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fredbassettTitle : The End of a Long Day
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 18
Characters : Connor/Ditzy/Ryan
Disclaimer : Not mine (except Ditzy), no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Warning/advert : Double-penetration
Summary : Ditzy's had one of those days and his lovers are determine to drive away bad memories.
A/N : Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
partofthequeue2 for her birthday. I hope you have a very happy day! Takes place in the same series as Home at Last and Rest and Relaxation, but can be read as a standalone.
Ditzy banged the door of his locker shut with unnecessary force. For a moment, he was temped to slam his knuckles into the thin metal and watch it crumple, but as Lester had recently acerbically pointed out in a staff meeting, they already got through lockers at an indecent rate, largely because of the lads’ habit of opening them with a kick whenever they lost their keys.
An image of bodies mangled beyond his help – beyond anyone’s help – rose up in his mind and he turned away, eyes closed and hands balled into fists. He leaned back against the cool grey metal instead and fought for control.
He heard booted footsteps on the tiled floor followed by the inevitable thump and a quiet curse. He opened his eyes to see Blade, his uniform still liberally splattered with mud and blood, staring at the crumpled door of his own locker.
“Lester won’t be pleased,” Ditzy remarked.
“Bugger Lester.”
“Lyle probably will.”
A swift grin lit Blade’s usually expressionless face. “Too much information, mate.” He hesitated a moment and then said, “Stop blaming yourself, Ditz. There was nothing you could have done and you know it. It took us too long to get there and that wasn’t our fault.”
“We need helicopters.”
“I know that, you know that, Lester knows that. According to Lorraine, he’s on the phone at the moment haranguing that fuckwit of a Home Secretary. She reckons that we’ll have one by the end of the week. Lester’s in no mood to be argued with.”
Ditzy let out a long, slow breath. Lester was doing his best. That was all they could ask for. The rest of the lads clattered in, dumping kit, stripping off and grabbing shower gel. He did the same, letting hot water sluice away grime and sweat. Ryan would be with Lester, delivering his report. Connor would be entering details of what they’d seen today on his database. Claudia would probably still be running interference with the press and Stephen would be doing his best to stop Cutter from making his views on penny-pinching politicians known to the world at large.
All Ditzy really wanted was to go home, grab some food and go to bed, but he still had his own report to write. He pulled on an old pair of jeans with a rip in one knee and grabbed an equally tattered, faded shirt, then rummaged in his locker for socks and trainers, rubbed a towel over his wet hair and draped it over the open locker door to dry. He was halfway to the office he shared with Ryan and Lyle when quick footsteps in the corridor behind him alerted him to Connor’s approach.
His young lover was clutching some sort of gizmo in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other. “Lester says the report’ll wait until tomorrow.” He thrust the mug at Ditzy. “Drink this and we’ll see you in the car park in five minutes. I just need to give this to one of the lab techs to download the readings from today.”
The coffee was strong enough to stand a spoon up in and far too sweet, but it was still welcome. Ryan was in the office, still dressed in his combat gear, although he had at least divested himself of his jacket and most of his weaponry.
He looked up as Ditzy came in and gave him a tired smile. “Have you seen Connor?”
Ditzy nodded. “He says we’re heading home.”
Ryan pushed his chair back from the desk and stood up. “Lester’s orders, and for once I’m not going to argue. Lyle and Stringer are both on standby. I’ve given a preliminary report. The full one will wait.” He snagged the coffee mug out of Ditzy’s hand, took a mouthful, pulled a face and handed it back. “God, he makes lousy coffee.”
“Oi, I heard that!” remarked an outraged voice from the doorway. “Come on, we can pick up a takeaway on the way home. I’m starving.”
And a loud rumble from his own stomach reminded Ditzy rather forcibly that he hadn’t eaten since breakfast. None of them had and in spite of the day from hell, he was actually hungry. Very hungry.
A visit to their local chippie took care of the need for food, which was shovelled away at speed and washed down with several cans of beer. By then, Ditzy was starting to feel more human and had almost managed to banish some of the images from the day from his thoughts. In an unaccustomed fit of domesticity, Connor cleared the plates and even did the washing up.
Ditzy pulled his boots off and chucked them in the direction of the hall. He settled down comfortably on the sofa with his head on Ryan’s lap. The feel of his lover’s fingers carding through his hair was pleasant and Ditzy closed his eyes, finally allowing himself to relax.
“You’ve started without me,” he heard Connor comment in an amused tone.
“He’s stroking my hair, Conn, I’m not sure I’d call that starting without you.”
A thump from next to him told Ditzy that Connor had flopped down onto the floor and a moment later a hand started to tug at the zip of his jeans.
“Oh for the vigour of youth,” Ditzy murmured. “Conn, you’re going to be flogging a dead horse down there, mate. I’m knackered.”
A warm hand burrowed into Ditzy’s underwear, demonstrating yet again that Connor never took no for an answer. Ryan appeared to be complicit in their lover’s attempts to arouse him as fingers started to tease at one of Ditzy’s nipples through the thin material of his shirt. Almost of its own volition, his cock twitched and started to fill. Connor started to gently tug at Ditzy’s foreskin, rubbing it up and down over the sensitive head. Hands moved over Ditzy’s chest at the same time, opening the buttons of his shirt and baring his chest, then Ryan’s fingers skimmed lightly across his skin before taking hold of one nipple and rolling it between finger and thumb. A small spike of pleasure travelled down though Ditzy’s body and made its way into his now half-hard cock, giving the lie to his words to Connor only a moment ago.
A tug at his belt told him that Connor had decided that just fishing his dick out of his jeans didn’t give him easy enough access for what he wanted to achieve. Connor had developed rather a thing recently for playing with Ditzy’s balls, and it was a well known fact that what Connor wanted, Connor got. Two hands pulled at the waistband of his jeans, hauling them down over his hips, leaving him naked from the waist down as jeans, underwear and socks were stripped off and dumped on the floor.
Ditzy obligingly bent one leg at the knee, resting it against the back of the sofa as Connor promptly burrowed one hand between his legs and started to stoke his balls whilst at the same time working Ditzy’s dick with his other hand.
“About that dead horse I’m flogging…” Connor commented giving Ditzy’s now rapidly-swelling cock a hard squeeze.
“Yeah, whatever,” Ditzy murmured. “Mmmm, ‘s nice.”
Ditzy heard Ryan’s soft laugh as one of his nipples was tweaked sharply. That, in combination with Connor’s skilled manipulations, was enough to bring Ditzy to full hardness.
After the day they’d had it was very pleasant to simply lie there and let his two lovers entertain themselves with his body. Ryan had managed to manoeuvre himself into a position where he could play with both of Ditzy’s nipples at once while Connor sucked his cock, alternately teasing at his balls with his fingers and then dipping his head lower to draw first one and then the other into his mouth until Ditzy was panting and finding it increasingly hard not to writhe.
He could feel pleasure building up slowly but inexorably inside him as his mind finally freed itself from the guilt that always enshrouded him whenever they failed to prevent a civilian death. Neither Ryan nor Connor required anything more of him than a pliant body, their only concern was for his pleasure and being freed from the need to do anything more complex than simply submit to their attentions was wholly liberating.
“I want to see him come, Conn,” Ryan murmured, pinching Ditzy’s nipples between finger and thumb.
Ditzy groaned and arched his hips off the sofa, desperately seeking more sensation in Connor’s hot, wet mouth. Instead of obliging him, Connor pulled back until his lips encircled the head of Ditzy’s cock and then flicked his tongue over the slit.
“Oh Jesus, do that that again,” Ditzy begged.
Connor laughed and then obliged, rasping his tongue back and forward across the sensitive head, lapping at pre-come leaking from his cock whilst palming his balls.
Ryan rolled his nipples between finger and thumb and asked, “Are you enjoying this, David?”
A groan was about as coherent a reply as Ditzy felt able to produce. His nipples were sensitive at the best of times and after five minutes of being played with by Ryan the sensations were almost in danger of becoming too much, but he knew Ryan wouldn’t grant him any respite now, not until he’d reached climax.
Connor swirled his tongue around Ditzy’s cock and then pulled back and started to work his shaft with one hand while continuing to fondle his balls with the other. A moment later, Ditzy felt his orgasm rush through him like a tidal wave of heat, starting low in his belly and spreading outwards. He felt come pulse from his cock and land on his stomach and knew Ryan was watching as he lost himself in the intense please of climax.
“Christ, that’s hot,” Ryan breathed, releasing his grip on Ditzy’s nipples and running his hands down his chest instead, dipping a finger into the sticky mess on his stomach and then bringing it up to Ditzy’s mouth.
Ditzy sucked his own come off Ryan’s fingers while Connor started to clean him up with his tongue, lapping at his stomach like a cat determined to chase every morsel of a very tasty puddle of cream.
When he’d finished, Connor captured Ditzy’s lips in a come-flavoured kiss and then moved upwards to share the taste with Ryan as well. Ditzy opened his eyes and enjoyed the sight of his two lovers snogging enthusiastically over him. When the two men finally parted, Connor looked down, a gleam of amusement in his dark eyes.
“Can we take him to bed and shag him senseless?” he asked, addressing his question to Ryan.
Ryan ran his fingers through Ditzy’s hair, his smile laden with promise. “Reckon you can manage both of us again, David? Shall we both fuck that tight arse of yours?”
A shiver of delicious anticipation ran down Ditzy’s spine. They’d only done this once before, but it had been fantastic. He allowed Connor to haul him upright and lead him into the bedroom. Clothes were shed with positively indecent haste, but neither of his lovers allowed him to take any active part in the proceedings. Ryan lay on the bed and quickly slicked his own cock. Without waiting for Connor to stretch or prepare him, Ditzy straddled Ryan’s slim hips and guided the thick cock into his arse, impaling himself hard and fast, bringing a gasp to his own lips as he sank down onto Ryan, taking him to the hilt. Connor’s hands massaged his shoulders, helping him relax around the intrusion into his unprepared body.
“Take it slowly, why don’t you?” Ryan said, grinning up at him.
“Fuck slowly,” Ditzy muttered, moistening dry lips with his tongue. “I want to feel every moment of this. Make me forget today…”
A slick finger probed his already-stretched hole. “Are you sure?” Connor breathed in his ear.
Ditzy rose slowly up and down on Ryan’s hard shaft. “Yes, I’m bloody sure.” He placed his hands on the bed on either side of Ryan’s chest and leaned forwards, presenting his arse to Connor. A finger pushed past the tight ring of muscle and breached him. Ditzy bit back a gasp and pushed back against the intrusion. The slight burn from Connor’s finger soon diminished and a second finger followed the first. Ditzy could feel sweat breaking out on his body as he continued to move slowly up and down Ryan’s cock as Connor worked more lubricant inside him. It felt so bloody good. He wanted more, and he wanted it now…
A hard cock nudged at his opening. Ditzy sucked in a deep breath and then exhaled slowly, doing his best to relax as Connor pushed into his body. It always felt too much and Ditzy was within a hair’s breadth of begging him to stop when his lover’s cock pushed past the encircling muscle to breach him fully. His senses swam for a moment, dancing that fine line between pleasure and pain. Two pairs of strong hands held him steady while he adjusted to the feel of two cocks stretching his arse.
They’d done this before and he knew it was possible. Hell, he’d once taken a king-sized tin of Heinz baked beans out of one guy’s arse during a stint in accident and emergency, so compared to that two cock’s should be a walk in the park…
“David, what the fuck are you thinking about?” Ryan queried.
Ditzy opened his eyes and grinned. “I’ll tell you later. I’m not sure I could handle the pair of you laughing at the moment.”
As distractions went, that particular line of thought seemed to have worked well and as Connor started to thrust gently, sliding his cock up and down Ryan’s, Ditzy felt his own cock start to stir again, helped out by the pressure on his prostate.
Ryan glanced down. “Touch yourself,” he ordered.
Ditzy dropped a hand to his cock and started to stroke it, knowing how much Ryan enjoyed watching him wank. He slowly came back to full hardness as Connor set up a gentle rhythm moving inside him, almost withdrawing at times, only to press back in one delicious slide until he was buried balls-deep in Ditzy’s already over-full arse.
Connor’s movements were clearly giving Ryan almost as much pleasure as they were giving Ditzy and it was obvious that none of them were going to last long. Ditzy quickened the movements of his hand on his cock, using the leaking pre-come to slick his taut skin. His second orgasm of the night hit him with the force of a punch in the guts and he spilled over his own hand onto Ryan’s stomach.
Ryan gasped as Ditzy’s arse clenched around him and he jerked up hard. Ditzy felt Connor’s arms tighten around his waist as his young lover thrust raggedly into him, his face pressed against the sweat-slick skin of Ditzy’s back as the three of them shuddered through climax.
Ditzy felt Connor’s softening cock slip from his stretched hole and he knew his lover would be checking for any signs of blood.
“I’m fine, Conn,” he murmured as he shifted position off Ryan to lie in his arms, his head pillowed on Ryan’s shoulder. He was barely conscious of Connor cleaning them both up and then spooning into bed behind him.
He knew that he would sleep without nightmares tonight, and that was enough.
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 18
Characters : Connor/Ditzy/Ryan
Disclaimer : Not mine (except Ditzy), no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Warning/advert : Double-penetration
Summary : Ditzy's had one of those days and his lovers are determine to drive away bad memories.
A/N : Written for
partofthequeue2 for her birthday. I hope you have a very happy day! Takes place in the same series as Home at Last and Rest and Relaxation, but can be read as a standalone.Ditzy banged the door of his locker shut with unnecessary force. For a moment, he was temped to slam his knuckles into the thin metal and watch it crumple, but as Lester had recently acerbically pointed out in a staff meeting, they already got through lockers at an indecent rate, largely because of the lads’ habit of opening them with a kick whenever they lost their keys.
An image of bodies mangled beyond his help – beyond anyone’s help – rose up in his mind and he turned away, eyes closed and hands balled into fists. He leaned back against the cool grey metal instead and fought for control.
He heard booted footsteps on the tiled floor followed by the inevitable thump and a quiet curse. He opened his eyes to see Blade, his uniform still liberally splattered with mud and blood, staring at the crumpled door of his own locker.
“Lester won’t be pleased,” Ditzy remarked.
“Bugger Lester.”
“Lyle probably will.”
A swift grin lit Blade’s usually expressionless face. “Too much information, mate.” He hesitated a moment and then said, “Stop blaming yourself, Ditz. There was nothing you could have done and you know it. It took us too long to get there and that wasn’t our fault.”
“We need helicopters.”
“I know that, you know that, Lester knows that. According to Lorraine, he’s on the phone at the moment haranguing that fuckwit of a Home Secretary. She reckons that we’ll have one by the end of the week. Lester’s in no mood to be argued with.”
Ditzy let out a long, slow breath. Lester was doing his best. That was all they could ask for. The rest of the lads clattered in, dumping kit, stripping off and grabbing shower gel. He did the same, letting hot water sluice away grime and sweat. Ryan would be with Lester, delivering his report. Connor would be entering details of what they’d seen today on his database. Claudia would probably still be running interference with the press and Stephen would be doing his best to stop Cutter from making his views on penny-pinching politicians known to the world at large.
All Ditzy really wanted was to go home, grab some food and go to bed, but he still had his own report to write. He pulled on an old pair of jeans with a rip in one knee and grabbed an equally tattered, faded shirt, then rummaged in his locker for socks and trainers, rubbed a towel over his wet hair and draped it over the open locker door to dry. He was halfway to the office he shared with Ryan and Lyle when quick footsteps in the corridor behind him alerted him to Connor’s approach.
His young lover was clutching some sort of gizmo in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other. “Lester says the report’ll wait until tomorrow.” He thrust the mug at Ditzy. “Drink this and we’ll see you in the car park in five minutes. I just need to give this to one of the lab techs to download the readings from today.”
The coffee was strong enough to stand a spoon up in and far too sweet, but it was still welcome. Ryan was in the office, still dressed in his combat gear, although he had at least divested himself of his jacket and most of his weaponry.
He looked up as Ditzy came in and gave him a tired smile. “Have you seen Connor?”
Ditzy nodded. “He says we’re heading home.”
Ryan pushed his chair back from the desk and stood up. “Lester’s orders, and for once I’m not going to argue. Lyle and Stringer are both on standby. I’ve given a preliminary report. The full one will wait.” He snagged the coffee mug out of Ditzy’s hand, took a mouthful, pulled a face and handed it back. “God, he makes lousy coffee.”
“Oi, I heard that!” remarked an outraged voice from the doorway. “Come on, we can pick up a takeaway on the way home. I’m starving.”
And a loud rumble from his own stomach reminded Ditzy rather forcibly that he hadn’t eaten since breakfast. None of them had and in spite of the day from hell, he was actually hungry. Very hungry.
A visit to their local chippie took care of the need for food, which was shovelled away at speed and washed down with several cans of beer. By then, Ditzy was starting to feel more human and had almost managed to banish some of the images from the day from his thoughts. In an unaccustomed fit of domesticity, Connor cleared the plates and even did the washing up.
Ditzy pulled his boots off and chucked them in the direction of the hall. He settled down comfortably on the sofa with his head on Ryan’s lap. The feel of his lover’s fingers carding through his hair was pleasant and Ditzy closed his eyes, finally allowing himself to relax.
“You’ve started without me,” he heard Connor comment in an amused tone.
“He’s stroking my hair, Conn, I’m not sure I’d call that starting without you.”
A thump from next to him told Ditzy that Connor had flopped down onto the floor and a moment later a hand started to tug at the zip of his jeans.
“Oh for the vigour of youth,” Ditzy murmured. “Conn, you’re going to be flogging a dead horse down there, mate. I’m knackered.”
A warm hand burrowed into Ditzy’s underwear, demonstrating yet again that Connor never took no for an answer. Ryan appeared to be complicit in their lover’s attempts to arouse him as fingers started to tease at one of Ditzy’s nipples through the thin material of his shirt. Almost of its own volition, his cock twitched and started to fill. Connor started to gently tug at Ditzy’s foreskin, rubbing it up and down over the sensitive head. Hands moved over Ditzy’s chest at the same time, opening the buttons of his shirt and baring his chest, then Ryan’s fingers skimmed lightly across his skin before taking hold of one nipple and rolling it between finger and thumb. A small spike of pleasure travelled down though Ditzy’s body and made its way into his now half-hard cock, giving the lie to his words to Connor only a moment ago.
A tug at his belt told him that Connor had decided that just fishing his dick out of his jeans didn’t give him easy enough access for what he wanted to achieve. Connor had developed rather a thing recently for playing with Ditzy’s balls, and it was a well known fact that what Connor wanted, Connor got. Two hands pulled at the waistband of his jeans, hauling them down over his hips, leaving him naked from the waist down as jeans, underwear and socks were stripped off and dumped on the floor.
Ditzy obligingly bent one leg at the knee, resting it against the back of the sofa as Connor promptly burrowed one hand between his legs and started to stoke his balls whilst at the same time working Ditzy’s dick with his other hand.
“About that dead horse I’m flogging…” Connor commented giving Ditzy’s now rapidly-swelling cock a hard squeeze.
“Yeah, whatever,” Ditzy murmured. “Mmmm, ‘s nice.”
Ditzy heard Ryan’s soft laugh as one of his nipples was tweaked sharply. That, in combination with Connor’s skilled manipulations, was enough to bring Ditzy to full hardness.
After the day they’d had it was very pleasant to simply lie there and let his two lovers entertain themselves with his body. Ryan had managed to manoeuvre himself into a position where he could play with both of Ditzy’s nipples at once while Connor sucked his cock, alternately teasing at his balls with his fingers and then dipping his head lower to draw first one and then the other into his mouth until Ditzy was panting and finding it increasingly hard not to writhe.
He could feel pleasure building up slowly but inexorably inside him as his mind finally freed itself from the guilt that always enshrouded him whenever they failed to prevent a civilian death. Neither Ryan nor Connor required anything more of him than a pliant body, their only concern was for his pleasure and being freed from the need to do anything more complex than simply submit to their attentions was wholly liberating.
“I want to see him come, Conn,” Ryan murmured, pinching Ditzy’s nipples between finger and thumb.
Ditzy groaned and arched his hips off the sofa, desperately seeking more sensation in Connor’s hot, wet mouth. Instead of obliging him, Connor pulled back until his lips encircled the head of Ditzy’s cock and then flicked his tongue over the slit.
“Oh Jesus, do that that again,” Ditzy begged.
Connor laughed and then obliged, rasping his tongue back and forward across the sensitive head, lapping at pre-come leaking from his cock whilst palming his balls.
Ryan rolled his nipples between finger and thumb and asked, “Are you enjoying this, David?”
A groan was about as coherent a reply as Ditzy felt able to produce. His nipples were sensitive at the best of times and after five minutes of being played with by Ryan the sensations were almost in danger of becoming too much, but he knew Ryan wouldn’t grant him any respite now, not until he’d reached climax.
Connor swirled his tongue around Ditzy’s cock and then pulled back and started to work his shaft with one hand while continuing to fondle his balls with the other. A moment later, Ditzy felt his orgasm rush through him like a tidal wave of heat, starting low in his belly and spreading outwards. He felt come pulse from his cock and land on his stomach and knew Ryan was watching as he lost himself in the intense please of climax.
“Christ, that’s hot,” Ryan breathed, releasing his grip on Ditzy’s nipples and running his hands down his chest instead, dipping a finger into the sticky mess on his stomach and then bringing it up to Ditzy’s mouth.
Ditzy sucked his own come off Ryan’s fingers while Connor started to clean him up with his tongue, lapping at his stomach like a cat determined to chase every morsel of a very tasty puddle of cream.
When he’d finished, Connor captured Ditzy’s lips in a come-flavoured kiss and then moved upwards to share the taste with Ryan as well. Ditzy opened his eyes and enjoyed the sight of his two lovers snogging enthusiastically over him. When the two men finally parted, Connor looked down, a gleam of amusement in his dark eyes.
“Can we take him to bed and shag him senseless?” he asked, addressing his question to Ryan.
Ryan ran his fingers through Ditzy’s hair, his smile laden with promise. “Reckon you can manage both of us again, David? Shall we both fuck that tight arse of yours?”
A shiver of delicious anticipation ran down Ditzy’s spine. They’d only done this once before, but it had been fantastic. He allowed Connor to haul him upright and lead him into the bedroom. Clothes were shed with positively indecent haste, but neither of his lovers allowed him to take any active part in the proceedings. Ryan lay on the bed and quickly slicked his own cock. Without waiting for Connor to stretch or prepare him, Ditzy straddled Ryan’s slim hips and guided the thick cock into his arse, impaling himself hard and fast, bringing a gasp to his own lips as he sank down onto Ryan, taking him to the hilt. Connor’s hands massaged his shoulders, helping him relax around the intrusion into his unprepared body.
“Take it slowly, why don’t you?” Ryan said, grinning up at him.
“Fuck slowly,” Ditzy muttered, moistening dry lips with his tongue. “I want to feel every moment of this. Make me forget today…”
A slick finger probed his already-stretched hole. “Are you sure?” Connor breathed in his ear.
Ditzy rose slowly up and down on Ryan’s hard shaft. “Yes, I’m bloody sure.” He placed his hands on the bed on either side of Ryan’s chest and leaned forwards, presenting his arse to Connor. A finger pushed past the tight ring of muscle and breached him. Ditzy bit back a gasp and pushed back against the intrusion. The slight burn from Connor’s finger soon diminished and a second finger followed the first. Ditzy could feel sweat breaking out on his body as he continued to move slowly up and down Ryan’s cock as Connor worked more lubricant inside him. It felt so bloody good. He wanted more, and he wanted it now…
A hard cock nudged at his opening. Ditzy sucked in a deep breath and then exhaled slowly, doing his best to relax as Connor pushed into his body. It always felt too much and Ditzy was within a hair’s breadth of begging him to stop when his lover’s cock pushed past the encircling muscle to breach him fully. His senses swam for a moment, dancing that fine line between pleasure and pain. Two pairs of strong hands held him steady while he adjusted to the feel of two cocks stretching his arse.
They’d done this before and he knew it was possible. Hell, he’d once taken a king-sized tin of Heinz baked beans out of one guy’s arse during a stint in accident and emergency, so compared to that two cock’s should be a walk in the park…
“David, what the fuck are you thinking about?” Ryan queried.
Ditzy opened his eyes and grinned. “I’ll tell you later. I’m not sure I could handle the pair of you laughing at the moment.”
As distractions went, that particular line of thought seemed to have worked well and as Connor started to thrust gently, sliding his cock up and down Ryan’s, Ditzy felt his own cock start to stir again, helped out by the pressure on his prostate.
Ryan glanced down. “Touch yourself,” he ordered.
Ditzy dropped a hand to his cock and started to stroke it, knowing how much Ryan enjoyed watching him wank. He slowly came back to full hardness as Connor set up a gentle rhythm moving inside him, almost withdrawing at times, only to press back in one delicious slide until he was buried balls-deep in Ditzy’s already over-full arse.
Connor’s movements were clearly giving Ryan almost as much pleasure as they were giving Ditzy and it was obvious that none of them were going to last long. Ditzy quickened the movements of his hand on his cock, using the leaking pre-come to slick his taut skin. His second orgasm of the night hit him with the force of a punch in the guts and he spilled over his own hand onto Ryan’s stomach.
Ryan gasped as Ditzy’s arse clenched around him and he jerked up hard. Ditzy felt Connor’s arms tighten around his waist as his young lover thrust raggedly into him, his face pressed against the sweat-slick skin of Ditzy’s back as the three of them shuddered through climax.
Ditzy felt Connor’s softening cock slip from his stretched hole and he knew his lover would be checking for any signs of blood.
“I’m fine, Conn,” he murmured as he shifted position off Ryan to lie in his arms, his head pillowed on Ryan’s shoulder. He was barely conscious of Connor cleaning them both up and then spooning into bed behind him.
He knew that he would sleep without nightmares tonight, and that was enough.
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Date: 2012-02-28 12:55 pm (UTC)Took the words right out of my mouth there, Ryan ♥
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Date: 2012-02-28 02:05 pm (UTC)Oh noes, a dead Freddie!
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Date: 2012-02-28 02:57 pm (UTC)But baked beans? Ditzy has a strange mind... LOL!
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Date: 2012-02-28 04:35 pm (UTC)That was seriously damn hot!
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Date: 2012-02-28 07:32 pm (UTC)(But...JUMBO sized can of baked beans?! LOL!)
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Date: 2012-02-28 09:19 pm (UTC)nnnngghhhhhhhhh UNF
One of your best, hottest fics, rrrrrrrrrr. GUH.
Ryan rolled his nipples between finger and thumb and asked, “Are you enjoying this, David?”
*squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee*
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Date: 2012-02-29 04:27 am (UTC)*cuddles Ditzy tightly*
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Date: 2012-02-29 10:13 am (UTC)that's a lovely Connor icon.
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