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Fic: Primeval: Living on the Edge (1/1)
Title: Living on the Edge
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bigtitch
Characters: Stephen/Ryan
Rating: 18, Explicit Slash
Words: 1300
Disclaimer: Not mine – no names, no packdrill.
This started out as a PWP, then developed a sort of plot, by accident.
It was Stephen's own fault. He knew he should have stopped flirting with the pretty girls at the bar, but he'd seen Ryan glaring at him as he did and he couldn't stop himself. He was an extreme sports fan, after all, he liked to live on the edge occasionally. Now on the way to his flat Ryan had stopped glaring and set up with a permanent glower that Stephen had previously only seen on Cutter when creationist evangelicals had been unwise enough to knock on his door.
At Stephen's door he opened it and went through first into his hall. Ryan followed behind and shut the door with a very meaningful click.
Stephen found himself grabbed and pushed against the wall, turned so that he was facing Ryan. Ryan pressed his body hard against him, pinning him there.
"Did you have fun tonight?" Ryan hissed. "Did you enjoy yourself, pretty boy?"
Stephen nodded, not trusting himself to speak.
"Well I didn't. So what are you going to do to so that I get a bit of fun tonight?"
Stephen tried to answer, but got lost in the cold stare that Ryan was giving him from very close range.
"Cat got your tongue?" Ryan mocked. "I'll tell you then, shall I?" He leant in close and Stephen closed his eyes in expectation of the kiss.
None came. Ryan moved away suddenly and Stephen had to step forward to maintain his balance. Ryan stalked into the bedroom and Stephen meekly followed. Ryan spun on his heels and Stephen nearly took a step back.
"Strip," Ryan ordered.
There was something in his face that Stephen didn't dare argue against. It wasn't often that Ryan unleashed the 'commanding officer' part of his personality on him, but when he did Stephen knew better than to resist.
He quickly undressed, fingers trembling slightly as they undid his buttons. He had a quick comedy hopping moment as he tried to take his left sock off, but then he was naked.
Ryan gestured towards his groin. "Suck me off."
Stephen was on his knees in front of Ryan in a trice. He reverently stroked Ryan's hardening length through his jeans. Ryan grabbed his and thrust his groin into Stephen's face.
"Quickly!"
Released, Stephen sat back for a moment, but leant forward again. He pulled Ryan's cock free and started work on it. He loved giving blow-jobs and usually took his time, but Ryan's hand on the back of his head keeping him close gave him no room for finesse. He sucked, stroked and rubbed, using all his skill and knowledge of his lover to bring him to a climax as fast as possible. He gave into the situation, revelling in the scent and taste of Ryan and the involuntary grunts and sounds he made.
Then Ryan was coming, holding Stephen's head still as he jabbed his cock into his mouth without consideration as his fluid spurted into Stephen's throat. When he was done, he pushed Stephen back.
Stephen steadied himself against the edge of the bed, watching Ryan and mopping up the side of his mouth with his other hand.
Ryan gently held his softening cock with his left hand, grabbed Stephen under his chin with his right and forced his head back.
"Get on the bed and get yourself ready for me," he ordered. "I'm going to fuck your arse like the little whore you are inside. Oh, and make yourself come," he added off-handedly, "because I'm not going to help you out there."
Stephen ran to the bedside cabinet and grabbed the tube of lube. He got on to the bed, parted his legs and rolled his hips back. He lubed up both hands and started his show. His left hand fingers rubbed and pushed at his arsehole while his right worked on his already hard cock. It was a favourite combination for a nice, leisurely wank for him. But this was a whole different ball game. Under Ryan's watchful and lustful eye he had to concentrate on preparing himself for what was to come. And he only had until he came to do it. The problem was, this whole situation turned him on far more than he would ever have imagined and he could feel his climax arriving with gathering speed.
He tried to handle his cock lightly, reducing the sensation. But he couldn't do anything about the feelings his fingers against his arse generated. He slid one and then two fingers inside him, biting against his lip to stop himself from coming. Then an involuntary twitch of hips brought his fingers into contact with his prostate and that was it. He came, thrusting into this fist as the pleasure rushed through him.
Stephen lay back and closed his eyes, trying to catch his breath. He felt the bed move and looked up to see Ryan kneeling above him. His lover was still fully-dressed, his jeans undone enough to let his cock and balls free.
Ryan reached down and picked up some of the excess lube from Stephen's thighs, giving his erection a perfunctory wipe with it. Then he put he head of his cock at Stephen's entrance and slowly pushed. It was a relatively gentle but inexorable motion. Stephen used his experience and his previous preparation to try and relax around Ryan's cock, but it wasn't enough and he had to grit his teeth against the stretch and burn.
Ryan gave no sign that he noticed Stephen's discomfort. He kept on pushing until he was fully sheathed inside. Once there, Ryan started a shallow, rolling thrust that gave Stephen more of a chance of adjust to him. As Stephen relaxed he moved his hips slightly increasing the contact.
Without saying anything, Ryan started to move faster. He kept up the rolling motion but it became deeper, harder. Stephen tried to move so that Ryan was hitting his prostate, but Ryan didn't respond. His eyes were shut, pursuing his own orgasm only. Occasionally a thrust hit Stephen's prostate but Ryan never tried to repeat it. He was doing as he had promised, fucking Stephen, using him for his own pleasure with no pretence at reciprocation.
And he was taking his time about it. Stephen's earlier blow-job meant that although this was a fuck, it wasn't quick one. Stephen's arse was taking a pounding with just enough thrusts against his prostate to keep him hard and panting, but not enough to bring him even close to an orgasm. The frustration made him grit his teeth and moan.
Ryan ignored him.
The steady thrusting continued until Stephen sensed a break in the rhythm. Ryan grunted and panted hard. He gave half a dozen firm thrusts against Stephen's prostate and then Ryan was coming, shuddering and shouting.
Ryan stayed inside Stephen for a couple of seconds and then abruptly withdrew. The movement made Stephen's cock jerk, he was so close to coming now after the previous stimulation of his prostate.
Stephen watched Ryan leave the room. He heard him turn on the tap in the bathroom. Stephen waited for him to return, cock and arse twitching in anticipation as to what was to happen next.
Click!
It was so unexpected that it took Stephen a few seconds to realise it was the sound of his front door being closed. He sprang up and ran to the living room window. He was just in time to see Ryan disappearing down the road.
Stephen stood for a moment and then looked down at his softening cock. He hadn't expected that. Not one bit. Living on the edge was one thing, but what happened when you stepped over it?
The End
Writer:
bigtitchCharacters: Stephen/Ryan
Rating: 18, Explicit Slash
Words: 1300
Disclaimer: Not mine – no names, no packdrill.
This started out as a PWP, then developed a sort of plot, by accident.
It was Stephen's own fault. He knew he should have stopped flirting with the pretty girls at the bar, but he'd seen Ryan glaring at him as he did and he couldn't stop himself. He was an extreme sports fan, after all, he liked to live on the edge occasionally. Now on the way to his flat Ryan had stopped glaring and set up with a permanent glower that Stephen had previously only seen on Cutter when creationist evangelicals had been unwise enough to knock on his door.
At Stephen's door he opened it and went through first into his hall. Ryan followed behind and shut the door with a very meaningful click.
Stephen found himself grabbed and pushed against the wall, turned so that he was facing Ryan. Ryan pressed his body hard against him, pinning him there.
"Did you have fun tonight?" Ryan hissed. "Did you enjoy yourself, pretty boy?"
Stephen nodded, not trusting himself to speak.
"Well I didn't. So what are you going to do to so that I get a bit of fun tonight?"
Stephen tried to answer, but got lost in the cold stare that Ryan was giving him from very close range.
"Cat got your tongue?" Ryan mocked. "I'll tell you then, shall I?" He leant in close and Stephen closed his eyes in expectation of the kiss.
None came. Ryan moved away suddenly and Stephen had to step forward to maintain his balance. Ryan stalked into the bedroom and Stephen meekly followed. Ryan spun on his heels and Stephen nearly took a step back.
"Strip," Ryan ordered.
There was something in his face that Stephen didn't dare argue against. It wasn't often that Ryan unleashed the 'commanding officer' part of his personality on him, but when he did Stephen knew better than to resist.
He quickly undressed, fingers trembling slightly as they undid his buttons. He had a quick comedy hopping moment as he tried to take his left sock off, but then he was naked.
Ryan gestured towards his groin. "Suck me off."
Stephen was on his knees in front of Ryan in a trice. He reverently stroked Ryan's hardening length through his jeans. Ryan grabbed his and thrust his groin into Stephen's face.
"Quickly!"
Released, Stephen sat back for a moment, but leant forward again. He pulled Ryan's cock free and started work on it. He loved giving blow-jobs and usually took his time, but Ryan's hand on the back of his head keeping him close gave him no room for finesse. He sucked, stroked and rubbed, using all his skill and knowledge of his lover to bring him to a climax as fast as possible. He gave into the situation, revelling in the scent and taste of Ryan and the involuntary grunts and sounds he made.
Then Ryan was coming, holding Stephen's head still as he jabbed his cock into his mouth without consideration as his fluid spurted into Stephen's throat. When he was done, he pushed Stephen back.
Stephen steadied himself against the edge of the bed, watching Ryan and mopping up the side of his mouth with his other hand.
Ryan gently held his softening cock with his left hand, grabbed Stephen under his chin with his right and forced his head back.
"Get on the bed and get yourself ready for me," he ordered. "I'm going to fuck your arse like the little whore you are inside. Oh, and make yourself come," he added off-handedly, "because I'm not going to help you out there."
Stephen ran to the bedside cabinet and grabbed the tube of lube. He got on to the bed, parted his legs and rolled his hips back. He lubed up both hands and started his show. His left hand fingers rubbed and pushed at his arsehole while his right worked on his already hard cock. It was a favourite combination for a nice, leisurely wank for him. But this was a whole different ball game. Under Ryan's watchful and lustful eye he had to concentrate on preparing himself for what was to come. And he only had until he came to do it. The problem was, this whole situation turned him on far more than he would ever have imagined and he could feel his climax arriving with gathering speed.
He tried to handle his cock lightly, reducing the sensation. But he couldn't do anything about the feelings his fingers against his arse generated. He slid one and then two fingers inside him, biting against his lip to stop himself from coming. Then an involuntary twitch of hips brought his fingers into contact with his prostate and that was it. He came, thrusting into this fist as the pleasure rushed through him.
Stephen lay back and closed his eyes, trying to catch his breath. He felt the bed move and looked up to see Ryan kneeling above him. His lover was still fully-dressed, his jeans undone enough to let his cock and balls free.
Ryan reached down and picked up some of the excess lube from Stephen's thighs, giving his erection a perfunctory wipe with it. Then he put he head of his cock at Stephen's entrance and slowly pushed. It was a relatively gentle but inexorable motion. Stephen used his experience and his previous preparation to try and relax around Ryan's cock, but it wasn't enough and he had to grit his teeth against the stretch and burn.
Ryan gave no sign that he noticed Stephen's discomfort. He kept on pushing until he was fully sheathed inside. Once there, Ryan started a shallow, rolling thrust that gave Stephen more of a chance of adjust to him. As Stephen relaxed he moved his hips slightly increasing the contact.
Without saying anything, Ryan started to move faster. He kept up the rolling motion but it became deeper, harder. Stephen tried to move so that Ryan was hitting his prostate, but Ryan didn't respond. His eyes were shut, pursuing his own orgasm only. Occasionally a thrust hit Stephen's prostate but Ryan never tried to repeat it. He was doing as he had promised, fucking Stephen, using him for his own pleasure with no pretence at reciprocation.
And he was taking his time about it. Stephen's earlier blow-job meant that although this was a fuck, it wasn't quick one. Stephen's arse was taking a pounding with just enough thrusts against his prostate to keep him hard and panting, but not enough to bring him even close to an orgasm. The frustration made him grit his teeth and moan.
Ryan ignored him.
The steady thrusting continued until Stephen sensed a break in the rhythm. Ryan grunted and panted hard. He gave half a dozen firm thrusts against Stephen's prostate and then Ryan was coming, shuddering and shouting.
Ryan stayed inside Stephen for a couple of seconds and then abruptly withdrew. The movement made Stephen's cock jerk, he was so close to coming now after the previous stimulation of his prostate.
Stephen watched Ryan leave the room. He heard him turn on the tap in the bathroom. Stephen waited for him to return, cock and arse twitching in anticipation as to what was to happen next.
Click!
It was so unexpected that it took Stephen a few seconds to realise it was the sound of his front door being closed. He sprang up and ran to the living room window. He was just in time to see Ryan disappearing down the road.
Stephen stood for a moment and then looked down at his softening cock. He hadn't expected that. Not one bit. Living on the edge was one thing, but what happened when you stepped over it?
The End