Fic - A Long, Hard Day - Leek - R
(To everyone on my flist who isn't a sick puppy like some people *coughs*, I do apologize. xP May has already walloped me with a frying pan for the writing of the original.)
Title:A Long, Hard Day
Character(s): Oliver Leek, an Etruscan Rhinoceros
Warnings: Wanking, and Leek's vivid imagination (this translates to bestiality)
Rating: R
Word Count: ~685
Spoilers: None
Beta(s): None
Author's Notes: This was first written in response to Luka mentioning how Rule 34 of the Internet did not apply to Etruscan rhinos, according to hers and Fred's research. Fred, upon reading the original, threatened leg-humping and inappropriate widdling. I gave in. (And on that subject, Fred & Kez (not that Kez will read this, heh) will find that I ended up changing my mind about certain things. Let's just say I figured if I was going to write this as Primeval fanfic, than dangit, I might as well go all the way.)
An artist's rendition of an Etruscan rhino can be found here, for the curious.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never mine, just playing. (Though I have dibs on Mr Rhino.)
Summary: In which... Oliver Leek de-stresses after a long day at work, with only the company of his right hand and a video.
Oliver Leek stretched in his office chair, spine popping in a very satisfying manner. It was nearly 10 o'clock at night, and he'd finally completed the latest round of paperwork produced by an anomaly shout. He had thought he was alone, but voices echoed up the ramp, followed by footsteps. Leek frowned - the unmistakeable irritated snark of his boss wasn't unexpected, but the smirking (and equally snarky) drawl of Danny Quinn was. Quite unexpected. Quinn was usually gone by this hour. He heard them stop, somewhere near Lester's office, and promptly scrambled out of his chair. There was no way Oliver would be hanging around to possibly have more paperwork inflicted upon him. A 14 hour shift was quite long enough, thank you.
He tugged his coat straight as he walked down the corridor towards the ramp. Lester and Quinn were either in the midst of some very intense flirting or an argument. It was hard to tell which. Resisting the urge to curl his lip, Oliver forced a falsely cheery, 'Good night, Sir James!' past his lips. Lester quirked an eyebrow at him, while Quinn turned around to stare. Quinn only received a curt nod and condescending smile.
Leek hurried through the ARC's car park, eager to get home. One of the benefits of working here was the private car park - with its own security. He flashed his pass at the guard who nodded him by with a dismissive sneer. Oliver ignored it. The security might be lacking in intelligence - they never could realize just how smart and important he was, the brutes - but it was still certainly a welcome benefit. Public parking had always led to his car being broken into, for some reason.
As he unlocked his car and slid the key's in to the ignition, Oliver's thoughts were already drifting to his computer and the after-work entertainment awaiting him. The drive home was mercifully short, as by the time he was unlocking his door, Oliver was already half-hard.
He had always known working for the Anomaly Project would have its perks. He hadn't, however, figured that this particular indulgence of his could be entertained because of the job.
Oliver couldn't help but smirk to himself as he powered up the computer, tossed his coat and tie aside, and slid into the chair. Really, he should have known better. All the gorgeous creatures, in so many different variations... and the field teams were so very good about bringing back videos of them, too. This latest spate of Pleistocene era anomalies had proven to him once and for all that he really did like mammals best.
It didn't take long to decide on his fantasy of choice. The video of the Etruscan rhino was a particular favourite of his - he'd managed to save it for re-watching, and it had quickly become one of his Most Played videos. Those legs, so long, and thick and heavy. Just like - he licked his lips eagerly - its cock. Its gorgeous, massive, delightfully crooked cock. Undoing his belt, Oliver hit the play button. He then fumbled with his trousers and boxers in his eagerness to free himself from the cloth constraints.
He watched it's cock distend, and slowly stroked his own cock in time with it. His eyelids fluttered, not quite closing, as he watched the animal relieve itself, the steady golden stream splashing against the rock below. His eyes slid shut and he was imagining that cock fully erect and splitting his arse open beyond belief. It would stretch him, and the stretch would burn, and fuck, it was so unendingly long. His hand's motions rapidly increased, sliding, jerking, twisting, and by the time the rhino's cock had withdrawn into its sheath, he was coming with a moan, spilling messily over his hand and stomach.
Leek sat there, slumped in his chair, chest heaving. On the computer screen the rhino grunted and turned awkwardly, head swinging low before the camera. Oliver's eyes followed the sharp length of the front horn, and he found himself wondering just what that might feel like inside him.
Title:A Long, Hard Day
Character(s): Oliver Leek, an Etruscan Rhinoceros
Warnings: Wanking, and Leek's vivid imagination (this translates to bestiality)
Rating: R
Word Count: ~685
Spoilers: None
Beta(s): None
Author's Notes: This was first written in response to Luka mentioning how Rule 34 of the Internet did not apply to Etruscan rhinos, according to hers and Fred's research. Fred, upon reading the original, threatened leg-humping and inappropriate widdling. I gave in. (And on that subject, Fred & Kez (not that Kez will read this, heh) will find that I ended up changing my mind about certain things. Let's just say I figured if I was going to write this as Primeval fanfic, than dangit, I might as well go all the way.)
An artist's rendition of an Etruscan rhino can be found here, for the curious.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never mine, just playing. (Though I have dibs on Mr Rhino.)
Summary: In which... Oliver Leek de-stresses after a long day at work, with only the company of his right hand and a video.
Oliver Leek stretched in his office chair, spine popping in a very satisfying manner. It was nearly 10 o'clock at night, and he'd finally completed the latest round of paperwork produced by an anomaly shout. He had thought he was alone, but voices echoed up the ramp, followed by footsteps. Leek frowned - the unmistakeable irritated snark of his boss wasn't unexpected, but the smirking (and equally snarky) drawl of Danny Quinn was. Quite unexpected. Quinn was usually gone by this hour. He heard them stop, somewhere near Lester's office, and promptly scrambled out of his chair. There was no way Oliver would be hanging around to possibly have more paperwork inflicted upon him. A 14 hour shift was quite long enough, thank you.
He tugged his coat straight as he walked down the corridor towards the ramp. Lester and Quinn were either in the midst of some very intense flirting or an argument. It was hard to tell which. Resisting the urge to curl his lip, Oliver forced a falsely cheery, 'Good night, Sir James!' past his lips. Lester quirked an eyebrow at him, while Quinn turned around to stare. Quinn only received a curt nod and condescending smile.
Leek hurried through the ARC's car park, eager to get home. One of the benefits of working here was the private car park - with its own security. He flashed his pass at the guard who nodded him by with a dismissive sneer. Oliver ignored it. The security might be lacking in intelligence - they never could realize just how smart and important he was, the brutes - but it was still certainly a welcome benefit. Public parking had always led to his car being broken into, for some reason.
As he unlocked his car and slid the key's in to the ignition, Oliver's thoughts were already drifting to his computer and the after-work entertainment awaiting him. The drive home was mercifully short, as by the time he was unlocking his door, Oliver was already half-hard.
He had always known working for the Anomaly Project would have its perks. He hadn't, however, figured that this particular indulgence of his could be entertained because of the job.
Oliver couldn't help but smirk to himself as he powered up the computer, tossed his coat and tie aside, and slid into the chair. Really, he should have known better. All the gorgeous creatures, in so many different variations... and the field teams were so very good about bringing back videos of them, too. This latest spate of Pleistocene era anomalies had proven to him once and for all that he really did like mammals best.
It didn't take long to decide on his fantasy of choice. The video of the Etruscan rhino was a particular favourite of his - he'd managed to save it for re-watching, and it had quickly become one of his Most Played videos. Those legs, so long, and thick and heavy. Just like - he licked his lips eagerly - its cock. Its gorgeous, massive, delightfully crooked cock. Undoing his belt, Oliver hit the play button. He then fumbled with his trousers and boxers in his eagerness to free himself from the cloth constraints.
He watched it's cock distend, and slowly stroked his own cock in time with it. His eyelids fluttered, not quite closing, as he watched the animal relieve itself, the steady golden stream splashing against the rock below. His eyes slid shut and he was imagining that cock fully erect and splitting his arse open beyond belief. It would stretch him, and the stretch would burn, and fuck, it was so unendingly long. His hand's motions rapidly increased, sliding, jerking, twisting, and by the time the rhino's cock had withdrawn into its sheath, he was coming with a moan, spilling messily over his hand and stomach.
Leek sat there, slumped in his chair, chest heaving. On the computer screen the rhino grunted and turned awkwardly, head swinging low before the camera. Oliver's eyes followed the sharp length of the front horn, and he found himself wondering just what that might feel like inside him.