trust me.” Stephen murmurs in his ear and Ryan makes another noise of protest but makes no move other than to push back harder against Stephen, trying to urge him deeper inside. Ryan grins in satisfaction when the move forces a gasp from Stephen and finally he starts to thrust hard, pushing deep with each thrust.
Ryan matches each movement, pushing back hard until the air is filled with the noise of skin on skin and groans pulled deep from both of them.
Just when he starts to think that he can’t stand it any longer, Stephen’s hand starts to move on his, pumping his cock hard and fast while pushing impossibly deeper into him and with a cry Ryan’s orgasm hits him with a sudden intensity. He can’t even control the way he body is moving as his come spills over both their hands. Ryan is trying to push forwards into their hands and back against Stephen all at the same time. Then he feels Stephen’s body tense behind him and the word “Tom!” is gasped into his ear.
“Ryan? Ryan? You alright there? Something on your mind?”
Ryan looked up with a start to find Connor grinning down at him from the doorway.
“What do you mean?”
Connor looked pointedly at the gun barrel in Ryan’s hand. “I think that bit’s quite clean enough.” He grinned again. “Good, ah, shining action you have there.”
Ryan looked at the gun and realised what he had been doing. He put it down quickly and gave Connor a slightly embarrassed but good natured smile. The smile slipped from his face though as he tracked the young man to the sink and watched him start to wash up the crockery he had brought in with him.
Ryan stalked over to Connor. He wore a pleasant smile as he approached, then Ryan flashed out a hand and grabbed the techy by the arm, spinning him away from the sink and against the wall.
“Connor, where’s Stephen?”
Connor’s eyes widened and he stammered for a second.
“Stephen? I have no idea. Why would I have any idea? I mean Stephen. He’s a law unto himself, Stephen isn’t he? Why would I know where Stephen is?”
“Connor.” Ryan said slowly. “You are carrying his mug. Now where is he?”
Connor squirmed uncomfortably against the wall, a selection of expressions battling for dominance on his face.
“Connor” Ryan said slowly again. “Who are you most scared of; me or Stephen?”
Ryan was perturbed when Connor actually had to stop and think about the answer for a moment.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Ryan stalked through the ARC with purpose. He felt a little bad about what he’d done to Connor but he was fairly sure the guilt wouldn’t last long. Plus, it never hurt to have the scientists a little scared of him; made it easier to control them in the field.
He approached the lab where Stephen was hiding out and peered through the glass. He watched intently for a moment, his breath catching in his throat, before pulling sharply backwards. He leant heavily against the wall, hidden from view of the lab and tried to get his breathing under control.
It all made sense now. Seeing Stephen in there with the pretty brunette lab assistant, the two of them, heads close, that big smile on Stephen’s face as he listened to her talk. Her hand resting on his arm. He had been a mistake, a one off - two off - drunken mistake.
Ryan thunked his head back against the wall, making himself wince. He pulled his body up straight and headed back down the corridor. He would put Stephen and everything that had happened out of his mind once and for all. He was clearly not what the other man wanted. Time to forget it and move on.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Stephen thought he might go mad if he had to listen to this girl rabbit on any longer. The fixed grin he had attached to his face was beginning to hurt. But he still didn’t dare leave the lab. This girl had clearly taken his continued presence in the lab corridor as some sort of sign and was being a bit more than obvious. Stephen was doing his best not to give back any signals and had spent a large portion of the morning trying to palm her off onto Connor. Sadly the boy was so hung up on Abby that he appeared oblivious to all other female presence, so that had been a blow out.
And oh dear god she had her hand on his arm now.
“Oh my, is that the time. I’ve got to go, sorry.”
“But the tanks just got to the right temperature. We’ll be able to get the results soon.”
“Oh you’re a clever girl, you’ll be able to take them. I have to…um…Lester. I have to see Lester. We don’t want to put him in a worse mood than normal do we?” he made the fake smile a little broader, extracted himself and walked backwards towards the door.
Closing the door firmly behind him, Stephen stepped into the corridor and spun, flattening himself against the wall. He knocked his head back against the plaster, annoyed and frustrated at himself. He stood for a minute trying to decide where to go next.
With a sigh he looked down at his feet as the ceiling wasn’t giving him any inspiration. Something on the floor near his foot caught his eye. It was an ARC ID badge. He stooped to pick it up, turning it to look at the name.
Oh great. Bloody Tom bloody Ryan. Stephen took a deep breath, but wasn’t able to tear his gaze away from those intense eyes staring at him from the card. Those eyes that danced with so much humour in person; those eyes that had stared at him lust blown the last two nights; those eyes that he now avoided out of embarrassment as they’d never look at him the way he wanted them to.
Stephen let the breath out with another sigh and wandered off in search of Connor.
Part five here.
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Stephen/Ryan, Connor
Words: 1,842
Rating,Warnings: 18; sexual situations, bad dialogue and the de-flowering of poor innocent guns.
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primeval.
Spoilers: None
AN: This has expanded itself a little but no one seemed to mind so I've gone with it. Parts one and two and three were there.
Ryan sat in the break room, his gun spread out on the table in front of him. He held a cleaning cloth in one hand and the smell of gun oil was strong in the air. He hadn’t seen Stephen all day and was fairly sure that it was intentional on the other man’s part.
He was even more confused now than he had been before last night. Coming home to see Stephen sitting on his doorstep waiting for him had been everything he had wanted. The disappointment he’d felt as he left Stephen’s empty flat had disappeared in a second seeing him. And then Stephen had made that move and given him that spectacular blowjob - and god it had been spectacular - and Ryan had thought that was it, drunk or not. But even better than that, when he had climbed into bed and Stephen had turned to him it made Ryan feel that this was more than just - admittedly incredible - sex, and that there was a chance for something more; that something could actually come from this; something emotional to go with the - really quite incredible - sex. And had he mentioned the sex was incredible?
Ryan sighed and continued to move his hand up and down the barrel of his gun; the cloth sliding easily over the metal with the aid of the gun oil. His mind wandered as his hand lazily continued its action, up and down, up and down…
That first night, they leave the shower and tumble into bed. Tired and sated their bodies move automatically together and they fall asleep, a pleasant tangle of limbs. When Ryan wakes he is initially startled to feel a warm body pressed against his back. Then he focuses on the hand that has trailed up from his waist and is now tracing lazy circles on his chest.
“Morning.” Stephen says and Ryan can feel warm breath against his neck and the hand continues its wanderings on his chest.
“What time is it?” Ryan asks, noticing a lack of sunlight in the room.
“Early. Neither of us has to be in for a couple of hours. And I didn’t get my turn last night.”
Ryan can feel the smile against his shoulder. He pushes, despite knowing full well what the other man means.
“Your turn at what?” He grins into the pillow as he feels the hand on his chest move and his cock starts to twitch in anticipation. Sure enough Stephen’s hand runs down his body, curves over his hip and a finger runs up between his arse cheeks, teasing at his hole.
“Oh that.” he says, this time the humour evident in his voice. It earns him a nip to the shoulder.
The hand moves and Ryan presses his body back against Stephen’s as he feels and hears the other man reach behind him. He grinds his arse against Stephen’s hard cock as he listens to him opening the bottle of lube. Stephen groans and his movements seem to quicken and suddenly there it is. This time the finger at his hole is not tentative or teasing, but slicked and pushing inside. Ryan lets out a low moan and pushes back. Taking it as an invitation, Stephen slides another finger inside and Ryan feels himself being stretched; his muscle being worked and manipulated. He finds himself groaning again and pushing back further. He wants more, so much more.
“Please Stephen, want to feel you.”
Stephen doesn’t need a second invitation. Ryan feels the fingers slip from him and he bites off a disappointed moan knowing what it means. He tries not to move, but his hips are rocking of their own volition as he feels Stephen behind him pulling on a condom and lube it up. Then Stephen’s hand is on his hip and his cock is against his arse. Ryan takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, relaxing as Stephen pushes into him. Stephen stills for a minute and Ryan tries to adjust to the feeling of Stephen filling him so completely. Then, wordlessly, they are both moving, rocking together, bodies slicking with sweat almost immediately, duvet suddenly seeming to weigh down on them, but neither willing to move it away. They press closer together and Ryan is almost overwhelmed by how much he wants this, how much he needs this.
He wraps a hand around his own cock, already leaking pre-come and he is amazed by how much this man turns him on, how close he is already. He starts moving his hand up and down his hard shaft, in time with Stephen pushing into his body. Stephen’s hand leaves his hip then and wraps itself around his own hand. Together they pump his cock as Stephen fucks him, maintaining a frustratingly slow rhythm.
Then Stephen tightens his grip slightly; forces Ryan to stop moving his hand. He moans in disappointment.
“Trust me.” Stephen murmurs in his ear and Ryan makes another noise of protest but makes no move other than to push back harder against Stephen, trying to urge him deeper inside. Ryan grins in satisfaction when the move forces a gasp from Stephen and finally he starts to thrust hard, pushing deep with each thrust.
Ryan matches each movement, pushing back hard until the air is filled with the noise of skin on skin and groans pulled deep from both of them.
Just when he starts to think that he can’t stand it any longer, Stephen’s hand starts to move on his, pumping his cock hard and fast while pushing impossibly deeper into him and with a cry Ryan’s orgasm hits him with a sudden intensity. He can’t even control the way he body is moving as his come spills over both their hands. Ryan is trying to push forwards into their hands and back against Stephen all at the same time. Then he feels Stephen’s body tense behind him and the word “Tom!” is gasped into his ear.
“Ryan? Ryan? You alright there? Something on your mind?”
Ryan looked up with a start to find Connor grinning down at him from the doorway.
“What do you mean?”
Connor looked pointedly at the gun barrel in Ryan’s hand. “I think that bit’s quite clean enough.” He grinned again. “Good, ah, shining action you have there.”
Ryan looked at the gun and realised what he had been doing. He put it down quickly and gave Connor a slightly embarrassed but good natured smile. The smile slipped from his face though as he tracked the young man to the sink and watched him start to wash up the crockery he had brought in with him.
Ryan stalked over to Connor. He wore a pleasant smile as he approached, then Ryan flashed out a hand and grabbed the techy by the arm, spinning him away from the sink and against the wall.
“Connor, where’s Stephen?”
Connor’s eyes widened and he stammered for a second.
“Stephen? I have no idea. Why would I have any idea? I mean Stephen. He’s a law unto himself, Stephen isn’t he? Why would I know where Stephen is?”
“Connor.” Ryan said slowly. “You are carrying his mug. Now where is he?”
Connor squirmed uncomfortably against the wall, a selection of expressions battling for dominance on his face.
“Connor” Ryan said slowly again. “Who are you most scared of; me or Stephen?”
Ryan was perturbed when Connor actually had to stop and think about the answer for a moment.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Ryan stalked through the ARC with purpose. He felt a little bad about what he’d done to Connor but he was fairly sure the guilt wouldn’t last long. Plus, it never hurt to have the scientists a little scared of him; made it easier to control them in the field.
He approached the lab where Stephen was hiding out and peered through the glass. He watched intently for a moment, his breath catching in his throat, before pulling sharply backwards. He leant heavily against the wall, hidden from view of the lab and tried to get his breathing under control.
It all made sense now. Seeing Stephen in there with the pretty brunette lab assistant, the two of them, heads close, that big smile on Stephen’s face as he listened to her talk. Her hand resting on his arm. He had been a mistake, a one off - two off - drunken mistake.
Ryan thunked his head back against the wall, making himself wince. He pulled his body up straight and headed back down the corridor. He would put Stephen and everything that had happened out of his mind once and for all. He was clearly not what the other man wanted. Time to forget it and move on.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Stephen thought he might go mad if he had to listen to this girl rabbit on any longer. The fixed grin he had attached to his face was beginning to hurt. But he still didn’t dare leave the lab. This girl had clearly taken his continued presence in the lab corridor as some sort of sign and was being a bit more than obvious. Stephen was doing his best not to give back any signals and had spent a large portion of the morning trying to palm her off onto Connor. Sadly the boy was so hung up on Abby that he appeared oblivious to all other female presence, so that had been a blow out.
And oh dear god she had her hand on his arm now.
“Oh my, is that the time. I’ve got to go, sorry.”
“But the tanks just got to the right temperature. We’ll be able to get the results soon.”
“Oh you’re a clever girl, you’ll be able to take them. I have to…um…Lester. I have to see Lester. We don’t want to put him in a worse mood than normal do we?” he made the fake smile a little broader, extracted himself and walked backwards towards the door.
Closing the door firmly behind him, Stephen stepped into the corridor and spun, flattening himself against the wall. He knocked his head back against the plaster, annoyed and frustrated at himself. He stood for a minute trying to decide where to go next.
With a sigh he looked down at his feet as the ceiling wasn’t giving him any inspiration. Something on the floor near his foot caught his eye. It was an ARC ID badge. He stooped to pick it up, turning it to look at the name.
Oh great. Bloody Tom bloody Ryan. Stephen took a deep breath, but wasn’t able to tear his gaze away from those intense eyes staring at him from the card. Those eyes that danced with so much humour in person; those eyes that had stared at him lust blown the last two nights; those eyes that he now avoided out of embarrassment as they’d never look at him the way he wanted them to.
Stephen let the breath out with another sigh and wandered off in search of Connor.
Part five here.