Between a Rock and a Hard Place - Connor/Becker/Ryan, NC-17
Title: Between a Rock and a Hard Place
Pairing: Connor/Becker/Ryan
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Double Penetration, Bondage, and implications of D/s.
A/N’s: This was supposed to be a hundred word synopsis of the fic... It didn’t stay at a 100 words.
Connor’s kneeling on the bed straddling Ryan, eyes locked with his as he sinks slowly down onto his cock, throwing his head back as he settles against Ryan’s hips with a groan. He pulls slightly against the rope around his wrists, moaning louder at the inability to wriggle free, to run his hands down Ryan’s chest like he longs to do.
He grits his teeth against a whimper when Ryan drags his finger nails down Connor’s back, leaving lines that sting and make Connor twist in Ryan’s lap. Ryan’s hands go to his hips and hold him still, press him down hard till Connor’s held rigid, tensing every muscle against the unspoken order to still.
He starts slightly at the calloused fingers that run down his back, slightly softer than the two at his hips, but still pressing hard, following the lines Ryan’s nails made earlier, he feels the bed dip behind him and sighs softly as dry lips press against his shoulder, fingers moving to brush his hair aside and lips sweeping against the back of his neck. Connor leans back slightly as knees press either side of his legs, and arms wrap around him, the movement presses Ryan’s cock into his prostate and he tries to buck, get away from the pressure and push against it. Movements stilled by Ryan’s implacable hands still pressed to his hips. The arms around his chest pull him back further to press him against an equally naked chest, sweat slick and toned. Connor’s bound arms trapped even more. Connor’s fingers stretch out to just brush the tip of an erection, gaining a small groan as lips move to whisper darkly in his ear.
“You trust us, Connor. You do trust us don’t you? Just nod or shake your head, don’t speak.”
Connor’s head nods before he even thinks about the question, he panics slightly at the thought that he does trust them both. Trust’s them with his life and his body, the thought doesn’t scare him as much as he thinks it should. He slumps slightly as Ryan’s cock twitches inside him, pleasure making him shake slightly. Precome beading at the tip of his cock.
He feels the smirk from the man behind him against his cheek as a soft chaste kiss is pressed to the flushed skin.
“Do you think you could take both of us? Do you want that, Tom and I pressed so deep, so far inside you? Make you feel so fucking full, make you scream for us.” His voice drops to a whisper, loud in the near silence of the room, Ryan’s hands tightening minutely against him, short nails just brushing the skin.
Connor freezes, eyes pressing shut tight at the image that flickers into his mind. The doubt voices itself first though. “No, too much, it’ll be too much.” And he starts to struggle, crying out when all it does is make Ryan move inside him and the arms about his chest tighten to hold him still, lips pressing against his neck and making soft shushing noises as Ryan’s hands move to gently stroke the side of his face. Trying to calm him like a worried horse.
“It’s ok. Calm down, please Connor, just calm down. Take a deep breath and stop moving, please.” Connor hates the small strain of desperation in that voice. That normally strong, sarcastic voice. He finally manages to still himself, hips twitching slightly at the still insistent press against his prostate.
“We’ll take it so slow. Make it feel so good, I know you want it Connor. I heard you talking to Abby about it. We can stop anytime, but it’ll be so good. You’ll feel so good. So full.” And the voice sinks through the fug of his brain to the part that wants it, that talked to Abby when he was so drunk he barely remembers that night. Connor leans back slightly into the warm body behind him, letting his fingers splay on the tight stomach, feeling the muscles tremble under his fingertips. He sighs, tongue slipping out to wet his lips.
“You’ll stop if I say stop?” He asks, voice small and cracking slightly. Feeling stupidly young between them, hands still soothing and petting him.
“Straight away.” Ryan says, finally speaking for the first time in what seems like hours, voice hoarse and breathy.
“Ok.” Connor feels Ryan move slightly before a pair of hands hold his face and Ryan sits up, cock moving inside him and presses his lips to Connor’s, hard insistent quick kisses that have Connor trembling pressed between them both, once hand leaving Connor to snag something from the bed and wiggle it between them to press into the pair of hands still wrapped around him.
The arms around him move, slowly untangling themselves and Connor feels cold air hit the overheated skin, shivering and whimpering into Ryan’s mouth as he feels them both pushed slightly forward, Ryan moving back to lie down again and taking Connor with him, keeping their mouths pressed together the whole way down, kisses growing sharper as he starts to nip at Connor’s reddened lips, hands moving down to stroke over his back.
Connor whimpers harshly with every movement, skin shifting and dragging against more skin, sweat and lube slicking the way, but leaving enough friction for Connor to try and thrust forward against Ryan’s stomach to try and get some friction, and back against Ryan’s cock to feel it against him again, make him shake once more.
He breaks the kiss when a cold wet finger presses against his already stretched hole, stroking softly around the tight muscle, not pushing in yet. Connor’s face presses itself into Ryan’s neck, and he breathes harshly, wrists flexing in the rope, shoulders beginning a dull ache that he knows he’ll still feel tomorrow.
He feels the finger stroke gently over him, leaving for scant seconds before returning and starting to press in, just as Ryan’s hands go back to his hips and hold him still, spread open and kneeling over him.
Connor gasps, bites back a scream at the toofulltoomuch his brain shouts out, and presses back slightly, feeling the finger slide in to the hilt and hearing Ryan’s stuttered exclamation of “fuck” beneath him, chest heaving. Fingers digging in hard enough that Connor knows there’ll be bruises.
“Christ, Connor, so good, good boy. So tight. Fuck.” He hears the owner of the finger’s dark chuckle as Ryan whispers in his ear. Small kisses peppered to his cheeks and the side of his neck as he shakes.
Connor sobs as he feels the second finger start to trace around him, slippery and slick as it presses in slowly to join the first one. Scissoring slightly. Connor screams, hips twisting to get away from it and trying to push back, the pain dulling to a slow burn that makes Connor’s spine arch, hands moving faster, trying to grip something, ending up gripping each other. Nails digging into his wrists and palms as a third finger lays itself next to his hole. Dripping with too much slick, and still feeling like not enough when it starts to press in. Connor thinks about shouting stop, ending it now, but he can’t bring himself to do it, listening to the heavy breaths from beneath him and behind him, the burn and stretch that just fills his head, makes him want to take it all, to get another breathy, quiet good boy from Ryan, and another groan from the other man.
He feels the tip of a pinky slip inside, bucks hard, despite the hands on his hips and groans at the slow drag of four fingers and a cock pressed hard against his prostate. He whimpers as the fingers start to slide out, despite the abundance of lube the drag still has him shaking.
“Connor, you sure?” He hears Ryan whisper. Nodding his head, voice destroyed.
He shakes harder when he feels the slender head of another cock pressed against him, the slight push and the moment of doubt that it’ll fit before the slick slide in that has him gasping, unable to catch his breath, mouth wide open against Ryan’s shoulder. Scream caught in his throat at the painpleasurepainpleasure that burns up through him, leg muscles clenching and spasming in an attempt to move and his nails digging in harder to his hands. His chest starts burning, unable to drag in enough air. And he’s got tears running down his face, silently gasping and twitching as hands run over his skin, soft voice telling him to breathe, Connor just breathe.
He finally manages to gasp in enough air to moan when someone twitches, he doesn’t know who, mind wiped out and blissfully blank as calloused hands wrap around his upper arms and pull him back against a sweat slick chest, sitting him up and the cocks (plural his brain helpfully supplies) slip fractionally deeper, the movement against his prostate enough to bring new tears to his eyes.
“Connor, so fucking beautiful. So tight, so... Fuck, Connor, are you ok?” He hears against his neck, feels the chest move, heaving in air.
Connor manages a weak nod and his hips move of their own accord grinding in a slow sweet circle that has the other two men groaning in pleasure and Connor gasping and twitching again. He cries out as rough fingers wrap around him, managing to look down at his cock and the near purple tip as the hand gives one slow perfect twist, tight and hard, gun calluses scratching slightly against the sensitive skin and that’s all it take to have Connor bucking hard, pressing down and pulling away quickly as he comes, tightening around the fullness till he thinks he might break. Scream echoing around the room as he feels the man behind him thrust hard, Ryan shoving up to press against his prostate and make him twitch again, white blinding him as he feels warmth bloom inside him, hears the whispered groans of his name in stereo.
Then black.
He comes to however long later and winces as he tries to move, settled across one chest with Ryan behind him.
“Hey.” He hears from above him, “welcome back. We thought we broke you.”
“Nearly.” Connor manages, voice cracked and quiet.
Ryan moves, pressing against him, lips next to his ear and whispers softly. “Next time we do that, I think we’ll have to go bareback, so I lick us out afterwards, you’d look so fucking hot, hands tied to the headboard, hips twitching.”
Connor twitches, groaning at the pain that spikes through him. “Next time?” He chokes out.
“Yep, next time.” Says Becker, hands reaching behind Connor to fumble with the rope still around his wrist, and rubbing the skin softly when he gets them free.
“Can I get over this time first?”
“Get some sleep, we’ve got a busy day tomorrow.” Ryan presses a kiss to his shoulder, and drapes an arm over him hips.
Pulling the sheet up Becker reaches a hand down to wrap his fingers with Connor.
Connor falls asleep almost immediately, pressed between his Captains.
Pairing: Connor/Becker/Ryan
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Double Penetration, Bondage, and implications of D/s.
A/N’s: This was supposed to be a hundred word synopsis of the fic... It didn’t stay at a 100 words.
Connor’s kneeling on the bed straddling Ryan, eyes locked with his as he sinks slowly down onto his cock, throwing his head back as he settles against Ryan’s hips with a groan. He pulls slightly against the rope around his wrists, moaning louder at the inability to wriggle free, to run his hands down Ryan’s chest like he longs to do.
He grits his teeth against a whimper when Ryan drags his finger nails down Connor’s back, leaving lines that sting and make Connor twist in Ryan’s lap. Ryan’s hands go to his hips and hold him still, press him down hard till Connor’s held rigid, tensing every muscle against the unspoken order to still.
He starts slightly at the calloused fingers that run down his back, slightly softer than the two at his hips, but still pressing hard, following the lines Ryan’s nails made earlier, he feels the bed dip behind him and sighs softly as dry lips press against his shoulder, fingers moving to brush his hair aside and lips sweeping against the back of his neck. Connor leans back slightly as knees press either side of his legs, and arms wrap around him, the movement presses Ryan’s cock into his prostate and he tries to buck, get away from the pressure and push against it. Movements stilled by Ryan’s implacable hands still pressed to his hips. The arms around his chest pull him back further to press him against an equally naked chest, sweat slick and toned. Connor’s bound arms trapped even more. Connor’s fingers stretch out to just brush the tip of an erection, gaining a small groan as lips move to whisper darkly in his ear.
“You trust us, Connor. You do trust us don’t you? Just nod or shake your head, don’t speak.”
Connor’s head nods before he even thinks about the question, he panics slightly at the thought that he does trust them both. Trust’s them with his life and his body, the thought doesn’t scare him as much as he thinks it should. He slumps slightly as Ryan’s cock twitches inside him, pleasure making him shake slightly. Precome beading at the tip of his cock.
He feels the smirk from the man behind him against his cheek as a soft chaste kiss is pressed to the flushed skin.
“Do you think you could take both of us? Do you want that, Tom and I pressed so deep, so far inside you? Make you feel so fucking full, make you scream for us.” His voice drops to a whisper, loud in the near silence of the room, Ryan’s hands tightening minutely against him, short nails just brushing the skin.
Connor freezes, eyes pressing shut tight at the image that flickers into his mind. The doubt voices itself first though. “No, too much, it’ll be too much.” And he starts to struggle, crying out when all it does is make Ryan move inside him and the arms about his chest tighten to hold him still, lips pressing against his neck and making soft shushing noises as Ryan’s hands move to gently stroke the side of his face. Trying to calm him like a worried horse.
“It’s ok. Calm down, please Connor, just calm down. Take a deep breath and stop moving, please.” Connor hates the small strain of desperation in that voice. That normally strong, sarcastic voice. He finally manages to still himself, hips twitching slightly at the still insistent press against his prostate.
“We’ll take it so slow. Make it feel so good, I know you want it Connor. I heard you talking to Abby about it. We can stop anytime, but it’ll be so good. You’ll feel so good. So full.” And the voice sinks through the fug of his brain to the part that wants it, that talked to Abby when he was so drunk he barely remembers that night. Connor leans back slightly into the warm body behind him, letting his fingers splay on the tight stomach, feeling the muscles tremble under his fingertips. He sighs, tongue slipping out to wet his lips.
“You’ll stop if I say stop?” He asks, voice small and cracking slightly. Feeling stupidly young between them, hands still soothing and petting him.
“Straight away.” Ryan says, finally speaking for the first time in what seems like hours, voice hoarse and breathy.
“Ok.” Connor feels Ryan move slightly before a pair of hands hold his face and Ryan sits up, cock moving inside him and presses his lips to Connor’s, hard insistent quick kisses that have Connor trembling pressed between them both, once hand leaving Connor to snag something from the bed and wiggle it between them to press into the pair of hands still wrapped around him.
The arms around him move, slowly untangling themselves and Connor feels cold air hit the overheated skin, shivering and whimpering into Ryan’s mouth as he feels them both pushed slightly forward, Ryan moving back to lie down again and taking Connor with him, keeping their mouths pressed together the whole way down, kisses growing sharper as he starts to nip at Connor’s reddened lips, hands moving down to stroke over his back.
Connor whimpers harshly with every movement, skin shifting and dragging against more skin, sweat and lube slicking the way, but leaving enough friction for Connor to try and thrust forward against Ryan’s stomach to try and get some friction, and back against Ryan’s cock to feel it against him again, make him shake once more.
He breaks the kiss when a cold wet finger presses against his already stretched hole, stroking softly around the tight muscle, not pushing in yet. Connor’s face presses itself into Ryan’s neck, and he breathes harshly, wrists flexing in the rope, shoulders beginning a dull ache that he knows he’ll still feel tomorrow.
He feels the finger stroke gently over him, leaving for scant seconds before returning and starting to press in, just as Ryan’s hands go back to his hips and hold him still, spread open and kneeling over him.
Connor gasps, bites back a scream at the toofulltoomuch his brain shouts out, and presses back slightly, feeling the finger slide in to the hilt and hearing Ryan’s stuttered exclamation of “fuck” beneath him, chest heaving. Fingers digging in hard enough that Connor knows there’ll be bruises.
“Christ, Connor, so good, good boy. So tight. Fuck.” He hears the owner of the finger’s dark chuckle as Ryan whispers in his ear. Small kisses peppered to his cheeks and the side of his neck as he shakes.
Connor sobs as he feels the second finger start to trace around him, slippery and slick as it presses in slowly to join the first one. Scissoring slightly. Connor screams, hips twisting to get away from it and trying to push back, the pain dulling to a slow burn that makes Connor’s spine arch, hands moving faster, trying to grip something, ending up gripping each other. Nails digging into his wrists and palms as a third finger lays itself next to his hole. Dripping with too much slick, and still feeling like not enough when it starts to press in. Connor thinks about shouting stop, ending it now, but he can’t bring himself to do it, listening to the heavy breaths from beneath him and behind him, the burn and stretch that just fills his head, makes him want to take it all, to get another breathy, quiet good boy from Ryan, and another groan from the other man.
He feels the tip of a pinky slip inside, bucks hard, despite the hands on his hips and groans at the slow drag of four fingers and a cock pressed hard against his prostate. He whimpers as the fingers start to slide out, despite the abundance of lube the drag still has him shaking.
“Connor, you sure?” He hears Ryan whisper. Nodding his head, voice destroyed.
He shakes harder when he feels the slender head of another cock pressed against him, the slight push and the moment of doubt that it’ll fit before the slick slide in that has him gasping, unable to catch his breath, mouth wide open against Ryan’s shoulder. Scream caught in his throat at the painpleasurepainpleasure that burns up through him, leg muscles clenching and spasming in an attempt to move and his nails digging in harder to his hands. His chest starts burning, unable to drag in enough air. And he’s got tears running down his face, silently gasping and twitching as hands run over his skin, soft voice telling him to breathe, Connor just breathe.
He finally manages to gasp in enough air to moan when someone twitches, he doesn’t know who, mind wiped out and blissfully blank as calloused hands wrap around his upper arms and pull him back against a sweat slick chest, sitting him up and the cocks (plural his brain helpfully supplies) slip fractionally deeper, the movement against his prostate enough to bring new tears to his eyes.
“Connor, so fucking beautiful. So tight, so... Fuck, Connor, are you ok?” He hears against his neck, feels the chest move, heaving in air.
Connor manages a weak nod and his hips move of their own accord grinding in a slow sweet circle that has the other two men groaning in pleasure and Connor gasping and twitching again. He cries out as rough fingers wrap around him, managing to look down at his cock and the near purple tip as the hand gives one slow perfect twist, tight and hard, gun calluses scratching slightly against the sensitive skin and that’s all it take to have Connor bucking hard, pressing down and pulling away quickly as he comes, tightening around the fullness till he thinks he might break. Scream echoing around the room as he feels the man behind him thrust hard, Ryan shoving up to press against his prostate and make him twitch again, white blinding him as he feels warmth bloom inside him, hears the whispered groans of his name in stereo.
Then black.
He comes to however long later and winces as he tries to move, settled across one chest with Ryan behind him.
“Hey.” He hears from above him, “welcome back. We thought we broke you.”
“Nearly.” Connor manages, voice cracked and quiet.
Ryan moves, pressing against him, lips next to his ear and whispers softly. “Next time we do that, I think we’ll have to go bareback, so I lick us out afterwards, you’d look so fucking hot, hands tied to the headboard, hips twitching.”
Connor twitches, groaning at the pain that spikes through him. “Next time?” He chokes out.
“Yep, next time.” Says Becker, hands reaching behind Connor to fumble with the rope still around his wrist, and rubbing the skin softly when he gets them free.
“Can I get over this time first?”
“Get some sleep, we’ve got a busy day tomorrow.” Ryan presses a kiss to his shoulder, and drapes an arm over him hips.
Pulling the sheet up Becker reaches a hand down to wrap his fingers with Connor.
Connor falls asleep almost immediately, pressed between his Captains.