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Staying Out to Play
Aug. 4th, 2011 11:21 amTitle: Staying Out to Play
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Stephen/Ryan
Words: 142
Rating,Warnings: PG
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primeval.
Spoilers: None.
AN: I may have had a little bit of a drinkie last night, which may have made me decide that I had to write drunk Stephen. I may have also decided that![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lukadreaming had to give me a prompt. She humoured me with “last man standing”.
Stephen stood and studied the floor. He was fairly sure it was moving. He was also fairly sure that floors weren’t supposed to do that.
Two arms suddenly slipped around his waist and he felt himself being pulled back against a firm body. Warm lips kissed his neck and then moved up to his ear.
“It’s time we went home,” Ryan said.
“But the boys said they wanted to play a game,” Stephen protested. “We should stay and play with them.”
“They are playing a game. It’s called ‘last man standing’ and trust me sweetie, you are not going to win. We should go home.”
“But I don’t want to,” Stephen replied petulantly.
The lips moved back to his neck and he felt teeth nip against the soft flesh there. It seemed like a pretty convincing argument to him.
“Home it is!”
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Stephen/Ryan
Words: 142
Rating,Warnings: PG
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primeval.
Spoilers: None.
AN: I may have had a little bit of a drinkie last night, which may have made me decide that I had to write drunk Stephen. I may have also decided that
lukadreaming had to give me a prompt. She humoured me with “last man standing”. Stephen stood and studied the floor. He was fairly sure it was moving. He was also fairly sure that floors weren’t supposed to do that.
Two arms suddenly slipped around his waist and he felt himself being pulled back against a firm body. Warm lips kissed his neck and then moved up to his ear.
“It’s time we went home,” Ryan said.
“But the boys said they wanted to play a game,” Stephen protested. “We should stay and play with them.”
“They are playing a game. It’s called ‘last man standing’ and trust me sweetie, you are not going to win. We should go home.”
“But I don’t want to,” Stephen replied petulantly.
The lips moved back to his neck and he felt teeth nip against the soft flesh there. It seemed like a pretty convincing argument to him.
“Home it is!”
