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fredbassettTitle : Two’s Not a Crowd
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fredbassett & lukadreaming
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 18
Characters : Ryan/Stephen/Blade
Disclaimer : Not ours (except Blade), no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Summary : Ryan gets the chance to do something he’s always fantasised about.
A/N : We’re still writing smut, go us! This follows Three’s Company, and is also for OCs and Soldiers Month on Primeval Denial.
Ryan opened one eye.
What the flying fuck was that odd thumping sound? He'd been dreaming about raptors - perhaps not surprising after the previous day's horrors. He shifted onto his side to check his watch and winced. Christ, his arse felt like the regimental rugby team had serviced it.
"Feeling a bit tender are you, boss?"
Ryan opened both eyes.
Blade was on the floor by the window, hammering through his press-ups routine. He barely sounded out of breath. And he clearly wasn't expecting a response to his question, as he stood up, peeled his top off and headed for the en-suite shower.
Stephen's side of the bed was empty, and from the smell creeping through from the kitchen, he was preparing their usual weekend treat of bacon sarnies. Ryan was bloody glad that they weren't on call until Monday - Stringer and his lads were more than welcome to the prehistoric freaks. And to Lester, for that matter.
Ryan lay back on the pillows and surveyed the cracks in the ceiling. Last night had been fucking amazing. And given Niall hadn't done a runner overnight, he suspected - and hoped - that there might be more on the cards.
Five minutes later, Blade sauntered out of the bathroom, rubbing a towel over his wet hair, wearing nakedness like Lester wore his snappy suits. And with a body like his, the young soldier had nothing to hide. All Ryan’s lads were as fit as butchers’ dogs. SF training ensured that, as did the long hours they all put into their personal fitness, and chasing dinosaurs for a living was a good way of keeping up to scratch. Blade’s body was all long, tanned lines sheathing impressive muscles, set off by narrow hips and strong shoulders. There was no body-builder’s bulk on him, and he moved with the lithe grace of a hunting cat. Seeing him completely naked, without any knives strapped anywhere was a rare sight, and one that was possibly even more intimate than last night’s mind-blowing sex.
Ryan watched as Blade carefully strapped on two thin-bladed throwing knives to each forearm in twin black sheathes. A larger knife went onto his right calf. Ryan knew that would later be joined by a smaller boot-knife on the other leg. If he was kitting-up for an op, there would be numerous others. What Ryan was seeing now was the bare minimum Blade considered acceptable for social, domestic and pleasure purposes. Even last night in bed he’d worn one leg sheath, although to Ryan’s surprise, he had dispensed with both arm-sheaths, contenting himself with slipping a set of knives under the pillow on his side of the bed. They’d let him take one of the outside spots, knowing that he would instinctively feel uneasy hemmed in the middle of the bed, whereas Ryan has been quite happy sleeping between the two gorgeous blokes who’d fucked his brains out the night before.
“A bit,” Ryan said, answering the question Blade had asked before going into the shower.
The dark eyebrows quirked upwards.
“You asked if I was feeling tender. Doesn’t mean I’m not up for another round, though.”
Blade grinned. “Good, because we’ve got unfinished business.” He pulled on a pair of plain black running shorts, cutting off Ryan’s view of the dark happy trail than ran from his chest down to his groin.
Ryan’s cock was already hard enough to knock holes in wood. He needed a piss but he wasn’t going to manage one unless he could do something about his hard-on. He chucked the duvet off and scooted over to the side of the bed.
Blade eyed him speculatively. “Need a hand with that, boss?”
Ryan’s cock twitched and he could feel the anticipation building inside him. “Well, it’s mainly your fault I’m standing to attention.”
“Stephen! The boss needs a piss, but he’s got too much of a boner!”
“You’re got two minutes before this lot’s done, so you’d better be quick!” Stephen called back.
Blade grinned wolfishly. "What they call an appetiser, I believe ..."
He knelt on the floor between Ryan’s legs and flicked the tip of his cock with his tongue. Ryan swallowed hard and tried not to stare at the sizeable bulge in Blade's shorts. He was looking forward to the challenge later of getting as much of it into his mouth as he could.
"Next door's brat could swing from this, boss." Niall's dark head bent over Ryan's cock and a warm tongue licked a stripe up its length, toying with the tip. And then it disappeared into his mouth.
Ryan leaned back, eyes closed, weight supported on his arms. Fuck, Blade's fingers were toying with his balls as well. He wasn't going to last any time at all at this rate. And shit, there was just a hint of teeth as the soldier deep-throated him seemingly effortlessly. An undignified squawk escaped his lips as his cock twitched and emptied into Blade's mouth.
Blade sat back on his heels, licking his lips smugly. "Bit of a hair-trigger there, boss. I'm gonna expect you to swallow the lot when my cock goes into your mouth later. Mind you, I intend to last a bit longer than that. Your mouth's just made for fucking."
Stephen barged in, dressed in nothing more than a teeshirt and a pair of boxers, a loaded tray in his hands. Ryan was grateful for the interruption. He suspected that Blade could talk dirty all day in that low, even voice, and he really did need a piss.
"That didn't last long," said Stephen, dishing out bacon sarnies and mugs of strong tea.
“Blame him,” Ryan said, as he headed into the bathroom. “Looks like a fucking wet dream off the front of a survivalist wank mag and sucks cock like a pro.”
Alone in the bathroom, Ryan was glad to empty his bladder before his cock started to perk up again. He’d known from the first moment he’d set eyes on Stephen Hart that the bloke was his type: tall, dark, sexy as fuck and competent with a variety of weapons. Niall Richards ticked all the same boxes. Both men were reserved to the point of taciturn at times, but were equally capable of opening up and letting someone else in. Last night, he’d seen that from both men and it had been a hell of a turn-on.
He shook himself off, washed his hands and jostled for position on the bed, grabbing one of the bacon butties before they got polished off at speed. They ate in companionable silence and drained their tea mugs.
Stephen got rid of the empties and then hauled his teeshirt over his head, leaving his hair standing up in surprised spikes, and tossed it accurately into the washing basket. He pushed his boxer shorts down and stepped out of them, revealing an already half-hard cock. Seeing the direction of Ryan’s gaze, Stephen just grinned. “Watching you eat a bacon butties turns me on, so sue me.”
Ryan rolled his eyes. “Hart, when you’re in a randy mood, watching me clean my fucking teeth turns you on.”
“You don’t normally mind being shagged in the bathroom.”
“I didn’t say I minded being shagged in the bathroom but a) I was trying to get ready for work and b) you made me spit toothpaste all over the sodding mirror.”
“Not my fault you’re not good at coming quietly.”
“I had a mouthful of toothpaste, what did you expect me to do with it?”
“I keep telling you, swallow, not spit.”
“Sod it, I just missed a trick,” Blade said, mischief dancing in his green eyes.
Ryan raised his eyebrows.
“Should have fucked you while you were trying to pee, boss.”
Ryan’s eyebrows met his hairline at speed. “You’re not fucking joking, are you? Fucking and pissing, what could possibly go wrong?”
Blade shrugged. “Vinyl floor, boss. Consequences wouldn’t have been that bad if you’d had a misfire.”
“I like the boy’s sense of priorities,” Stephen said. “Hold that thought, soldier boys. But for now, I fancy another kind of sandwich…” He lightly slapped Ryan’s arm. “On your knees at the end of the bed. The state your arse’s in, we’re going to have to take this slow and easy, so you’re getting gentle today, sweetie, whether you want it or not. You can prove to Niall you can still get off that way.” Stephen treated Blade to a lingeringly appraising look. “Let’s play to a few more fantasies, shall we? More knives, I think.”
Blade grinned. “More knives I can do.”
Two minutes later, he had slipped into a black webbing chest harness holding four perfectly matched throwing knives and strapped a Fairbairn Sykes combat knife into a thigh sheath. Ryan knew perfectly well that there were several more still to be deployed, but Blade had made a good start. He looked fucking amazing. Ryan wasn’t a fan of excess bodily hair, and Blade well stayed on the right side of that divide for his tastes, And all that black webbing against the dark hair on Blade’s tanned body had just gone straight to his cock. He licked his lips and slid off the bed onto his knees.
“Niall, sit on the edge of the bed,” Stephen instructed, sounding like a director in a porno flick. “Let Ryan take this at his own pace. You’ll fucking gag him with that dick of yours if you’re not careful. So no shoving in unless he wants it, OK?”
“You’re in charge,” Blade said casually, getting into position and spreading his thighs to let Ryan settle between them. His cock was standing straight up from the nest of dark curls, thick and straight, the pink head just showing through the taut foreskin.
Ryan was going to enjoy stripping that back …
Stephen reached for the battered tube of lubricant and squirted a generous amount into the palm of his hand.
Ryan raised an eyebrow. "I'm honoured. We've clearly run out of gun oil ..."
"Ho ho! You'll be at the end of the pier every night this week."
Stephen applied a load of the lube to his cock. A wet forefinger then toyed with Ryan's hole, pressing ever so gently inside. Ryan bit his lip - Christ, he really was tender from last night's fucking.
"You OK, soldier boy?"
"Yeah ..."
"Liar," said Stephen without heat. "You took a right pounding from Niall last night and your hole's still red and swollen. We'll take this steady, so no macho man requests for sticking it straight in."
"Nothing straight about us, lover boy."
"You said it. Now, how about putting your mouth to good use and taking care of Niall."
Ryan wriggled as Stephen's finger inched in further. He leaned forward and tongued the tip of Blade's cock. Fuck, it really was a monster. Blade's green eyes were fixed on him, and he was twisting one of his smaller knives around in his hands. Ryan followed its progress and Blade's cock fell away from his lips.
Blade tugged gently at Ryan's ears. "Pay attention, boss. We'll have some fun with the knives later. You can have a think about what you fancy. If it was up to me, I'd have the handle of one of the big 'uns up your arse like a shot. That'd concentrate your mind."
Ryan shuddered. Blade's unpredictability gave a whole new dimension to proceedings. He turned his attention back to the now erect cock, which was threatening to take his eye out. He cautiously worked his mouth up and down the first few inches, wrapping his fingers around the base. Not that that was going to help much when it came to swallowing more of it.
Blade cuffed him gently around the head. "Oi, no teeth!"
Ryan mumbled an apology around the bulk, which by now was about a third of the way in and stretching his mouth beyond what was comfortable.
"Yeah, looking good, boss. Just wait till I stuff the rest in ..."
Stephen laughed, adding a second finger to the first. "In your dreams, mister! He's got no chance of getting more than half that monster down his throat."
"Want a bet?"
Ryan pulled back. “Oi, remember who’s in charge today!”
He felt a light slap on his arse. “Bossy bottom, that’s what you are, mate.”
Ryan flicked the tip of his tongue over a bead of pre-come that had appeared on Blade’s cock, tasting the salty fluid. He put up a hand and pulled the tight foreskin back to fully expose the engorged head, working Blade’s cock gently but insistently with his fingers, enjoying the feel of the silky-smooth skin sheathing the hard shaft. He slid his other hand up the inside of Blade’s left thigh, ruffling the light coating of dark hair and touching the straps holding the combat knife in place.
“You’d look good like this as a full page spread on the cover of Soldier.”
“With you sucking my cock? Would have been better than last month’s bag o’ wank feature on fucking poetry.”
“Poetry?” Stephen’s voice went up half an octave in surprise.
“Poetry.” Blade’s tone radiated disgust. “Finn was reading it in the breakroom.”
Ryan winced. “I’ve seen some of Finn’s poetry in the bogs in the Black Swan. It won’t win any prizes.” Before Blade had time to grumble about the lack of cock-sucking, Ryan tongued his slit and was rewarded by a slight hiss of indrawn breath. “Like that, do you?”
“Yeah …” The one word answer was quietly spoken, and Ryan got the impression that Blade wasn’t used to be being asked what he liked in bed.
The young soldier was a closed book, even to most of his squad mates and Ryan couldn’t ever remember seeing Blade cop off with anyone, but he was certainly no virgin between the sheets. Just one more contradiction in the knife-wrapped mystery that was Niall Richards.
Ryan ran his tongue gently along the pink slit, timing the movements to coincide with the gentle way Stephen was sliding two fingers in and out of Ryan’s tender hole, occasionally withdrawing them to stroke some more cool lube around both inside and in. When he next felt the tips of Stephen’s fingers probing the tight ring of muscle, Ryan pushed back, taking Stephen’s fingers inside and setting his own pace for a change, rocking backwards and forwards as he circled the head of Blade’s cock with his tongue and lapped at the slip. There was no way he could cope with Blade’s whole cock in his mouth for long, not without dislocating his sodding jaw, so he was going to need to get him as close to the edge as possible and keep him there for a while.
One of Stephen’s hands was rubbing slow circles on Ryan’s back, finding any knots in the muscles and working them loose. Stephen was a bloody genius at combining fucking and massage.
“Think you can come without either of us touching your cock, soldier boy?” Stephen asked, his fingers now gently tracing their way down Ryan’s spine.
“Yes, if you get your dick inside me.”
Stephen laughed, the sound running like a whisper of silk over Ryan’s skin. “Can you take it?”
“Of course, I can fucking take it.”
“It’s your arse …”
“Certainly is.” Ryan pushed back, taking Stephen’s fingers to the knuckle.
Stephen twisted his hand and brushed his fingertips over Ryan’s prostate. Sparks danced along his nerve endings and down his cock. Christ, that felt so fucking good. He pushed back again, and Stephen rewarded him with another light touch inside, right where it mattered most.
“Let’s see how much you can handle.” The probing fingers withdrew and a moment later, Ryan felt the blunt head of Stephen’s cock at his opening. It was well-lubed, and so was Ryan’s arse, but he knew it was still going to hurt going in. A tiny part of his brain told him to stop behaving like a macho idiot, but that small sliver of sanity was overridden by an even larger dose of desire. He wanted Stephen’s long cock buried inside him, no matter how much it hurt. Ryan knew he was hard-wired to like his pleasure with a side-order of pain and it was that sharp edge that lent an added dimension to his relationship with Stephen. They both knew how to deliver what the other needed, while still making sure their games didn’t go too far and cause real damage.
Stephen’s hands steadied his hips, preventing him doing his usual trick of just shoving back and burying Stephen balls-deep in his tight channel. He was going to have to be a bit more circumspect this time, and that wouldn’t make things easy. Stephen pushed gently but insistently, opening Ryan up slowly, backing off if he felt Ryan’s muscles tightening up too much.
Concentrating on Blade’s cock when his arse felt like it was being split open wasn’t easy, and Blade obviously knew and understood. Two strong, gun-callused hands ran over Ryan’s shoulders and down his back, and Blade stayed perfectly still, taking whatever attention Ryan could spare him, which at the moment was limited to Ryan tonging his slit, but that seemed to be enough. Blade stayed rock-hard and the beads of pre-come kept appearing.
Ryan drew in a long, slow breath and pushed back slowly as Stephen carefully breached him. The in-drawn breath turned into a hiss as the stretch and burn intensified almost to the point of pain, but then his arse yielded to the intrusion and Stephen was inside him.
“Fucking hell, that was hot …” Stephen’s voice was quiet and controlled, like his movements. “Seeing your arse stretched around my cock makes me want to fuck you senseless, soldier boy …”
“Do it …” Ryan breathed.
“No fucking chance. Ditz would kick my arse into the middle of next week if he got wind of that, and he would if you couldn’t sit down or walk straight for the next month. Sorry, sweetie, this one’s staying slow and steady. Now concentrate on Niall for a minute and leave me in charge of this end, so to speak.”
Ryan huffed a warm laugh over Blade’s cock. “OK, let’s see what I can manage. Has anyone ever told you you’re hung like a fucking horse?”
“It has been mentioned a couple of times, boss.”
Ryan licked a long stripe along the underside of Blade's cock. It was jutting out from his toned body and looked fucking amazing. Ryan was going to take it as a personal challenge to get as much of it down his throat as he could. He stroked his hands up and down Blade's thighs and took the first couple of inches of the rock-hard cock into his mouth, gently moving his mouth up and down the shaft. Blade's hands locked around the back of his head, allowing Ryan to set the pace but ensuring the cock stayed in his mouth. Ryan concentrated on breathing through his nose and engulfing a little more of the monster. Fuck, it really was a jaw-breaker. Ryan shuddered at the memory of it fucking the hell out of his arse last night, and tensed around Stephen’s shaft.
Behind him, Stephen laughed, long fingers tracing across his arse and pulling his buttocks apart to give his cock even deeper access. "You're doing something right, soldier boy. I think Niall approves ..."
"Too fucking right I do!"
Ryan swallowed another inch or so, aware of a growing ache in his jaw. He sensed that Blade was barely managing to keep his cool. Ryan ran his hands over the powerful buttocks, slipping his hand under Blade’s arse so his fingertip could tease the tight opening. There was a grunt of surprise from Blade and his body jerked, lifting off the bed to give Ryan greater access, which pushed more of his cock into Ryan's mouth, causing him to gag.
"Hey, steady ..." Stephen's fingers caressed his spine. "You've got nothing to prove, soldier boy."
Want to bet? was Ryan's immediate thought. Deep-throating Blade might be a step too far, but he could give him a blowjob to remember. He let his head drop back slightly, and his eyes met Blade's.
The young soldier reached down and traced a long forefinger around Ryan's over-stuffed mouth. "You look fucking amazing, boss. And I knew you'd be able to suck cock like a pro. You've got two-thirds of my bloody cock down your throat."
Ryan anchored his hands on Blade's hips and let the cock fuck his mouth. Stephen, his hands on Ryan's shoulders, set up a gentle, smooth rhythm, his cock gliding in deep and then withdrawing till just the tip was encased between Ryan's buttocks. Ryan moaned around the bulk stuffing his mouth. Fuck, this was heaven. If heaven consisted of being shagged from both ends at once …
Stephen’s well-lubed cock slid inside him in one long, slow stroke and he stayed still, buried balls deep, allowing Ryan to concentrate on taking Blade to the brink and holding him there, using every trick in his considerable armoury to give him a blowjob to remember. He pressed his tongue to the underside of Blade’s cock and sucked, hollowing his cheeks.
Blade tensed. “Gonna come, boss …” The words were low, urgent but also questioning, as though Blade was asking permission to come in Ryan’s mouth. If his mouth hadn’t been stuffed full of cock, he would have laughed. Even with his cock down Ryan’s throat, Blade was acknowledging who was calling the shots.
Ryan took one hand off Blade’s hips and gave a thumbs-up sign.
Blade groaned, his muscles tensing as his cock pulsed in Ryan’s mouth, flooding it with thick come. Ryan pulled back slightly so he could swallow more easily, then his senses shorted out as Stephen drove into him, the length of his cock rubbing hard against Ryan’s prostate, skirting the pleasure-pain divide with an intensity that set off a chain reaction in his body, heat pooling in his belly and ripping through his cock in a mind-blowing climax that left him not knowing which way was up, let alone what the fuck he was doing or what was being done to him.
Strong hands held him in place as his arse spasmed around Stephen’s cock and his mouth sucked the last drops of salty come out of Blade’s dick. He finally drew back at the same time as Stephen’s cock slipped out of his over-sensitised body, and he was dimly aware of Stephen leaning over him to capture Blade’s mouth in a heated kiss, while Ryan rested his head on Blade’s thigh. He watched their mouths working together, as Blade allowed Stephen to direct the kiss. When they finally parted, with an effort, Ryan straightened up, offering his mouth to Stephen, sharing the taste of Blade’s come with him, then he turned and captured Blade’s lips, doing the same. Blade’s tongue met his, then drew back and allowed Ryan to deepen his kiss, while Stephen wrapped his arms around them both and nuzzled the back of Ryan’s neck, sending delicious shivers chasing the small after-shocks of orgasm through his body.
It had been fucking amazing, and they still had a whole day to themselves.
Somehow Ryan didn’t think it was going to be hard to persuade Blade to stay a while longer.
Author :
fredbassett & lukadreamingFandom : Primeval
Rating : 18
Characters : Ryan/Stephen/Blade
Disclaimer : Not ours (except Blade), no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Summary : Ryan gets the chance to do something he’s always fantasised about.
A/N : We’re still writing smut, go us! This follows Three’s Company, and is also for OCs and Soldiers Month on Primeval Denial.
Ryan opened one eye.
What the flying fuck was that odd thumping sound? He'd been dreaming about raptors - perhaps not surprising after the previous day's horrors. He shifted onto his side to check his watch and winced. Christ, his arse felt like the regimental rugby team had serviced it.
"Feeling a bit tender are you, boss?"
Ryan opened both eyes.
Blade was on the floor by the window, hammering through his press-ups routine. He barely sounded out of breath. And he clearly wasn't expecting a response to his question, as he stood up, peeled his top off and headed for the en-suite shower.
Stephen's side of the bed was empty, and from the smell creeping through from the kitchen, he was preparing their usual weekend treat of bacon sarnies. Ryan was bloody glad that they weren't on call until Monday - Stringer and his lads were more than welcome to the prehistoric freaks. And to Lester, for that matter.
Ryan lay back on the pillows and surveyed the cracks in the ceiling. Last night had been fucking amazing. And given Niall hadn't done a runner overnight, he suspected - and hoped - that there might be more on the cards.
Five minutes later, Blade sauntered out of the bathroom, rubbing a towel over his wet hair, wearing nakedness like Lester wore his snappy suits. And with a body like his, the young soldier had nothing to hide. All Ryan’s lads were as fit as butchers’ dogs. SF training ensured that, as did the long hours they all put into their personal fitness, and chasing dinosaurs for a living was a good way of keeping up to scratch. Blade’s body was all long, tanned lines sheathing impressive muscles, set off by narrow hips and strong shoulders. There was no body-builder’s bulk on him, and he moved with the lithe grace of a hunting cat. Seeing him completely naked, without any knives strapped anywhere was a rare sight, and one that was possibly even more intimate than last night’s mind-blowing sex.
Ryan watched as Blade carefully strapped on two thin-bladed throwing knives to each forearm in twin black sheathes. A larger knife went onto his right calf. Ryan knew that would later be joined by a smaller boot-knife on the other leg. If he was kitting-up for an op, there would be numerous others. What Ryan was seeing now was the bare minimum Blade considered acceptable for social, domestic and pleasure purposes. Even last night in bed he’d worn one leg sheath, although to Ryan’s surprise, he had dispensed with both arm-sheaths, contenting himself with slipping a set of knives under the pillow on his side of the bed. They’d let him take one of the outside spots, knowing that he would instinctively feel uneasy hemmed in the middle of the bed, whereas Ryan has been quite happy sleeping between the two gorgeous blokes who’d fucked his brains out the night before.
“A bit,” Ryan said, answering the question Blade had asked before going into the shower.
The dark eyebrows quirked upwards.
“You asked if I was feeling tender. Doesn’t mean I’m not up for another round, though.”
Blade grinned. “Good, because we’ve got unfinished business.” He pulled on a pair of plain black running shorts, cutting off Ryan’s view of the dark happy trail than ran from his chest down to his groin.
Ryan’s cock was already hard enough to knock holes in wood. He needed a piss but he wasn’t going to manage one unless he could do something about his hard-on. He chucked the duvet off and scooted over to the side of the bed.
Blade eyed him speculatively. “Need a hand with that, boss?”
Ryan’s cock twitched and he could feel the anticipation building inside him. “Well, it’s mainly your fault I’m standing to attention.”
“Stephen! The boss needs a piss, but he’s got too much of a boner!”
“You’re got two minutes before this lot’s done, so you’d better be quick!” Stephen called back.
Blade grinned wolfishly. "What they call an appetiser, I believe ..."
He knelt on the floor between Ryan’s legs and flicked the tip of his cock with his tongue. Ryan swallowed hard and tried not to stare at the sizeable bulge in Blade's shorts. He was looking forward to the challenge later of getting as much of it into his mouth as he could.
"Next door's brat could swing from this, boss." Niall's dark head bent over Ryan's cock and a warm tongue licked a stripe up its length, toying with the tip. And then it disappeared into his mouth.
Ryan leaned back, eyes closed, weight supported on his arms. Fuck, Blade's fingers were toying with his balls as well. He wasn't going to last any time at all at this rate. And shit, there was just a hint of teeth as the soldier deep-throated him seemingly effortlessly. An undignified squawk escaped his lips as his cock twitched and emptied into Blade's mouth.
Blade sat back on his heels, licking his lips smugly. "Bit of a hair-trigger there, boss. I'm gonna expect you to swallow the lot when my cock goes into your mouth later. Mind you, I intend to last a bit longer than that. Your mouth's just made for fucking."
Stephen barged in, dressed in nothing more than a teeshirt and a pair of boxers, a loaded tray in his hands. Ryan was grateful for the interruption. He suspected that Blade could talk dirty all day in that low, even voice, and he really did need a piss.
"That didn't last long," said Stephen, dishing out bacon sarnies and mugs of strong tea.
“Blame him,” Ryan said, as he headed into the bathroom. “Looks like a fucking wet dream off the front of a survivalist wank mag and sucks cock like a pro.”
Alone in the bathroom, Ryan was glad to empty his bladder before his cock started to perk up again. He’d known from the first moment he’d set eyes on Stephen Hart that the bloke was his type: tall, dark, sexy as fuck and competent with a variety of weapons. Niall Richards ticked all the same boxes. Both men were reserved to the point of taciturn at times, but were equally capable of opening up and letting someone else in. Last night, he’d seen that from both men and it had been a hell of a turn-on.
He shook himself off, washed his hands and jostled for position on the bed, grabbing one of the bacon butties before they got polished off at speed. They ate in companionable silence and drained their tea mugs.
Stephen got rid of the empties and then hauled his teeshirt over his head, leaving his hair standing up in surprised spikes, and tossed it accurately into the washing basket. He pushed his boxer shorts down and stepped out of them, revealing an already half-hard cock. Seeing the direction of Ryan’s gaze, Stephen just grinned. “Watching you eat a bacon butties turns me on, so sue me.”
Ryan rolled his eyes. “Hart, when you’re in a randy mood, watching me clean my fucking teeth turns you on.”
“You don’t normally mind being shagged in the bathroom.”
“I didn’t say I minded being shagged in the bathroom but a) I was trying to get ready for work and b) you made me spit toothpaste all over the sodding mirror.”
“Not my fault you’re not good at coming quietly.”
“I had a mouthful of toothpaste, what did you expect me to do with it?”
“I keep telling you, swallow, not spit.”
“Sod it, I just missed a trick,” Blade said, mischief dancing in his green eyes.
Ryan raised his eyebrows.
“Should have fucked you while you were trying to pee, boss.”
Ryan’s eyebrows met his hairline at speed. “You’re not fucking joking, are you? Fucking and pissing, what could possibly go wrong?”
Blade shrugged. “Vinyl floor, boss. Consequences wouldn’t have been that bad if you’d had a misfire.”
“I like the boy’s sense of priorities,” Stephen said. “Hold that thought, soldier boys. But for now, I fancy another kind of sandwich…” He lightly slapped Ryan’s arm. “On your knees at the end of the bed. The state your arse’s in, we’re going to have to take this slow and easy, so you’re getting gentle today, sweetie, whether you want it or not. You can prove to Niall you can still get off that way.” Stephen treated Blade to a lingeringly appraising look. “Let’s play to a few more fantasies, shall we? More knives, I think.”
Blade grinned. “More knives I can do.”
Two minutes later, he had slipped into a black webbing chest harness holding four perfectly matched throwing knives and strapped a Fairbairn Sykes combat knife into a thigh sheath. Ryan knew perfectly well that there were several more still to be deployed, but Blade had made a good start. He looked fucking amazing. Ryan wasn’t a fan of excess bodily hair, and Blade well stayed on the right side of that divide for his tastes, And all that black webbing against the dark hair on Blade’s tanned body had just gone straight to his cock. He licked his lips and slid off the bed onto his knees.
“Niall, sit on the edge of the bed,” Stephen instructed, sounding like a director in a porno flick. “Let Ryan take this at his own pace. You’ll fucking gag him with that dick of yours if you’re not careful. So no shoving in unless he wants it, OK?”
“You’re in charge,” Blade said casually, getting into position and spreading his thighs to let Ryan settle between them. His cock was standing straight up from the nest of dark curls, thick and straight, the pink head just showing through the taut foreskin.
Ryan was going to enjoy stripping that back …
Stephen reached for the battered tube of lubricant and squirted a generous amount into the palm of his hand.
Ryan raised an eyebrow. "I'm honoured. We've clearly run out of gun oil ..."
"Ho ho! You'll be at the end of the pier every night this week."
Stephen applied a load of the lube to his cock. A wet forefinger then toyed with Ryan's hole, pressing ever so gently inside. Ryan bit his lip - Christ, he really was tender from last night's fucking.
"You OK, soldier boy?"
"Yeah ..."
"Liar," said Stephen without heat. "You took a right pounding from Niall last night and your hole's still red and swollen. We'll take this steady, so no macho man requests for sticking it straight in."
"Nothing straight about us, lover boy."
"You said it. Now, how about putting your mouth to good use and taking care of Niall."
Ryan wriggled as Stephen's finger inched in further. He leaned forward and tongued the tip of Blade's cock. Fuck, it really was a monster. Blade's green eyes were fixed on him, and he was twisting one of his smaller knives around in his hands. Ryan followed its progress and Blade's cock fell away from his lips.
Blade tugged gently at Ryan's ears. "Pay attention, boss. We'll have some fun with the knives later. You can have a think about what you fancy. If it was up to me, I'd have the handle of one of the big 'uns up your arse like a shot. That'd concentrate your mind."
Ryan shuddered. Blade's unpredictability gave a whole new dimension to proceedings. He turned his attention back to the now erect cock, which was threatening to take his eye out. He cautiously worked his mouth up and down the first few inches, wrapping his fingers around the base. Not that that was going to help much when it came to swallowing more of it.
Blade cuffed him gently around the head. "Oi, no teeth!"
Ryan mumbled an apology around the bulk, which by now was about a third of the way in and stretching his mouth beyond what was comfortable.
"Yeah, looking good, boss. Just wait till I stuff the rest in ..."
Stephen laughed, adding a second finger to the first. "In your dreams, mister! He's got no chance of getting more than half that monster down his throat."
"Want a bet?"
Ryan pulled back. “Oi, remember who’s in charge today!”
He felt a light slap on his arse. “Bossy bottom, that’s what you are, mate.”
Ryan flicked the tip of his tongue over a bead of pre-come that had appeared on Blade’s cock, tasting the salty fluid. He put up a hand and pulled the tight foreskin back to fully expose the engorged head, working Blade’s cock gently but insistently with his fingers, enjoying the feel of the silky-smooth skin sheathing the hard shaft. He slid his other hand up the inside of Blade’s left thigh, ruffling the light coating of dark hair and touching the straps holding the combat knife in place.
“You’d look good like this as a full page spread on the cover of Soldier.”
“With you sucking my cock? Would have been better than last month’s bag o’ wank feature on fucking poetry.”
“Poetry?” Stephen’s voice went up half an octave in surprise.
“Poetry.” Blade’s tone radiated disgust. “Finn was reading it in the breakroom.”
Ryan winced. “I’ve seen some of Finn’s poetry in the bogs in the Black Swan. It won’t win any prizes.” Before Blade had time to grumble about the lack of cock-sucking, Ryan tongued his slit and was rewarded by a slight hiss of indrawn breath. “Like that, do you?”
“Yeah …” The one word answer was quietly spoken, and Ryan got the impression that Blade wasn’t used to be being asked what he liked in bed.
The young soldier was a closed book, even to most of his squad mates and Ryan couldn’t ever remember seeing Blade cop off with anyone, but he was certainly no virgin between the sheets. Just one more contradiction in the knife-wrapped mystery that was Niall Richards.
Ryan ran his tongue gently along the pink slit, timing the movements to coincide with the gentle way Stephen was sliding two fingers in and out of Ryan’s tender hole, occasionally withdrawing them to stroke some more cool lube around both inside and in. When he next felt the tips of Stephen’s fingers probing the tight ring of muscle, Ryan pushed back, taking Stephen’s fingers inside and setting his own pace for a change, rocking backwards and forwards as he circled the head of Blade’s cock with his tongue and lapped at the slip. There was no way he could cope with Blade’s whole cock in his mouth for long, not without dislocating his sodding jaw, so he was going to need to get him as close to the edge as possible and keep him there for a while.
One of Stephen’s hands was rubbing slow circles on Ryan’s back, finding any knots in the muscles and working them loose. Stephen was a bloody genius at combining fucking and massage.
“Think you can come without either of us touching your cock, soldier boy?” Stephen asked, his fingers now gently tracing their way down Ryan’s spine.
“Yes, if you get your dick inside me.”
Stephen laughed, the sound running like a whisper of silk over Ryan’s skin. “Can you take it?”
“Of course, I can fucking take it.”
“It’s your arse …”
“Certainly is.” Ryan pushed back, taking Stephen’s fingers to the knuckle.
Stephen twisted his hand and brushed his fingertips over Ryan’s prostate. Sparks danced along his nerve endings and down his cock. Christ, that felt so fucking good. He pushed back again, and Stephen rewarded him with another light touch inside, right where it mattered most.
“Let’s see how much you can handle.” The probing fingers withdrew and a moment later, Ryan felt the blunt head of Stephen’s cock at his opening. It was well-lubed, and so was Ryan’s arse, but he knew it was still going to hurt going in. A tiny part of his brain told him to stop behaving like a macho idiot, but that small sliver of sanity was overridden by an even larger dose of desire. He wanted Stephen’s long cock buried inside him, no matter how much it hurt. Ryan knew he was hard-wired to like his pleasure with a side-order of pain and it was that sharp edge that lent an added dimension to his relationship with Stephen. They both knew how to deliver what the other needed, while still making sure their games didn’t go too far and cause real damage.
Stephen’s hands steadied his hips, preventing him doing his usual trick of just shoving back and burying Stephen balls-deep in his tight channel. He was going to have to be a bit more circumspect this time, and that wouldn’t make things easy. Stephen pushed gently but insistently, opening Ryan up slowly, backing off if he felt Ryan’s muscles tightening up too much.
Concentrating on Blade’s cock when his arse felt like it was being split open wasn’t easy, and Blade obviously knew and understood. Two strong, gun-callused hands ran over Ryan’s shoulders and down his back, and Blade stayed perfectly still, taking whatever attention Ryan could spare him, which at the moment was limited to Ryan tonging his slit, but that seemed to be enough. Blade stayed rock-hard and the beads of pre-come kept appearing.
Ryan drew in a long, slow breath and pushed back slowly as Stephen carefully breached him. The in-drawn breath turned into a hiss as the stretch and burn intensified almost to the point of pain, but then his arse yielded to the intrusion and Stephen was inside him.
“Fucking hell, that was hot …” Stephen’s voice was quiet and controlled, like his movements. “Seeing your arse stretched around my cock makes me want to fuck you senseless, soldier boy …”
“Do it …” Ryan breathed.
“No fucking chance. Ditz would kick my arse into the middle of next week if he got wind of that, and he would if you couldn’t sit down or walk straight for the next month. Sorry, sweetie, this one’s staying slow and steady. Now concentrate on Niall for a minute and leave me in charge of this end, so to speak.”
Ryan huffed a warm laugh over Blade’s cock. “OK, let’s see what I can manage. Has anyone ever told you you’re hung like a fucking horse?”
“It has been mentioned a couple of times, boss.”
Ryan licked a long stripe along the underside of Blade's cock. It was jutting out from his toned body and looked fucking amazing. Ryan was going to take it as a personal challenge to get as much of it down his throat as he could. He stroked his hands up and down Blade's thighs and took the first couple of inches of the rock-hard cock into his mouth, gently moving his mouth up and down the shaft. Blade's hands locked around the back of his head, allowing Ryan to set the pace but ensuring the cock stayed in his mouth. Ryan concentrated on breathing through his nose and engulfing a little more of the monster. Fuck, it really was a jaw-breaker. Ryan shuddered at the memory of it fucking the hell out of his arse last night, and tensed around Stephen’s shaft.
Behind him, Stephen laughed, long fingers tracing across his arse and pulling his buttocks apart to give his cock even deeper access. "You're doing something right, soldier boy. I think Niall approves ..."
"Too fucking right I do!"
Ryan swallowed another inch or so, aware of a growing ache in his jaw. He sensed that Blade was barely managing to keep his cool. Ryan ran his hands over the powerful buttocks, slipping his hand under Blade’s arse so his fingertip could tease the tight opening. There was a grunt of surprise from Blade and his body jerked, lifting off the bed to give Ryan greater access, which pushed more of his cock into Ryan's mouth, causing him to gag.
"Hey, steady ..." Stephen's fingers caressed his spine. "You've got nothing to prove, soldier boy."
Want to bet? was Ryan's immediate thought. Deep-throating Blade might be a step too far, but he could give him a blowjob to remember. He let his head drop back slightly, and his eyes met Blade's.
The young soldier reached down and traced a long forefinger around Ryan's over-stuffed mouth. "You look fucking amazing, boss. And I knew you'd be able to suck cock like a pro. You've got two-thirds of my bloody cock down your throat."
Ryan anchored his hands on Blade's hips and let the cock fuck his mouth. Stephen, his hands on Ryan's shoulders, set up a gentle, smooth rhythm, his cock gliding in deep and then withdrawing till just the tip was encased between Ryan's buttocks. Ryan moaned around the bulk stuffing his mouth. Fuck, this was heaven. If heaven consisted of being shagged from both ends at once …
Stephen’s well-lubed cock slid inside him in one long, slow stroke and he stayed still, buried balls deep, allowing Ryan to concentrate on taking Blade to the brink and holding him there, using every trick in his considerable armoury to give him a blowjob to remember. He pressed his tongue to the underside of Blade’s cock and sucked, hollowing his cheeks.
Blade tensed. “Gonna come, boss …” The words were low, urgent but also questioning, as though Blade was asking permission to come in Ryan’s mouth. If his mouth hadn’t been stuffed full of cock, he would have laughed. Even with his cock down Ryan’s throat, Blade was acknowledging who was calling the shots.
Ryan took one hand off Blade’s hips and gave a thumbs-up sign.
Blade groaned, his muscles tensing as his cock pulsed in Ryan’s mouth, flooding it with thick come. Ryan pulled back slightly so he could swallow more easily, then his senses shorted out as Stephen drove into him, the length of his cock rubbing hard against Ryan’s prostate, skirting the pleasure-pain divide with an intensity that set off a chain reaction in his body, heat pooling in his belly and ripping through his cock in a mind-blowing climax that left him not knowing which way was up, let alone what the fuck he was doing or what was being done to him.
Strong hands held him in place as his arse spasmed around Stephen’s cock and his mouth sucked the last drops of salty come out of Blade’s dick. He finally drew back at the same time as Stephen’s cock slipped out of his over-sensitised body, and he was dimly aware of Stephen leaning over him to capture Blade’s mouth in a heated kiss, while Ryan rested his head on Blade’s thigh. He watched their mouths working together, as Blade allowed Stephen to direct the kiss. When they finally parted, with an effort, Ryan straightened up, offering his mouth to Stephen, sharing the taste of Blade’s come with him, then he turned and captured Blade’s lips, doing the same. Blade’s tongue met his, then drew back and allowed Ryan to deepen his kiss, while Stephen wrapped his arms around them both and nuzzled the back of Ryan’s neck, sending delicious shivers chasing the small after-shocks of orgasm through his body.
It had been fucking amazing, and they still had a whole day to themselves.
Somehow Ryan didn’t think it was going to be hard to persuade Blade to stay a while longer.
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Date: 2018-04-02 04:18 pm (UTC)Fucking hell that was hot.
Just the description of Blade at the beginning had me practically moaning, then the rest of the story shorted out my brain completely.
Damnation when you two laydees put your minds together you're something dangerous!
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Date: 2018-04-03 06:08 am (UTC)And there will be more to come, so to speak.... *g*
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Date: 2018-04-02 06:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-04-03 06:09 am (UTC)Must remember to warn Louise about the excess of spelling and grammar...
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Date: 2018-04-02 07:23 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2018-04-04 06:52 pm (UTC)What's awesome is that I can't quite tell who's written what *g* You pair of geniuses, you :D LOVE IT. Rrrrrrr!!!
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Date: 2018-04-18 02:36 pm (UTC)(I’m finally catching up on fic).
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Date: 2018-04-18 06:16 pm (UTC)