Primeval/James Bond crossover
Of all the things James thought were going to be on his agenda today, he hadn’t expected this.
It had confused and disoriented him when he woke up in the room. He hadn’t thought he would be waking up at all after the situation he’d been in - handcuffed and shackled, trapped in a dungeon in the villain-of-the-week’s lair. The poisonous gas hissing through the vents had caused him to black out before he could even get one cuff open.
So he hadn’t expected to wake up here, in what looked like a luxurious hotel suite, in bed. A red satin sheeted bed.
He could see in the mirrored ceiling above that someone had stripped him as well, because he was wearing nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs. Very tight, clingy, revealing boxer briefs. That seemed to be made of silk.
A perfectly executed roll had him on his feet and ready to defend himself in a second, but there was no-one else in the room. A lightening scan also showed that there was no visible threats, no weapons and, to his annoyance, no clothes.
There was, however, a large tray set on a table by the wall on his right. When he got closer he saw that on it was a bottle of Gordon’s gin, a bottle of very good vodka, a bottle of Kina Lillet, a full ice bucket, a plate with artistically arranged thin slices of lemon peel and a cocktail shaker. And a large martini glass, helping to prop up a card with the printed legend
Help yourself to a drink, and please don’t be ‘shaken’ by your surroundings Mr Bond. Hopefully you’ll find yourself ‘stirred’ later on though. :)
(Btw - bathroom’s through the door on the left, call out for any food you want, and the other guys are probably in the tv room. There’s a Premier match on)
James snorted at the idea he’d drink anything provided here, but once the bowl was broken off the martini glass did provide him with a useful stabbing weapon as there wasn’t anything in the bathroom cabinet except worrying amounts of lube. He went over to the door and (after being rather surprised it wasn’t locked) opened it to peer down the corridor outside.
He could hear sound coming from behind a door at the end and made his way silently down, clinging onto the wall.
It was definitely football commentary he could hear, and by the sound of it Man U were ahead, but he could also hear two other, male voices and as he reached the side of the not fully closed door he heard one of them get nearer.
“…just going to get some more beer - give me a shout if Ronaldo takes his top off”
There was a chuckle from the second man but as the first one stepped through the door James was already moving. He grabbed the guy and had him slammed up against the wall with a hand over his mouth and the sharp martini glass stem at his throat before the man could blink.
The man had messy black hair and was wearing nothing but a pair of jeans so that James could feel every inch of the warm, bare skin of his back against his chest as he plastered himself up close. Incredibly smooth, full lips left a circle of moisture on his palm and stubble tickled his cheek as he leaned in close to hiss
“Don’t move”
The man’s bright blue eyes had widened in shock at the attack, but then James saw the corners of them crinkle in what looked like amusement and he felt those lips brush his palm as his captive made a muffled sound. James pinned him closer against the wall with his hips and murmured dangerously
“Don’t make a noise or you’ll regret it”
“He certainly will”
James hadn’t heard anything from inside the room and he was shocked at anyone managing to creep up on him, but he kept a firm hold on blue eyes as he spun round to face the second man; moving him in front of him as a shield and keeping the glass against his neck. He took his other hand off the man’s mouth to hold him firmly back against him - no need to keep quiet now.
The second man was lounging against the doorway; also bare chested but this time wearing a pair of black army combats. He was carrying a bottle of beer and took a casual swig out of it before continuing
“Stephen doesn’t have fun keeping quiet unless there’s a gag involved, do you sweetheart?”
James could feel his hostage Stephen’s deep chuckle vibrate against his chest before he said in a teasing voice
“Oh, I don’t know. If you give my mouth something to occupy itself with…”
The second man grinned outright at that and raised an eyebrow
“Yeah, right! You make more noise giving head then anyone I’ve ever met! You with your moans and groans”
James could feel Stephen settle back against him, as relaxed as a cat, and his voice was smoky when he shot back
“You don’t complain about those moans and groans when you’re feeling them round your cock, Ryan!”
The man whose name was apparently Ryan licked around the head of the bottle and smiled slyly as he replied
“Did I say it was a complaint, baby?”
“Excuse me!”
James could hear the annoyance in his own voice, but really - these two weren’t reacting like they should and their talk was making him feel… edgy
“I am in fact holding a very sharp edge against your friend’s throat, so I think we’ll have less banter and more doing what I say, alright?”
Ryan’s smile turned dangerous and he straightened up into a tense-but-relaxed pose that made James think ‘military’ before saying softly
“Oh, I don’t think so mate. Management!”
And then James found himself blacking out for the second time that day.
* * *
James blinked awake and took stock.
Ok. So he was in the same bed, same red satin sheets, same mirrored ceiling, same almost nudity.
The padded cuffs tying him to the headboard were new though.
He turned his head at a clinking sound and saw Stephen at the table mixing a drink. Without turning round he said
“Does our new guest want one Ryan?”
“Difficult to drink it lying down, pet. And he’d probably prefer some answers”
Again, James hadn’t known Ryan was there before the voice on his left made him jump. Definitely military. Probably Special Forces as well.
He turned his head to look over at Ryan, who crouched by the bed and gave him a wry smile.
“Sorry about the cuffs mate, but I doubt you’d co-operate without them. You got a name?”
James glared at him but anything he may have said was interrupted by an exclamation from Stephen
"Bloody hell!”
When he looked over James could see that Stephen had the card from earlier in his hand and was staring at it open mouthed. He met James’ eyes with a look of disbelief and said
“Bond? James Bond?!”
“WHAT?!”
Ryan leapt up and moved swiftly to Stephen’s side to grab the card.
James was beginning to get even more confused then he already was. Surely these guys knew who he was? They were they ones who had kidnapped him after all. Except… had they? Underneath the banter they had seemed genuinely surprised to encounter him in - where ever this was. And they were certainly shocked at his name. He asked
“Didn’t you know who I was when you brought me here?”
Ryan looked up from his study of the card with a frown and said roughly
“We didn’t have anything to do with you being here, mate. We can’t leave.”
Stephen was looking at him with something like pity and added softly
“Neither can you now, I bet. Sorry. The Management should have explained things a bit better”
James tugged at his cuffs in frustration and shouted
“Who the hell is this ‘Management’ then?!”
“That would be us, Mr Bond”
He looked around wildly but there was no-one else in the room but the three of them and he couldn’t see the speakers that the soft, female voice must have come out of.
Ryan rubbed a hand over his face and then waved it vaguely around
“There you go. Look, me and Stephen are going to go… do something else for a few minutes. The girls will break the situation down for you.” He glared into the air “Properly this time”
He dragged Stephen away before James could protest and then he was alone again.
Handcuffed half naked to a porn-star bed with a disembodied voice talking at him.
This really wasn’t how he’d seen his day going.
“So. Lying comfortably? Then I’ll begin…”
* * *
James was staring blankly up at his own face reflected in the ceiling when the pair came back.
Stephen flopped down on the bottom of the bed by his right hand side without any nod to the concept of ‘personal space’ but Ryan at least was polite enough to leave a few inches gap as he sat down on the left. James turned his head to look at him and the blond quirked a half smile at him and queried
“All caught up then?”
James continued staring at him for a long moment before he said in a toneless voice
“Well. Let me see. Apparently I’m dead. And you’re dead, and so is Stephen. This setup is some kind of afterlife that’s been granted and is looked after by a bunch of anonymous women who object to decisions by a group called ‘TFWIC’ that they claim led to your deaths. Out of the goodness of their hearts they provided you with this ‘sanctuary’ and pretty much anything else you want. And all they ask in return is to watch you two while you’re fucking. Oh, and they’d be really happy if I joined in.”
He waited for a beat, watching Ryan’s expression.
“Sound about right?”
Ryan had a watchful look like he was puzzling something out, and all he gave as an answer was a slow widening of his smile. James sucked in his breath and said in a sarcastic voice
“Great. Well, I’m on board with the footy and the booze, but I don’t sleep with men. Sorry. You going to let me up now?”
Stephen rolled over and put his chin on James’ leg, far closer to his groin than he was comfortable with. The brunette gave a mock pout (and James really didn’t need the image of that mouth that close to his groin either) and fluttered stupidly long eyelashes playfully at Ryan as he said in a pretend whine
“Aww, but he’s so hot all tied up and helpless like this. Do we really need to uncuff him?”
Stephen wriggled a bit closer as he spoke and his breath puffed warm over James’ inner thigh. That, and the fact that he was busy glaring at Stephen distracted him enough that it took a moment to register when Ryan said
“No. We don’t.”
James’ gaze shot over to Ryan. The other man’s eyes were hot and bright, and he had a strange, not-quite smile on his face and James recognised that look - had felt it on his own face, seen it on the guys in his 030 unit in that moment when everything went tight and clear and you were barely held in, thrumming with adrenaline for the fight.
His mouth went dry as he watched the muscles in Ryan’s chest and stomach shift as the man breathed, and he had to wet his lips and swallow before he could snap out
“What the hell do you mean by that? I just told you..”
Ryan’s voice was soft as he interrupted, but that didn’t disguise the deadly intensity
“Oh, I heard what you said. And I heard what you didn’t say. You said you didn’t sleep with men - you never said you didn’t want to. You didn’t say you weren’t gay, that’s what most would have done”
The look he gave James was oddly goading
“And you aren’t tense because you want out of those cuffs. You’re tense because you’re trying not to let on to Stephen how much you want him closer to your dick”
His gaze snapped down to Stephen, who was looking up at Ryan with wide, stunned eyes. But then his eyes met James’ and James could see the instant surprise gave way to speculation. James shook his head but he couldn’t seem to get his mouth to work and Stephen’s eyes grew wicked and he licked his lips provocatively before he put his hands on James’ hips, leaned forward and…
Oh god. James had a lot of control over his body, over his mind, but he’d defy anyone to control themselves with that hot, red mouth on them. Stephen hadn’t bothered pulling down the boxer briefs, had just put his lips over James’ cock and was mouthing him through the fabric, licking it with firm tongue strokes and getting it wet so that the drag of the damp, silky cloth just added to the sensations his lips and teeth were producing. James couldn’t help moving his hips, trying for more, and when he felt Ryan’s rough hands tugging at the sides of the briefs a bloody gun to his head couldn’t have stopped him from lifting up and giving him access to pull them down and off.
Ryan moved away to help Stephen out of his jeans as well and Stephen didn’t stop what he was doing to James, just twisted till the denim was dragged off him and then shifted to lay down between James’ legs, moving a hand from his hip to cup James’ balls, holding him down with the other, opening that amazing mouth wide and taking James down deep, sucking hard and wet, taking him - god! - taking him apart.
And no. No, no. This wasn’t… he wasn’t…
He didn’t get to have this.
If it had just been someone else, some authority telling him he couldn’t do this, couldn’t be this, then his ‘fuck you’ default would have kicked in and James knew he would probably have spent most of his down time sucking guys off in ridiculously fast and expensive cars. But this was something he’d told himself he couldn’t have, and he was much better at following his own orders than any of his bosses would have guessed.
He could feel himself shaking and didn’t realise he was making noise, pleading and saying ‘no no, please’ until suddenly Ryan was there, fisting a hand in his hair and pulling him up into a hot, wet, overpowering kiss. He was murmuring ‘yes, yes - it’s ok. You’ll love this, wait’ and then he was moving away again.
James opened eyes he’d never noticed closing and saw that Ryan was pulling Stephen off him, manhandling the dark man till he was straddling James’ waist and pushing his legs wide. Ryan had one arm round Stephen’s waist and was slicking his fingers from a tube that he then threw down on the bed.
His eyes met James’ and he bared his teeth in a wide grin. He repeated in a rough voice
“You’ll love this. Shh, quiet”
And James didn’t know if the admonishment was for him or for Stephen, who was moaning and keening now, moving and trying to thrust back onto Ryan’s hand, onto his fingers which were, were…
James moaned as well, panting and shaking as he watched Ryan push his slick fingers into Stephen, watched him twist them and open the other man up hard and fast. And Stephen loved it, he could tell, could see the sweat breaking out on him, see the flush spreading up his chest and over his cheek bones that just made those blue eyes seem even brighter. Then Ryan was pulling his fingers out, reaching under Stephen to slick up James’ cock and was pushing the other man down slowly, slowly, oh so slow till - ‘oh Jesus Christ!’ - he was sitting up, open mouthed and gasping, with James buried deep and full inside him.
Ryan was plastered against Stephen’s back, clutching at his chest and kissing his shoulders and neck as Stephen’s head lolled back against him. He was murmuring
‘Yeah, yeah. That’s good, isn’t it? God, that’s hot..’
and James didn’t know who he was talking to, and he didn’t care because now Stephen was moving - rising up and letting him slip out and then driving him back in again. And the feel of him around him was like a bloody furnace, he was so hot inside, so tight, and Ryan was moving his hand down between them, fondling James’ balls, touching behind them, stroking his fingers up and touching them both, touching where they joined, touching him where he was fucking Stephen.
And James suddenly couldn’t stand it anymore - he strained and pulled at the cuffs on his wrists and he could tell that, padded or not, he was going to break skin in a minute. He snarled out
“Undo these fucking cuffs! Now, goddammit!”
Stephen was too far gone to respond at all; pupils wide and black under half-lidded eyes, face flushed and mouth slack as he threw his head back and lifted and rocked and rode James like he was a bronco.
Behind him Ryan was calmer but even his eyes were wild when he leaned round Stephen’s shoulder and his voice was hoarse as he said
“Or what? It’s not like you aren’t enjoying yourself and there’s not much you can do to us anyway”
James made a superhuman effort and ignored the man above him (moaning loud now, oh god, such good noises and oh! so, so good, such tight hot pressure round his cock), arched himself up till his shoulders screamed and bared his teeth at Ryan
“If you don’t let my hands loose right the fuck now so that I can touch you both, I don’t give a shit if it’s not possible - I will bloody end you!”
Ryan stared, wide and feral eyed for a heart stopping moment and then grinned like a demon and breathed
“Yes, sir!”
He was off the bed in a flash, undoing the cuff on James’s right wrist and James didn’t give him a chance to go round the other side of the bed to the other one; tearing it open himself and surging up to yank Stephen forward in a violent kiss. It was all teeth and tongue as he wrapped his arms round Stephen’s torso, clamping the other man’s arms to his sides and hauling him down onto his cock as he snapped his hips up. Stephen pulled his mouth away to whine deep in his throat and the high pitched noise made something in James just go ‘snap’.
He had them flipped over in less than a second, pushing Stephen’s legs up and back and hammering into him with a brutal force. In and out, biting Stephen’s neck in punishment and in and out and in and in, each time deeper and harder. He could hardly bear to pull out, and Stephen wide eyed and near silent now, making little breathy noises, ‘oh oh oh oh’, and he had to get deeper, had to get more, had to, had to… Warm, sticky wet flooded his stomach as Stephen sobbed and said in a broken voice
“oh god. James…”
And that was what did it. That was what made James give one last thrust that nearly pushed them through the mattress, and come so hard he almost passed out.
He just lay there, taking huge, heaving breaths and mouthing helplessly at Stephen’s flushed, sweaty skin. Then gentle hands were rolling him off and over onto his back, re-arranging him and Stephen both and wiping them down with warm, damp cotton. The lights went off and then Ryan nudged him over in the middle of the bed, closer to an already sleeping Stephen and climbed onto the bed after him. Sleep was coming over him like a wave, but James still put out a flailing hand to try and touch Ryan. He slurred tiredly
“You… you didn’t get to…”
Ryan caught his uncoordinated limb and held it safely against a warm chest as he interrupted in an amused and tired voice
“Jesus, James! If you think I managed to keep my hand off myself watching that little display you must be mad!”
Soft, dry lips found his in the dark. Firm, light pressure that promised comfort and safety. Promised sanctuary. Ryan’s voice was deep and soft by his ear
“Go to sleep now soldier, we’ll take care of you. Let go”
So James did.
* * *
There weren’t any windows in the room, or any clocks, but there was a feeling of ‘lateness’ when James drifted back into wakefulness a while later. Stephen lay half draped over him and he could feel Ryan’s warm, hard body along his other side. There was a feeling of attention in the air despite the soft sleep noises the other men were making and he listened for a moment before calling in a soft whisper
“Management?”
The female voice was as quiet as his own when it answered
“Yes, Mr Bond?”
He grinned up and said
“Just wanted to know if you were still there. And after the show you’ve seen I think you can call me James”
There was a near silent laugh, and then the voice said warmly
“Ok James. I’ll leave you to sleep now”
He couldn’t help being curious and said quickly
“Wait! Don’t I get to know your name?”
There was a long pause and then the smooth reply
“Oh, I’m just part of the Management, James - we don’t have names. But if you really insist you can call me… Ms Blofeld”
He could hear mischievous amusement in the tone as the voice faded out
“After all, I do do a lot of pussy stroking…”
James snickered to himself and then let out a long, quiet sigh. He ghosted a hand over Ryan’s hip and let it rest just where it turned into that firm, tight arse. Stephen snuffled in his sleep and snuggled closer on the other side as James tangled the fingers of his other hand in that dark hair.
So.
Instead of running around the world and risking his life, instead of empty seductions of women and killing villains in the service of his Queen and country, his ‘life’ now consisted of lounging around, watching footy, having what ever he desired by way of food and drink and… servicing and being serviced by two very attractive guys.
James smiled up into the darkness.
He could live with that.
It had confused and disoriented him when he woke up in the room. He hadn’t thought he would be waking up at all after the situation he’d been in - handcuffed and shackled, trapped in a dungeon in the villain-of-the-week’s lair. The poisonous gas hissing through the vents had caused him to black out before he could even get one cuff open.
So he hadn’t expected to wake up here, in what looked like a luxurious hotel suite, in bed. A red satin sheeted bed.
He could see in the mirrored ceiling above that someone had stripped him as well, because he was wearing nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs. Very tight, clingy, revealing boxer briefs. That seemed to be made of silk.
A perfectly executed roll had him on his feet and ready to defend himself in a second, but there was no-one else in the room. A lightening scan also showed that there was no visible threats, no weapons and, to his annoyance, no clothes.
There was, however, a large tray set on a table by the wall on his right. When he got closer he saw that on it was a bottle of Gordon’s gin, a bottle of very good vodka, a bottle of Kina Lillet, a full ice bucket, a plate with artistically arranged thin slices of lemon peel and a cocktail shaker. And a large martini glass, helping to prop up a card with the printed legend
Help yourself to a drink, and please don’t be ‘shaken’ by your surroundings Mr Bond. Hopefully you’ll find yourself ‘stirred’ later on though. :)
(Btw - bathroom’s through the door on the left, call out for any food you want, and the other guys are probably in the tv room. There’s a Premier match on)
James snorted at the idea he’d drink anything provided here, but once the bowl was broken off the martini glass did provide him with a useful stabbing weapon as there wasn’t anything in the bathroom cabinet except worrying amounts of lube. He went over to the door and (after being rather surprised it wasn’t locked) opened it to peer down the corridor outside.
He could hear sound coming from behind a door at the end and made his way silently down, clinging onto the wall.
It was definitely football commentary he could hear, and by the sound of it Man U were ahead, but he could also hear two other, male voices and as he reached the side of the not fully closed door he heard one of them get nearer.
“…just going to get some more beer - give me a shout if Ronaldo takes his top off”
There was a chuckle from the second man but as the first one stepped through the door James was already moving. He grabbed the guy and had him slammed up against the wall with a hand over his mouth and the sharp martini glass stem at his throat before the man could blink.
The man had messy black hair and was wearing nothing but a pair of jeans so that James could feel every inch of the warm, bare skin of his back against his chest as he plastered himself up close. Incredibly smooth, full lips left a circle of moisture on his palm and stubble tickled his cheek as he leaned in close to hiss
“Don’t move”
The man’s bright blue eyes had widened in shock at the attack, but then James saw the corners of them crinkle in what looked like amusement and he felt those lips brush his palm as his captive made a muffled sound. James pinned him closer against the wall with his hips and murmured dangerously
“Don’t make a noise or you’ll regret it”
“He certainly will”
James hadn’t heard anything from inside the room and he was shocked at anyone managing to creep up on him, but he kept a firm hold on blue eyes as he spun round to face the second man; moving him in front of him as a shield and keeping the glass against his neck. He took his other hand off the man’s mouth to hold him firmly back against him - no need to keep quiet now.
The second man was lounging against the doorway; also bare chested but this time wearing a pair of black army combats. He was carrying a bottle of beer and took a casual swig out of it before continuing
“Stephen doesn’t have fun keeping quiet unless there’s a gag involved, do you sweetheart?”
James could feel his hostage Stephen’s deep chuckle vibrate against his chest before he said in a teasing voice
“Oh, I don’t know. If you give my mouth something to occupy itself with…”
The second man grinned outright at that and raised an eyebrow
“Yeah, right! You make more noise giving head then anyone I’ve ever met! You with your moans and groans”
James could feel Stephen settle back against him, as relaxed as a cat, and his voice was smoky when he shot back
“You don’t complain about those moans and groans when you’re feeling them round your cock, Ryan!”
The man whose name was apparently Ryan licked around the head of the bottle and smiled slyly as he replied
“Did I say it was a complaint, baby?”
“Excuse me!”
James could hear the annoyance in his own voice, but really - these two weren’t reacting like they should and their talk was making him feel… edgy
“I am in fact holding a very sharp edge against your friend’s throat, so I think we’ll have less banter and more doing what I say, alright?”
Ryan’s smile turned dangerous and he straightened up into a tense-but-relaxed pose that made James think ‘military’ before saying softly
“Oh, I don’t think so mate. Management!”
And then James found himself blacking out for the second time that day.
* * *
James blinked awake and took stock.
Ok. So he was in the same bed, same red satin sheets, same mirrored ceiling, same almost nudity.
The padded cuffs tying him to the headboard were new though.
He turned his head at a clinking sound and saw Stephen at the table mixing a drink. Without turning round he said
“Does our new guest want one Ryan?”
“Difficult to drink it lying down, pet. And he’d probably prefer some answers”
Again, James hadn’t known Ryan was there before the voice on his left made him jump. Definitely military. Probably Special Forces as well.
He turned his head to look over at Ryan, who crouched by the bed and gave him a wry smile.
“Sorry about the cuffs mate, but I doubt you’d co-operate without them. You got a name?”
James glared at him but anything he may have said was interrupted by an exclamation from Stephen
"Bloody hell!”
When he looked over James could see that Stephen had the card from earlier in his hand and was staring at it open mouthed. He met James’ eyes with a look of disbelief and said
“Bond? James Bond?!”
“WHAT?!”
Ryan leapt up and moved swiftly to Stephen’s side to grab the card.
James was beginning to get even more confused then he already was. Surely these guys knew who he was? They were they ones who had kidnapped him after all. Except… had they? Underneath the banter they had seemed genuinely surprised to encounter him in - where ever this was. And they were certainly shocked at his name. He asked
“Didn’t you know who I was when you brought me here?”
Ryan looked up from his study of the card with a frown and said roughly
“We didn’t have anything to do with you being here, mate. We can’t leave.”
Stephen was looking at him with something like pity and added softly
“Neither can you now, I bet. Sorry. The Management should have explained things a bit better”
James tugged at his cuffs in frustration and shouted
“Who the hell is this ‘Management’ then?!”
“That would be us, Mr Bond”
He looked around wildly but there was no-one else in the room but the three of them and he couldn’t see the speakers that the soft, female voice must have come out of.
Ryan rubbed a hand over his face and then waved it vaguely around
“There you go. Look, me and Stephen are going to go… do something else for a few minutes. The girls will break the situation down for you.” He glared into the air “Properly this time”
He dragged Stephen away before James could protest and then he was alone again.
Handcuffed half naked to a porn-star bed with a disembodied voice talking at him.
This really wasn’t how he’d seen his day going.
“So. Lying comfortably? Then I’ll begin…”
* * *
James was staring blankly up at his own face reflected in the ceiling when the pair came back.
Stephen flopped down on the bottom of the bed by his right hand side without any nod to the concept of ‘personal space’ but Ryan at least was polite enough to leave a few inches gap as he sat down on the left. James turned his head to look at him and the blond quirked a half smile at him and queried
“All caught up then?”
James continued staring at him for a long moment before he said in a toneless voice
“Well. Let me see. Apparently I’m dead. And you’re dead, and so is Stephen. This setup is some kind of afterlife that’s been granted and is looked after by a bunch of anonymous women who object to decisions by a group called ‘TFWIC’ that they claim led to your deaths. Out of the goodness of their hearts they provided you with this ‘sanctuary’ and pretty much anything else you want. And all they ask in return is to watch you two while you’re fucking. Oh, and they’d be really happy if I joined in.”
He waited for a beat, watching Ryan’s expression.
“Sound about right?”
Ryan had a watchful look like he was puzzling something out, and all he gave as an answer was a slow widening of his smile. James sucked in his breath and said in a sarcastic voice
“Great. Well, I’m on board with the footy and the booze, but I don’t sleep with men. Sorry. You going to let me up now?”
Stephen rolled over and put his chin on James’ leg, far closer to his groin than he was comfortable with. The brunette gave a mock pout (and James really didn’t need the image of that mouth that close to his groin either) and fluttered stupidly long eyelashes playfully at Ryan as he said in a pretend whine
“Aww, but he’s so hot all tied up and helpless like this. Do we really need to uncuff him?”
Stephen wriggled a bit closer as he spoke and his breath puffed warm over James’ inner thigh. That, and the fact that he was busy glaring at Stephen distracted him enough that it took a moment to register when Ryan said
“No. We don’t.”
James’ gaze shot over to Ryan. The other man’s eyes were hot and bright, and he had a strange, not-quite smile on his face and James recognised that look - had felt it on his own face, seen it on the guys in his 030 unit in that moment when everything went tight and clear and you were barely held in, thrumming with adrenaline for the fight.
His mouth went dry as he watched the muscles in Ryan’s chest and stomach shift as the man breathed, and he had to wet his lips and swallow before he could snap out
“What the hell do you mean by that? I just told you..”
Ryan’s voice was soft as he interrupted, but that didn’t disguise the deadly intensity
“Oh, I heard what you said. And I heard what you didn’t say. You said you didn’t sleep with men - you never said you didn’t want to. You didn’t say you weren’t gay, that’s what most would have done”
The look he gave James was oddly goading
“And you aren’t tense because you want out of those cuffs. You’re tense because you’re trying not to let on to Stephen how much you want him closer to your dick”
His gaze snapped down to Stephen, who was looking up at Ryan with wide, stunned eyes. But then his eyes met James’ and James could see the instant surprise gave way to speculation. James shook his head but he couldn’t seem to get his mouth to work and Stephen’s eyes grew wicked and he licked his lips provocatively before he put his hands on James’ hips, leaned forward and…
Oh god. James had a lot of control over his body, over his mind, but he’d defy anyone to control themselves with that hot, red mouth on them. Stephen hadn’t bothered pulling down the boxer briefs, had just put his lips over James’ cock and was mouthing him through the fabric, licking it with firm tongue strokes and getting it wet so that the drag of the damp, silky cloth just added to the sensations his lips and teeth were producing. James couldn’t help moving his hips, trying for more, and when he felt Ryan’s rough hands tugging at the sides of the briefs a bloody gun to his head couldn’t have stopped him from lifting up and giving him access to pull them down and off.
Ryan moved away to help Stephen out of his jeans as well and Stephen didn’t stop what he was doing to James, just twisted till the denim was dragged off him and then shifted to lay down between James’ legs, moving a hand from his hip to cup James’ balls, holding him down with the other, opening that amazing mouth wide and taking James down deep, sucking hard and wet, taking him - god! - taking him apart.
And no. No, no. This wasn’t… he wasn’t…
He didn’t get to have this.
If it had just been someone else, some authority telling him he couldn’t do this, couldn’t be this, then his ‘fuck you’ default would have kicked in and James knew he would probably have spent most of his down time sucking guys off in ridiculously fast and expensive cars. But this was something he’d told himself he couldn’t have, and he was much better at following his own orders than any of his bosses would have guessed.
He could feel himself shaking and didn’t realise he was making noise, pleading and saying ‘no no, please’ until suddenly Ryan was there, fisting a hand in his hair and pulling him up into a hot, wet, overpowering kiss. He was murmuring ‘yes, yes - it’s ok. You’ll love this, wait’ and then he was moving away again.
James opened eyes he’d never noticed closing and saw that Ryan was pulling Stephen off him, manhandling the dark man till he was straddling James’ waist and pushing his legs wide. Ryan had one arm round Stephen’s waist and was slicking his fingers from a tube that he then threw down on the bed.
His eyes met James’ and he bared his teeth in a wide grin. He repeated in a rough voice
“You’ll love this. Shh, quiet”
And James didn’t know if the admonishment was for him or for Stephen, who was moaning and keening now, moving and trying to thrust back onto Ryan’s hand, onto his fingers which were, were…
James moaned as well, panting and shaking as he watched Ryan push his slick fingers into Stephen, watched him twist them and open the other man up hard and fast. And Stephen loved it, he could tell, could see the sweat breaking out on him, see the flush spreading up his chest and over his cheek bones that just made those blue eyes seem even brighter. Then Ryan was pulling his fingers out, reaching under Stephen to slick up James’ cock and was pushing the other man down slowly, slowly, oh so slow till - ‘oh Jesus Christ!’ - he was sitting up, open mouthed and gasping, with James buried deep and full inside him.
Ryan was plastered against Stephen’s back, clutching at his chest and kissing his shoulders and neck as Stephen’s head lolled back against him. He was murmuring
‘Yeah, yeah. That’s good, isn’t it? God, that’s hot..’
and James didn’t know who he was talking to, and he didn’t care because now Stephen was moving - rising up and letting him slip out and then driving him back in again. And the feel of him around him was like a bloody furnace, he was so hot inside, so tight, and Ryan was moving his hand down between them, fondling James’ balls, touching behind them, stroking his fingers up and touching them both, touching where they joined, touching him where he was fucking Stephen.
And James suddenly couldn’t stand it anymore - he strained and pulled at the cuffs on his wrists and he could tell that, padded or not, he was going to break skin in a minute. He snarled out
“Undo these fucking cuffs! Now, goddammit!”
Stephen was too far gone to respond at all; pupils wide and black under half-lidded eyes, face flushed and mouth slack as he threw his head back and lifted and rocked and rode James like he was a bronco.
Behind him Ryan was calmer but even his eyes were wild when he leaned round Stephen’s shoulder and his voice was hoarse as he said
“Or what? It’s not like you aren’t enjoying yourself and there’s not much you can do to us anyway”
James made a superhuman effort and ignored the man above him (moaning loud now, oh god, such good noises and oh! so, so good, such tight hot pressure round his cock), arched himself up till his shoulders screamed and bared his teeth at Ryan
“If you don’t let my hands loose right the fuck now so that I can touch you both, I don’t give a shit if it’s not possible - I will bloody end you!”
Ryan stared, wide and feral eyed for a heart stopping moment and then grinned like a demon and breathed
“Yes, sir!”
He was off the bed in a flash, undoing the cuff on James’s right wrist and James didn’t give him a chance to go round the other side of the bed to the other one; tearing it open himself and surging up to yank Stephen forward in a violent kiss. It was all teeth and tongue as he wrapped his arms round Stephen’s torso, clamping the other man’s arms to his sides and hauling him down onto his cock as he snapped his hips up. Stephen pulled his mouth away to whine deep in his throat and the high pitched noise made something in James just go ‘snap’.
He had them flipped over in less than a second, pushing Stephen’s legs up and back and hammering into him with a brutal force. In and out, biting Stephen’s neck in punishment and in and out and in and in, each time deeper and harder. He could hardly bear to pull out, and Stephen wide eyed and near silent now, making little breathy noises, ‘oh oh oh oh’, and he had to get deeper, had to get more, had to, had to… Warm, sticky wet flooded his stomach as Stephen sobbed and said in a broken voice
“oh god. James…”
And that was what did it. That was what made James give one last thrust that nearly pushed them through the mattress, and come so hard he almost passed out.
He just lay there, taking huge, heaving breaths and mouthing helplessly at Stephen’s flushed, sweaty skin. Then gentle hands were rolling him off and over onto his back, re-arranging him and Stephen both and wiping them down with warm, damp cotton. The lights went off and then Ryan nudged him over in the middle of the bed, closer to an already sleeping Stephen and climbed onto the bed after him. Sleep was coming over him like a wave, but James still put out a flailing hand to try and touch Ryan. He slurred tiredly
“You… you didn’t get to…”
Ryan caught his uncoordinated limb and held it safely against a warm chest as he interrupted in an amused and tired voice
“Jesus, James! If you think I managed to keep my hand off myself watching that little display you must be mad!”
Soft, dry lips found his in the dark. Firm, light pressure that promised comfort and safety. Promised sanctuary. Ryan’s voice was deep and soft by his ear
“Go to sleep now soldier, we’ll take care of you. Let go”
So James did.
* * *
There weren’t any windows in the room, or any clocks, but there was a feeling of ‘lateness’ when James drifted back into wakefulness a while later. Stephen lay half draped over him and he could feel Ryan’s warm, hard body along his other side. There was a feeling of attention in the air despite the soft sleep noises the other men were making and he listened for a moment before calling in a soft whisper
“Management?”
The female voice was as quiet as his own when it answered
“Yes, Mr Bond?”
He grinned up and said
“Just wanted to know if you were still there. And after the show you’ve seen I think you can call me James”
There was a near silent laugh, and then the voice said warmly
“Ok James. I’ll leave you to sleep now”
He couldn’t help being curious and said quickly
“Wait! Don’t I get to know your name?”
There was a long pause and then the smooth reply
“Oh, I’m just part of the Management, James - we don’t have names. But if you really insist you can call me… Ms Blofeld”
He could hear mischievous amusement in the tone as the voice faded out
“After all, I do do a lot of pussy stroking…”
James snickered to himself and then let out a long, quiet sigh. He ghosted a hand over Ryan’s hip and let it rest just where it turned into that firm, tight arse. Stephen snuffled in his sleep and snuggled closer on the other side as James tangled the fingers of his other hand in that dark hair.
So.
Instead of running around the world and risking his life, instead of empty seductions of women and killing villains in the service of his Queen and country, his ‘life’ now consisted of lounging around, watching footy, having what ever he desired by way of food and drink and… servicing and being serviced by two very attractive guys.
James smiled up into the darkness.
He could live with that.