fredbassett | Fic, Rest and Relaxation, Connor/Ditzy/Ryan, 18

Title : Rest and Relaxation
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 18
Characters : Connor/Ditzy/Ryan
Disclaimer : Not mine no money made, don’t sue.
Warnings/Adverts : threesome, double-penetration.
Spoilers : None
Summary : I think the warnings say it all!
A/N : Written for

partofthequeue2 aka

primeval_wench as a thank you for 100 issues of the wonderful

anomaly_news! A huge thank you to my beloved twin,

munchkinofdoom for invaluable beta services and hand-holding throughout the loss of the first version of fic.

It had been one of those days.

They’d been faced with the task of herding a bunch of over-sized veggiesauruses back through an intermittent anomaly. The soldiers had been convinced that the beasts had brains the size of a pea, located somewhere in the arses, no matter what Connor had claimed to the contrary.

Unfortunately, before the creatures had finally succumbed to the combined charms of the entire Special Forces squad, the damned things had managed to very conclusively trash the ornamental gardens belonging to an extremely rich, and now extremely irate, Arab sheik with friends in high places.

Back at the ARC, Lester had almost immediately started to receive phone calls from Downing Street, and when the harassed civil servant ended up getting a call from Buckingham Palace, it had seemed more than likely that the man had been about to give in to Lyle’s demands to send a tank.

It was pitch dark by the time the last of the impossibly large, lumbering creatures had been forced back through the anomaly.

Ditzy leaned against the side of the ambulance and surveyed the damage to the team. Finn was the worst off; he’d been slammed into a tree by a blow from a whip-like tail and was out for the count. He’d end up the mother of all headaches and a bad concussion, but at least nothing major, apart from a few ribs, appeared to have been broken. Cutter was a mass of cuts from being shoved through the wall of a greenhouse, but fortunately none were particularly deep, but he’d take a while to patch up, even though he was claiming - as ever - that he didn’t need a trip to hospital. The same couldn’t be said for Abby, though. She almost certainly had a broken toe, courtesy of something she’d been trying to help, which, in Ditzy’s opinion, just proved that dinosaurs were an ungrateful bunch.

Much to his surprise, on this occasion neither of his lovers had sustained much in the way of damage, although Connor would need a new hat, and Ryan would have a very sore upper right arm tomorrow, from being crushed against an ornamental obelisk.

The medic shepherded his charges back to the ARC, then spent a couple of hours working alongside Matt Rees, making sure everyone was patched up as thoroughly as possible. The news finally came through from the hospital that Abby had been X-rayed and was now being discharged, with two splinted toes. Once he’d been assured by Abby that Jenny was waiting there to take her home, Ditzy finally called a halt to the night’s activities.

Connor and Stephen had just finished the report for Lester, and after a stern glance from Ditzy, Ryan turned command over to Alec Jacobs and his team for the rest of the night.

The house the medic shared with Connor and Ryan was only a short drive away, and for once, there was a parking space right outside, which was probably about the only thing that had gone right for them today. Between him and Ryan, they bundled a sleepy Connor out of the car and into the hallway. The three men kicked off muddy boots and hung up equally dirty jackets.

“Food and a shower, in whatever order you want,” pronounced the medic. “And you’re taking some painkillers, whether you want them or not, Ryan.”

For once, the captain didn’t argue, and while Connor went upstairs to grab the first shower, he settled himself down in the kitchen and grabbed a beer to wash the tablets down with, as Ditzy busied himself warming up some tomato soup, cutting thick slices of bread and chucking some frozen potato wedges into the oven. The medic was a great believer in the restorative power of carbohydrates.

Connor arrived, still damp from the shower, with a towel wound around his waist and his hair standing up in wet spikes. His nose twitched like a rabbit’s as soon as he came into the kitchen, and for the next few minutes, the only sound in the room was that of appreciative munching and the clink of spoons in bowls. Connor washed his meal down with a coke, while the soldiers finished off with more beer.

“Shower,” said Ditzy, pulling Ryan in for a quick kiss. “We both smell like a Greek wrestler’s jockstrap.”

Ryan grinned and didn’t debate the statement.

“I’m clean,” said Connor, with a twinkle in his dark eyes. “That means I get to watch.”

The one good feature of the rented house that all three men were agreed on was the fact that the king-sized bed had an uninterrupted view of the large shower. Even the shower-screen itself was made of clear, unfrosted plastic, which was undeniably a bonus. Ditzy watched with amusement as Connor chucked the towel in a damp heap on the floor and sprawled out on the bed, propped up on the pillows, watching as the two soldiers shed their own clothes.

The medic bent down over the bed, pulling back the foreskin of Connor’s already half-hard cock, and swirled his tongue lazily around the pink tip, leaving it glistening and wet. Connor groaned and tried to pull Ditzy’s head back down, but all he got for his trouble was a quick peck on the lips.

“It’s your turn to watch, remember,” said Ditzy, softly, “but don’t you dare come on your own. OK?”

Connor ran his fingers lightly down his cock. “OK, but don’t be too long.”

“Patience is a virtue,” said Ditzy smugly, and leaving Connor with a final, lingering kiss, he made his way into the shower to join Ryan.

The warm water cascaded over his tired body. He rubbed a handful of gel into his hair and then did the same for Ryan, the dark bruise on the man’s upper arm making it clear that lifting his arm that high would not be a good idea.

He continued the massage down Ryan’s neck and shoulders, rubbing away the grime and sweat from a long day. Ryan leaned against the tiles, resting his head on his good arm, and spread his legs obligingly, moaning quietly as Ditzy trailed soapy fingers down the crack of his arse and played with the sensitive skin behind his balls. Then he slipped one finger inside Ryan’s hot, tight channel and put his medical knowledge to good use, rubbing his fingertip, with just the right amount of pressure, over his lover’s prostate.

Ryan’s groan tuned into a needy whine as a second finger obligingly slid in to join the first, and Ditzy continued the gentle slip and slide, in and out of the captain’s body.

“David, more, please …”

Ditzy allowed himself a small smile of satisfaction. He loved it when Ryan begged. A glance over his shoulder into the bedroom told him he wasn’t the only one turned on by the captain’s words. Connor’s eyes were wide, pupils dilated almost black, as the movements of his hand speeded up, fingers gathering the moisture beading at the tip of his cock and using it to lubricate his movements.

A third finger slipped easily into Ryan’s unresisting body, the middle finger still rubbing over the hard nub inside, applying just enough pressure to take Ryan to the brink, but not tip him over.

“Fuck me, David … want you inside me, now!”

Ditzy ran a slick hand down his own aching cock and lined himself up, pushing carefully, but firmly, inside his lover. Watching Ryan’s tight arse stretching around him was something that he never tired of, as he slowly sheathed himself fully in the other man’s body.

Ryan pushed back against him, wanting more.

Equally slowly, Ditzy withdrew, watching in fascination as Ryan’s body almost closed up again, then in response to another needy plea, the medic entered the tight heat again, angling himself so that his cock raked Ryan’s prostate on every deep, hard thrust, drawing a full body-shiver out of Ryan on each stroke.

In the bedroom, Connor was panting now, gripping the base of his own cock firmly to stave off an impending orgasm.

“Good boy,” murmured Ditzy approvingly.

Ryan moaned, and pushed back against him, desperately seeking more sensation.

“I didn’t mean you,” laughed Ditzy as he obliged with another accurate pass over exactly the right spot.

“Christ, David!” Ryan’s breath hitched in his throat, and he pressed his arse backwards, as hard as he could.

“I didn’t go to medical school for nothing,” Ditzy commented, taking a firm grip on Ryan’s hips and starting to thrust hard into his lover, setting up an easy, deep rhythm. “Connor’s watching us, Tom, he’s stroking himself and he’s so bloody close to coming, that I can taste his sweat from here. He knows I’m hitting that spot every time, and he wants to see you come.”

Ryan groaned, and managed to turn his head to watch. With one hand still squeezing his cock, Connor had rolled onto his side, drawn one leg up, and was working two fingers into his own arse. The sight made Ditzy quicken his movements, chasing his own release now, but determined to force Ryan over the edge first.

A hard thrust directly at Ryan’s prostate was enough to finish the other man. With a sharp gasp, the captain came, milky fluid jetting against the white tiles, mingling with the water and sliding down the wall of the shower cubicle.

Ditzy thought for a moment that the sight of Ryan’s cock pulsing come at the tiles had been too much for Connor, but with a groan, the young man bit his lower lip and somehow managed to hold himself back.

The feeling of Ryan’s arse spasming around his dick was enough to end it for Ditzy, and with a soft moan into the back of Ryan’s neck, the medic came, thrusting raggedly through his own orgasm.

With a shaking hand, he managed to switch the water off, before he turned Ryan gently to face him, and kissed his lover deeply. The two men staggered unsteadily out of the shower, managing to swipe a couple of towels off the heated rail and rub most of the water off their over-sensitive bodies, before joining Connor on the bed.

The young man lay in a loose-limbed sprawl, his eyes dark with need. Ryan settled himself down, moving carefully to avoid leaning on his injured arm, and captured Connor’s lips in a possessive kiss, while Ditzy wrapped his own lips equally possessively around Connor’s cock, relaxing his throat to take him in deeply. Connor gave a quiet mewl of pleasure into Ryan’s mouth and then emptied himself, without further warning, down Ditzy’s throat.

The medic swallowed around him and drew back, catching the last few spurts of come in his mouth, before reaching up to share the taste of their young lover with Ryan. Connor lay between then, gasping and moaning, then the two soldiers turned their attention back to him and proceeded to kiss and lick their way down either side of his body, paying special attention to his erect nipples. Connor was particularly sensitive there, and in a very short space time, his cock was already showing signs of getting hard again.

“Oh to be twenty six again,” murmured Ditzy, licking a long, wet stripe up the inside of Connor’s thigh and nuzzling at the fine hair on his balls.

“You’re not doing too badly yourself,” commented Connor, with a grin. “Help him out here, Ryan.”

With a chuckle of amusement, Ryan hauled Ditzy back up the bed and claimed his lips in a kiss, chasing the last taste of Connor around his mouth, while the younger man danced long, clever fingers up and down the medic’s rapidly growing erection. Ditzy groaned helplessly into Ryan’s mouth, his senses in danger of becoming overwhelmed as his two lovers worked on him at once, equally insistently.

He felt Connor’s hand burrowing between his legs, and then one finger, lubricated with nothing more than spit, started to worm its way inside him, sending a spike of pleasure up inside his dick. His arse burned and he pushed back against Connor’s hand, wanting more. Connor obliged and a second finger followed the first. Ditzy had taught both of the men in his life well, and Connor’s finger went straight for its goal, crooking exactly the way he’d been shown, exploding sparks behind Ditzy’s eyes.

“Want you …. want you both,” Ditzy panted. “Please …”

He opened his eyes and saw Ryan looking up at him, a speculative grin on his lover’s face. “Are you asking for what I think you’re asking for, David?”

The movement of Connor’s fingers inside him left no room for doubt about what he wanted. “Yes.”

With a grin and a mutter of “Oh wow,” Connor reached over to the bedside table and grabbed the tube of lubricant.

Ryan’s reaction was somewhat less vocal, but he pulled Ditzy down on top of him for a deep, searching kiss. Being careful to avoid contact with Ryan’s damaged arm, the medic positioned himself over Ryan’s body, letting himself be thoroughly kissed, while allowing Connor unrestricted access to his body. He felt two slick fingers pressing inside him, spreading the lubricant around, and Connor continued to stroke his prostate, drawing a helpless whine from deep in his throat.

“Tom, is your arm going to be OK?”

“You and Connor will be doing all the work,” grinned Ryan, reaching down to hold his own hard cock upright for his young lover to prepare, and Connor promptly obliged.

With a quiet sigh of satisfaction, Ditzy lowered himself onto Ryan, enjoying the slight stretch and burn from the penetration. He settled himself down carefully, letting his body adjust, his head thrown back, eyes closed, breathing deeply.

Ryan reached out with his good arm, running his fingers up and down Ditzy’s dick, bringing him back to full hardness. “Take your time, Ditz.”

The medic grinned. “Don’t worry, I will.” He leaned forward, capturing Ryan’s mouth with his own, and felt the movement of the bed as Connor slipped behind him and started trailing wet kisses down his back.

A gentle finger circled his stretched hole, adding more lubricant. “Are you sure?” breathed Connor, nuzzling warmly at the skin of his hip.

Ditzy nodded mutely, as Ryan’s tongue swept searchingly through his mouth, and shifted position slightly, moving smoothly up the long, hard length of his lover’s cock, until only the tip remained inside him. “Try it now,” he muttered, unsteadily, feeling the thump of his own heart in his chest. “Just one finger.”

He felt Connor gather some stray lube on his index finger and press it tentatively against Ditzy’s stretched hole. He felt the skin give some more, then the finger popped inside him and he heard Connor’s surprised gasp.

In spite of the situation, Ditzy felt laughter bubbling up inside him. There was nothing dignified about sex, and there was certainly nothing dignified about his lover’s finger pressing inside him, alongside his other lover’s dick, but right now he knew he wouldn’t trade places with anyone in the world.

Connor rubbed small, careful circles on his back, and somewhat incongruously told him to breathe.

“… am breathing … being fucked … not having a goddam baby,” laughed the medic, and the contraction that caused in his arse forced Connor’s finger out of his body.

“Oops,” muttered Connor, applying himself to the task at hand, and worming his finger back inside again. “Can you take a second one?”

“We won’t know until you try, Conn,” said Ditzy, failing to keep the amusement out of his voice. “Come on, I won’t break.”

“Well, if you do, I’m not going to be the one to ask Matt Rees to sew you back up again!”

“I hereby absolve you of all responsibility, if I break. OK?”

Ditzy knew perfectly well from the tone of Connor’s voice that he was grinning like a Cheshire Cat when he asked, “OK. Can I carry on, now?”

As Ryan started to suck on his collarbone, Ditzy let out a long, slow breath, and pushed back against the probing finger, “Yes, please.”

Connor’s finger pressed in again, and as Ditzy relaxed his muscles, it slipped in easily this time.

Ryan drew his breath in sharply, then went back to sucking and licking at Ditzy’s throat, seeking out all his sensitive spots, while his fingers continued to keep up a gentle movement up and down his dick. Ditzy had to admit, it felt fucking good, and he wanted more. A lot more.

A second finger burrowed in, opening him even further, and he gasped. Another squirt of lube, then a third finger made its way inside, as Connor gently, but firmly, stretched the tight ring of muscle.

Underneath him, Ryan suddenly screwed his eyes up in pleasure and muttered, “Oh God, Conn, that feels fucking amazing!”

“Looks pretty amazing, too,” said the young man, his own breath catching in his throat, as Ditzy felt a well-lubricated cock taking the place of Connor’s fingers, nudging at his entrance and starting to press inside. “What does that feel like?”

“Full …a bit painful … but don’t you dare fucking stop now …”

“Language, David,” chided Ryan, gently. “What on earth would your mother say if she heard you talking like that?”

Ditzy opened his eyes and grinned down at Ryan. “My mother once appeared nude, apart from some strategically placed melons, on a Women’s Institute Calendar. It’d take more than my language to get a rise out of her eyebrows.”

And then Connor’s cock was pressing inside him, taking him immediately beyond the formation of coherent words and into one long, ripped curse as he pressed back down, doggedly forcing himself onto the intrusion, rather than away from it. He felt his own cock wilting, even under the ministrations of Ryan’s talented fingers, then the burn began to subside, and he knew his body was starting to adjust. He was certain it was possible, hell, he’d taken objects even bigger than a pair of cocks out of various blokes’ arses several times during the obligatory stints in Accident and Emergency, but he’d never tried anything like this for himself.

Ditzy’s heart rate had accelerated rapidly and he was starting to sweat. Ryan pulled his head back down and began to nuzzle at his mouth, sucking on his lower lip, and muttering soft words of encouragement. The medic knew Connor was exercising admirable restraint, managing to remain still, ever though Ditzy could hear a ragged edge to his breathing.

“OK, Conn, I can take it … fuck me properly, please …”

He heard Connor draw in a deep breath, then the younger man started to thrust, his cock sliding in and out, alongside Ryan’s, then Ryan was moving as well and Ditzy could feel the pressure against his prostate, driving spikes of pleasure deep inside him. He’d never felt this full in his entire life and, right now, he never wanted it to end. He was supporting his weight on his hands, still mindful of Ryan’s injuries, but his arms were starting to tremble now. Just when he thought he would have no alternative other than to collapse onto his lover’s chest, he felt Connor’s surprisingly strong arms wrapping themselves around his waist and holding him up.

Ryan started working at his cock again now. Long, steady strokes, timed to coincide with Connor’s thrusts, twisting slightly, just the way he liked best, and then with no warning, Ditzy felt his balls drawing up, and seconds later, he was coming, ropes of thick fluid spurting onto Ryan’s chest.

His lover breathed, “David!” as his own orgasm tore into him.

From behind them, Connor gave a startled squeak as Ditzy’s arse clenched tightly around him, and then he thrust even harder as Ryan’s come mingled with his own, easing the passage of his cock even more. Ditzy felt his senses slipping for a moment and he cried out sharply, slumping forward, gasping and moaning, with Connor still moving inside him.

He could feel his whole body quivering as Ryan’s mouth captured his in a gentle kiss, and then he was turned carefully onto his side, as Connor’s softening cock slipped out of his body, followed by Ryan’s. He shifted carefully, straightening his legs, groaning slightly as his over-stretched leg muscles adjusted to their new position. Behind him, he felt Connor’s fingers trailing through the semen that was already starting to leak out of his body, then his young lover announced, with satisfaction, “We’re all right, there’s no blood.”

“Nice to know,” panted Ditzy, pillowing his head on Ryan’s chest, listening to the thump of his lover’s heart in the muscled chest, echoed by the beat of his own.

Connor ran his fingertips lazily around Ditzy’s hole, mixing the lubricant in with the come, and remarking in an awed voice, “Bloody hell, that was the hottest thing ever. Can we do it again, sometime?”

“Can I recover from this time first, Conn?”

With a chuckle, Connor slipped an arm over both men. “I was thinking you two could do me, next time, unless Ryan wants a go before me?”

Ditzy started to laugh, a long and difficult day swept aside in a tide of mutual pleasure and affection. He turned onto his back, heedless of the mess he was undoubtedly making on the duvet cover, and pulled Connor in between him and Ryan, capturing his lips in a gentle kiss.

“I’m sure we’ll work something out, Conn,” he said, breathlessly. “All we need to do now is swap shifts with Alec’s mob, and we can spend the rest of the weekend in bed.”

“I did that before we left the ARC,” said Ryan, smugly. “You can both find interesting ways of thanking me tomorrow.”

And that, reflected Ditzy, as he drifted off happily into sleep, was an extremely attractive prospect.

A chuckle from Connor told him that their lover agreed.

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Oh yes. Very very very hot. And Ryan is a very clever man :D

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