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Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Stephen/Ryan
Words: 2,062
Rating,Warnings: 18, Man sex including rimming
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primeval.
Spoilers: None
AN: This was written for
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“That’s it,” Stephen chides himself aloud, “you’ve officially turned into a 15 year-old girl. Very well done.”
He pushes himself off the sofa and walks to the fridge; jerking it open in a movement he knows is as childish as his behaviour during the rest of the evening. Plucking a beer from the fridge he resists the urge to open the bottle on the counter top just because he can, and instead reaches for a bottle opener. The familiar schnick as the cap comes off heartens him slightly and he dips his head quickly to catch some foam that bubbles up the neck of the bottle.
With a vague idea that it’s a stupid move he walks back to the sofa and collapses into it again. He convinces himself he is still watching TV but with a sigh he knows he is deluding himself. The pattern is fairly simple.
- Watch TV.
- Take nothing in.
- Flick eyes to phone on side of sofa.
- Sip beer and star blankly at TV again.
- Pick up phone and check that yes, there is still signal.
- Be disappointed that the phone is not, in fact, broken.
- Lather, rinse, repeat.
With another sigh Stephen lifts the bottle to his lips again and takes another long pull. Until last night he had been a grown up; a nice sensible adult who did manly things like chase dinosaurs and look good with a gun. And now he is acting like a girl. He looks at his phone again, swears at himself, takes another swig of beer and lets his mind drift back to the night before…
They had over come their initial unease around each other to become something they both considered to be friends. Stephen enjoyed Ryan’s company; he liked listening to his stories of battle and comradeship and knew that Ryan actually admired him for the skills he had. Last night they had both been leaving work late and were both hungry, so going for a curry seemed together seemed like a logical step.
By the time they left the restaurant the local pubs had shut, but neither man was ready for bed. They still had a trying day to work out of their systems. So with laughter and jokes they had ended up back at Stephen’s flat.
They sat on the sofa, beers in hand and chatted comfortably. They shared stories, bitched some more about Lester and laughed at the follies of scientists. They talked about the past, old loves – the good and bad – and the future.
A silence fell between them as, with a look, they shared what neither of them would voice. They were discussing a future that was tentative at best in the career that they had both found themselves in.
That’s when the air seemed to still and something both of them had kept buried and denied rushed to the surface. As if pulled by an invisible force neither of them could control or resist they both leant forward on the sofa, their faces drawn closer and closer.
Their lips brushed, tentative for a second, but when neither moved to pull back the hint of gentleness fell away. Beers were placed clumsily on the floor as hands sought a different kind of comfort. Stephen’s hands came up to Ryan’s head, pulling him closer. Ryan wrapped his hands around the back of Stephen’s neck and held him tight as they kissed, hard and messy, a need they had both denied forcing its way out.
Falling back on the sofa they pressed their bodies together, both moaning through their kisses as they felt each other’s arousal pressing against them. They rutted together, both straining to get feeling and friction against the other’s body, but unwilling to break the contact they had. Their movements became more erratic, pushing harder against each other.
Stephen moved under Ryan, trying to manoeuvre himself into a better position. The movement caused gravity to realise that the sofa was not designed for two grown men to be partaking in activity like this and Ryan fell uncharacteristically clumsily to the floor.
“Bed now.” he growled. As he pulled himself to his feet, he reached forward and grabbed Stephen by the front of his shirt, hauling him upright. He pulled the two of them close together again and their hands knotted in each other’s clothes as their lips met once more.
They continued to kiss hungrily as they stumbled towards Stephen’s bed. Ryan let go of Stephen and pushed him backwards, standing and looking down at him for a second. Then he gripped the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it up and over his head.
Stephen stared at the sight in front of him. Ryan looked incredible. Muscle defined under tanned skin. He shook himself mentally. Staring wasn’t going to get him anywhere. He pushed himself up into a sitting position and pulled off his shirt and t-shirt, throwing them to the floor. Then he followed Ryan’s lead and swiftly removed his trousers and underwear, just in time for a naked Ryan to climb onto the bed and push him firmly down onto his back.
Stephen moaned as he was once again claimed by a kiss from the other man. Ryan broke the kiss and started to make his way down Stephen’s body, trailing messy, open mouthed kisses down his neck, chest and stomach. Stephen pulled in a deep breath as Ryan reached his cock, then let out a distinctly unmanly squeak of disappointment as Ryan studiously ignored it and continued to kiss down his thighs.
Then Ryan hooked his hands under Stephen’s knees and pushed them up towards his body as his tongue continued to move down. Stephen gasped and his eyes rolled back in his head as Ryan’s tongue circled his hole, teasing and flicking at the sensitive skin. Ryan couldn’t help a grin at Stephen’s reaction and with a little smirk to himself he pushed his tongue through the tight ring of muscle. Stephen’s reaction was immediate and Ryan was glad that he had a tight grip on his raised thighs as Stephen’s hips bucked off the bed.
Ryan groaned and felt his cock get almost uncomfortably hard as he continued to wring a string of moans, groans and sighs from Stephen; working his tongue in and out of his hole, probing, thrusting, flicking at the puckered skin. Finally he couldn’t take it any more. He needed to be touched and more to the point he needed to be in this hot, tight body.
However it was still with some reluctance that he lifted himself from his position between Stephen’s thighs. He grinned as the other man made a needy sound of disappointment.
“Can I take it that you enjoyed that?” Ryan asked, lowering Stephen’s knees.
Stephen lifted his head, his eyes dark with lust, his breath still coming heavily. Ryan was torn between focusing on that open face, full of desire and the thick, hard cock twitching just in front of his face, leaking pre-come.
“Can’t remember last time anyone…did…” he trailed off and his head fell back on the pillow. Ryan smirked again and licked his lips as his decision was taken away from him and he could drink in the delicious site of that cock in front of him. He wanted to taste, but before he could move Stephen twisted and yanked open the drawer next to his bed, pulling out a box of condoms and a bottle of lube. Both were thrown to Ryan. Ryan looked at the box as he caught it in his hands.
“How many times are you expecting me to fuck you tonight?” he laughed.
“At least once would be nice. Get the fuck on with it.” Stephen growled back.
Ryan’s face darkened in a way that made Stephen shiver with anticipation. He dropped the box and picked up the lube, pouring a liberal amount onto his fingers. With no further pre-ample he pressed two to Stephen’s already wet hole and pushed them inside the other man’s body. Stephen let out a groan that went right through Ryan and he scissored his fingers, stretching the muscle and making sure the lube was spread evenly. He pushed his fingers in and out, careful to tease but not to brush his prostate.
“Godammit Ryan; NOW!”
Unwilling and unable to resist the other man any longer Ryan ripped the condom box open and tore open one of the packets. He knelt up, moving up Stephen’s body, rolled the condom on and slicked himself with more lube. Stephen pulled a pillow out from under his head and pushed it under his hips, raising them off the bed. He hooked his hands under his knees and lifted them towards his chest, exposing himself fully for Ryan.
Ryan didn’t need a second invitation.
He leant forward and pushed the head of his cock against Stephen’s opening. They both let out a moan as Ryan breached him. Then Stephen’s hands flew up, grabbing at Ryan and pulling him down onto him and further into him and at the same time thrust his hips up.
“God.” breathed Ryan, “Keep doing that and I’m not going to last.”
“Don’t care. Want it.” said Stephen, through open mouthed bites to Ryan’s shoulder. Ryan groaned again and held firmly to Stephen’s hips as he pulled himself back, before pounding back into him. Stephen’s back arched so Ryan repeated the move; over and over again.
Ryan kept changing the angle of his thrusts until he had Stephen writhing underneath him, the other man’s hands grabbing at his back, urging him on. Stephen slipped a hand between their bodies and grabbed his needy cock, pulling in time with Ryan’s movements. The room was full of the sounds of wanton gasps and groans, flesh striking sweat slicked flesh and breathy moans to gods and each other.
Stephen felt his orgasm curling in his stomach and Ryan sensed its imminent arrival in the way the man’s body tensed. He kept up his pace, driving harder and deeper into him until Stephen’s body bucked and arched under him and he felt the hot wetness of Stephen’s orgasm against his stomach. It was all he could stand and with a final cry he drove himself deep into Stephen’s body, coming hard.
Ryan collapsed on top of Stephen, but rolled of quickly aware that his bulk on his chest was not going to help Stephen get his breath back. Their heads lolled so that they were facing each other. Grins spread lazily on their faces.
“God, that was…”
“Yeah,” Stephen agreed. “It really was.”
Ryan shifted a bit and retrieved the box of condoms from where it was digging into his back. He held it in the air and examined it.
“Maybe I should see how many of these I can use tonight.”
Stephen snatched them out of his hand. “Who says you get to use them all?” he asked with a grin.
Ryan’s eyes flashed as Stephen’s intentions sunk in and he swallowed deeply. “Careful or I might never let you go.”
…But that had been last night and today they had barely said two words to each other. They passed in the corridors, shared an awkward tea related moment in the rest room under the confused gaze of Connor Temple, but not once mentioned last night.
Stephen tried to convince himself that it was a work thing; keeping things separated. So he had thought that maybe his phone would ring as he left for the day. An invitation for another drink perhaps. You know, something, anything.
But no, his phone stubbornly refused to ring. And now he has been sitting at home for a couple of hours, with his phone mocking him and his bed still smelling of their time together.
Not that he had laid on the bed, groaning when he had caught the scent of Ryan mixed in with the heady smell of sex and lube. Nope. Not at all.
Stephen glares at his phone again. It stares back blankly. And silently. He thunks his head back against his sofa.
“Yup. I’m a girl.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Ryan picks up his phone and studies it for what must be the 1,000th time.
“Ring you fucker.” he growls at it, before mentally slapping himself for acting like such a girl.
Part two.
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Date: 2011-01-30 08:12 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-01-30 08:25 pm (UTC)Ahem. Getting a little carried away there.
Loved that! And rimming! *faints*
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Date: 2011-02-01 01:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-30 08:34 pm (UTC)And mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, very yummy sexytimes!
Also that icon is great.
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Date: 2011-02-01 01:43 pm (UTC)And icon of awesome was from a batch posted on Denial recently. Maker will be on my LJ.
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Date: 2011-01-30 09:05 pm (UTC)Lovely, steamy, sexy fic!
ONE OF YOU TWO MAN UP AND MAKE THE CALL!
Ahem.
A sequel would not go amiss here ;)
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Date: 2011-02-01 01:46 pm (UTC)Thanks so much, glad you liked...and am plotting a follow up...
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Date: 2011-01-30 10:31 pm (UTC)Although they should both really stop being such *boys* about the whole thing! *g*
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Date: 2011-01-30 10:41 pm (UTC)But oh my god, men and phone calls. JUST DO IT. ONE OF YOU. PLEASE.
A sequel would be truly fantastic...ahem. *vbg*
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Date: 2011-02-01 01:47 pm (UTC)Plotting follow up...can't promise they will man up any time soon...
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Date: 2011-01-30 10:58 pm (UTC)This was totally gorgeous, mmmmm, hotsex yay!
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Date: 2011-02-01 01:49 pm (UTC)Thanks, glad you liked.
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Date: 2011-02-01 01:51 pm (UTC)*g*, thank you, glad you liked this.
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Date: 2011-01-31 02:48 pm (UTC)This was very hot! *flails*
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