Girls 3/6
Title: Girls 3/6
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Stephen/Ryan
Words: 1,174
Rating,Warnings: 18, Oral sex. Drunk Stephen.
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. (Will be ammending headers etc soon). Part one and two were there.
Stephen’s head still hung low, his phone in his hand. He hadn’t quite got as far as pressing the buttons to dial the number yet, but he was going to. Yup, any moment he was going to, it was just that the night air seemed to have increased the potency of the whisky in his veins and things were just a little tricky at the moment.
He suddenly became aware of footsteps walking up the short path towards him. He raised his head and focused slowly on the man in front of him.
“You’re not home.” Stephen said.
“Neither are you.” Ryan answered with a smile. “Whisky was it?”
“Li’l bit.” Stephen held up two fingers in front of his face to indicate just how little.
With a shake of his head, Ryan held out a hand to help Stephen to his feet. Pulling hard, Stephen was suddenly upright and managing to surprise himself; so much so that he staggered forward a step and ended up in a slightly ungainly embrace with the other man, their faces close.
“Let’s get you inside.” Ryan said, ignoring the spark of heat that ran through his body just having Stephen this close to him.
“But there’s no one home.” Stephen protested.
“It’s okay, I have a key.” Ryan assured him with a small laugh.
Stephen kept his arm around Ryan’s body as Ryan let them into the small house. Stephen let his head fall onto the other man’s shoulder as they stood there, his breath ghosting on Ryan’s neck. Ryan gave an involuntary swallow and his mind suddenly found it very hard to remember exactly what it was that you were supposed to do with keys and locks.
Finally succeeding, he manoeuvred the two of them through the door and kicked it shut behind him. Stephen untangled himself from Ryan and wandered to the sofa, collapsing lazily onto it. He pulled himself up into the approximation of a sitting position and tapped the sofa next to him.
“Come here. Come here and talk to me. We should talk. We haven’t talked in days.”
Ryan regarded him. “You’re right. We should talk. But I’m not sure if tonight is the right time.”
“I disagree. I think now is a very good time. Here. Come on. Come here.”
With a shake of his head Ryan went and sat.
They sat in silence, neither of them looking at the other.
“I thought you wanted to talk.”
Stephen pushed himself around on the sofa so he was facing Ryan better.
“I changed my mind. I want to do something else.”
“What do you want to do?”
As soon as the words were out of his mouth Ryan realised they were probably the wrong ones. Stephen fell forwards and onto Ryan and their lips clashed in a messy, uncoordinated kiss. Ryan kissed back, the feeling of Stephen in his arms again was so right that is took away the surprise of suddenly finding himself like this. Stephen’s hands started to roam down his body and Ryan let his hands glide over Stephen, enjoying the warmth, the closeness, how good this felt. His body warmed, heat trickling everywhere Stephen’s hands touched. His cock started to respond and Stephen pressed his body closer and closer still.
Then his other brain woke up. The one he should have been thinking with. An uncoordinated and messy thought process began.
‘He’s drunk, I should stop this, really really should stop this…god that feels good...should really…But…Stephen started it. It’s not taking advantage if he started it is it? But he’s drunk I should really oh god his undoing my trousers. Really stopping this now, should really stop this, hang on where’s he goi… Oh god his mouth feels incredible, but really shou HOLY FUCK where did he learn to do THAT? God if he keeps that I’m up I’m going to…Lester Lester think of Lester…shit even that’s not worki FUCK!. God he’s incredible mouth warm, ugh, so deep, fuck, so close, so fucking close’
Ryan barely managed to get his mouth working to stutter out a warning before he was coming, hot and hard down Stephen’s throat. Stephen kept his mouth were it was, swallowing, taking every last drop, letting Ryan ride out the waves of his orgasm in his mouth.
When he knew Ryan was finished he released him, pulled back and sat up again. He grinned lazily at the other man.
“Good?”
“Oh god yes.”
“Take me to bed?”
Ryan didn’t need asking twice, and standing held out a hand for Stephen. He took it and the two headed for the bedroom. Stephen crawled onto the bed and turned and looked wantonly back at Ryan. Ryan grinned.
“Give me one moment.” He turned and disappeared into the bathroom.
Coming back a moment later Ryan could hear an odd sound. Entering the bedroom again he saw Stephen sprawled out across the bed, fast asleep, snoring loudly.
Ryan shook his head and smiled fondly. Crawling onto the bed, he gently undressed Stephen down to his boxers, leaving his clothes in a tidy pile at the end of the bed. Stephen didn’t even wake up and Ryan manoeuvred him under the duvet.
But when Ryan stripped down to his own underwear and slipped into the bed next to him, Stephen turned to greet him, eyes still closed, but arms seeking him out. Ryan lay still and Stephen curled around him, arms holding tight and a contented sigh escaping his lips.
It took some hours for sleep to find Ryan that night.
~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*
Stephen woke slowly, a few things creeping into his consciousness one after the other.
1. Oh god, my head.
2. Wait; this is not my bedroom
3. Someone is lying behind me
4. Oh.
5. Fuck.
Stephen let his eyes slide shut again trying to figure out how he could kill himself without waking Ryan, or alternatively instantly invent a body swallowing mattress so he could just disappear.
~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*
Ryan drifted slowly awake and last night seeped into his brain. He rolled over and his arm reached out for Stephen. It hit only cold mattress. He cracked open his eyes and looked across the bed. No Stephen, and from the feel of the sheets it wasn’t a recent departure. He fell back onto the pillow, a disappointed sigh leaving his lips.
~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*
Stephen jogged down the road, his head thumping in time with his footfalls and his mouth tasting and feeling like something that resembled the arse end of a badger. It shouldn’t take him long to cover the couple of miles back to his flat and if he was lucky he could shower, change and get to work in time to slip in unnoticed and crawl into one of the labs and hide out for the day. He could probably even scare Connor into bringing him lunch and coffee without asking any questions and then he wouldn’t have to leave at all.
He knew it wasn’t a great plan, but it was the best he had.
Part four.
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Stephen/Ryan
Words: 1,174
Rating,Warnings: 18, Oral sex. Drunk Stephen.
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. (Will be ammending headers etc soon). Part one and two were there.
Stephen’s head still hung low, his phone in his hand. He hadn’t quite got as far as pressing the buttons to dial the number yet, but he was going to. Yup, any moment he was going to, it was just that the night air seemed to have increased the potency of the whisky in his veins and things were just a little tricky at the moment.
He suddenly became aware of footsteps walking up the short path towards him. He raised his head and focused slowly on the man in front of him.
“You’re not home.” Stephen said.
“Neither are you.” Ryan answered with a smile. “Whisky was it?”
“Li’l bit.” Stephen held up two fingers in front of his face to indicate just how little.
With a shake of his head, Ryan held out a hand to help Stephen to his feet. Pulling hard, Stephen was suddenly upright and managing to surprise himself; so much so that he staggered forward a step and ended up in a slightly ungainly embrace with the other man, their faces close.
“Let’s get you inside.” Ryan said, ignoring the spark of heat that ran through his body just having Stephen this close to him.
“But there’s no one home.” Stephen protested.
“It’s okay, I have a key.” Ryan assured him with a small laugh.
Stephen kept his arm around Ryan’s body as Ryan let them into the small house. Stephen let his head fall onto the other man’s shoulder as they stood there, his breath ghosting on Ryan’s neck. Ryan gave an involuntary swallow and his mind suddenly found it very hard to remember exactly what it was that you were supposed to do with keys and locks.
Finally succeeding, he manoeuvred the two of them through the door and kicked it shut behind him. Stephen untangled himself from Ryan and wandered to the sofa, collapsing lazily onto it. He pulled himself up into the approximation of a sitting position and tapped the sofa next to him.
“Come here. Come here and talk to me. We should talk. We haven’t talked in days.”
Ryan regarded him. “You’re right. We should talk. But I’m not sure if tonight is the right time.”
“I disagree. I think now is a very good time. Here. Come on. Come here.”
With a shake of his head Ryan went and sat.
They sat in silence, neither of them looking at the other.
“I thought you wanted to talk.”
Stephen pushed himself around on the sofa so he was facing Ryan better.
“I changed my mind. I want to do something else.”
“What do you want to do?”
As soon as the words were out of his mouth Ryan realised they were probably the wrong ones. Stephen fell forwards and onto Ryan and their lips clashed in a messy, uncoordinated kiss. Ryan kissed back, the feeling of Stephen in his arms again was so right that is took away the surprise of suddenly finding himself like this. Stephen’s hands started to roam down his body and Ryan let his hands glide over Stephen, enjoying the warmth, the closeness, how good this felt. His body warmed, heat trickling everywhere Stephen’s hands touched. His cock started to respond and Stephen pressed his body closer and closer still.
Then his other brain woke up. The one he should have been thinking with. An uncoordinated and messy thought process began.
‘He’s drunk, I should stop this, really really should stop this…god that feels good...should really…But…Stephen started it. It’s not taking advantage if he started it is it? But he’s drunk I should really oh god his undoing my trousers. Really stopping this now, should really stop this, hang on where’s he goi… Oh god his mouth feels incredible, but really shou HOLY FUCK where did he learn to do THAT? God if he keeps that I’m up I’m going to…Lester Lester think of Lester…shit even that’s not worki FUCK!. God he’s incredible mouth warm, ugh, so deep, fuck, so close, so fucking close’
Ryan barely managed to get his mouth working to stutter out a warning before he was coming, hot and hard down Stephen’s throat. Stephen kept his mouth were it was, swallowing, taking every last drop, letting Ryan ride out the waves of his orgasm in his mouth.
When he knew Ryan was finished he released him, pulled back and sat up again. He grinned lazily at the other man.
“Good?”
“Oh god yes.”
“Take me to bed?”
Ryan didn’t need asking twice, and standing held out a hand for Stephen. He took it and the two headed for the bedroom. Stephen crawled onto the bed and turned and looked wantonly back at Ryan. Ryan grinned.
“Give me one moment.” He turned and disappeared into the bathroom.
Coming back a moment later Ryan could hear an odd sound. Entering the bedroom again he saw Stephen sprawled out across the bed, fast asleep, snoring loudly.
Ryan shook his head and smiled fondly. Crawling onto the bed, he gently undressed Stephen down to his boxers, leaving his clothes in a tidy pile at the end of the bed. Stephen didn’t even wake up and Ryan manoeuvred him under the duvet.
But when Ryan stripped down to his own underwear and slipped into the bed next to him, Stephen turned to greet him, eyes still closed, but arms seeking him out. Ryan lay still and Stephen curled around him, arms holding tight and a contented sigh escaping his lips.
It took some hours for sleep to find Ryan that night.
~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*
Stephen woke slowly, a few things creeping into his consciousness one after the other.
1. Oh god, my head.
2. Wait; this is not my bedroom
3. Someone is lying behind me
4. Oh.
5. Fuck.
Stephen let his eyes slide shut again trying to figure out how he could kill himself without waking Ryan, or alternatively instantly invent a body swallowing mattress so he could just disappear.
~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*
Ryan drifted slowly awake and last night seeped into his brain. He rolled over and his arm reached out for Stephen. It hit only cold mattress. He cracked open his eyes and looked across the bed. No Stephen, and from the feel of the sheets it wasn’t a recent departure. He fell back onto the pillow, a disappointed sigh leaving his lips.
~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*
Stephen jogged down the road, his head thumping in time with his footfalls and his mouth tasting and feeling like something that resembled the arse end of a badger. It shouldn’t take him long to cover the couple of miles back to his flat and if he was lucky he could shower, change and get to work in time to slip in unnoticed and crawl into one of the labs and hide out for the day. He could probably even scare Connor into bringing him lunch and coffee without asking any questions and then he wouldn’t have to leave at all.
He knew it wasn’t a great plan, but it was the best he had.
Part four.