Fic: Fumble a Try, Connor/Becker/Ryan, NC-17
Title: Fumble a Try
Pairing: Connor/Becker/Ryan
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Somnophilia, slight D/s, Bondage
Author’s notes: Written before I had to leave for work, un-beta’ed. Kinda sequel to Between a Rock and a Hard Place
Becker freezes in the doorway to their room. Eyes roaming over the pale body curled up on the large bed. Wrists between the wooden slats of the headboard, glints of metal visible between tangled fingers, long legs drawn up to a slim chest and the slow rise and fall of sleep deepened breaths.
He stumbles back into the corridor and down to the living room, teeth slightly nibbling his bottom lip as he regards the other Captain on the sofa, currently grimacing at a fumbled try in the rugby match on the screen, can of beer in hand and packet of crisps slowly leaking crumbs onto the rug from the small table.
“As much as I appreciate the thought of you giving me Connor to entertain myself while you watch sports, you might want to make sure he’s going to stay awake for long enough.” He says, smirking slightly at the small jump from the other man and then meeting his eyes, long enough to catch the query in them.
“What are you talking about? Connor was taking a shower and then going to bed last time I saw him.”
“So, you didn’t cuff him to the bed then?” Becker asks, stepping back out into the corridor and letting his eyes wander back to the bedroom doorway. The slight clanking of metal of wood reaching his ears.
“Um, no. What?”
“Come on.”
Becker starts to walk back, listening to Ryan’s heavy footfalls on the wooden floor behind him and he stops once more just inside the bedroom door.
Connor’s still asleep, he’s turned over since Becker was last in here, that would explain the clinking he thinks absently. He hears Ryan’s breath catch in the doorway and turns to him. “See.” He gestures at the bed, an entirely unneeded gesture he thinks as Ryan seems incapable of looking anywhere else.
“Well, I didn’t do it. You didn’t do it, and no-one else has been here.”
“I’m guessing he did it himself.” Becker says, starting to strip of his clothes, warmth spreading over his skin as he keeps looking at the too pale skin, light bruises visible on his hips, from where one or other of them fucked him recently, fingers digging in hard as they pulled him back against sweat slicked skin.
Once he’s naked, quick even for Becker, he stalks towards the bed. “You’d better go back, you’re missing the game.” He says, not even looking at Ryan as he crawls onto the bed, smirk full force as he hears Ryan whimper slightly behind him. Head dipping down to press a soft kiss to the jut of Connor’s hipbone.
Connor’s skin is still slightly damp from the shower Becker assumes he had, and as he slides a hand around Connor’s thigh he brushes against Connor erection, and lets out a small moan.
He thinks he might just lean around and take the head into his mouth but his other hands slips lower and brushes just over Connor’s entrance and encounters lube-slick skin and stretched muscles.
“Fuck.” He mutters, letting one finger play over the skin before slipping just the tip in easily.
“What?” Ryan says from the doorway, eyes wide and hands shaking slightly.
“Little tease got himself ready.” He fucking feels Ryan’s groan as the air seems to ratchet up another 10 degrees and sweat prickles out over his skin.
“Oh fuck. I want...”
“No.” Becker says, turning to Ryan with an evil smile stretching his lips. “Stay there, you can have him once I’m done.” He turns his full attention to Connor, barely hearing the litany of strangled curses from the entrance.
Becker lays himself down behind Connor, hand sliding slightly under Connor’s side and turning him to his front softly, trying not to wake him up. He lets a hand fumble onto the bedside table behind him trying to find a condom, and his fingers close around metal, he pulls it to his face, smiling at the key in his hand. “At least he kept it somewhere obvious.” He mutters, dropping it back to the table and wrapping his fingers around a foil square. He rips the foil, rolling the latex over his already leaking cock, and shivers at just that small touch. Before lining himself up with Connor’s stretched hole and pushing forward slowly. He manages to ease about halfway in before Connor reacts, moan slipping from still sleep slack lips and metal clanking as his hands move, shivering in Becker’s arms.
“Fuck.” He hears from Ryan, turning his head to see his hand moving fast over his cock, jeans unzipped and underwear pushed out of the way enough to give him enough room to work with.
Connor pushes back slightly, and Becker turns back to him, pushing himself up on an elbow so he can look at Connor’s face. Taking in the closed eyes and the smile on his lips.
“You’re awake.”
“Barely.” He hears the whispered reply. But Connor pushes back hard and clenches around him. “Are you going to fuck me? Or are you going to drag this out, because I might just go back to sleep.”
Becker thrusts hard, cock head hitting Connor’s prostate dead on, feeling him tighten and twitch in his arms. Small groan slipping out.
He keeps thrusting hard, questions pouring out of his mouth. “Why’d you do it?”
“Thought you’d, oh fuck harder.” Connor stutters, breath caught in his throat as Becker’s arms tighten around him, fingers trailing down his chest to flick over the head of Connor’s cock.
“Thought I’d what?”
“Be back sooner. Although, it’s not a bad way to wake up.” His last words are lost on a moan. As Becker tightens his hand around his shaft and strokes it slow and firm.
“We’ll have to have a word about your presumptuousness later on, but for now.” Becker’s hand moves faster, hips snapping harder and harder against Connor, skin slapping against skin.
He feels Connor tighten around him seconds before hot come splashes over his hand and Connor’s stomach. Shoving himself in hard before he comes, teeth biting down on the back of Connor’s neck.
He hears Ryan swear from the doorway, hand still working furiously over himself, squeezing out the last of his orgasm onto the floor, other hand wrapping around the doorframe to hold himself up as profanities and names tumble from his lips.
Becker manages to pull out and discard the condom, hand flipping Connor onto his back and looking down at him. “Tom, you’d better go enjoy the rest of the match, Connor, here, and I have something to discuss. Try to clean up the crisps after you’re done.” He kisses, Connor, pressing a leg up between Connor’s legs and against soft twitching sensitive flesh, swallowing Connor’s groan.
He hears Ryan’s muttered ‘evil fucker’ as he leaves.
Pairing: Connor/Becker/Ryan
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Somnophilia, slight D/s, Bondage
Author’s notes: Written before I had to leave for work, un-beta’ed. Kinda sequel to Between a Rock and a Hard Place
Becker freezes in the doorway to their room. Eyes roaming over the pale body curled up on the large bed. Wrists between the wooden slats of the headboard, glints of metal visible between tangled fingers, long legs drawn up to a slim chest and the slow rise and fall of sleep deepened breaths.
He stumbles back into the corridor and down to the living room, teeth slightly nibbling his bottom lip as he regards the other Captain on the sofa, currently grimacing at a fumbled try in the rugby match on the screen, can of beer in hand and packet of crisps slowly leaking crumbs onto the rug from the small table.
“As much as I appreciate the thought of you giving me Connor to entertain myself while you watch sports, you might want to make sure he’s going to stay awake for long enough.” He says, smirking slightly at the small jump from the other man and then meeting his eyes, long enough to catch the query in them.
“What are you talking about? Connor was taking a shower and then going to bed last time I saw him.”
“So, you didn’t cuff him to the bed then?” Becker asks, stepping back out into the corridor and letting his eyes wander back to the bedroom doorway. The slight clanking of metal of wood reaching his ears.
“Um, no. What?”
“Come on.”
Becker starts to walk back, listening to Ryan’s heavy footfalls on the wooden floor behind him and he stops once more just inside the bedroom door.
Connor’s still asleep, he’s turned over since Becker was last in here, that would explain the clinking he thinks absently. He hears Ryan’s breath catch in the doorway and turns to him. “See.” He gestures at the bed, an entirely unneeded gesture he thinks as Ryan seems incapable of looking anywhere else.
“Well, I didn’t do it. You didn’t do it, and no-one else has been here.”
“I’m guessing he did it himself.” Becker says, starting to strip of his clothes, warmth spreading over his skin as he keeps looking at the too pale skin, light bruises visible on his hips, from where one or other of them fucked him recently, fingers digging in hard as they pulled him back against sweat slicked skin.
Once he’s naked, quick even for Becker, he stalks towards the bed. “You’d better go back, you’re missing the game.” He says, not even looking at Ryan as he crawls onto the bed, smirk full force as he hears Ryan whimper slightly behind him. Head dipping down to press a soft kiss to the jut of Connor’s hipbone.
Connor’s skin is still slightly damp from the shower Becker assumes he had, and as he slides a hand around Connor’s thigh he brushes against Connor erection, and lets out a small moan.
He thinks he might just lean around and take the head into his mouth but his other hands slips lower and brushes just over Connor’s entrance and encounters lube-slick skin and stretched muscles.
“Fuck.” He mutters, letting one finger play over the skin before slipping just the tip in easily.
“What?” Ryan says from the doorway, eyes wide and hands shaking slightly.
“Little tease got himself ready.” He fucking feels Ryan’s groan as the air seems to ratchet up another 10 degrees and sweat prickles out over his skin.
“Oh fuck. I want...”
“No.” Becker says, turning to Ryan with an evil smile stretching his lips. “Stay there, you can have him once I’m done.” He turns his full attention to Connor, barely hearing the litany of strangled curses from the entrance.
Becker lays himself down behind Connor, hand sliding slightly under Connor’s side and turning him to his front softly, trying not to wake him up. He lets a hand fumble onto the bedside table behind him trying to find a condom, and his fingers close around metal, he pulls it to his face, smiling at the key in his hand. “At least he kept it somewhere obvious.” He mutters, dropping it back to the table and wrapping his fingers around a foil square. He rips the foil, rolling the latex over his already leaking cock, and shivers at just that small touch. Before lining himself up with Connor’s stretched hole and pushing forward slowly. He manages to ease about halfway in before Connor reacts, moan slipping from still sleep slack lips and metal clanking as his hands move, shivering in Becker’s arms.
“Fuck.” He hears from Ryan, turning his head to see his hand moving fast over his cock, jeans unzipped and underwear pushed out of the way enough to give him enough room to work with.
Connor pushes back slightly, and Becker turns back to him, pushing himself up on an elbow so he can look at Connor’s face. Taking in the closed eyes and the smile on his lips.
“You’re awake.”
“Barely.” He hears the whispered reply. But Connor pushes back hard and clenches around him. “Are you going to fuck me? Or are you going to drag this out, because I might just go back to sleep.”
Becker thrusts hard, cock head hitting Connor’s prostate dead on, feeling him tighten and twitch in his arms. Small groan slipping out.
He keeps thrusting hard, questions pouring out of his mouth. “Why’d you do it?”
“Thought you’d, oh fuck harder.” Connor stutters, breath caught in his throat as Becker’s arms tighten around him, fingers trailing down his chest to flick over the head of Connor’s cock.
“Thought I’d what?”
“Be back sooner. Although, it’s not a bad way to wake up.” His last words are lost on a moan. As Becker tightens his hand around his shaft and strokes it slow and firm.
“We’ll have to have a word about your presumptuousness later on, but for now.” Becker’s hand moves faster, hips snapping harder and harder against Connor, skin slapping against skin.
He feels Connor tighten around him seconds before hot come splashes over his hand and Connor’s stomach. Shoving himself in hard before he comes, teeth biting down on the back of Connor’s neck.
He hears Ryan swear from the doorway, hand still working furiously over himself, squeezing out the last of his orgasm onto the floor, other hand wrapping around the doorframe to hold himself up as profanities and names tumble from his lips.
Becker manages to pull out and discard the condom, hand flipping Connor onto his back and looking down at him. “Tom, you’d better go enjoy the rest of the match, Connor, here, and I have something to discuss. Try to clean up the crisps after you’re done.” He kisses, Connor, pressing a leg up between Connor’s legs and against soft twitching sensitive flesh, swallowing Connor’s groan.
He hears Ryan’s muttered ‘evil fucker’ as he leaves.