fredbassett | Fic, Silk and Steel, Part 4, Ryan/Lester, 18

Title : Silk and Steel, Part 4
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Characters : Ryan/Lester
Rating : 18
Disclaimer : Not mine, no money made, don’t sue
Spoilers : None.
Summary : Ryan receives a timely warning
Warning : Slave!fic
A/N : With thanks to

munchkinofdoom for helping to plot this AU. The remainder of this series can be found here

Sir James Lester woke, as he always did, at 7 am precisely. The fact that it was now the weekend did not affect his routine and never had. Besides, anomalies appeared at weekend as well as at any other time, in his experience.

On this occasion, however, he did not awaken to an empty bed. In a mute reminder of his companion’s exhaustion the previous night Ryan was still sprawled out next to him, head pillowed on a well-muscled forearm. A livid bruise darkened the man’s shoulder and spread down one side, partially hidden under the silk sheet, although Lester knew from their activities the previous night that the bruise curved all the way round and met itself coming the other way, forming an almost complete ring round Ryan’s upper body.

He was also reminded of the fact that the sight of Ryan in close proximity to silk was one that he found hard to resist.

Lester slid out of bed without waking the other man, heading for the bathroom to relieve the pressure on his bladder, but unfortunately that did nothing to prevent the return of a rather persistent erection.

Ryan shifted position onto his back and failed to stifle a groan. The sheet slipped down to his waist, revealing the full extent of the damage.

“Christ Almighty, Ryan,” Lester abruptly wished he’d been gentler the previous night. “I’m calling Ditzy. You’re not fit for active duty.”

“Did I complain when you fucked me through the mattress, sir?” The challenge in Ryan’s eyes was unmistakeable and the captain deliberately pushed the sheet lower, exposing his own erect cock.

“Your pain threshold is unnaturally high, and you bloody well know it, but if Leek gets wind of the state you’re in, you’ll regret it.” Lester’s eyes betrayed him for once and he failed to stop concern surfacing.

Ryan held Lester’s eyes with his own and ran a hand slowly down his cock. “Sod Leek.”

Lester grimaced. “No thank you, I have some taste, even though I do have a lamentable habit of slumming it with the lower orders.” He watched the lazy movement of Ryan’s fingers and felt his own cock getting even harder.

Damn it, there was no way he could fuck Ryan now, not with injuries like that spread out in stark relief beneath him, no matter how much he might want to.

“Come back to bed, master.” Ryan’s hand ghosted up his own flesh again, smearing the leaking fluid over himself. “It’s the weekend, and my shift doesn’t start for another five hours. So unless we get two shouts at once, Lyle can cope.”

“And Lyle can cover the rest of the bloody weekend. You’re taking sick time, like it or not.”

Ryan shook his head. “I’m not leaving the lads with Leek in the mood he’s been in this week. He’s got Kermit in his sights.” Ryan touched a finger to the head of his cock and brought it up to his lips.

Lester groaned. Ryan was all too well aware of what it took to successfully push his buttons and the soldier exploited that knowledge every time he wanted something, and it was quite plain that what he wanted now was sex. “I ought to have you flogged myself. That might teach you some respect, you stubborn idiot.”

Ryan swirled a finger round himself and grinned. “I don’t seem to recall that working as a tactic when Leek tried it, master. All it did was give him another Punishment Tape to wank over.”

“And your scars still haven’t fully healed yet. Don’t push him, Ryan. He’s dangerous, and you know it as well as I do. And stop trying to goad me into fucking you. I’d have thought your arse has taken about as much as it can stand right now.”

Ryan grinned and shook his head. His strong fingers continued to move up and down, diverting occasionally to brush lightly over his balls. The final straw for Lester was when the soldier pushed the sheet fully off, and spread his legs invitingly.

With a noise somewhere between lust and annoyance, Lester settled himself back on the bed and slipped one arm behind Ryan’s neck, the metal of the collar warm against his skin as he pulled the soldier’s head gently down onto his shoulder. With his free hand, he reached round and took hold of Ryan’s cock, letting the other man guide his movements and set the pace.

And it seemed that what he wanted at the moment was slow and gentle, which was unusual, but not unknown. When he had Lester established in the rhythm he wanted, Ryan’s own hand slipped over to Lester’s cock and started stroking him the same way, lightly and slowly, almost teasingly.

“Can you get Kermit a transfer out of here?” Ryan’s tongue licked across Lester’s nipple, punctuating his words with light nips.

“Why?”

“The lad’s straight, and Leek’s after him. Reason enough?”

“If he’s straight why did he indenture himself? A collar doesn’t enable him to pick and choose.”

“He has a baby daughter who needs expensive medical treatment.” Ryan changed tactic and sucked hard at the small nub of flesh. Lester arched his back off the bed and thrust up into the soldier’s hand.

Ryan pushed him down, and went back to a combination of licks and nips.

“And that’s meant to make me feel sorry for him?”

“Just answering your question, master.” Ryan’s tone was bland in the extreme. “I don’t want to get flogged for refusal to follow orders.”

“Then keep out of Leek’s way.” Lester continued stroking the soldier’s cock, the movements getting a shade tighter and faster. “I can’t transfer your lad, even if I wanted to. This project’s under lock down so far as personnel are concerned. Higher Up don’t want word of this one hitting the streets. No transfers, Ryan, for any reason.”

“So who’s Leek working for?” The change of subject was as abrupt as the sudden tightening of Ryan’s grip.

“Me.” But the word came out more as a question than a statement.

Ryan’s laugh blew warm breath across Lester’s chest, raising hairs and sending a slight sliver down his spine. “Pull the other one, sir, it’s got bells on.”

“You haven’t got another one, Ryan,” and to illustrate the point, Lester gave the soldier’s cock a hard tug. The laugh turned to a low moan and Ryan’s hips gave an involuntary jerk. “As far as your wholly impertinent question is concerned, the answer is I don’t as yet know, but I intend to find out. In the meantime, keep out of Leek’s way and attempt to stay out of trouble. Do you think you can manage that, Captain Ryan?”

The onset of orgasm caught Ryan almost by surprise, and at the same time distracted Lester from the fact that his question hadn’t been answered. Then skilful hands and an equally skilful mouth distracted him even further and for a while, there were no more questions, just soft endearments and muttered encouragement and only the hard press of the steel around Ryan’s neck served to occasionally break the spell woven by pleasure given and taken for once without the added spice of pain.

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Very nice. As great as all the sex is you've got me hooked on the bloody plot now as well :D I want to know what's happening with Leek!

Hot and sweet at the same time.

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