jooles34 | Presents in Pretty Packaging

Title: Presents in Pretty Packaging
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Lester/Ryan/Lyle
Words: 2,221
Rating,Warnings: 18 threeway man smut
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primeval.
Spoilers: It would be impressive to find enough plot for there to be a spoiler
AN: Written for

joereaves who wanted threeway man sex between Lester and soldier boys. Lyle belongs to

fredbassett, hope you don't mind him playing.

Lester sat back in his chair and stretched his achy muscles. It had been a bastard of a day and he’d spent most of the afternoon on the phone justifying and defending the actions of his team to a very irate ministry. He glanced at the clock on his wall; 7.15 already and he still had the majority of his reports to write. He sighed and rubbed a hand over his eyes. He wouldn’t be getting out of here for a while but he needed a break. And something to relax his aching back.

His mind wandered to the showers downstairs in the locker room. He wouldn’t normally go down there; Lester believed in letting staff have their own spaces where they knew management wouldn’t bother them. Oh, he knew everyone would think it was because he wouldn’t deign himself to go down there, but Lester was quite happy with that assumption. But the ARC should be pretty much be deserted by now; everyone had left soon after they had returned from the last mission; grabbing what rest they could before the next one.

He pushed his chair back from his desk and retrieved a spare shirt from the slim wardrobe across his office. He headed downstairs without a second thought.

Walking into the locker room he was surprised to see Captain Ryan and Lieutenant Lyle lounging against lockers on opposite sides of the room. They stopped talking as he entered, looking as surprised to see him as he was to see them. He gave them a nod and graced them with a small smile as they both stiffened to something akin to attention.

“At ease gentlemen; we’re all off the clock. Carry on.”

But they both still acknowledged him with a “sir” as he passed them.

He grabbed a towel from the clean laundry bin as he entered the shower area. He lowered his braces and pulled at his tie. Unthreading the silk through his collar he hung it on the hook on top of his clean shirt. Making quick work of his shirt buttons he tugged the material out of his trousers and peeled it off. He hung it on a lower hook while he toed off his shoes. His socks were stuffed into the shoes moments later and then Lester was able to unbuckle, lower and remove his trousers.

He hesitated for a second before lowering his boxers, suddenly mindful of the two soldiers outside. He could still hear the low, wordless hum of them talking and it had been a long time since he’s been in communal showers. He shrugged to himself and carried on.

Lester spun the tap and waited for the water to heat up before stepping in. He stood with his eyes closed allowing the steaming water to fall on his head. He lifted his arms and ran his hands over his face, as if he could scrub off the fatigue of the day. He pushed his hands back through his hair, suddenly remembering that he didn’t have any shampoo or soap. ‘Oh well,’ he thought ‘I’m not here to get clean, just to relax a bit.’

He turned and put his hands against the wall, bracing himself as he took a step back, before lowering his head, resting his forehead on the cool tiles. The water beat down on his back and shoulders. It was good, but was barely making a dent in the tension he felt in his muscles.

The water continued to rain down on him and he closed his eyes. He centred his mind on each jet of water as it hit his skin; focused on the sound of the spray as it came off him and splashed onto the tiles beneath his feet.

What he didn’t focus on was the fact that he could no longer hear Ryan and Lyle talking.

Lester was zoning out, finally starting to feel the day fall from him as the water slid from his skin. Suddenly he felt a hand on his back. He started and tried to straighten but the hand applied a gentle pressure, firmly but gently keeping him in place.

“Oh no Sir, please stay like that. You look like a delicious present displayed for us like that.”

“What?”

Lester heard a chuckle in response to the obvious loss of his normal poise.

“It’s okay Sir, it’s just us, Lyle and Ryan. We realised you had no shower gel or anything so thought we’d bring some in. Then we saw you like that and we couldn’t resist.”

“We’ve seen you look at us.” Lyle took over smoothly and Lester felt another hand appear on his back. The hands started running over his wet skin. “And we think you like what you see. We certainly like what we see.”

“I don’t know what you’re tal…” Lester started to protest, but he was cut off as both men applied both their hands to his body; one each tracing lazy patterns on his back, and one each running up and down his thighs, slowly over his arse.

“You don’t have to pretend any more Sir, there’s no point in denying it.” Lyle interrupted again. “We’ve been waiting for an opportunity like this, because we’ve been watching you too.”

“Watching the way you move, they way you speak. You have no idea how much fun we have had together while imagining what it would be like to strip you out of your suit, piece by piece.”

“Suit, silk, cotton, leather, unwrapping until we got to the prize underneath.”

“It was a shame to miss the undressing, but the prize is more than worth it.”

The whole time they were talking four hands continued to roam over Lester’s body. A little voice in the back of his mind kept telling him that he should just stand up, move; tell them to stop. But it was over-ridden by the rest of his mind that couldn’t deny what they were saying. He had noticed both of them, had often fantasised about gun-calloused hands wrapped around his cock; wondered what it would be like to feel the weight of one them pressing down against him, pinning him to the mattress as he moaned his release into a pillow.

And his body was in firm agreement with that part of brain. His skin shivered despite the continued heat of the shower and his breathing was already a little laboured. He felt his body flushing and blood flooded to his groin.

“But we did remember the shower gel.” Ryan said, the grin evident in his voice.

Lester felt one pair of hands leave him while the other continued their ministrations. He kept his head against the wall, not looking behind him, just enjoying the sensations being levelled on his body. Then he felt something being poured the length of his back, quickly caught by hands moving over him. The shower gel slicked their movements even more and Lester let out a moan at the feeling. More shower gel was poured over his buttocks and thighs and the hands moved. Four hands now slid easily over his skin. A hand slipped between his thighs and brushed against his balls, but made no attempt to linger, much to his disappointment.

Lester was hard now, all doubt long since fled his mind so when he felt a slicked finger tease at his entrance he didn’t even try to hold in the moan that rumbled up his throat. He rocked back onto the intrusion, pulling another low chuckle from the two men.

A second finger was added alongside the first and Lester could feel them moving independently so he knew that both men were fingering him. The thought went straight to his cock, making it twitch. He was desperate to be touched but at the same time didn’t want any of the hands on or in his body to stop doing what they were doing.

The fingers pushed harder, deeper into him and pressed against the bundle of nerves that made his whole body jerk.

“God yes. Don’t stop.”

“Is that an order Sir?” Lester was oblivious to the gentle sarcasm in the soldier’s voice as the probing fingers had done exactly as he asked and he moaned, pushing further back. Lester was vaguely aware that as they were moving the fingers were stretching him, preparing him.

“Please.” There was no way that Lester could keep the needy tone from his voice and it wasn’t lost on Ryan or Lyle.

“I think he wants something from us Jon.”

“I think you’re right Tom.”

“I’m still you’re superior officer Lieutenant.” The humour was evident in Ryan’s voice. “On your knees boy.”

Lester tried to look to the side as the two men talked but he was distracted by both of their fingers pulling out of his arse. He let out a small moan of disappointment until two strong hands gripped his hips and pulled him backwards.

“Come back further from the wall James, I assume I can call you James now? No, don’t let go, keep your hands on the wall, just bend further forward. That’s it, now spread your legs for me. You’d do anything I ask of you right now wouldn’t you Sir? And for the record, Sir is still a lot more fun than James, especially when I have you practically begging for me.”

The last was said with Ryan’s mouth close to Lester’s neck, the words breathed just under his ear and causing a shiver to run through him.

A hand reached past him and shut off the water that had still been beating down on his back. The room, though large, was full of steam by now and the temperature remained high. Lester stood, hands against the wall, legs spread, body trembling in anticipation.

Then Lyle was moving next to his head. With a wicked grin the soldier dropped to his knees and manoeuvred himself under Lester’s arm. Lester looked down at him with what he knew was naked hunger in his eyes and didn’t care.

Lyle was naked, his skin wet from their time in the shower, water dripping over the tight muscle displayed under tanned skin. Lithe and toned, his body was even better than Lester had imagined. Lester groaned, as still grinning, Lyle took hold of Lester’s cock and started to slowly stroke it. Lester moaned and closed his eyes as the hands on his hips left his body. He heard the click of the shower gel being opened again and let out another low moan. Listening he couldn’t mistake the sound of flesh being slicked.

Then the hands were back on him, spreading is arse cheeks and the blunt end of Ryan’s cock pressed against his opening. Lester’s eyes shot open again as Ryan forced his way past the tight ring of muscle at the same time Lyle engulfed his cock with his mouth.

He let out a cry and stilled his whole body, fighting the urge to come with every fibre of his being. Sensing his predicament Lyle and Ryan both stopped moving briefly, letting the other man adjust. Then Lyle flicked his tongue, while tightening his hand around the base of Lester’s cock, stopping him from coming as Ryan pushed forward with a grunt, seating himself fully inside Lester’s body.

Lester let out a low groan, then gasped as a Ryan pulled out nearly all the way before thrusting back in. The movement rocked Lester forwards and pushed his cock further into the willing mouth of Lyle at his feet.

Ryan gripped Lester’s hips firmly with both hands, trying to hold him as still as possible so he could fuck Lester as hard he wanted without hurting Lyle. Lyle used his mouth and hand to engulf as much of Lester’s cock as he could, sucking and licking as he moved his mouth along the hard shaft.

Lyle moaned and Lester looked down to see the soldier had he free hand wrapped around his own cock, pumping hard.

“Oh fuck yes.” Lester breathed. “Fuck.”

Ryan echoed his sentiments and adjusted his angle, pulling a strangled moan from Lester as he started to nail his prostate with each thrust.

Lester felt his body start to tremble, his orgasm welling in his stomach, making his legs feel weak and his balls to tighten.

“Please, please.” Lester found himself whimpering a mantra of need and not caring. Ryan pounded him harder and Lyle worked his cock faster and with ragged cry Lester came hard, spilling himself into Lyle’s hot mouth. His muscles spasmed and clenched around Ryan and he too came, hard and loud. Lyle’s orgasm was quieter, his own noise lost around Lester’s still pulsing cock as he coated his own hand in come.

Lester felt as though his knees would buckle, he had been in the same position for a long time and the sensations had been intense. He felt a firm hand press against his abdomen from below and a pair of strong arms wrap around his waist. Lester straightened and was pulled back against Ryan’s body as Lyle stood and plastered himself to his front. Lyle kissed him, warm and languid as the pair helped support him.

“I think sir,” Ryan’s voice whispered in his ear, “that you are done working for the night.”

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aoifes_isle

Yum, yum.

*runs off with a copy of the fic*

jooles34.livejournal.com

*g* Thank you, glad you liked it.

telperion-15.livejournal.com

Yowser! Yummy threesome!shower!porn! :D

Thank you very muchly.

kerry-louise.livejournal.com

Hot. Damn.

I know this was for Joe, but it made me feel a lot better too!

Hee! Glad you liked and it helped you feel better.

BTW...that icon kinda kills me. That top of the hips to top of the cock part of a man is the main part of a man's body that totally makes me melt on sight.