Fic, Afternoon, Stephen/Ryan, 15

[fredbassett]

Title : Afternoon
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Characters : Stephen/Ryan
Disclaimer : Not mine (except Lyle), don't sue.
Rating : 15
Spoliers : None
Summary : A scene in a bedroom, with bruises. Follows Endangered Species, Part 3.
Tags : Fic, Slash, Stephen, Ryan

Ryan made a small, tentative movement. It hurt. So did the next one. As far as he could work out without subjecting himself to too much pain, his left leg now wouldn’t bend at all and even taking anything more than a shallow breath caused a nasty stabbing in his chest.

Maybe he needed the medic’s ministrations after all. Or maybe he just needed more tablets. He knew which he preferred.  At least the tablets came without added sarcasm.

Next to him, Stephen stirred lazily and turned his face for a kiss. Another one. Ryan smiled and obliged. He wondered vaguely what time it was, but his watch was on his left wrist, and that arm was pinned down by his warm, cuddly and all too distracting companion.

Ryan presumed they must have slept, but truthfully he couldn’t say when. It was only the fact that he was no longer totally bone-weary that told him they hadn’t just spent the last few hours making love.

He wondered idly at what stage fucking had turned into making love? Probably when he’d wanted more than anything to look into Stephen’s midnight blue eyes at the moment when his lover came. He’d enjoyed that more than he’d believed possible. And he’d spent the next few hours trying to repeat the experience as often as they could manage. Which with his bruises and their collective exhaustion probably hadn’t been that often, but his memory had gone a bit fuzzy after the second time.

Much to his surprise, no-one had disturbed them directly, and they’d managed to ignore the sounds of cars, lorries and even a helicopter arriving. But eventually, Ryan heard the sound of footsteps approaching and knew their private time was coming to an end.

A rap on the door was accompanied by Lyle remarking cheerfully, “If you can stop shagging long enough, I come bearing gifts.”

“Coffee and bacon rolls?” asked Ryan hopefully.

The door opened and Lyle came in, carrying a tray. Neither man made any attempt to cover up which would have been difficult anyway with the duvet discarded in an untidy heap on the spare bed, an inconvenient distance away. Clutching pillows would just have looked stupid.

The lieutenant’s sharp brown eyes took in the state of Ryan’s body and Lyle whistled admiring through his teeth. “Can I fetch a camera? Those bruises are worth recording for posterity.”

“Piss off,” said Ryan, sitting up gingerly and discovering to his delight that the tray really was loaded with both coffee and bacon rolls. And a fresh supply of tablets.

“Be nice to me. I’ve spent the last two hours fending off the Witch King. He can’t understand why you haven’t handed in your report yet. I told him you were asleep but I have a nasty suspicion he didn’t believe me. Anyway, he’d have to be clinically deaf to have missed some of the noises Dr Hart’s been making, but maybe civil servants don’t recognise the sound of a good fuck when they hear it.”

“I’m neither deaf nor stupid,” said a clipped voice from the doorway. “I take it this is no longer a private party, gentlemen?”

And with that, Lester walked into the room, his nose wrinkling fastidiously as it was assailed by a heavy combination of sex and sweat, overlaid with a hint of eau de gun oil.

Stephen gave the man full marks for not betraying even the merest hint of distaste at seeing him sprawled naked on the bed next to Ryan, but even Lester couldn’t stop his eyes widening at the extent of the damage the Special Forces leader had taken.

“Please don’t get up, Captain. I take it you’ll deliver your report in person, later?”

Ryan nodded.  “If I had to type it left-handed, you might be waiting some time, sir.”

“I’ll see you downstairs in one hour,” said Lester crisply, then turned on his heel and left.

Ryan sighed, and it hurt. “Fetch a medic, Lyle. I suspect I’m going to need more than tablets. He doesn’t look a happy bunny.”

“Hardly surprising. They can’t find anywhere big enough to take seven tyrannosaur corpses. And Professor Cutter is insisting on keeping them all. By the way, he’s moaning about the condition of a couple of them,” Lyle grinned broadly as he sauntered back to the door. “Nice shooting, Dr Hart.”

 

Comments

[entangled-now.livejournal.com]

*loves* I adore this little 'breakfast' snippet and exactly how bashed about Ryan is. Then Lester's beautiful entrance, I can imagine him looking very tidy and disapproving more of the mess than anything else. Great stuff

[adafrog.livejournal.com]

Very nice. Thanks. I love the simplicity of it.

[munchkinofdoom.livejournal.com]

Oh god, I cackled the whole way through this. All that sex finally caught up with our captain... *g*

I especially love how all the Special Forces guys refer to Lester as the Witch King. And now Nick is unimpressed with the incomplete state of the t-rex corpses.

And they killed off seven of the buggers!

*happy, satisfied sigh*

[telperion-15.livejournal.com]

I love every little bit of this, from start to finish. The bit where Lester comes in had me gaping in delighted horror (is that an oxymoron?). First I was all like 'that can't be Lester', and then it was, and it was fab!

maybe civil servants don’t recognise the sound of a good fuck when they hear it
Heeheehee.

And I love the cuteness of Ryan and Stephen and how their relationship is developing.

And I can just picture the look on Cutter's face (and hear the lecture he's going to give Stephen) upon seeing the T.Rexes after they got in the way of the rocket launcher.

What a lovely fic to come back to after the ups and downs of an interview.

[master-kogane.livejournal.com]

*is giggling madly in her happy place and sending you e-cookies with much love*

[counselor69.livejournal.com]

Love it! And Lester *giggles* - nice to have him in there, too.

eau de gun oil. >/cite>
Good one! ;-)

[spacemonkey-27.livejournal.com]

I like how you mingle little ficlets like this with longer stories. :) Wonderful!

[byrons-brain.livejournal.com]

OMG! dies with laughter... brilliant!

[mysteriousaliwz.livejournal.com]

Thank you for that lovely mental image of nude Ryan and Stephen lounging on the bed, hungrily eyeing up those bacon rolls. you have my eternal gratitude :)

*licks Ryan's bruises*
What? I'm sure it's medicinal ... ;)

[fififolle]

Whee! Oh, man, Lester, hooooow embarrassing! *grin* Lyle is so cool. Points for bacon rolls, you wonderful man. Lovely, lovely vignette.

[sarah-lilzfl.livejournal.com]

At least the tablets came without added sarcasm.
*sporfles*

Oh gods I just love this from start to finish! C'est fantastique!

eau de gun oil
ROFL!

[knitekat.livejournal.com]

Nice morning after.. hee, hee.. Lyle fending off Lester and then his entrance.. "I'm neither deaf nor stupid".. and Nick moaning about the state of the T. rexes...

[sunsetdawn20.livejournal.com]

Heehee. *cuddles Lyle* Oh I can't wait for the whole Lester/Lyle thing to start. *happy dance*

[aerynpkgirl.livejournal.com]

I love the complete unconcern Ryan and Stephen have for being naked with guys just wandering into their bedroom. All the men I've known would have scurried for cover but nope, doesn't really work in a setting such as this I'm sure. And I'm a big fan of them being more than willing to *watch* as well. lolz!

[neferitiel.livejournal.com]

Poor boys! They'll need a 'do not disturb' card :D

[kerry-louise.livejournal.com]

I do love Lester's reaction to Lyle's comment! and his complete lack of reaction to Ryan and Stephen sprawled nakedly over the place, lol! brilliant!