Forgive Me?
Title: Forgive Me?
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Ryan/Stephen
Words: 750
Rating, Warnings: 18, dirty talk, self abuse *g*
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primeval.
Spoilers: None
AN: Written for telperion_15's fest prompt 'Stephen/Ryan, sinful'.
“Well, hello soldier.”
“Hart?” Ryan touched a hand to his earpiece in confusion.
“You don’t need to be so formal, we’re not at work now.”
“I am,” Ryan hissed back.
“But I’m not. In fact I’m lounging, naked on your bed.” Stephen’s voice was light and teasing.
“Stephen!” Ryan’s voice was low but full of authority.
“Relax. I’m beginning to discover that being friends with the resident technogenius has more advantages than you would think. We’re on a private frequency. I’m calling from my mobile and no one else can hear us. But if anyone needs you it will break through.”
“Connor? Technogenius? When did you stop calling him ‘geek’?”
“When he made it possible for me to have this much fun.”
Ryan could hear the smile in Stephen’s voice.
“But I am still at work. Still standing guard outside this anomaly.”
“Look, Tom, I just want to talk to you, that’s all.”
“Just talk?”
“Yeah. All you have to do is listen. Think of it like confession. I talk, you listen…”
“Will I have to forgive you for something at the end?”
Ryan’s reply was laughter and he sighed with resignation, glancing around to make sure none of his men were too close as they patrolled his fixed position.
“Fine. What do you have to confess? Have you eaten all the chunky monkey?”
“Nope, I can only confess how much I want you right now.”
“Cheesey.”
“Okay, not only. I should also confess that I’m touching myself while I think of you. That’s a sin isn’t it?”
“Careful.”
“But this is my confession. I’m touching myself and I’m hard and that’s just through thinking about you. Thinking about how good your hand feels when it’s on me; about how much better your mouth feels when you’re sucking my cock.”
“Okay, Stephen, stop now.”
“But there’s so much more to confess, Tom. So many more sinful thoughts in my head. Like how much I want you to be here so you can fuck me. I want to feel you filling my arse.”
“Stephen, I am warning you. Stop it.” But Ryan’s only reply was a slight gasp. “What have you done? What are you doing?” Ryan really didn’t want to hear the answer, his trousers were already uncomfortably tight, but he couldn’t resist asking.
“That was my finger slipping inside me. I’m preparing myself, just like I do when I’m getting ready for you.”
“Shit.” Ryan adjusted his stance, but it did nothing to relieve the pressure.
“God, I’m tight, Tom. I wish you were here to feel this.”
“Stephen, you really have to stop now. I’ll get home as soon as I fucking can okay?” Ryan muttered through clenched teeth. But then he heard a deep moan followed by a distinctive buzzing sound come down the phone. “Fuck’s sake Stephen, tell me you aren’t?”
“Oh, I am.” Stephen’s reply was cut short by another wanton moan. “God it’s good. Fucking myself with this dildo while I imagine it’s you. Can’t tell you how good it feels. But I wish it was you. I wish it was you this deep inside me, pushing in and out of me. Your hand on my cock instead of mine. Fuck.”
Ryan swallowed heavily and tried to adjust his trousers as Stephen’s voice tailed off into another loud moan.
“Seriously, Stephen, stop it now.”
“But I’m not done confessing. I haven’t told you about all my impure thoughts yet. I haven’t told you that when I finally get to replace this dildo that I’m fucking myself with, with your cock, I want you to hold me down. I want it rough, Tom. I want you to come home, pin me to the bed and fuck me through the mattress. Hard and demanding, taking what you want…”
“Fuck!” Ryan couldn’t hide the startled gasp and expletive as he came quickly and suddenly in his combats. Stephen seemed to guess as Ryan’s earpiece was suddenly filled with the considerably louder and longer sounds of Stephen having an intense and drawn out orgasm.
Stephen’s cries were eventually replaced by the sounds of heavy breathing and the buzzing sound stopped.
“I can’t believe you just fucking did that,” Ryan hissed again.
“You came didn’t you?”
“Fuck off. I have to stay like this for the rest of the shift. I hate you.”
“You could have hung up any time you wanted you know.” The self-satisfied smirk was evident in Stephen’s voice.
“I am never forgiving you for this.”
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Ryan/Stephen
Words: 750
Rating, Warnings: 18, dirty talk, self abuse *g*
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primeval.
Spoilers: None
AN: Written for telperion_15's fest prompt 'Stephen/Ryan, sinful'.
“Well, hello soldier.”
“Hart?” Ryan touched a hand to his earpiece in confusion.
“You don’t need to be so formal, we’re not at work now.”
“I am,” Ryan hissed back.
“But I’m not. In fact I’m lounging, naked on your bed.” Stephen’s voice was light and teasing.
“Stephen!” Ryan’s voice was low but full of authority.
“Relax. I’m beginning to discover that being friends with the resident technogenius has more advantages than you would think. We’re on a private frequency. I’m calling from my mobile and no one else can hear us. But if anyone needs you it will break through.”
“Connor? Technogenius? When did you stop calling him ‘geek’?”
“When he made it possible for me to have this much fun.”
Ryan could hear the smile in Stephen’s voice.
“But I am still at work. Still standing guard outside this anomaly.”
“Look, Tom, I just want to talk to you, that’s all.”
“Just talk?”
“Yeah. All you have to do is listen. Think of it like confession. I talk, you listen…”
“Will I have to forgive you for something at the end?”
Ryan’s reply was laughter and he sighed with resignation, glancing around to make sure none of his men were too close as they patrolled his fixed position.
“Fine. What do you have to confess? Have you eaten all the chunky monkey?”
“Nope, I can only confess how much I want you right now.”
“Cheesey.”
“Okay, not only. I should also confess that I’m touching myself while I think of you. That’s a sin isn’t it?”
“Careful.”
“But this is my confession. I’m touching myself and I’m hard and that’s just through thinking about you. Thinking about how good your hand feels when it’s on me; about how much better your mouth feels when you’re sucking my cock.”
“Okay, Stephen, stop now.”
“But there’s so much more to confess, Tom. So many more sinful thoughts in my head. Like how much I want you to be here so you can fuck me. I want to feel you filling my arse.”
“Stephen, I am warning you. Stop it.” But Ryan’s only reply was a slight gasp. “What have you done? What are you doing?” Ryan really didn’t want to hear the answer, his trousers were already uncomfortably tight, but he couldn’t resist asking.
“That was my finger slipping inside me. I’m preparing myself, just like I do when I’m getting ready for you.”
“Shit.” Ryan adjusted his stance, but it did nothing to relieve the pressure.
“God, I’m tight, Tom. I wish you were here to feel this.”
“Stephen, you really have to stop now. I’ll get home as soon as I fucking can okay?” Ryan muttered through clenched teeth. But then he heard a deep moan followed by a distinctive buzzing sound come down the phone. “Fuck’s sake Stephen, tell me you aren’t?”
“Oh, I am.” Stephen’s reply was cut short by another wanton moan. “God it’s good. Fucking myself with this dildo while I imagine it’s you. Can’t tell you how good it feels. But I wish it was you. I wish it was you this deep inside me, pushing in and out of me. Your hand on my cock instead of mine. Fuck.”
Ryan swallowed heavily and tried to adjust his trousers as Stephen’s voice tailed off into another loud moan.
“Seriously, Stephen, stop it now.”
“But I’m not done confessing. I haven’t told you about all my impure thoughts yet. I haven’t told you that when I finally get to replace this dildo that I’m fucking myself with, with your cock, I want you to hold me down. I want it rough, Tom. I want you to come home, pin me to the bed and fuck me through the mattress. Hard and demanding, taking what you want…”
“Fuck!” Ryan couldn’t hide the startled gasp and expletive as he came quickly and suddenly in his combats. Stephen seemed to guess as Ryan’s earpiece was suddenly filled with the considerably louder and longer sounds of Stephen having an intense and drawn out orgasm.
Stephen’s cries were eventually replaced by the sounds of heavy breathing and the buzzing sound stopped.
“I can’t believe you just fucking did that,” Ryan hissed again.
“You came didn’t you?”
“Fuck off. I have to stay like this for the rest of the shift. I hate you.”
“You could have hung up any time you wanted you know.” The self-satisfied smirk was evident in Stephen’s voice.
“I am never forgiving you for this.”