Two old chairs, and half a candle...
Oct. 9th, 2007 09:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
oddeggDon't worry, it's nothing like the last one - Primeval-lite if you will.
(Half the fat content of regular Primeval and none of those icky angst moments or that head-ache inducing insistence on scientific fact! Yea!)
Title: In the Middle of the Woods
Pairing: Connor/Ryan
Rating: R? Possibly? (I’m rubbish at rating – don’t show it to your Granny basically. Unless she’s into blokes wanking each other off, then please do)
Summary: A wee little PWP. Horny!Connor is fascinated by Ryan.
Word Count: 1,774
Notes: Inspired by munchkinofdoom’s picspam, this is kind of a mea culpa for the Dark!Ryan of my last one. Think of it as a smut filled twinkie – light, fluffy and no real substance to it.
Disclaimer: Just borrowed. Will be returned to the position I found them in. No, not sexual position! Get your mind out of the gutter! (‘cos you’re blocking the view from my periscope)
Connor doesn’t think he’s obsessed, no matter what Abby may say.
Just interested, that’s all. He’s always been fascinated by exciting facts or occurrences, and it’s just that Connor thinks Captain Tom Ryan is a very interesting phenomenon to come across… erm, study.
The man’s so contained, so cool and calm. So big and tough with the guns and the tactical gear and the muscles… Connor can’t help watching him sometimes.
Purely for scientific observation, of course.
He’s like Spock, he thinks – except that doesn’t quite fit because Ryan’s so ‘in charge’ and deliciously physical as well and that’s more like Kirk.
He’s like the best possible combination of Spock and Kirk.
With less emoting than Shatner, obviously.
Connor’s more like, like – like a red-shirted ensign, the amount of times he’s been in trouble now. Or a better fit might be in 2nd Gen – Wesley Chrusher. Complete with ‘hate-club’.
Because Connor knows he annoys people with his know-it all talk sometimes but he just can’t help it – he gets interested and worked up and excited and suddenly he’s like a kid who’s been given too much sugar and is bouncing around babbling 19 to the dozen. Someone had once said you needed a ball gag to get Connor to shut up when he was on a roll, which he thought was rather cruel, and a bit perverted and anyway, not really supported by the evidence because he quite often shuts up around Ryan. And there’s never been a ball gag involved.
He doesn’t think the Captain likes him. He thinks he might find him amusing in some way; watching him drive the others crazy with the tiniest smirk on his lips, but he doesn’t think he likes him and he recently he tends to watch Connor like he’s tracking his movements, like Connor’s his prey, so that Connor is just forced to watch him back in self defence.
And he stands too close at times. Connor will be rabbiting away and he’ll turn around and Ryan will be right there. In his face. And Connor will falter and shut up. He doesn’t even have to be close anymore; Connor will just notice Ryan looking at him with that dark, intense stare and he’ll stutter to a stop.
Captain Ryan just acts like a 2x4 laid down in front of his train of thought.
**
But he’s not obsessed.
**
I mean, Connor likes Abby – she’s lovely and smart and pretty and hot, who wouldn’t? And he kind of likes Stephen a bit as well, because he’s so cool and, well, rather hot and pretty too. Sometimes Connor even thinks about Mr Cutter in a more than professorial way.
(He supposes he must be bisexual; or maybe undecided and confused – or more likely just plain horny and greedy. It’s difficult to label yourself in a sexual way if you’re not actually having any bloody sex.
He’s not a virgin – he has had sex before. Both times it had been crap.)
It’s just that despite him liking Abby (and Stephen, and Nick, and the barmaid in the uni bar and the guy in the video shop and…) – anyway, despite that – there’s just something about Ryan.
It’s not that the man’s amazingly handsome. He’s attractive enough, Connor supposes, in a blunt looking way, but Stephen’s better looking.
There’s just something about him, something raw, rough and primal. Something dirty. Something about those bright blue eyes and that hint of stubble. That pugnacious jaw and the oddly humourless smile lines from the nose to that wide, straight mouth. The very, very fit body.
And, call him Mr Kinky, but the tac-vest and thigh rig doesn’t hurt either.
**
But, like he said, he doesn’t think the Captain likes him.
**
So he’s not quite sure how it is, exactly, he comes to be pressed up against a tree miles from anywhere in the Scottish Highlands with Captain Tom Ryan nibbling on his neck.
Not that he’s actually come yet.
Though if Ryan keeps doing that thing with his tongue on Connor’s pulse point he just might.
**
They’d been chasing a possible sighting of Cynognathus.
A sighting which Connor was explaining to everyone would essentially turn out to be just a big dog as there had never been any evidence of the species in the Northern hemisphere and anyway, they’d have seen more evidence of large kills given the creatures size and strong build, coupled with the tremendous bite-power it had – which was, of course, due to the bony flange or ‘coronoid process’ at the back of the dentary that provided such a large area for extra jaw muscles to attach and which also enabled the jaws to open much wider…
…when he looked round and he realised four things.
1) All the others (but one) had all split off to search other areas, meaning
2) He was now in a team which consisted of him and Ryan, who was
3) In fact rather close to him now and staring at him quite disconcertingly, so he really should
4) Shut up.
And Connor had started backing away, holding onto the strap of his bag with both hands like it was a life-line, only Ryan had advanced on him, obviously homicidal, with a glint in his eye and a strange little smile on his face and backed him up against a tree and before Connor could say ‘sorrysorrysorry; please don’t kill me’ the Captain had –
Kissed him?
**
Yup. Definite kissage going on here. And lickage. Plus the aforementioned nibbling as well.
And Connor is slowly being melted into a quivering lump of primordial ooze, but he manages to retain just enough brain cells to gasp out
“But I thought you didn’t like me!”
He realises what a tactical error he’s made as soon as Ryan pulls his head back because his question means
a) Ryan’s been reminded of Connor’s uber-geekdom, which may bring back the homicidal feelings (though now he thinks about it, there may be another explanation for that glint in the Captain’s eye…) – but, MUCH more importantly, it also means
b) Ryan had stopped kissing his neck.
But the man only pulls back long enough to quirk an eyebrow at him and to say in that dry voice of his
“You drive me nuts, Temple. But not in the way you meant”
before he’s driven a hand into Connor’s hair and is pressing his mouth back down.
And Connor has, maybe two seconds?, to feel smug that his sexual charms were so overpowering before he just can’t think about that anymore because, wow – like, mouth! and tongue!
And this is really, really nice and Ryan’s lips are warm and surprisingly soft and smooth and he must remember to ask if he uses lip balm for that because its such a nice contrast to the slight rasp of stubble and this is great! and why hasn’t he done this before? because kissing a girl’s nothing like this, nothing like kissing a boy, except this isn’t a boy, it’s a man – a man’s lips and where you’ve got man lips you get –
Connor lets out a sort of gasp/choke/moan as Ryan shifts his hips and grabs Connor’s arse for better leverage as he grinds down.
Man parts. Yes, very definite man parts there. Unambiguous. You could say explicit.
But not as bloody explicit as Connor would like, and he finds himself making a shockingly girly whimpering noise as he scrambles to get his hands in-between their bodies and shove his (bloody stupid) bag out of the way and undo Ryan’s (bloody sexy, but bloody inconvenient at the moment) tac-vest and push that to the sides out of the way and try to get their trousers undone but his damn hands are shaking too much…
But then – thank Spock! – Ryan takes over and all Connor has to do is hang onto those amazing shoulders and try to remember to breath as the other man eases both of their dicks free and presses them together and wraps his large hand around them and tugs.
And there’s a slight roughness from calluses and the soft moistness of someone else’s skin against his and it’s just a bit harder, a bit faster than Connor usually does it himself – and it’s abso-bloody-lutely AMAZING!!
Ryan’s teeth are biting very slowly and softly along Connor’s jaw and just forcing him to make little sobbing noises which he’d be very embarrassed about if Ryan clearly didn’t like them so much, and he does like them because he’s speeding up with his hand and grunting in the back of his throat and then he shudders and stiffens and does this mind-blowing twisty-flicky rubbing move that has himself coming with a shout and has Connor bowing his back and wacking his head on the tree as he does the same.
**
Wow.
Better than being offered a staring role in the next series of Battlestar Galactica.
**
Connor wipes his stomach down as best he can with the inside of his t-shirt, but that’s going to get crusty and he’s still a bit sticky and next time he wants some Wet-Wipes…
and then he wonders if there’s going to be a next time and feels a bit panicky.
Ryan looks up from where he’s fastening his tac-vest again and gives him a half smile as he says
“Sorry about this, by the way. Not the most comfortable thing to be squashed against”
Which gives Connor a perfect opening really, doesn’t it?
“It’s ok – I quite liked it. You can leave it on next time as well, if you want”
He tries to go for a man-of-the-world, 007 style casualness but he doesn’t think he quite pulls it off because he stutter’s over ‘next time’ and kind of trails off uncertainly at the end, but before he can start feeling like a complete and utter pillock Ryan’s giving him this proper grin, teeth and everything, more of a smile than he’s ever seen on the man before
“Only if you wear that hat of yours!”
He even slings an arm over Connor’s shoulders as they start back down the trail they had been searching and his voice is low and warm as he murmurs
“Always did have a bit of a thing for the nerdy look”
And Connor would normally explain that ‘geek’ is a better definition for himself than ‘nerd’, given that ‘nerd’ carried more negative connotations… but in this case he decided that discretion was the better part of valour.
Or the better part of his chances of Ryan giving him a proper shag next time, anyway.
