oddegg | Fic: Schrödinger’s Bat: Chapter 6 (Reply)

Title: Schrödinger’s Bat: Chapter 6
Fandom: Primeval/BtVS crossover
Pairing: Connor/Ryan
Rating: NC-17 for this chapter and overall
Summary: Back at the base, showers are wonderful and so are other things.
Word Count: 2,253
Disclaimer: All your characters are belong to me. (Except they don’t. I weep about that daily. And then write more porn about them)
Notes: Lyle belongs to fredbassett. Rob belongs to me.

Other parts can be found here: prologue (of sorts) : Chapter 1 : Chapter 2 : Chapter 3 : Chapter 4 : Chapter 5

Chapter 6 – “It’s only dirty if you’re doing it right”

Connor had never in his life been so glad to see a bed. He’d been poked and prodded by Ditzy and finally been declared ‘Bruised and shocky, but ok’. He’d left the others discussing what had happened downstairs and slowly made his way up to the room he’d been assigned. He nearly moaned at the thought of lying down.

But first –

Oh god. Oh yes.

If he thought he’d been glad to see the bed… well, he nearly had a bloody orgasm when he saw the shower. He left his filthy and still sopping wet clothes in a pile in the corner – they were so soiled he was fairly sure he’d have to chuck them, and he didn’t really need a reminder of today anyway. And then…

He did moan now. Long and low. Hot water: invention of the GODS.

He braced his hands against the tiles and let the water cascade over his neck and shoulders. He was tempted to not bother dragging his sore and sorry arse out of the shower to bed – to just lean his head against his arms and go to sleep here and now – but eventually he straightened up with a groan and started washing himself down.

It took two shampoos to get all of the gritty river mud out of his hair and the bathroom was so misty when he turned off the water that he almost expected to see Dian Fossey in the doorway.

He saw Ryan instead.

He was so used to his lover’s silent creep skills now – and so bloody exhausted – that he barely jumped. He half expected to see heavily armed soldiers appear at any moment now anyway – and wasn’t THAT a strange reflection on his life.

Connor smiled wearily at Ryan as he wrapped a towel round his waist, and he indulged himself by leaning against the other man’s strong, solid body for a moment, resting his head against that cropped, dirty blonde hair. God, he could just go to sleep like this as well.

But that wasn’t really Ryan’s thing, was it? The relationship he and the soldier had was friendly enough, and the other man had moments of casual affection and seemed perfectly willing to try out any sexual ideas, but you didn’t really cuddle up with the SAS. Their motto was ‘Who Dares Wins’ not ‘Who Wants a Hug?’

So he forced himself back (and ok, maybe he did it slowly, but he’d had a hard day and he was allowed to indulge himself a bit, surely?). He gave Ryan another smile that was probably more of a grimace and moved to let him into the bathroom. He assumed that was why he’d come up to the room.

He collapsed face first onto one of the two beds and let out another small groan. Every single muscle he had felt like he’d been wrestling with T-Rex’s all day (which wasn’t that far off really) and he ached like a bastard.

“You sore, Temple?”

Connor twisted onto his side and saw that Ryan was standing by the bed, looking at him with a slight frown. He nodded and tried to smile, but failed. He definitely wasn’t feeling his usual happy self tonight, but he had a go at joking about it

“Yeah, I feel like I got trampled on. Oh, wait – I did get trampled on. And thrown around. And nearly drowned.”

He turned onto his back and threw an arm across his face

“God! I’m so sick of being the damsel in distress all the time!”
(And that was absolutely not a lump of self-pity in his throat)

“Roll over”

“What?”

Connor removed the arm and saw that Ryan was stripping down for his shower, which kind of cheered him up a bit because, hello? Naked Ryan was very nice to look at. But why did he want Connor to roll over? And why was he taking a bottle of lotion out of his bag?

Ryan quirked an eyebrow at him and said

“I said roll over. I’ll rub you down – loosen you up a bit”

Right. With all the exercise soldiers did they must get used to giving muscle rubs.

Connor had a brief mental image of Ryan and Rob oiling each other up and realized that a certain part of him wasn’t as tired as the rest. He rolled over quickly before Ryan noticed. He was sure Ryan would want to do this quickly so he could get back down to discuss the plan of attack and, possibly more importantly, have a drink with the others and Connor didn’t want him feeling he had to do anything out of obligation. He didn’t want a pity fuck thank you very much (although that same certain part was doing its best to change his mind on that)

He stiffened slightly when he felt Ryan straddle his thighs, but then relaxed at the first stroke. Strong, knowing fingers kneaded and massaged away the ache, concentrating on knots of tension with a pressure that was almost painful until they melted away.

Connor felt like he was melting as well, dissolving into a puddle of warm, oozy happiness.

And the happy just kept coming as Ryan’s hands went lower and tugged his towel loose, and then warm, dry lips brushed over his shoulders and made their way down and over his back. It seemed Ryan wasn’t that interested in going downstairs right now. Brilliant!

Ryan was placing small, butterfly kisses on his lower back now and was shifting and nudging Connor’s legs apart so he could kneel between them, pulling at his hips until he raised them up. Ryan smoothed his hands over the cheeks of Connor’s bum and that was nice so he wiggled a bit, and then –

Connor yelped and twisted to look back at Ryan

“No biting my bum! I have enough things trying to eat my arse without you starting as well!”

Oops. Judging by the evil look in Ryan’s eye that had really been the wrong thing to say, and as Ryan flashed his teeth in a wicked smile and leant forward Connor braced himself for –

“NnnnGHHHH!!”

ohsweetjesusgod

Not the teeth he was expecting, not a bite. Instead there was… ohgodohgodohgod – there was a tongue. Ryan was licking histongue over Connor’s aresehole! His TONGUE!

And it was all warm and wet he was swirling it around and giving these long, looonng licks and actually pushing the tip inside!! and Oh.God.

Sweet baby Jesus and all the little smurfs. That. Felt. Amazing.

He must have said that out loud because Ryan chuckled behind him (nearly sending Connor’s brain dribbling out of his ears because of how good the vibrations felt) and pulled away to say

“You often prey to little blue men, Temple?”

But before Connor could scream at him to fuck the smurfs (though not, you know, literally) and get back to what he was doing Ryan put his head down again, put his thumbs by Connor’s hole to open him up so wide it almost hurt, and started tongue-fucking him in earnest.

Connor decided then and there that Captain Tom Ryan had obviously been put on this earth by God to do just this and the tiny, tiny bit of his brain that could still think began making plans to rob a bank or kidnap the pope for ransom or something, anything, that would mean Ryan could quit his day job and do nothing but this all day and every day (and the pope surely wouldn’t mind because this was helping someone fulfill their deity appointed duty right?) but the rest of Connor’s brain was caught in a loop ofyesyesyesyesyesyesmoremoreyesyesyes and he was pushing himself back onto Ryan’s face – couldn’t help himself, but by the encouraging noises Ryan was making he didn’t mind and ohgod, please let him make those noises again ‘cos that was so good andyesyesyes, he’d put his fingers in now, was licking and sucking and tonguing around the fingers he’d put in Connor’s arse andohjesus, ohgod, this was too good, this was too much, this was going to make him…

Come.

With a scream that they probably heard downstairs.

***

Connor felt he should say something. Something deep and profound, that truly encapsulated his feelings.

“Bloody fucking hell!”

Yup. That about summed up his feelings deeply and profoundly.

“Jesus H Christ on a bike…”

And that was good as well. Anything that was a combination of profanity or blasphemy would do really. Or inarticulate vowel sounds mumbled into the pillow would do just as well.

“Liked that, did you?”

Ryan’s voice was low and amused, with a rough, hungry undercurrent.

Connor grunted at him. He really didn’t feel the question deserved a sensible answer because he’d just shot his load all over the bed without even touching himself due to the tongue in his arse! So he just sprawled there instead, so relaxed and boneless he may as well have been filleted.

The bed shifted and he managed to turn his head slightly to look behind him and take in the sight of a very smug looking Ryan grinning down at him.

Smug and horny looking. Then the grin faded away and Ryan was just…
Looking. Focussed and intent.

It was strange that his eyes went so light when he was turned on. Connor had always heard of eyes going ‘dark with lust’ but Ryan’s just went paler – a pale, pale blue grey like a winter sky, with that dark outer rim making them almost seem to glow. It made him look feral, wild. It made him look dangerous. And it made him look sexy as hell.

Connor’s mouth went dry and he couldn’t seem to make himself speak as Ryan leaned over and put his hands by Connor’s shoulders, then slowly lowered himself smoothly down to drape over his back like a blanket in an absurdly hot display of strength, like he was doing a slow push-up. His hips slotted in between Connor’s still spread thighs and his cock nudged up against Connor’s arse – a potent reminder that Ryan still hadn’t come.

He didn’t seem in any particular hurry to do so either.

His arms drew in to Connor’s sides and he lowered his head down to softly rub a bristly cheek over Connor’s shoulders, press his mouth softly to Connor’s neck and his ear and to as much of his jaw as he could reach. The only word for it really was nuzzling, and perhaps it was the feel of Ryan’s weight plastered on top of him but Connor’s chest suddenly felt tight and constricted, like his heart hurt. Then Ryan let out a breath against Connor’s neck, too small to really be called a sigh, and he murmured softly
“Scared me today, Temple. Don’t do it again”

Connor wanted to protest that he had no intention of getting himself trampled on by inter-dimensional demons and nearly drownedever again, but Ryan was moving again; drawing his arms in even tighter, sliding his hands under Connor’s chest and up to grasp his shoulders, making tiny little movements and adjustments of his hips that had his cock nudging up against Connor’s hole – still loose and wet from the ministrations of Ryan’s tongue moments ago. Then, when the head of his cock was just there, pressing right up against him Ryan stilled, just left that feeling of pressure there while his mouth worked one small patch of skin between Connor’s shoulder blade and his spine over and over, teeth making tiny scrapes that he immediately soothed with lips and tongue, until Connor couldn’t stand it and started moving his hips as much as he was able while they were pinned under Ryan’s, needing more, more pressure, just more.

And Ryan gave it to him. Slow, so slow it felt like torture, so gentle he had no choice but to open up – soft and easy under that sweet pressure.

It was good, so good. Nearly too good. Connor could feel Ryan hard and deep inside him, heavy and hot on top of him, close and tight all around. Ryan’s breath on his cheek and the soft little noises he was making in his ear. And now he was hard once more, when he could have sworn he wouldn’t be again for a month, and it was all there, all so good, too good, building up inside…

This time the orgasm washed over him like a long wave – a breaker slow but solid enough to knock you to your knees – and it rolled the breath out of him with a long, soft ‘ohhhh…’

On top of him Ryan gasped and shoved into him with one last, hard thrust and a choked sounding ‘Oh… god!’ curving like a bow above him, motionless for a long moment. Then he collapsed on top of Connor.

They stayed like that, waiting for their hearts to calm down, both breathing hard and Ryan resting his head on Connor’s back. Then Connor gave a long, shuddery sigh and shifted his hips slightly. Ryan immediately rolled them both over to their sides so his weight was off Connor, but he didn’t pull his cock out; instead he tucked himself up behind Connor with care, wrapping arms around him tight.

He asked very softly

“You don’t mind, do you Con? I’d just like to stay inside you for a minute”

Connor just pulled Ryan’s arm against his chest closer.
No. He didn’t think he minded at all.