jooles34 | Girls 6/6 (Reply)

Title: Girls 6/6
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Stephen/Ryan, Connor
Words: 1,843
Rating,Warnings: 18
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, two, three, four and five were there.

Ryan was up and at work early as usual. He had a routine and he liked to stick to it. The only time he hadn’t recently was when…yeah, well, didn’t need to think about that any more did he?

He shook his head and shoved his key into his locker. The room was empty, as it always was at this time of day when there hadn’t been an anomaly over night. This was his time for indulging. A steam room had been fitted here months ago so that the soldiers had somewhere to go to help relax stressed muscles after missions, but more often than not they preferred to do that in the pub. So Ryan gladly made use of it every day on his own. It helped him centre, focus and set his mind up for the day.

He opened his locker and a piece of paper fluttered to the ground. A questioning look on his face, he stooped to pick it up, flicking it open. His eyes opened wide as he read it and he glanced as casually as he could around the room. It still looked empty and he took his time to read it again.

“Tom. It’s all been a bit crazy hasn’t it? But I think that we should give this a go; I could be the Hans to your Leia. Not that I think you’re a girl, but just that they are like the most romantic couple in the universe. And they didn’t have it easy to begin with either. But as we’re not kept apart by forces of the Empire I think maybe we should have a chat, so I hope you’ll hang around for long enough to listen when I next see you. May the force be with you, Stephen.”

Ryan took a deep breath. This was unexpected, but certainly not unwelcome. He glanced around briefly, but he was definitely alone. He tucked the note and his gear into the locker and quickly stripped, wrapping a towel around his middle. He had more than usual to clear from his mind in the steam room today. Though if anything was going to happen between him and Stephen, he may have to beat the unexpected geek streak out of him.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Stephen hadn’t exactly slept well. In fact he hadn’t slept well since the night he had…well…the night he and Ryan…never mind. Best not to think about that.

The not sleeping well had led to another early start at the ARC, which had absolutely nothing to do with trying to avoid people. Nothing. He headed straight for the locker rooms to stow his coat and bag for the day. He opened his locker and hefted his bag up when something caught his eye. A piece of folded paper was sticking through the slot of the door, as if it had been poked in-between the air vents.

Carelessly throwing his bag inside he plucked the piece of paper out and opened it.

“Stephen. I’m sorry things have turned sour between us, it was never my intention. I have come to the conclusion that it is because we don’t communicate enough. Please talk to me next time you see me and I guarantee I will be receptive to it. Yours sincerely, Ryan.”

As he studied the note a number of things went through his head.

A note? In his locker? Really? Wasn’t that kind of gir…never mind
Is that really how Ryan writes? It seems very formal.
Does he mean it? If I talk will he really listen?
Have I got things wrong? Is he actually still interested?

Stephen’s head was spinning too much to even attempt to work so he decided to head for the steam room. No one else ever used the bloody thing.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Connor massaged his aching head as he sat down at his terminal. Checking there was no one behind him he pulled up the CCTV files from the night before. He scrolled through the images before carefully removing all traces of two men, one dressed not dissimilarly to him, and the other smarter in an obviously expensive suit, creeping through the ARC late at night. Both were clearly the wrong side of tipsy and the footage caught them sneaking into the locker room in a manner that could only be described as distinctly un-sneaky. The camera followed them as they posted pieces of paper into two of the lockers, before hurrying away, arms around each other and giggling like a pair of schoolgirls.

He then covered his eyes as a precaution and, peering through half-gloved fingers, checked the current feed from the locker room. In a celebratory move he pulled his hand to him and muttered “yes” as loud as his head would allow. He quickly printed an ‘out of order’ sign and ran downstairs.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Ryan was lying on his back on one of the long wooden benches, towel draped casually over his lap, another pillowed under his head, an arm slung over his closed eyes. His body was starting to relax even though his mind was working ten to the dozen.

He heard footsteps outside the steam room door and moved his arm enough that he could see, but that it wasn’t obvious he was looking. He let his body appear relaxed, but was instantly alert, wary; a soldier’s instincts that never relented no matter where he was.

The door opened and he could see a man’s body silhouetted in the steam. Ryan instantly knew who it was. He froze.

Stephen, for his part, took a little longer to adjust to the steam and couldn’t immediately make out the figure stretched out on the bench. He took a couple more steps into the room and peered through the cloud, his skin instantly starting to sweat from the heat. Then the body in front of him came into focus and one look at the muscular chest told him exactly who it was. He froze.

Ryan spoke first.

“I wasn’t expecting us to meet here.”

“Neither was I.” Stephen struggled to find his voice. Then he remembered the note; Ryan was willing to listen.

“Look, the other night, it was…”

“Are you telling me now you think it was a mistake?” Ryan asked, feigning indifference.

“Do you think it was a mistake?”

“Well, we’re mates aren’t we?”

“Yeah, yeah we’re mates.” Stephen tried to keep the disappointment out of his voice. “Mates.”

“Mates” Ryan confirmed his voice devoid of emotion. “Come and sit down at least.” Ryan swung his legs over the edge of the bench and sat up, leaving room for Stephen.

Stephen took another step forward and watched as a trickle of sweat ran down Ryan’s torso. His tongue involuntarily moved to lick his lips and he couldn’t help but stare. The move wasn’t lost on Ryan.

Ryan’s arm shot out and he grabbed Stephen, pulling the other man towards him and down. Stephen found himself in an awkward position. His knees were pressed up against Ryan’s and the other man’s grip had him bent forwards, his hand pressed against the wooden bench at Ryan’s side. Stephen was nearly off balance and his face was a breath away from Ryan’s.

“Except I don’t think you want to just be mates.” Ryan said, his voice low but firm and as loaded with seduction as he could muster. “Time to be honest Stephen.”

Stephen swallowed thickly. Another bead of sweat made its way slowly down Ryan’s temple and Stephen just wanted to reach out his tongue and lick it.

“I…I…”

Ryan’s other hand reached out and yanked the towel from around Stephen’s waist. His already erect cock sprang free and Stephen gasped. They both looked down. Ryan grinned.

“That part of you really doesn’t just want to be mates. So what is it Stephen? Do we have something here? Something that’s worth giving a go anyway?”

Stephen found his voice. “Just sex?”

Ryan tried to keep the irritation from his voice, “No, not just sex. These last few days, not talking to you, not having a laugh, not being around you, it’s been…well it’s been shit.”

Stephen fidgeted, his awkward position uncomfortable.

Ryan took advantage of the moment and moved quickly. “Oh, fuck talking.”

He pulled the towel off his own lap, then used his knees to force Stephen’s apart. Releasing Stephen’s hand he grabbed his hips and pulled him onto his lap. He kept pulling until their chests were flush and their mouths met in a hot, messy, hungry kiss.

Stephen’s arms came up and he grabbed Ryan’s head with one, crushing their mouths closer together, the other digging into the muscle of Ryan’s shoulder as if he were holding on for dear life.

As they kissed Stephen moved his hips, rolling on Ryan’s lap, their cocks butting, causing moans to escape into each other’s mouths. Ryan reached a hand between them and gripped them both, pressing their cocks firmly against each other and starting to pump firmly.

Stephen broke the kiss, panting, “I think I have lube. Locker. Somewhere.”

“No time. Want this now. Next time.”

“There’ll be a next time?”

“Fuck’s sake.” Ryan used a flick of his wrist to shut Stephen up and reclaimed his mouth.

Days of built up tension and frustration boiled up and their movements became frantic. They moved their bodies together, hands roaming, sliding along sweat slicked flesh, blunt nails digging into toned muscle. They were both thrusting hard into Ryan’s hand as their mouths sought each other’s necks, tasting, licking, biting.

“Fuck, fuck.” Stephen gasped a litany of expletives into Ryan’s neck as his orgasm burned through his body. He gave another hard thrust, then his body stilled for a second before pleasure tore through him and he came with a harsh cry, head tipped back and coated Ryan’s hand.

“Fuck yes.” gasped Ryan, before he too came hard, holding Stephen tight against his body.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

They had made their way to the showers, cleaning each other off and sharing languid kisses until they heard footsteps approaching and with rueful grins they had parted, dressed and made their way to the break-room for breakfast.

They sat now at a table in the far corner, away from prying ears, and they each clutched a cup of coffee. Neither of them could keep the daft grins off their faces as they chatted.

“So, we’re good then?” Stephen finally asked.

“Well I don’t know about you, but I’m really good right now.” This caused a fresh wave of grinning. “By the way, I didn’t realise you were such a fan of Star Wars.”

“I’m not. What do you mean?”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Connor was sat at his terminal chatting to Abby when the door opened and Ryan and Stephen stormed through. They looked pointedly at him and starting walking with a purposeful stride.

“Um. Gotta go.” Connor nearly fell off is chair as he turned and fled up to the relative safety of Lester’s office. If he was going down, he wasn’t going down alone.