fredbassett | Fic, Rookery Hall, Part 3, Stephen/Ryan, 18

Title : Rookery Hall, Part 3 of 3
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 18
Characters : Stephen/Ryan
Disclaimer : Not mine no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Summary : Stephen is whisked away for some much needed recuperation.
A/N : Around 12,000 words to be posted over 3 instalments. Many thanks to

lukadreaming for the beta.
Links to previous parts : Part 1 and Part 2

After three days at Rookery Hall, Ryan was pleased to see the colour returning properly to Stephen’s complexion. The pasty look had finally succumbed to the combined assault of good food, plenty of rest and gentle exercise. Stephen could now walk twice around the lake without needing to sit down, and he could now even swim several lengths of the hotel pool quite happily afterwards.

He hadn’t quite worked his way up to a full cooked breakfast yet, but he was getting there and was now filching more than the occasional sausage and mushroom from Ryan’s plate. As a result, the waitress had started to bring him slightly more than he had actually ordered, in the interests of domestic harmony, a move which Ryan thoroughly approved of.

Only one thing remained which was giving Ryan any cause for concern, and much as Stephen tried to make light of it, the soldier knew that his inability to attain a full erection was starting to become a matter of frustration. Stephen always carefully steered the conversation away from the subject, saying it would happen when it happened, and there was nothing to worry about, but it didn’t take a highly trained Special Forces captain to spot the anxiety lurking in the gentian blue of Stephen’s eyes.

Ryan had gone back to his usual holiday routine of waking early and taking himself off for a run, before returning for a shower before breakfast. This morning, he tucked his mobile phone into the pocket of his running shorts, and as soon he was out of sight of the hall, he slowed to a walk and punched in a number from memory.

The phone was answered within half a dozen rings. “Owen. Ryan, mate, how’s it going? Stephen OK?”

“Improving,” said Ryan. “How’s tricks, Ditz?”

“Bloody quiet,” replied the medic. “Fortunate, really, as half the squad’s gone down with bad guts from a dodgy curry at the weekend. I spent Monday up to my armpits in shit samples, and by Tuesday, Environmental Health had found most of an Alsatian in their freezer.”

“You serious?”

Ditzy laughed. “Sure am. You should have seen Finn’s face. He says it’s put him off meat jalfrezi for life.”

“What about you?”

“I didn’t make it. I was patching up Temple after a minor altercation with something small and furry.”

“It bit him?”

“No, he tripped over the sodding thing and fell down two flights of stairs in an office block. Fortunately the place was deserted. Took all bleeding afternoon to round the rest of the little bastards up, though. Claudia tried to pass us all off as Pest Control.”

“Did it work?”

“Did it hell as like.” After a moment’s hesitation, Ditzy tackled him head on, in his usual blunt way. “What’s the matter, mate? Can Stephen still not get it up?”

Ryan gaped for a moment like a stranded carp then put two and two together. “He’s phoned you?”

“Yep. This time yesterday, while you were out running, which is where I presume you are now. I’ll tell you what I told him, boss. Relax. He gets a hard-on in the morning so there’s nothing wrong with him physically.” Ditzy chuckled, and added, “And he still fancies the pants off you.”

Ryan felt an unaccustomed blush creeping up his cheeks, remembering the number of different ways Stephen had found to bring him off in the last few days. He wondered quite how much detail Stephen had gone into when he’d been tapping the medic for advice.

“Have you tried penetrative sex?”

The question hit Ryan with all the subtlety of a brick and his cheeks flamed as red at the rhododendron flowers on a nearby bush. “I didn’t want to push things while he was still recovering.”

“If he can go for an hour’s walk followed by a swim, he’s recovered enough for a shag. Stop pussyfooting around him, Ryan. He won’t break.”

“But …”

“But nothing.” Ditzy’s voice was amused, but firm. “Remember the words of the song? Cats on the Rooftops …”

Ryan grinned. He ought to. Finn knew more verses to it than anyone else in the regiment. “Yeah, I remember.”

“Well stop treating the guy like he’s made of glass. Without wishing to sound crude, boss, fuck him so hard he can’t sit down. Get enough pressure in the right place and I reckon you’ll find it works wonders.”

“Trust you, you’re a medic?”

“Something like that,” Ditzy laughed. “I’m not usually wrong, am I?”

“Ditz, to be fair, I don’t usually take advice on my sex life from you.”

“Ryan, you know me. I never prescribe anything which doesn’t mix with alcohol, and I never lie. So stop fretting and go and shag your gorgeous boyfriend. He wants you to. He’s just not very good at asking for what he wants.”

“Ain’t that the bloody truth,” muttered Ryan ruefully. And for the thousandth time, he cursed Cutter’s wife and the effect she’d had on Stephen. Oh yes, his lover could be a pushy little sod at times when he wanted something kinky, but when it came to straightforward displays of affection, and more normal bedtime pleasures, Stephen was still more repressed than he even knew himself. “Thanks, mate. I owe you one.”

“I’ll add it to your slate.” And with that, Ditzy disconnected the call, leaving Ryan staring thoughtfully out over the lake.

Stephen was already up when Ryan returned to the bedroom, and if he noticed Ryan take the phone out of his pocket, he made no reference to it. However, a loud rumble from Stephen’s stomach put paid to any ideas Ryan might have entertained of dragging his lover back to bed after he’d finished his shower.

Breakfast was its usual leisurely affair, and bacon, eggs, mushrooms and sausage were wolfed down with evident appreciation. On this occasion, Stephen even managed to demolish three rounds of toast and two pieces of freshly-made soda bread, then they followed the routine they had established over the last two days, picking up a selection of papers from reception and reading them in the lounge, over a second cup of coffee.

Their walk around the lake came afterwards, with Stephen muttering he’d eaten too much, but still looking wholly unrepentant. On this occasion, they ramped up their exercise levels to a third circuit, before grabbing their swimming trunks and towels, and heading down to the pool.

Fortunately for Ryan’s modesty, they had the pool to themselves, as the sight of Stephen’s lean body powering cleanly through the water was enough to give him a hard-on all by itself. Then his lover promptly made matters worse by snaking up to him for a wet kiss, rubbing his hardening nipples against Ryan’s chest and dropping a hand underneath the water to squeeze playfully at his groin.

Ryan growled low in his throat and made a grab for Stephen’s hips. The younger man evaded his grasp, wriggling away like an eel and diving down underwater. Ryan followed, but he couldn’t match Stephen’s prowess in the water. The pair of them finally surfaced, treading water in the deep end, gasping and laughing. Stephen’s blue eyes sparkled with mischief, making Ryan’s cock harden again. A moment later, he groaned at the sound of children’s voices approaching the poolside.

“Remind me to make a donation to the Friends of Herod,” he murmured, sucking lightly on Stephen’s earlobe, before turning to swim down the length of the pool, hoping his erection would be gone by the time he came to leave the water.

It was, but it soon came back on the walk up to the bedroom as a result of a number of sly caresses from his lover. Ryan fumbled with the key in the lock as Stephen’s hands slid around his waist, brushing over his groin. The sound of a door opening further down the corridor put paid to any further activity outside the bedroom, and the pair of them stumbled into the room, laughing.

Once inside, Ryan pressed Stephen back against the thick, wooden door, running his hands over his lover’s chest, pleased to note that his ribs were no longer as prominent as they had been when he’d been discharged from hospital. Stephen’s nipples turned pebble-hard immediately and Ryan lost no time in dragging the long-sleeved tee-shirt off over his head and bending down to tease them with his lips and tongue. Stephen arched into his touch as he tugged at Ryan’s own top, sending it to land unceremoniously on the floor.

Ryan held Stephen pinned firmly against the door and continued to suck hard on one nipple while he rolled the other firmly between finger and thumb. Stephen was always particularly responsive to having his nipples played with, and in no time at all, he was writhing silently under Ryan’s ministrations. It usually took a bit more than this to turn him vocal, and the small part of Ryan’s brain which wasn’t concentrating on the man in his arms spent a moment cursing Helen Cutter. She’d preferred her men quiet and undemonstrative, and had apparently withdrawn her attentions when the men in her life had the temerity to vocalise their pleasure too much.

The soldier kept his hands on Stephen’s slim waist, teasing at a nipple with both tongue and teeth. A small whine fell from his lover’s lips - the first sound he’d made since they’d entered the bedroom. Ryan smiled and rewarded him with a slightly harder nip. He felt Stephen’s hips grinding against his own erection, but on this occasion he had a very definite goal in mind and wouldn’t let himself get distracted.

He stepped back and favoured Stephen with a lazy smile. “Strip, Hart.”

Stephen tilted his head, a speculative look in his blue eyes, then he toed off his trainers and started to slowly and provocatively undo his belt, slide down the zipper and shimmy gracefully out of his jeans. Ryan noted with amusement that the little bugger had reverted to his old habits and dispensed with the need for underwear.

“Like what you see, soldier boy?”

Ryan nodded, running his tongue over suddenly dry lips. “Lie on the bed and carry on playing with your nipples.”

Stephen grinned and did as he’d been told, spreading his legs slightly for effect. Ryan made no comment on the fact that the activity appeared to be having little or no effect on the state of Stephen’s dick. He took a deep breath in an attempt to calm a sudden attack of nerves and started to shed his clothes.

The sight of Stephen lying in a graceful sprawl on the rumpled bed was enough to make Ryan’s own cock stand to attention without any difficulty, but he ignored it in favour of rummaging through one of their cases for a tube of lubricant. A slow smile spread across Stephen’s face as he continued to pinch at his own nipples.

Ryan crossed over to the bed in three quick strides and leaned down to lave each of the pink nubs with his tongue, leaving them glistening with saliva. His breath ghosted over each of them in turn, drawing another small noise from Stephen. It was rewarded with another nip to each, making Stephen squirm and try to hold Ryan’s mouth in place.

“No, you don’t,” said Ryan with a grin, pulling back and swatting lightly at Stephen’s hands. “You can just bloody well lie there and do nothing for a change. You’re meant to be convalescing, remember?”

Stephen pouted, but the anticipation warming his long-lashed blue eyes rather ruined the effect. Ryan knelt on the bed between his legs and grabbed a pillow. “Stick that under your hips.” As an afterthought, he disengaged himself for a moment and went in search of a dry towel to cover the pillow, muttering that he didn’t want to end up having to apologise to the cleaning staff. Ryan then settled Stephen’s legs across his thighs and pushed them back and up, exposing his arse to view. Ryan shuffled backwards and leaned down, licking a wet stripe over Stephen’s puckered hole. A breathy gasp greeted that action. This was always a good way of breaking through Stephen’s reticence.

Ryan’s tongue traced round the edges of the darker skin, then widened his area of activity to nuzzle and nip at the backs of Stephen’s thighs before returning to pay particular attention to the one spot guaranteed to get his lover moaning and writing. He pushed his tongue into the tight ring of muscle and was rewarded with another gasp. Sitting back on his heels, he quickly coated the tip of one finger with the cool gel and massaged it around Stephen’s entrance.

His lover’s cock had swelled slightly, but no stretch of the imagination could have described it as hard. Ryan ignored that and pressed the tip of his finger into Stephen’s tight channel, smearing the lubricant around liberally. Stephen pushed back, wanting more.

“You’ll get more when I decide to give you more, Hart” said Ryan, planting a light kiss on the other man’s stomach. “You can carry on playing with your nipples, but no touching yourself anywhere else, or you’ll be in trouble.” He knew perfectly well that the minute he told Stephen he couldn’t do something, the other man would immediately want to do exactly the opposite. His theory was prompt confirmed by a whine and a wriggle. He laughed, and swatted Stephen’s backside hard enough to sting.

It had been weeks since they’d had full sex and Stephen felt even tighter than usual. His initial response was to want to work his lover open, slowly and carefully, but one look at the hungry expression on the other man’s face decided him against that. He intended to follow Ditzy’s advice and he just hoped the medic had judged the situation correctly. He slicked his cock, but kept the application of lubricant to a reasonable minimum. This was Stephen, after all, and Ryan was very well aware of the fact that he liked the spice of pain with his pleasure, although it went against the grain at the moment after several weeks of nursing his lover back to health.

He pushed the head of his cock against Stephen’s hole, knowing perfectly well that there would definitely be more than the usual degree of stretch and burn. Stephen let out a low moan of pleasure and reached for his own cock out of habit.

“What did I tell you?” said Ryan, slapping his hand away. “Your cock’s out of bounds, Hart.”

Abruptly, the ring of muscle gave way, and his cock slid into Stephen’s body, to the accompaniment of a gasp. Without giving Stephen time to adjust to the intrusion, Ryan pressed forward, angling himself deliberately at his lover’s prostate, mindful of Ditzy’s advice. Stephen gasped again, and his cock gave a very definite twitch.

Ryan pulled back slowly then repeated the movement at exactly the same angle. Stephen’s eyes fell shut and he tried to push up to meet Ryan’s strokes. Ryan gripped his hips firmly, limiting his movement, and started to thrust, raking his prostate with every pass. He wasn’t normally able to subject Stephen to this much direct stimulation without causing actual pain, but Ditzy had been fairly specific in his advice and on this occasion Ryan intended to follow it to the letter.

He withdrew, watching his cock slide out of Stephen’s body, and leaned forward for a kiss. “How did that feel?”

“Fucking great,” breathed Stephen, staring down at his now half-hard cock. “Looks like it might be working, as well.”

Ryan chuckled. “Well I am acting on medical advice.” He leaned back and started to press in again. His dick slipped in easier this time and he watched as his thick, hard shaft proceeded to open Stephen up, slowly and inexorably, until he was balls-deep in the other man’s body.

Stephen’s breath hissed between his teeth. “Christ, I’ve missed this.”

Ryan drew back, then slammed in hard. Stephen’s cock jumped and continued to harden. That was all the encouragement Ryan needed. Keeping his thrusts controlled and carefully angled, he proceeded to drive himself over and over into Stephen’s unresisting body until his lover’s dick was fully hard, bouncing against his belly in time with Ryan’s thrusts.

Stephen’s face was screwed up in concentration, his eyelashes looking even darker than usual against the still-pale cheeks, but at least now his eyes had lost the bruised, sunken look that had so haunted Ryan during the worst of the illness. The soldier was finding it surprisingly easy to hold himself in check, concentrating on his lover’s pleasure rather than his own. Stephen’s own reserve was in tatters by now. He had both hands clenched hard around the bedcovers, and he was straining back against Ryan’s thrusts, trying to take him in ever more deeply. Ryan made a quick adjustment to their position, pulling Stephen’s thighs further up and folding his legs back towards his chest, as he leaned forward, weight on his own hands, for maximum penetration.

Stephen was panting now, the breath being driven out of his lungs with each hard thrust of Ryan’s hips. A small snail-trail of pre-come was glistening on his belly. Ryan balanced his weight on one arm and stopped his movements for a moment as he pulled out far enough to reach down and lick Stephen’s stomach clean, giving the head of his cock a teasing flick of his tongue in passing. Much to Ryan’s amusement, Stephen yelped and wriggled, his eyes flying open.

Ryan steadied himself and thrust back in hard, burying himself up to his balls on every stroke. Stephen’s eyes locked with his, the pupils dilated so far that they appeared almost black, framed only by a small halo of blue. He knew Stephen was close to coming now. Quiet gasps and whines were falling from his lips and his expression had taken on a pleading look. His cock was fully engorged now, hard and leaking, but Ryan needed both hands to steady himself against the force of the pounding he was giving his lover’s pliant body.

He could almost taste Stephen’s arousal as sweat slicked the lean body straining underneath him. His own pleasure was mounting with every stroke, but he was still managing to hold himself in check. Another slight adjustment to position, and he was again nudging directly against that small, hard nub. Stephen was mewling now, making those small, kitten-like noises that never failed to melt Ryan’s heart.

Another thrust, another whine of pleasure. Stephen’s eyes were closed again, his face slack with pleasure, open and unshielded, nothing held back, nothing denied. Ryan pulled back all the way out, waiting for Stephen’s hole to close up, then in one, long, hard stroke, he drove in again, with unerring accuracy.

Stephen cried out under him, ribbons of come shooting over his stomach and chest as his arse spasmed tightly around Ryan’s cock. Ryan continued to pound into his lover’s body, chasing his own orgasm now, angling away from Stephen’s prostate so he didn’t tip pleasure over into pain. It only took another few strokes and he was there, shooting his own load deep inside Stephen’s straining body, his hands sliding through the sweat on the lean body underneath him. He felt the tremors coursing through the still-weak muscles as his lover shuddered and Ryan gave himself up mindlessly to his own climax.

Minutes later, he pulled out and flopped down next to Stephen, pulling him into his arms and feathering kisses on any part of the sweat-slick body he could reach, holding Stephen tightly while the final tremors of a bone-deep orgasm ran through him. Eventually, Ryan stirred enough to slide down the bed and begin the cleanup operation, his tongue lapping at the spreading pool of come on his lover’s lean belly. Another small, kitten noise greeted his actions, and Stephen ran his hands through Ryan’s short hair.

“Did you phone Ditzy for advice?” Stephen breathed, wriggling slightly and pulling the pillow out from under his hips.

“Yeah, same as you did.”

Stephen laughed. “So much for patient confidentiality. He told me to stop worrying.”

“He told me to fuck you so hard you wouldn’t be able to sit down afterwards.”

“Better than ringing NHS Direct,” Stephen conceded.

Ryan grinned and sucked Stephen’s soft cock into his mouth, while reaching behind to play with his wet, well-fucked hole. He could feel his come leaking out of his lover’s body and trailed his fingers through the mixture of semen and lube, drawing another low moan from Stephen. He dipped his fingers inside, meeting no resistance at all. A small, post-orgasmic contraction rippled through Stephen’s body. Ryan crooked his fingers, searching for, and finding, Stephen’s prostate.

“You’ll be lucky,” Stephen murmured, but the small movement of his cock in Ryan’s mouth gave the lie to his words.

Ryan continued to massage gently at the same spot, whilst sucking gently at his lover’s dick. He felt another contraction around his fingers and another twitch of the now only partially flaccid cock in his mouth. If he could get Stephen hard again so soon, they’d both have ample evidence that he was well on the way to a full recovery.

“Christ, Ryan, I don’t think the sight of you sucking my dick will ever get old,” breathed Stephen.

The soldier looked up, grinning around his mouthful, and pulled back enough to comment, “Good, because I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of doing it.”

Stephen was almost at full hardness again, and Ryan knew he’d be able to take his time now. They’d both taken the edge off their hunger, and that was what mattered. It had been a hard, fast fuck, exactly what Ditzy had ordered, but now Ryan wanted to take his time, and bring Stephen off slowly and gently, with hands and tongue, working him up to another climax, this time in the warmth of Ryan’s mouth.

He could smell the musk of Stephen’s arousal, and feel the quivering in his thighs as sensation started to build inside him again. He slipped a third finger into the hot depths of his body at the same time as he started to deep-throat him. Stephen moaned, his hands clutching hard at Ryan’s shoulders. The soldier continued his slow finger-fucking, pulling out occasionally to tease at his lover’s balls, feeling them draw up and tighten under his touch. Stephen was breathing hard now, his fingers tightening on Ryan’s flesh, hard enough to bruise. Ryan dipped back into his body again, still stroking and teasing. A moan fell from Stephen’s lips that wouldn’t have been out of place in one of Finn’s favourite porn movies. Ditzy had been right, direct stimulation of his lover’s prostate was working wonders.

Stephen cried out and his hips bucked in Ryan’s grasp. A moment later, a spurt of semen hit the back of Ryan’s throat. He swallowed around Stephen’s cock, feeling the contractions against his fingers as his lover reached his second shuddering climax.

Ryan continued to swallow, taking every drop that Stephen had to give, as the last remaining vestiges of tension left his own mind and body for the first time in several long weeks. Warmth pooled in his belly, and to his surprise, he came, in a sudden release of adrenaline, as pleasurable as it was unexpected.

Stephen laughed, and pulled Ryan up into a kiss. “Good job you fetched that towel, soldier boy. What would you do if I said I felt a relapse coming on?”

“I’d tell Lester you needed to spend at least another week here.”

“That’s what I was hoping you’d say,” said Stephen, resting his head on Ryan’s chest, with a deep sigh of contentment.

Ryan pressed a kiss onto Stephen’s lips, and breathed, “Love you.”

Stephen returned the kiss. “Love you, too.”

Ryan wrapped his arms around his lover and relaxed in the grip the absurdly large bed. If they played their cards right, they could probably manage to swing the rest of the week at Rookery Hall, after all.

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*Yibbles quietly and melts into a pile of goo under the desk*

That was gorgeous and hot and cuddly, sweetie! Absolutely adore the scene where Ryan phones Ditzy. And maybe Ditzy should take over NHS Direct -- you'd definitely get a straight answer every time you phoned!

*Fans self*

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