Fic, New Job, Ryan/Dimitri, 18
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fredbassettTitle : New Job
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval/Spooks
Rating : 18
Characters : Ryan/Dimitri Levendis
Disclaimer : Not mine, no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Summary : A sequel to New Guy by the very lovely![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fififolle .
A/N : Written forfififolle who delivered Ryan/Dimitri slash when I begged for it, and for the equally lovely lukadreaming who wanted filth and kindly betaed this for me.
“I saw a dinosaur, Ryan! A fucking dinosaur!”
“I know,” Ryan commented dryly, but he’d forgotten how infectious Dimitri’s enthusiasm could be and, in spite of the fact that fewer than three hours ago he’d watched the other man learn the hard way exactly how much lead it took to make a rampaging allosaurus change direction, he started grinning as well.
Dimitri pulled his jacket off and stared down at his blood-spattered teeshirt. “Oh bugger, now I get why that little old dear with the poodle looked a bit shocked.”
“I suspect that had more to do with the fact that something with improbably large teeth had just nearly eaten Fluffikins than the state of your clothing,” Ryan felt bound to point out, as his own kit joined Dimitri’s on the floor of the hall.
“Brian.”
Ryan stopped in the act of pulling his shirt off and said, “Sorry?”
“The dog was called Brian.”
Wondering vaguely if Dimitri Levendis had finally lost the plot, Ryan headed in the direction of the kitchen to grab a couple of cold beers from the fridge. “Who the hell calls a poodle Brian?”
“Mrs Shirley Benson of 42 Acacia Avenue, Streatham. And before you feel the need to slander my powers of observation, it really was called Acacia Avenue, honestly.” Dimitri caught the can Ryan chucked to him and pulled the tab, catching the fizzing contents in his mouth. “Ryan, I saw a fucking dinosaur!”
Ryan swallowed half of the can, not caring when some of the beer trickled through the stubble on his face and dripped onto his black teeshirt. “So you said, mate.”
He plonked the can down on the table and grabbed Dimitri around the waist and pulled him close for a messy kiss that tasted pleasantly of beer. When Levendis got like a kid on a sugar-high, Ryan knew that was the only way of shutting him up that had a chance of working.
The ex-SBS operative – now working for MI5 and on secondment to the anomaly project – kissed like he did everything else, with enthusiasm and solid competence. Dimitri’s arms snaked around Ryan’s waist, hands tugging Ryan’s shirt from his black combat trousers and roaming over the skin of his back, while his lips worked insistently against Ryan’s.
They broke for air and then Dimitri pursued a trail of beer through Ryan’s stubble and down his neck, sucking on Ryan’s skin and nipping at his collarbone. Ryan grabbed the hem of his lover’s shirt and hauled it over his head and chucked it vaguely in the direction of the washing machine. Dimitri’s nimble fingers made short work of his shirt buttons and his mouth fastened itself on one of Ryan’s nipples and suckled hard.
Ryan groaned and ran his hands through the other man’s short hair and then tugged his head back up for another kiss. Christ, they were behaving like a couple of randy teenagers on a first date. First, a frantic shag in one of the ARC’s bunkrooms no more than an hour after Levendis had joined the team and now this, rubbing their cocks together and trying to climb inside each other’s mouths.
But although they might not have seen each other for longer than Ryan cared to remember, he still drew the line at fucking on the kitchen table. “Upstairs, now!” he growled.
Dimitri grinned. “I’ve got a dinosaur-related hard-on. Do I have to put that in my report?”
“No, you have to stick it up my arse!”
“Sweet-talking bastard,” Dimitri said fondly, snagging the beer can off the table and downing the rest of the contents in one. “Christ, Ryan, this has to be the craziest fucking job in the world!”
Ryan laughed. “Better than being stuck on the grid?”
For a moment a shadow crossed the other man’s face, reminding Ryan forcibly that, for whatever reason, Captain Dimitri Levendis was taking a much-needed break from his former employment. “Yeah, at least with dinosaurs you don’t have to worry about whether they’re on your side or not.” A moment later, his expression lightened again and he demanded, “Can I have another beer before I stick my cock up your arse?”
Ryan waved his hand in the direction of the fridge. “Be my guest.”
“I like this hotel,” Dimitri commented, swiping a cold sausage off a plate before grabbing two more beers.
They both downed the beers in a series of long pulls and then made their way upstairs to slake a thirst of an entirely different kind. Dimitri stared around at the orderly neatness of Ryan’s bedroom and – in his usual way – promptly set about making the place look untidy. Their remaining clothes ended up strewn on the floor as they took up where they’d left off in the kitchen, greedy hands roaming over each others bodies, tongues duelling, trading kisses, panting and laughing.
Jesus, Ryan had missed this. He’d missed Dimitri’s infectious enthusiasm, his simple zest for life but more than that he’d missed the feel of the man’s gun-calloused hands on his body, the taste of laughter on his breath and the weight of his cock in Ryan’s hand.
Ryan dropped to his knees and nuzzled Dimitri’s dick, licking a long, wet stripe from root to tip. Neither of them had showered after the day’s exertions, but personal hygiene wasn’t high on the list of Ryan’s priorities at that particular moment. He teased Dimitri’s balls with his fingers and was rewarded with a gasp and an involuntary jerk of his lover’s hips.
Ryan planted a wet kiss on the head of Dimitri’s cock and then sprawled out on top of the bed, his own cock jutting out from the tangle of hair between his legs. Dimitri grinned down at him and then went to retrieve the lube and condoms from the pocket of his jeans. He dropped both onto the bedside table, threw himself down next to Ryan and started to kiss like it was going out of fashion. Ryan didn’t think he’d ever had a lover who could rival Dimitri Levendis for sheer unbridled enthusiasm. God, he’d missed him…
“I thought you were going to stick something up my arse, Dima,” he panted, thrusting up with his hips and rubbing their cocks together. The pet name came easily to his lips and the years apart slid away.
Dimitri chuckled and flipped Ryan over onto his stomach in a move that reeked of sheer professionalism. Ryan heard a foil packet being ripped open and moments later a slick finger circled his entrance and pushed gently inside. He pushed back, wanting more. The chuckle turned into a laugh that slid over his skin like silk. Ryan grabbed a pillow and stuffed it under his hips.
Ryan felt his arse cheeks being spread by two very capable hands and then the blunt head of the other man’s cock was nudging at his hole and… Christ, it had been a long time since Ryan had trusted anyone enough to let them fuck him… too bloody long… His breath caught in his throat but he pushed back against the intrusion, enjoying the feel of Dimitri’s cock opening him up. Sod preparation, he wanted a good hard fuck and he wanted it now!
Dimitri swore under his breath in Greek and sheathed himself in Ryan’s body in one long push, delivering exactly what Ryan had been craving. It was messy, uncoordinated and quite probably the best shag Ryan had ever had. Dimitri’s sweat-slicked chest covered his back as his strong hips powered his cock into Ryan’s body over and over again until all Ryan could feel was the stretch and burn from his arse and the spikes of pleasure being driven into his groin every time Dimitri’s cock raked his prostate.
Another muttered curse and a last thrust told Ryan that Dimitri had just lost his battle for self-control. In spite of the desperate ache in his balls, he laughed breathlessly, his head pillowed on his arms. Dimitri had obviously remembered their old game: first one to come fetched the cold beers afterwards. He was still laughing when his lover rolled them both over and finished Ryan off with two long pulls on his cock. Ryan’s laughter turned to a gasp as his cock pulsed in Dimitri’s hand and he came hard, balls tightening as thick ropes of milky fluid landed on his own stomach.
“I saw a fucking dinosaur!” Dimitri laughed, nipping at his ear.
“So you said,” grinned Ryan, torn between panting and laughing. “But it’s still your turn to fetch the beers.”
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval/Spooks
Rating : 18
Characters : Ryan/Dimitri Levendis
Disclaimer : Not mine, no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Summary : A sequel to New Guy by the very lovely
fififolle .A/N : Written for
fififolle who delivered Ryan/Dimitri slash when I begged for it, and for the equally lovely lukadreaming who wanted filth and kindly betaed this for me.“I saw a dinosaur, Ryan! A fucking dinosaur!”
“I know,” Ryan commented dryly, but he’d forgotten how infectious Dimitri’s enthusiasm could be and, in spite of the fact that fewer than three hours ago he’d watched the other man learn the hard way exactly how much lead it took to make a rampaging allosaurus change direction, he started grinning as well.
Dimitri pulled his jacket off and stared down at his blood-spattered teeshirt. “Oh bugger, now I get why that little old dear with the poodle looked a bit shocked.”
“I suspect that had more to do with the fact that something with improbably large teeth had just nearly eaten Fluffikins than the state of your clothing,” Ryan felt bound to point out, as his own kit joined Dimitri’s on the floor of the hall.
“Brian.”
Ryan stopped in the act of pulling his shirt off and said, “Sorry?”
“The dog was called Brian.”
Wondering vaguely if Dimitri Levendis had finally lost the plot, Ryan headed in the direction of the kitchen to grab a couple of cold beers from the fridge. “Who the hell calls a poodle Brian?”
“Mrs Shirley Benson of 42 Acacia Avenue, Streatham. And before you feel the need to slander my powers of observation, it really was called Acacia Avenue, honestly.” Dimitri caught the can Ryan chucked to him and pulled the tab, catching the fizzing contents in his mouth. “Ryan, I saw a fucking dinosaur!”
Ryan swallowed half of the can, not caring when some of the beer trickled through the stubble on his face and dripped onto his black teeshirt. “So you said, mate.”
He plonked the can down on the table and grabbed Dimitri around the waist and pulled him close for a messy kiss that tasted pleasantly of beer. When Levendis got like a kid on a sugar-high, Ryan knew that was the only way of shutting him up that had a chance of working.
The ex-SBS operative – now working for MI5 and on secondment to the anomaly project – kissed like he did everything else, with enthusiasm and solid competence. Dimitri’s arms snaked around Ryan’s waist, hands tugging Ryan’s shirt from his black combat trousers and roaming over the skin of his back, while his lips worked insistently against Ryan’s.
They broke for air and then Dimitri pursued a trail of beer through Ryan’s stubble and down his neck, sucking on Ryan’s skin and nipping at his collarbone. Ryan grabbed the hem of his lover’s shirt and hauled it over his head and chucked it vaguely in the direction of the washing machine. Dimitri’s nimble fingers made short work of his shirt buttons and his mouth fastened itself on one of Ryan’s nipples and suckled hard.
Ryan groaned and ran his hands through the other man’s short hair and then tugged his head back up for another kiss. Christ, they were behaving like a couple of randy teenagers on a first date. First, a frantic shag in one of the ARC’s bunkrooms no more than an hour after Levendis had joined the team and now this, rubbing their cocks together and trying to climb inside each other’s mouths.
But although they might not have seen each other for longer than Ryan cared to remember, he still drew the line at fucking on the kitchen table. “Upstairs, now!” he growled.
Dimitri grinned. “I’ve got a dinosaur-related hard-on. Do I have to put that in my report?”
“No, you have to stick it up my arse!”
“Sweet-talking bastard,” Dimitri said fondly, snagging the beer can off the table and downing the rest of the contents in one. “Christ, Ryan, this has to be the craziest fucking job in the world!”
Ryan laughed. “Better than being stuck on the grid?”
For a moment a shadow crossed the other man’s face, reminding Ryan forcibly that, for whatever reason, Captain Dimitri Levendis was taking a much-needed break from his former employment. “Yeah, at least with dinosaurs you don’t have to worry about whether they’re on your side or not.” A moment later, his expression lightened again and he demanded, “Can I have another beer before I stick my cock up your arse?”
Ryan waved his hand in the direction of the fridge. “Be my guest.”
“I like this hotel,” Dimitri commented, swiping a cold sausage off a plate before grabbing two more beers.
They both downed the beers in a series of long pulls and then made their way upstairs to slake a thirst of an entirely different kind. Dimitri stared around at the orderly neatness of Ryan’s bedroom and – in his usual way – promptly set about making the place look untidy. Their remaining clothes ended up strewn on the floor as they took up where they’d left off in the kitchen, greedy hands roaming over each others bodies, tongues duelling, trading kisses, panting and laughing.
Jesus, Ryan had missed this. He’d missed Dimitri’s infectious enthusiasm, his simple zest for life but more than that he’d missed the feel of the man’s gun-calloused hands on his body, the taste of laughter on his breath and the weight of his cock in Ryan’s hand.
Ryan dropped to his knees and nuzzled Dimitri’s dick, licking a long, wet stripe from root to tip. Neither of them had showered after the day’s exertions, but personal hygiene wasn’t high on the list of Ryan’s priorities at that particular moment. He teased Dimitri’s balls with his fingers and was rewarded with a gasp and an involuntary jerk of his lover’s hips.
Ryan planted a wet kiss on the head of Dimitri’s cock and then sprawled out on top of the bed, his own cock jutting out from the tangle of hair between his legs. Dimitri grinned down at him and then went to retrieve the lube and condoms from the pocket of his jeans. He dropped both onto the bedside table, threw himself down next to Ryan and started to kiss like it was going out of fashion. Ryan didn’t think he’d ever had a lover who could rival Dimitri Levendis for sheer unbridled enthusiasm. God, he’d missed him…
“I thought you were going to stick something up my arse, Dima,” he panted, thrusting up with his hips and rubbing their cocks together. The pet name came easily to his lips and the years apart slid away.
Dimitri chuckled and flipped Ryan over onto his stomach in a move that reeked of sheer professionalism. Ryan heard a foil packet being ripped open and moments later a slick finger circled his entrance and pushed gently inside. He pushed back, wanting more. The chuckle turned into a laugh that slid over his skin like silk. Ryan grabbed a pillow and stuffed it under his hips.
Ryan felt his arse cheeks being spread by two very capable hands and then the blunt head of the other man’s cock was nudging at his hole and… Christ, it had been a long time since Ryan had trusted anyone enough to let them fuck him… too bloody long… His breath caught in his throat but he pushed back against the intrusion, enjoying the feel of Dimitri’s cock opening him up. Sod preparation, he wanted a good hard fuck and he wanted it now!
Dimitri swore under his breath in Greek and sheathed himself in Ryan’s body in one long push, delivering exactly what Ryan had been craving. It was messy, uncoordinated and quite probably the best shag Ryan had ever had. Dimitri’s sweat-slicked chest covered his back as his strong hips powered his cock into Ryan’s body over and over again until all Ryan could feel was the stretch and burn from his arse and the spikes of pleasure being driven into his groin every time Dimitri’s cock raked his prostate.
Another muttered curse and a last thrust told Ryan that Dimitri had just lost his battle for self-control. In spite of the desperate ache in his balls, he laughed breathlessly, his head pillowed on his arms. Dimitri had obviously remembered their old game: first one to come fetched the cold beers afterwards. He was still laughing when his lover rolled them both over and finished Ryan off with two long pulls on his cock. Ryan’s laughter turned to a gasp as his cock pulsed in Dimitri’s hand and he came hard, balls tightening as thick ropes of milky fluid landed on his own stomach.
“I saw a fucking dinosaur!” Dimitri laughed, nipping at his ear.
“So you said,” grinned Ryan, torn between panting and laughing. “But it’s still your turn to fetch the beers.”
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Date: 2011-01-08 11:10 am (UTC)THIS. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Sweet mother of Lester, this was the most adorable, hot, ADORABLE fic.
LOL, I *loved* his crazy reaction to the dinosaurs, and it made me laugh, you'll see why if you read my next Dimitri fic :D He's such a big kid and you got him SPOT ON.
Especially messing up Ryan's nice tidy house. God, if stuff has to be strewn around my floors, I want a Dimitri to do it, LOL. You really felt Ryan's indulgence, it was lovely. ♥
Dimitri grinned. “I’ve got a dinosaur-related hard-on. Do I have to put that in my report?”
“No, you have to stick it up my arse!”
Mmmm, LOL! Lovely.
Oh boys!!! <3 <3 <3
Thank you so much!!!! *tackles you and scritches you behind the ear*
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Date: 2011-01-08 02:23 pm (UTC)More coming from you? WHEEEEE!! *makes grabby paws*
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Date: 2011-01-08 04:49 pm (UTC)Oh Dimitri! He's so lovely in this.
Jesus, Ryan had missed this. He’d missed Dimitri’s infectious enthusiasm, his simple zest for life but more than that he’d missed the feel of the man’s gun-calloused hands on his body, the taste of laughter on his breath and the weight of his cock in Ryan’s hand.
Mmmmm, I can see why Ryan missed him.
LOL to the poodle called Brian and Dimitri's awesome powers *g*
The sex in this was fabulously hot, rrrrr. Their little contest makes me all melty, GUH. UNF UNF
I just love this fic so much. Can I rec it at
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Date: 2011-01-08 04:53 pm (UTC)There are a couple of miniature Schnauzers called Colin and Brian who live near here, so I couldn't resist calling the poodle after one of them.
Yes, of course, that would be fab!
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Date: 2011-01-08 04:56 pm (UTC)I'll do that, thanks!
Yeah, sorry, hahaha. Any Dimitri suits me fine right now *g* But especially hot sex with Ryan like you write it... *zones out again*
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Date: 2011-01-08 11:44 am (UTC)“No, you have to stick it up my arse!”
*giggles* Oh, Ryan, ever the romantic :-)
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Date: 2011-01-08 05:07 pm (UTC)Dimitri grinned. “I’ve got a dinosaur-related hard-on. Do I have to put that in my report?”
“No, you have to stick it up my arse!”
Much the most sensible place for it! *g*
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Date: 2011-01-08 07:14 pm (UTC)That was deliciously hot.
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Date: 2011-01-08 08:40 pm (UTC)That is gorgeously hot and sweet and the banter between the boys is brilliant!!!
And I love the fact that the poodle was called Brian!!
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Date: 2011-01-09 04:03 pm (UTC)I've just died! You're so damn good with these! And the boys just OMG!!!!
I like Dimitry!
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Date: 2018-08-26 06:29 am (UTC)I think I might have written some SGA, too, so will have a look.