Fic: Primeval: Back from the Brink (1/1)

[bigtitch]

Title: Back from the Brink
Writer: bigtitch
Characters: Stephen/Ryan
Rating: 18, Explicit Slash
Words: 700
Disclaimer: Not mine – no names, no packdrill.
This is the sequel to Living on the Edge. And I was mugged I tell you, mugged. fredbassett and lukadreaming formed a mob and made me write this. It's oppression, that's what it is,oppression!



Stephen wandered around the ARC, trying to not to show that he was avoiding sitting down. At the team meeting he nonchalantly leant against the wall with his arms folded, pretending that he was bored. He carefully avoided meeting Ditzy's eye.

Ryan was at the meeting, carefully not meeting Stephen's eye. He did the SAS equivalent of scuttling off as soon Lester had finished with them and disappeared into his office where he'd been all morning.

Stephen hung around to chat with Cutter and Connor only leaving when the conversation turned to anomaly refraction frequencies. He made his way to the military side of the ARC. Ryan's office door was closed and the 'Do Not Disturb' sign was out. Stephen didn't even knock. He just opened the door and closed it behind him.

Ryan was seated at his desk with papers out in front of him, but he didn't seem to be reading them. He looked up angrily as Stephen walked in and then looked straight back down at the table.

'Morning,' Stephen said. He went to sit down at one of the low chairs beside Ryan's desk only remembering half-way down why he wasn't doing the sitting thing that morning. Passed the point of no return, he had to continue the movement and hope that he could suppress the inevitable wince. He wasn't that successful.

'God! Stephen!' Ryan was around the desk and kneeling beside him in an instant. 'I hurt you!'

'No,' Stephen said. 'I enjoyed it. I liked it. Right up to when you left.'

Ryan looked down. 'I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. It's just...' He stopped.

'Just what?'

'It's complicated.'

'Try me.'

Ryan looked round the room and then finally looked back at Stephen. 'You're not one of my troopers,' he blurted at last.

Stephen stared at him trying to decode what Ryan was trying to say. 'And you're not my commanding officer,' he said slowly.

Ryan nodded. 'Yes.'

Stephen tried again. 'You don't want to command me in the bedroom?'

'That's it. It's not what I want for us.'

'You don't like it.'

'It's too easy,' Ryan said.

Stephen filed that bit of information away for future consideration. 'What do you want then?'

'This,' Ryan said thickly, leaning forward.

Their kiss was hesitant, tasting, testing the ground. But they were familiar to each other and the old passion came back instantly.

Ryan eased Stephen back in the chair, kissing him slowly and deeply before moving on to nibbling at the side of his jaw and down his neck. Ryan's hand moved down and cupped Stephen's groin, gently squeezing the hardening flesh. Stephen thrust up to meet Ryan's hand, feeling his erection grow.

Ryan pushed up Stephen's t-shirt and kissed and nibbled his way down Stephen's torso. He undid Stephen's belt buckle and zip and Stephen's erection bobbed free. At the first touch of Ryan's lips on his cock it was as if all the frustrated arousal from the previous night came flooding back. He was achingly hard and the touch of Ryan's lips and tongue on his cock was enough to drive him to the edge. He teetered on the brink for a few blissful moments and then the wave of pleasure pushed him over and he came with a deep groan.

Stephen caught his breath and looked down at Ryan. His lover looked back at him with happy eyes.

'I owed you a blow-job,' he said.

'And I owe you a fuck.'

Ryan nodded. 'Tonight,' he said.

'Tonight,' Stephen agreed. He tried to stand up and winced properly. 'Give me a hand?'

Ryan obliged. 'You should get Ditzy to give you some ibuprofen gel for that,' he said, all business-like.

'I'm not letting Ditzy's cold hands anywhere near my arse,' Stephen retorted. 'Besides, the bastard is just as likely to give me a rubber ring.'

Ryan grinned and was about to say something when the anomaly alarm went off. Both men headed for the door by instinct. Ryan just taking the time to hiss 'Don't forget your fly!' at Stephen before they left to deal with the disasters they were paid to take care of.

The End