fanfic: Entertaining
Title: Entertaining
Author: Athene
Fandom: Primeval
Pairing/characters: Stephen/Ryan
Rating: 18
Warnings: smut
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine. ITV and Impossible Pictures own them.
Word count: approx 1655
Summary: Stephen has ways of making a boring anomaly more interesting. Unfortuntely, so does Ryan.
AN: Birthday fic for lukadreaming.
Stephen was bored. They had been standing around in this forest for the last three hours and the anomaly hadn’t produced anything even remotely interesting. Or, for that matter, anything at all. To make matters worse it had been raining all day. Not terribly heavy rain but enough that most of his clothes were now extremely damp, and fast heading towards actually wet, and he was beginning to regret his decision to wear quite such a tight pair of jeans today.
Not far away, Ryan was keeping watch over the anomaly and looking equally bored. An idea began to occur to Stephen, and he looked around to check where everyone was. Maybe the jeans might not have been such a bad idea after all.
Stephen made sure Ryan was watching, and wiggled his arse.
Ryan rolled his eyes and looked away, and Stephen smirked a little. For a supposedly imperturbable Special Forces officer, Ryan could be surprisingly easy to wind up in a few very specific ways. And Stephen had taken great delight in learning exactly what those ways were, and abusing them mercilessly.
It didn’t take long before Ryan looked back his way, and Stephen wiggled again, while adopting a faux innocent expression. This time Ryan glared for a moment before he turned away again.
This was just too easy.
He waited for Ryan’s resolve to break again, but was slightly disappointed when a further five minutes passed without so much as a glance. Ryan was trying to ignore him! Time to up his game.
Stephen adjusted his clothes slightly, and made a point of walking around the anomaly, ostensibly looking for tracks, but making sure he eventually came to a halt a few feet in front of where Ryan was standing. Stephen made a show of stretching, and then crouched down to tighten his shoelace, letting his jacket ride up and showing off his arse as much as possible. He decided to push it, and wiggled again before he finally stood up.
He turned around and was met with a glare from Ryan that would have stopped a T-Rex in its tracks. Stephen just gave him an innocent smile, and let his gaze drop lower and was pleased to see the slight bulge in the crotch of Ryan’s black combats.
“Looks like this anomaly will be a quiet one,” he commented in a low voice, moving to stand closer to Ryan.
“Whatever game you’re playing at, quit it,” Ryan growled, his voice equally low so they wouldn’t be overheard.
Stephen replied with his patent, ‘Who? Moi?’ expression.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he said. “Shame about the rain, though. These clothes are far too clingy when they’re wet. I don’t expect those combats are much better. I can’t wait to get home and peel them off, one by one.”
“Stephen.” Ryan’s voice held a clear warning this time.
A warning that Stephen had no intention of heeding.
“And we can’t spend the evening wet and cold like this, that’s just dangerous. A nice hot shower should take care of that, though. All hot and steamy. But since we’re both wet and cold, it would be unfair for me to keep you waiting for the shower. We’d have to go in together. And then I’m sure we could find all sort of ways to warm each other up.”
Ryan had pasted a blank expression onto his face, but the bulge in his combats was giving away everything that his eyes were trying to hide. Stephen smirked and leaned closer, his voice dropping even lower.
“I want you to fuck me right there in the shower. I want it hard and dirty. I want you to make me beg and scream.”
Ryan made a noise that was part growl, part choked gasp.
Stephen abruptly stepped away and announced to whoever was in the vicinity, “I’m just going to take another scout round the area. Double check there are no tracks.”
Cutter made a vague noise of acknowledgement, and went back to the discussion he was having with Connor.
Stephen threw Ryan a thoroughly mischievous smirk, and then walked away, shoving his hands into his jeans pockets, pulling the denim even tighter across his arse as he went.
It was less than ten minutes before Ryan followed him into the forest. Stephen was actually quite impressed his lover had lasted that long when he saw Ryan stalking towards him.
“Are you keeping guard over me now? I didn’t know you cared.” Stephen fluttered his eyelashes.
Ryan grabbed his jacket and shoved him against the nearest tree.
“You think this is funny?”
Stephen grinned back.
“What, seeing you lose your cool like this? Oh, yes. Very entertaining.”
Ryan leaned closer, their noses almost touching. There was a sudden predatory look in his eyes, and Stephen shivered with anticipation.
“Entertaining? I’ll show you entertaining.”
Ryan reached down and opened Stephen’s jeans and shoved them down around his knees, his boxers following a moment later. Then he turned Stephen around and pushed him against the tree again, this time face first.
Stephen couldn’t help himself, and wiggled his arse again as he braced himself against the tree trunk.
Without warning, Ryan’s hand smacked his arse hard enough to sting. Stephen bit back a yelp, and turned round to look at Ryan.
“No looking,” Ryan ordered. He smacked Stephen again to make his point, and Stephen groaned and turned back round, pillowing his face on his arms against the tree, and pushing his arse out even further as a result. His cock was already hard and all he wanted was for Ryan to fuck him hard and fast, right here in the forest.
Ryan reached into Stephen’s jacket pocket and found the lube.
“Knew you’d be carrying some of this. You’re a little slut, aren’t you?”
Before Stephen could reply, Ryan’s finger burrowed into him and started to stretch and coat lube around. Stephen gave a contented moan.
“You’d better not be planning on screaming because the rest of the lads are only a few minutes away.”
Stephen answered with a whine, and Ryan continued to prepare him.
He wasn’t nearly ready enough when Ryan removed his finger, and Stephen heard the sound of a zip. A moment later, Ryan’s cock was pushing against him, and then into him.
Stephen bit back a gasp of pain at the sudden burn. Ryan grabbed his hips and held him still and continued to force his way in until he was buried deep within Stephen.
Ryan leaned close and whispered in his ear.
“This was what you wanted, wasn’t it? Hard and fast. This was what you’ve been asking for all bloody afternoon.”
Stephen nodded breathlessly.
“Say it.”
“God, Ryan. Yes. Want this. Want you. Please.”
Ryan slowly withdrew, and then slammed back in. Stephen almost cried out. He hadn’t been prepared enough and it hurt, but at the same time he realised he was pushing back against Ryan, eager for more contact, more pressure, more, harder, faster.
Ryan obliged. He always knew what Stephen liked, and he set a fast pace.
Leaving one arm between his head and the tree, Stephen dropped a hand to his own cock. Ryan immediately let go of his hip and smacked Stephen’s hand away.
“No touching.”
Stephen groaned, but obeyed.
Ryan pounded into him, harder and harder, and Stephen felt his legs beginning to shake. He stumbled a step forwards and found himself pressed up against the tree. Ryan barely even faltered, and continued fucking him hard. Stephen’s cock was desperate for release, and he began to rut against the tree.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Ryan muttered into his ear. He sounded amused. “Not unless you want splinters somewhere delicate. And I’m sure as hell not explaining that to the medic.”
Stephen moaned again and tried to push back away from the tree.
“Please, Ryan,” he whimpered.
Ryan grunted and thrust one more time, and then he was coming hard inside Stephen. Stephen bit his own sodden sleeve to prevent himself crying out.
Ryan pulled out, and Stephen wiggled again, and whined. His cock was desperate for attention, and he knew it wouldn’t take much. Just a touch and he’d be coming messily all over the tree in front of him.
But Ryan didn’t touch him. Stephen whined again and looked round. Ryan was standing back, his trousers already back in place and practically pristine. He was wearing a particularly evil smile and he held Stephen’s gaze when he called out loud.
“Professor? I think you’d better get over here. Stephen thinks he’s found something.”
“What are you doing?” Stephen hissed, almost tripping over his own clothes in an attempt to pull his underwear and jeans back up as fast as possible.
“You’ve been teasing me all afternoon. I thought I’d return the favour.”
Stephen groaned again as he shoved his still hard cock back inside the wet jeans and attempted to zip them up. There was no way he was going to be able to hide that bulge! And now his arse was damp and uncomfortable from more than just the rain.
“You’re a bloody evil bastard,” Stephen muttered as he finished straightening himself out, just in time as Cutter appeared from the trees.
Ryan just smirked.
“Well, what have we got?” Cutter asked loudly, watching Stephen intently.
“I... um...” Stephen stumbled for a moment. “I thought I saw something moving in the trees over there.”
“Let us go first, Professor,” Ryan said calmly. There was no evidence at all of his recent activity.
Ryan put a hand on Stephen’s shoulder and gently pushed him in the direction he had indicated. Stephen tried not to gasp as each step rubbed and squeezed his trapped cock, and his arse felt unpleasantly slick.
Ryan leaned close and that evil grin was there for a second.
“See? Now this is entertaining.”