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fredbassettFandoms: Primeval & SGA
Authors: munchkinofdoom, noxnoctisanima, fredbassett
Pairing : Ryan/John Sheppard, plus appearances by Connor & Rodney McKay
Rating: 18/NC17
Spoilers : None
Warnings: Strangely - none!
Summary : Various people are surprised. (To Be Continued, hopefully!)
Disclaimer: We don’t own them, but if we did, the shows wouldn’t air before the watershed.
(munchkinofdoom)
Barely through the anomaly, and already Ryan was in trouble. Grabbed, turned about, one lean but strong arm around his throat while another blocked his reach for his holster.
All in about one second flat. If he wasn't so pissed, Ryan'd be impressed.
"Colonel John Sheppard, at your service. Who are you and what the hell is that?!"
Ryan took a deep, hopefully calming, breath and drew his arms out wide from his body. Signaling no threat. American accent. He swiveled his head quickly for a look. Tall, dark spiky hair, armed. Bugger.
"Captain Ryan, Her Majesty's Special Forces." Short, sharp, to the point. Ryan could see no use in wasting words. He might need them later..
"A bit far from home, Captain. And you still haven't told me what that is." The arm at his throat moved, the hand waving nonchalantly at the anomaly situated almost close enough to touch before coming back to cross his throat.
"Classified."
A hot, amused breath wafted across Ryan's throat from behind, sending a small shiver through his already adrenaline-effected body.
"Where am I?" Ryan asked in retaliation, trying to regain some control of a situation straight out of a science fiction movie. A bad science fiction movie.
"Classified."
And it looked like the situation was going downhill from there. Ryan sighed.
Then the anomaly, bugger it to hell, started pulling on his kit. Sheppard Colonel Sheppard! started, tightened his grip, and pulled Ryan even closer. They bounced off the far wall of an enclosed, gaudily decorated space that bore uncanny resemblence to what Ryan could only describe as an art deco lift. But no art deco lift he'd ever seen. And the anomaly was taking up most of it.
The hand resting over Ryan's holster tightened momentarily, as if the man was seriously considering playing tug-of-war with the anomaly for Ryan's holstered gun. The holster shifted, caught between the press of Sheppard's hand and the pull of the anomaly, and Sheppard's hand slipped, glancing none too gently off Ryan's groin in doing so.
Both men froze.
Having a man fall into a transporter with him was not what he had been expecting to do with his day.
He grabbed hold of the man as soon as he fell through the shattered light. He felt a tug against him and held tighter, thinking the stranger was trying to pull away.
Or not... His kit was pulling him forward too and he hauled them both back hard enough that the bounced off the back of the transporter.
The muscles of the man's arms tensed attractively as he righted himself and John knew he should be less susceptible to attractive men at close quarters but regardless of whatever danger he was in the blood was starting to run south.
His hand gripped the man's holster in a strange combination of holding him steady and stopping him from drawing it. It shifted under his hand and his other hand gripped tighter in the man's flack jacket as his free one grazed across a pretty impressive hard on.
Both of them froze.
Ryan sighed. It was turning into one of those conversations. "Where I come from, we call it an erection, sir." He hoped he'd managed to load just the right amount of sarcasm on his final word. After all, he only had this guy's say so for the fact that he was outranked.
The anomaly succeeded in the tug of war for his pistol, throwing Ryan back against Sheppard as the gun flew out of it's holster and headed into the flickering shards of light.
"That's what we call a hard-on," supplied Sheppard, dryly, as Ryan's ass was pressed into his groin.
"Any chance we could start this conversation again from the beginning?" asked Ryan, hopefully.
Everyone stopped, breath bated, waiting to see what would happen next.
Nothing.
Bugger this... "I'll be right back!" Connor called, ignoring the yells of "No!" "Connor!" "Bloody idiot!" behind him.
Connor walked purposefully, and slowly (contrary to opinion, Connor wasn't an idiot), toward the anomaly, expecting at any moment for their errant Special Forces Captain to show up. No such luck. Connor could feel someone coming up behind him, and made his move, certain he would be stopped if he gave them the chance.
And walked face first into a flying flac jacket!
"Connor!" Stephen, apparently, was closest, and the next thing Connor saw, from his vantage point on the ground, was a long arm lifting the flac jacket off of him. *You okay?"
Connor thought for a moment, checked his teeth with his tongue, and grinned up at Stephen's concerned, if somewhat amused, face. "I'm fine," Connor grinned.
Stephen pulled Connor to his feet, patted him down for injuries - a little too conscientiously by Connor's reckoning - and then stepped back resolutely. Connor could see Cutter's frown clearly from the corner of his eye. So that's the lay of the land, Connor chuckled to himself.
Stepping away from Stephen, Connor nodded to him, grinned at Cutter, and stepped into the anomaly. And came to a dead stop.
Connor grunted, grinned at Ryan's cursing, and then heard strange chuckling. Tearing his eyes from the sight of his hands splayed out on Ryan's t-shirted chest, Connor looked up. And left. And straight into the amused eyes of a man who Connor was pretty sure he'd never want to meet in a dark alley, going to the wicked gleam in his eyes. And the pistol in his thigh holster.
Connor squeaked.
He was already hard because of a man of unknown origin who was pressed up against his back, various weaponry and supplies digging into his back in a number of interesting ways.
Now Connor stumbled through the anomaly and fell against him, lean body resting heavily against his own, hands on his shoulders.
The Universe was not being helpful.
That definitely can't be a gun I'm feeling, because I know where his gun is! Connor gulped, felt his face flush, and tried not to squeak. Again. Once was bad enough.
A laconic drawl issued from behind Ryan's right ear. And Connor would swear he saw Ryan shiver. "Colonel John Sheppard,
Connor was somewhat mesmerized by the grin that came with it. "That explains the hair." He quipped. And flushed again. I can't believe I just said that!
Ryan's hips - and erection - rolled in a leisurely fashion against Connor's groin, and Connor squeaked. Again. "Will you please not do that?!" Connor glared at Ryan, only to find Ryan, in turn, glaring at Colonel Sheppard. As best he could, anyway, Connor could see. From his vantage point - pressed firmly against Ryan's chest, groin to groin, Connor could see that their Captain was being very firmly held at throat and belly by their host.
Connor didn't want to think he might be their captor. Not yet, anyway.
"Ummmm? May we have our Captain back? I don't think the Home Office's budget stretches to replacing Special Forces Captains too frequently. And Lester will probably dock us for it." Connor was rambling. He knew he was. He just couldn't stop.
Ryan's engorged groin was rocked slowly forward again, and Connor could feel Ryan's legs part. Connor looked down to see a black-clad knee poke through between Ryan's thighs. Ryan cursed, struggled, and Connor could feel the heat in response in his own groin.
Oh, this isn't good.
The strange man in cammies who had dropped through what for all intents and purposes looked like shattered glass floating in the air had been followed by a floppy haired geek type.
His instinct screamed to neutralise the soldier and he had him in a headlock even as the other man grabbed his geek flush against himself.
When the geek first spoke John thought the demand was meant for him, but as he pushed a knee between the other man's legs he watched the geek's eyes stutter for a moment.
Ah
That was...hot.
Rodney looked out of the front windscreen of the cloaked Puddle Jumper. They'd tracked the strange energy source leaving Ronon and Teyla to talk trade with the locals.
Even though they'd been there twice before and not been attacked yet the Colonel had insisted on checking out the source before letting Rodney out of the Jumper.
Rodney had jumped up as soon as the man appeared through the source of the energy. He sat back down when he saw that the Colonel had it all pretty much under control.
He jumped again a few minutes later when the hand the Colonel had braced on the man's hip slipped downwards onto his groin.
Rodney's eyes were fixed on the two men, the stranger was grinding himself back into the Colonel's groin as his hands slipped into the stranger's pants.
Rodney's hands were slipping down his own pants before he even knew what he was doing. He blushed but slipped the zipper down, pushing his hand into his underpants.
He moved his hand in time with the Colonel's, imagining the noises they must have been making.
He flicked his thumb over the head of his cock and a thought occurred to him. The Colonel must know he was here, he must know he was watching.
That was enough, Rodney came, the world turning white.
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Date: 2008-02-06 07:27 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-02-06 07:29 pm (UTC)Although my favourite line out of the entire set may have to be Connor's:
"Ummmm? May we have our Captain back? I don't think the Home Office's budget stretches to replacing Special Forces Captains too frequently. And Lester will probably dock us for it."
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Date: 2008-02-06 09:41 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-02-06 09:39 pm (UTC)Oi, Munchkin, and Nox *points finger*, yes, I mean you two! MORE, PLEASE!!
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Date: 2008-02-06 07:49 pm (UTC)::melts into goo::
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Date: 2008-02-06 10:07 pm (UTC)I look forwatd to more of this in our next Comment!porn session *g*
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Date: 2008-02-06 10:16 pm (UTC)By then, I should have got all the Collector's Editions published, and can give advance warning with a few "suggestions" for subjects. Various subjects have been mentioned in the threads, most of them suitably filthy!! You can practice for Gun!Porn 2, hon!!
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Date: 2008-02-07 12:26 am (UTC)*reads comments*
I am sooooo screwed... *tries to crawl back under rock*
I do actually have plans on how to finish this! A few more posts and it should do it. And hopefully Nox will continue on the John Sheppard pov, cause I ain't touching it!!!
*veg*
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Date: 2008-02-07 05:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-07 04:25 pm (UTC)Shall we do part 2 by email, as the original thread is in danger of falling over due to size, and I'm not sure I can find the original posts, but if you two can, then that makes it easy for me as it will just pop up in my in box!
Shall I cross-post Part 1 to Primeval fanfic as well, or wait until it's finished and then whack over an amalgamated post?
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Date: 2010-03-26 07:26 pm (UTC)(And Connor was hilarious!)
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Date: 2010-03-26 08:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-27 08:24 am (UTC)I think this comment porn was the first thing I wrote for Primeval, and the Hound was all over me after that. *sad, put-upon sigh*
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Date: 2010-03-27 08:52 am (UTC)Good Munchkin!
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Date: 2010-03-27 12:00 pm (UTC)And over 100,000 words? *whistles* That's impressive.
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Date: 2010-03-27 01:46 pm (UTC)*preens, then remembers Fred's word count and hides*
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Date: 2010-03-27 01:59 pm (UTC)shamelesslyadmire you! I'm fair certain I've not written 100,000 words of fiction in my life... well, possibly. But not one fandom/topic/theme/whatever. xD And certainly I'm nowhere near that for what I've posted on the web. ^^For the purposes of this
stroking of mucnhkin's egodiscussion we shall henceforth disregard my not-yet-2-decades of age. ;Dno subject
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Date: 2010-03-27 02:18 pm (UTC)ETA. And I rather doubt you're decrepit. Just, ah, time-worn. ;D
Euphemisms ftw!no subject
Date: 2010-03-27 02:33 pm (UTC)So if I can do it, you definitely have no excuse, what with being in your prime and all. *veg*
*lets the bassett hound off the leash and watches her ears flap in the breeze as she chases the pretty birdie*
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Date: 2010-03-27 02:36 pm (UTC)XD I thought the female prime was supposed to be 30, or something?
And rest assured, I can get quite creative with excuses...D: *moar panicking*
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Date: 2010-03-27 06:28 pm (UTC)I love chasing things, especially birds!
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Date: 2010-03-26 09:39 pm (UTC)*iz ded*
:D
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Date: 2010-05-02 11:11 am (UTC)I'm not sure it's the comment fic you were thinking of since this is much older than a month ago, but it's great nonetheless!
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