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Apr 15, 2010 10:45

Stephen was stroking his cock with torturous slowness as Ryan was pounding into him; low grunts and needy moans mixed in the hot air of the armoury and in just a few moments Stephen was coming all over a Mossberg 590 (fuck, Becker would fucking kill him), the ripples of pleasure running through his body pulled Ryan over the edge too. Stephen was still panting as Ryan started dressing with a small amused smile in the corners of his lips.

“What?” Stephen stretched lazily. Ryan grinned.

“Maybe one of these days we could try doing this in an actual bedroom.”

Betrayal

Stephen knows it’s done out of revenge and that he probably deserves it but that knowledge doesn’t make it hurt less. He knows he should go but he can’t for the life of him command his legs to move at the sight of Nick moaning and writhing under Ryan’s strong body. It would be pointless to remind Nick that they weren’t best friends yet when Stephen let Helen’s seduce him. He wants to scream when Nick looks at him calmly over Ryan’s shoulder but all he does is smile as he turns his back on his best friend and husband.

Forest of Dean

It’s just a forest like all the others, maybe even less exciting in many ways for those who don’t know, but for the ARC team every new trip to the Forest of Dean is like going home. Connor always gets decidedly chipper, Abby rolls her eyes a lot less at his antics, Nick is intrigued by the patterns he thinks to have discovered, and Stephen gets excited by the possibility of rough sex with Ryan, pressed up against a tree. So when the military takes control of the Forest of Dean they all feel just a bit homeless and lost.

nick/ryan, ryan/stephen, abby maitland, 2010 fiction, connor temple, drabble

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