Primeval Fanfiction: Some Kinks Are Not For Everyone
Title: Some Kinks Are Not For Everyone
Author: TalliW
Pairings: Ryan/Stephen, mention of Stephen/Nick and Stephen/Helen
Rating: M
Disclaimer: Primeval is the property of Impossible Pictures. I write just for fun.
Acknowledgments: Thanks to Fredbassett for beta-reading. I couldn't have done it without you.
Summary: Stephen is a damaged guy but Ryan loves him anyway
Warnings: mentions of kinks including watersports and roleplaying
He lay in the warm sand of the Red Sea and enjoyed the hot wind playing gently with his hair whilst his lover snored softly in a beach chair half a metre away.
The sea was rather turbulent that day and more than once the extension of a wave had already touched their feet. But still it had been a great idea taking a break from work for a few hours.
His eyes rested gently on the white scars, clearly visible on Stephen's toned body. He ignored the large wave which rolled onto the shore and washed his hip. He just grunted in annoyance as his shorts were drenched with warm water. What did it matter? His shorts would dry soon under the hot Egyptian sun and the strong smell would...
"Bloody hell," Ryan cursed and sat up in his bed. "You’ve forgotten to put on your nappy again, Stephen," he growled and nudged the still-sleeping man next to him.
Stephen opened his eyes and looked innocently up at him.
"It's a pity you don't care much for watersports. We could have so much fun together. Nick always loved it," Stephen finally said, not in the slightest bit ashamed that he had peed on the bed.
"Oh no, not that again," Ryan moaned quietly as Stephen launched into a long-winded tirade about the good qualities of first void urine for the body and the clean skin Cutter had had thanks to him.
Sometimes Ryan really felt a strong urge to throttle Cutter.
In the end it was all Cutter's fault that Stephen was so messed up. It wasn’t enough that he had used Stephen for his own kinky pleasure for years. Ryan didn't even want to think about what might have gone on in the full BDSM equipped basement room in Cutter's house. The professor had also driven Stephen right into the arms of his insane wife. In the past and also again in the present.
And whilst Cutter had managed to defend Stephen from a batch of hungry creatures until the soldiers arrived, with just a mop and some aggressive detergent he had found in a broom cupboard, Stephen hadn't survived his recent encounter with Helen and the other predators completely unscathed. Some scars on Stephen's previously flawless body and his nightly incontinence had been the result of Cutter's stupid behaviour towards his former lover. Albeit the doctor said the incontinence was just due to post-traumatic stress disorder and therefore only temporary.
Certainly all that wouldn't have happened either if Stephen hadn't been such idiot who had fallen for Helen's lies all over again. Instead of waiting until Ryan had come back from his mission to work through the row they had had, Stephen had stumbled into bed with Helen and fucked her into the ground.
Ryan had been very angry when he had heard about all those events after his return.
But because Stephen had paid such a high prize for his misconduct Ryan had found it difficult to uphold his grudge for long.
The day Stephen had been released from hospital he had forgiven him and taken him back. Stephen was his idiot after all.
At the moment a very wet and goofily grinning idiot who urgently needed a shower.
"Up with you. Take a shower while I change the bedding," he ordered and Stephen sprang out of the bed, saluted him and marched into the bathroom.
Ryan had just zipped up the pillow case as Stephen returned.
"Do you prefer the plain white one or the one for kinky men, " Stephen asked with a smirk and held two nappies up to him. The left one had actually little pink hearts printed on then and Ryan didn't need to ask which sort kinky men favoured.
"I don't care," Ryan muttered and straightened out the sheets.
"So you don't want to play daddy with me?"
Ryan did not even deem that question worthy of an answer.
"You know, sometimes you are really boring for a badass soldier. Helen always loved it when I called her mummy while I was nibbling on her breast. Are you sure you don't want to try out roleplaying?"
Stephen's pouting was rather cute and his pose very seductive. Ryan could feel his blood heading south under Stephen's smug look.
It was in moments like this when Ryan asked himself why he put up with this sick bastard. Then Stephen wriggled his arse and Ryan's cock took full interest.
When Ryan buried himself balls-deep in Stephen's arse without any preparation or lubricant and Stephen just groaned in excitement, Ryan realised why he still preferred this crazy, damaged guy over all the nice well-behaved boys he could have.