fredbassett | Fic, Fun on a Friday, Connor/Ditzy, Slash, 18

Title : Fun on a Friday
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Characters : Stephen/Ryan, Connor/Ditzy
Rating : 18
Disclaimer : Not mine, no money made, don’t sue
Spoilers : None.
Summary : Connor returns to Sanctuary and brings a friend.
A/N : This started life as a Comment Porn in Denial. Sanctuary belongs to

mysteriousaliwz . Many thanks to

lukadreaming for the wonderful beta.

The noise of the door buzzer sounded loudly. Stephen’s head jerked up, much to Ryan’s irritation.

“Visitors,” Stephen grinned.

“Sod it,” muttered Ryan.

Ryan glared. There was no realistic prospect of bringing himself off in the time it’d take anyone to walk down the corridor to the recreation room. Stephen was obviously far more interested in the prospect of visitors than he was in finishing an interrupted blow job. He zipped his jeans up and settled back down on the settee, watching the door with a mixture of irritation and interest. He had a very strong feeling he knew who to expect.

The door flew open. “Hi, guys!”

Stephen rolled his eyes. “Connor, what the hell have you been playing at now? You were meant to be careful, remember.”

Connor gave him a shamefaced grin and gestured to the badge clipped to the top pocket of his waistcoat. “Still says Visitor, Temporary Pass.”

“Yeah, but it’s now got your photo on,” Ryan pointed out. Then, “Fucking hell, mate, what have you been up to?”

Ditzy lounged in the doorway, his brown eyes wary. “First mistake: I let Geek Boy drive. Second mistake: I didn’t stop him trying to manoeuvre the car in between a brontosaurus and a river.”

Connor jabbed the Special Forces medic in the ribs with an elbow. “We call ‘em apatasaurs now, and less of the Geek Boy. I told you this place was real! You just told me I was delusional.”

“You are,” sighed Ditzy, squinting down at his own badge.

He was safe enough. Even from where he was lounging Ryan could see that it said Visitor, Temporary Pass.

The soldier started to relax. “So what are we doing here, sir?”

Ryan shrugged. “Management decided we needed company, maybe. Or maybe you two have attracted their attention somehow.” Ryan grinned, and leered. “What have you been up to, Ditz?”

“Nothing!”

“You took me shooting,” Connor pointed out, a grin starting to form on the student’s face.

“I took you shooting. So bloody what?” The medic looked uneasy and made an attempt to change the subject. “Where’s the beer?”

Stephen waved in the direction of an enormous fridge. “Help yourself, and while you’re at it, crack the tops off another couple and hand ‘em over. So, you took Connor on the gun range. Did it involve you standing behind him, trying to get him to aim straight?”

Ditzy nodded, still wary.

“Did you by any chance get a hard on when you had to hold him steady to stop him blasting chunks out of the ceiling?” Ryan knew he was still leering, but it was worth it to see the sarky medic on the back foot for once.

“Oi, still here!” squawked Connor, starting to blush.

And he wasn’t the only one. Ditzy’s face was starting to blaze.

“Good guess,” grinned Stephen. “You can’t get an inappropriate erection without Management noticing, boys. So what happened? Did he sort of wriggle backwards? Bet that made you even harder ……….”

Ditzy groaned and swigged the beer. “Can’t I just wake up?”

Ryan and Stephen both grinned. The Special Forces captain leant over and gave his companion a long, leisurely and open-mouthed kiss.

* * * * *

Connor threw himself onto the huge sofa opposite, hoping no-one would notice his current inappropriate erection. They’d done this the last time he’d been here, and it had been a helluva turn on.

“I’m straight!” the medic all but yelped as Connor tried sneaking a hand onto his thigh..

“So am I, mate,” grinned the student, pleased for once to get the chance to be cooler than one of the soldiers. “Doesn’t seem to count for much around here, though.” He patted the cushion next to him. “Come on, it’s only a delusion. It can’t hurt, can it?”

He watched as Stephen slid the zip down again on Ryan’s jeans, earning him a small sigh of relief. Stephen started stoking Ryan’s cock lazily. The sigh turned to one of pleasure. Connor settled down to enjoy the show.

* * * * *

Ditzy gulped more beer. He was going to pay for that guilty wank in the showers at the range. He could see it coming. And he didn’t want to think about words like coming right now.

He watched Stephen’s fingers continue to play with Ryan’s cock. His captain was sprawled out over the black fake leather furniture. He wondered idly if it had been chosen for cleanability rather than quality. Ryan nudged the other man onto the floor. Stephen slid into a kneeling position. Ditzy felt like his blood was developing a split personality. Half of it seemed to be rushing towards his cheeks, while the other half was advancing south in a very determined manner.

His eyes got even wider as Stephen proceeded to run a skilful tongue up Ryan’s cock from the base, swirling it around the head, catching a drop of pre-come and licking it off. The medic shifted defensively into the corner of the settee, acutely aware of the fact that Ryan wasn’t the only one who was now rock hard.

Ditzy jumped as Connor’s leg up swung up over his thighs and nudged against his erection. He needed an escape route and he needed one now.

“Don’t waste your time,” Ryan told him, with an irritating grin. “The Management have got this place sewn up tighter than a gynaecologist’s wife. Just lie back and think of England. Chances are you’ll even enjoy it.”

It wasn’t a bad speech for a bloke whose cock was now half way down another guy’s throat. Ditzy was impressed. He took another few gulps of beer, then looked at Connor wondering exactly how far the uncomfortable mix of anticipation and embarrassment was showing in his face.

The student grinned and ran a hand up Ditzy’s arm to rest on his shoulder.

Ditzy closed his eyes. This isn’t real. I’ll wake up in a minute.

The fingers of Connor’s other hand brushed across his cock. “Hey, cool! I didn’t know you cared!”

The medic’s eyes snapped open. “I bloody don’t!”

“Your cock does!”

Ditzy sucked in a deep breath. “Connor, can’t you just go back to the whole socially inept geek routine. I’m more at home with that.”

By way of an answer, the zip of his black combat trousers got tugged unceremoniously down and Connor slipped a cool hand inside bringing it to rest on his cock.

The soldier closed his eyes again. He didn’t reckon thinking of England was going to help. Maybe he could try thinking of Lester. That was normally enough to quell even the most troublesome bodily reaction.

The hand started to stroke. Slowly. Experimentally.

Ditzy’s cock twitched.

Connor’s fingers closed around him, tight, but not too tight. The long fingers that had previously only ever seemed totally at home on a keyboard now seemed almost unbelievably talented.

He groaned.

Connor laughed and shifted position to allow himself a greater range of movement.

Ditzy kept his eyes firmly closed.

He knew perfectly well that his captain and his captain’s boyfriend were watching and thoughts churned around in his head almost as fast as the movement of Connor’s hand - hell, they were meant to be dead, weren’t they? followed rapidly by - oh god, could this get any weirder? – but with his eyes closed he could at least pretend that that there was no audience – oh fuck, if his old granny could see him now he’d be out of her will quicker than you could say wank.

Even lying back and thinking about Lester wasn’t helping any more and oh shit, if he wasn’t careful, he’d end up with some sort of awful Lester fixation and then how the hell was he going to explain that to the next unsuspecting girl he managed to cop off with?

Connor’s hand moved faster, giving a little twist over the head just the way he liked it and without warning, heat pooled around the base of his cock and he came, jerkily and messily.

Ditzy kept his eyes closed, hoping he’d just wake up and find himself engaged in a nice, normal activity like drowning. An activity he could talk about over breakfast or something.

Something that felt suspiciously like a handkerchief was being used to mop up the mess. He half opened his eyes. Yep. It was a handkerchief. And Connor was now stuffing the grimy object back into his pocket with a complete lack of concern for hygiene. He’d probably blow his nose on the bloody thing later.

Ryan met his eyes with a look that held a mixture of sympathy and amusement. “Was I imagining things, Ditz, or did you just say something about Lester?”

Ditzy groaned.

Drowning was definitely preferable to this.

Being stomped flat by a brontosaurus was preferable to this!

A warm chuckle came from next to him. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell Lester if you don’t………..”

Ditzy recognised superior force when it licked his neck. Maybe it was time to give in gracefully after all.

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Ditzy kept his eyes closed, hoping he’d just wake up and find himself engaged in a nice, normal activity like drowning. An activity he could talk about over breakfast or something.

ROTFLMAO!!!
Oh this is priceless! I love this so much. I could quote the whole fic for brilliant bits. Poor Ditzy, he didn't stand much of a chance, did he?

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