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fredbassettTitle: Comment!Porn, The Collector’s Edition, Volume 5, Ryan Having Fun
Fandom: Primeval
Authors: (in order of appearance) onigaminanashi, noxnoctisanima, rodlox, dopeydora_67, barefoot_starz, fredbassett, telperion_15, emmademarais
Pairings : Ryan/Undisclosed, Ryan/Helen, Ryan/Lester, Ryan/Connor
Rating: 18/NC17
Spoilers : Only to your morals
Disclaimer: We don’t own them, but if we did, the show wouldn’t air before the watershed.
Warning: Same as the last one, some are standalone smuts, some follow on from each other, ah, hell, you’re adults, work it out for yourselves!
Pairing: Ryan/Undisclosed & Ryan/Helen
(onigaminanashi)
People always assumed soldiers were cold in matters of love and sex. That was only partly true. They got just as hot as the next person, but the gun barrel trailing up the back of Ryan’s leg left goose bumps in its wake. The barrel slid between the soldier’s legs and behind his balls to slide up to the small of his back, sliding wetly through the lube from a previous fucking.
Ryan squirmed, muscles straining against the leather straps that held him spread eagle on the bed and tried to look over his shoulder at the figure kneeling between his thighs. “If you’ve gotten lube up the barrel of that gun-”
“Quiet Captain.” The words were punctuated with a sharp pinch, and Ryan jerked, arching against the leather.
"You've got more to worry about then whether I've got lube in your gun Captain. You should be more worried about whether or not I'm going fuck you with it and if I am, how hard it will be." The gun was traced across the back of his thighs before the hissing voice continued.
"But you'd probably like that, wouldn't you Captain. You'd like me to press your weapon into you, pull it out, press it in again, you'd probably enjoy it when it catches on your skin. You'd probably even enjoy it when you bleed."
Ryan just strained against his bonds and moaned into his pillow.
Pairing: Ryan/Helen
(rodlox)
Helen smiled, though she wasn't entirely sure why Ryan had wanted to enact this encounter in their bed.
Still, if her husband Ryan wanted to do this, it wasn't against her will.
Pairing: Ryan/Lester
(dopeydora_67)
"I'm going to give you a dozen strokes." Ryan picked up the paddle, and delivered a sound thwack across Lester's backside without any warning. Lester gasped - he was still sore from the spanking he'd received earlier that morning. The rest of the blows followed quickly, leaving a rosy warm glow in their wake.
(noxnoctisanima)
Lester pressed his face into the pillow, sometimes he hates himself for giving into the stereotype. The control freak who likes to be controlled.
But as Ryan's paddle falls, leaving a stinging warmth in his ass he really can't bring himself to care.
Pairing : Ryan/Connor
(barefoot_starz)
Connor about came in his pants when Ryan grinned down at him and pressed the lube and condom into his hands as he walked past. He blinked down at them, the sudden roaring in his ears having absolutely nothing to do with dinosaurs. No way… Connor stared at Ryan’s retreating arse, trying in vain to convince his rapidly overheating body that it should calm down.
Three hours and a rather embarrassing wank in the shower later, Connor found himself waiting outside of Ryan’s hotel room.
“Are you havin’ me on?” he cursed his choice words.
Ryan snickered at him, “I hope so.”
“That…” he scowled at the soldier, “Was terrible.”
“Connor. Get in here,” was all Ryan said before Connor was dragged unceremoniously inside and pushed up against the now-closed door.
Connor frowned, a little petulantly, waving the lube and condom he fished from his pocket, “Thought I was in charge tonight.”
Abruptly Connor found himself flipped, now on top, token-pinning Ryan to the door, “Better?”
Connor grinned, “Not quite,” and wormed a knee between Ryan legs, rocking it up against the hardness he found there while his hands worked busily at his belt.
Ryan wasn’t sure exactly how it happened. One minute he’s allowing Connor to mock-pin him to the door. The next he’s got his pants round his ankles, Connor’s tongue doing wicked things to his own, one of Connor’s hands tracing patterns up the underside of his cock and the other… Oh Jesus… He let out a strangled noise as Connor’s questing fingers, inside him, stroked over his prostate. He let out another noise, one he would not acknowledge as a whimper, when Connor pulled his fingers free and fisted one hand in his tac-vest, hauling him over to the bed.
“Hell!” Ryan all but fell onto the bed, losing his pants along the way.
Connor’s dark eyes glinted mischievously back at him when he finally got himself sorted, “Aww, Captain. I thought you loved me…”
Ryan tried to look intimidating, but it was hard, he mused, when one was flat on their back with their legs spread and trying not to beg, “I’ll love you when you fuck me?”
And damn it all, that wasn’t supposed to be a question…
Pairing: Ryan/Connor
(noxnoctisanima)
No Ryan doesn’t know how he made it through boot camp and Special Forces training, not to mention almost thirty years without having sex, please stop asking him.
Neither does he know how his first time came to be with Connor bloody Temple pressing him hard up against a tree, fingers hard inside him, pressed up close against his prostate, and god does that feel better when someone else does it.
Ryan decides not to think about how so much and concentrates more on not letting his legs collapse under him.
(noxnoctisanima)
Connor slid a hand down Ryan's back, the other man was holding onto a tree branch above him and Connor thought it just about the hottest thing he had ever seen.
Ryan was naked, pants kicked off beside his feet, legs spread and muscles of his back bunched as he held himself up with his arms. Oil glisened in two handprints where Connor had held Ryan after prepping him, it also dribbled a little down his thigh where Connor had been a little overzealous.
Connor's hands shook a little as he moved closer.
(fredbassett)
When the younger man progressed from fingers to cock (lubed with Ryan's own gun oil, for fuck's sake!), the soldier was suddenly very glad of the number of chin-pulls the instructors at
It was only the grip of his hands on the tree branch above his head that was keeping him on his feet. That, and the hard cock buried to the balls in his ass.
(telperion_15)
"Fuck,
"If you say so..."
Connor thrusts, achingly slowly, and Ryan fights the urge to push backwards. He want this to last. Hell, if it never ended he'd be perfectly happy to say here forever.
He had no idea this would feel so good. And there's not much he has no idea about. He can't help it - he moans deep in his throat.
A chuckle behind his shoulder, and suddenly Connor is slamming into him, and the mixture of pain and pleasure is almost more than he can take...
(noxnoctisanima)
Connor hasn't had sex with many people, and even less men but even he knows Ryan is tight.
The way he clenches around his cock is like nothing Connor has ever felt and he almost comes as he pushes in for the first time.
Ryan is jerky at first and Connor still wonders what amazing thing he did in a past life to warrant this.
Connor tries to keep a rhythm and he's pretty successful until Ryan groans, a deep rumbling sound that breaks any small control he had.
He's folding himself over Ryan, bracing himself against his shoulder as he presses in hard and fuck. Ryan goes almost rigid under him and Connor almost stops before he relaxes again and pushes back.
Connor thanks whatever God granted him this and pulls out before thrusting back in.
Pairing: Ryan/Connor
(noxnoctisanima)
Connor decided that the showers in ARC headquarters were the best thing ever invented.
He could have kissed the feet of whatever little bureaucratic rat had included it in the budget and that was before he found out the best feature. Shower sex.
It seems Ryan had taken an accidentally unlocked door as an invitation and even before Connor could turn completely around his fingers were running up Connor's chest, tweaking at a nipple before spreading all warm and strong along his shoulders.
How could he say no to that, especially when Ryan's next move was to turn him around and push him against the shower wall.
Connor gasped into the spray of water as Ryan lined up their cocks and trust against him.
Connor leant his head back against the tile with a thud and sent up his sincere thanks to whomever built these showers.
Pairing: Ryan/Connor
(onigaminanski)
Some people wrote music onto the air the way Connor wrote math and sketched inane conspiracy theories.
Most theories, though, didn’t involve tracing an anomaly- x- Ryan’s left nipple to the Permian era- y- the head of the soldier’s cock. Any divergence of the timeline could be explained in hard nips, tongue laving the red marks, pain only making him harder.
Wormhole physics was explained as Connor swallowed Ryan’s dick, thumbs pressing points of convergence into his hipbones.
And the timelines were explained- the circumstances that brought soldier and scientist together- through languid touches. Ryan couldn’t write the theory of evolution on Connor’s skin, but the abstract art he created would be enough.
(emmademarais)
"I didn't mean to get in the way! Really!" Connor stuttered, pressed up against the utilitarian bathroom wall.
"It's your fault I got slimed,
Ryan turned on the shower good and hot and stepped back to start stripping.
Connor's eyes took the long journey down Ryan's chiseled body then back up again.
He swallowed hard.
"Okay," he squeaked.