Fic: Waiting Dreams
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bigtitchTitle: Waiting dreams
Fandom: Primeval
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bigtitch
Characters: Stephen/Ryan
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Explicit slash
Spoilers: None
Notes: Not mine, although I think they have more fun with me.
Thanks tofredbassett for coming to the rescue when I got my tenses in a knot and I promised you a 'lounging' fic!
In Stephen's dreams it is all so easy. They would get back to the ARC from the field and Stephen would take Ryan's hand and lead him away from the others. Sometimes that hand-holding was all it took, but in other dreams they would ghost through the white corridors of the ARC together and doors would open for them.
However they got there, they would always end up in Ryan's office, closing the door but leaving the light off. They would kiss in the dim illumination coming around the door, enough for what they needed.
They would kiss and Stephen would push Ryan towards the couch against the far wall. Ryan would lounge back as Stephen knelt between his knees. More kisses and then Stephen would slowly unzip Ryan's tac-vest and the combat jacket underneath it. Stephen's long fingers would feel firm muscles underneath Ryan's t-shirt before pushing it up and then his lips and tongue would trace the same path over smooth skin.
When Ryan's breathing gets heavy, Stephen sits back, letting his hands trail over Ryan's thighs. He would stroke up and down to the knees and then back up, tugging at the equipment thigh straps as he passes them. He would move up Ryan's body, pressing his own against it, to feel the hardness at Ryan's groin as they kiss again.
Then Stephen would lick his way down Ryan's torso to the waistband of his combat trousers. When the fly was open, Stephen would bend close and inhale the musky sex-scent of his lover, familiar and yet always new and exciting to him.
A little gentle tugging and Ryan's erect cock is free in his hand; hot, heavy and mobile. Stephen would lick it reverently before slowly taking it into his mouth, enjoying the taste and the sensation of being filled.
He has done this so many times before, they find their rhythm quickly. Stephen hums in pleasure as he draws gasps and moans from his lover. He feels the tension in Ryan's thighs as the sensation builds. He knows Ryan is near completion when he lifts his hips and thrusts raggedly into Stephen's mouth. Then there is a moment of utter stillness as they stand on the edge, until Ryan comes, flooding Stephen's mouth with his essence, and the ultimate pleasure fills them both.
And Stephen half awakens and presses his face into Ryan's t-shirt which he holds against the pillow. He breathes in his lover's scent, until Ryan returns and dreams become reality.
The End
Fandom: Primeval
Author:
bigtitchCharacters: Stephen/Ryan
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Explicit slash
Spoilers: None
Notes: Not mine, although I think they have more fun with me.
Thanks to
fredbassett for coming to the rescue when I got my tenses in a knot and I promised you a 'lounging' fic!In Stephen's dreams it is all so easy. They would get back to the ARC from the field and Stephen would take Ryan's hand and lead him away from the others. Sometimes that hand-holding was all it took, but in other dreams they would ghost through the white corridors of the ARC together and doors would open for them.
However they got there, they would always end up in Ryan's office, closing the door but leaving the light off. They would kiss in the dim illumination coming around the door, enough for what they needed.
They would kiss and Stephen would push Ryan towards the couch against the far wall. Ryan would lounge back as Stephen knelt between his knees. More kisses and then Stephen would slowly unzip Ryan's tac-vest and the combat jacket underneath it. Stephen's long fingers would feel firm muscles underneath Ryan's t-shirt before pushing it up and then his lips and tongue would trace the same path over smooth skin.
When Ryan's breathing gets heavy, Stephen sits back, letting his hands trail over Ryan's thighs. He would stroke up and down to the knees and then back up, tugging at the equipment thigh straps as he passes them. He would move up Ryan's body, pressing his own against it, to feel the hardness at Ryan's groin as they kiss again.
Then Stephen would lick his way down Ryan's torso to the waistband of his combat trousers. When the fly was open, Stephen would bend close and inhale the musky sex-scent of his lover, familiar and yet always new and exciting to him.
A little gentle tugging and Ryan's erect cock is free in his hand; hot, heavy and mobile. Stephen would lick it reverently before slowly taking it into his mouth, enjoying the taste and the sensation of being filled.
He has done this so many times before, they find their rhythm quickly. Stephen hums in pleasure as he draws gasps and moans from his lover. He feels the tension in Ryan's thighs as the sensation builds. He knows Ryan is near completion when he lifts his hips and thrusts raggedly into Stephen's mouth. Then there is a moment of utter stillness as they stand on the edge, until Ryan comes, flooding Stephen's mouth with his essence, and the ultimate pleasure fills them both.
And Stephen half awakens and presses his face into Ryan's t-shirt which he holds against the pillow. He breathes in his lover's scent, until Ryan returns and dreams become reality.
The End
