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Title: Debauch

Fandom: Primeval

Pairing: Connor/Ryan
Rating: Hard R - NC-17

Series: Deflowering Connor Part 3

Warnings: Slash

Disclaimer: God I wish! But no.

Summary: Connor doesn’t want to die a virgin.

A.N. Ryan wasn’t on my slashable list until I was reading through

entangled_now 's fic and found this. Then it was, bless her. Gun oil as lube is from the wonderful brain of

fredbassett .

A branch whipped against Connor’s face, it left a red welt which normally he would have stopped to finger, but he was running for his life at the moment, something that had been happening far too often lately.

The noise right behind him was Ryan brushing off branches as he ran.

Behind Ryan the crashing and thudding was a creature, what type Connor wasn’t sure, he’d seen size, really big, and teeth, that of a carnivore, and then he was being chased off into the woods.

Ryan had been closest of the military faction and had taken off after him. For all that the large gun attached to Ryan’s tac vest was vaguely useless against a creature this large, it was still wonderfully comforting to have him there.

They were lucky, the forest was dense enough that the trees and brush was slowing the creature down, they were even gaining a little ground.

A hand clamped around Connor’s bicep and tugged him a little to the right.

“There’s a hunting cabin this way, we’ll take cover.” Connor was quite put out to realise Ryan wasn’t even really out of breath. He was also a bit disconcerted to notice that Ryan was grinning which suggested he enjoyed the running for his life part of the job more then was probably healthy.

Connor’s chest was aching by the time they blundered into the clearing around the cabin. Connor fell against the door and swore explosively when he realised it was locked.

Ryan looked momentarily impressed before waving him aside and kicking in the door with an efficiency that Connor envied.

Ryan dragged him inside and they shoved a cupboard in front of the door.

The crashing from the trees stopped but the thumping kept coming closer.

Ryan looked cautiously out the window.

“It’s sniffing.”

Connor froze.

“It can smell us!”

Connor started hyperventilating.

“It can smell us.” He repeated, sounding increasingly hysterical. Ryan turned back to him and picked his radio off his vest.

“This is Ryan, we’re taking cover in a hunting lodge about 1.2 klicks south west of the anomaly site, we’re safe for the moment.” He gave Connor a reassuring look.

“We’re safe in here, backup will be by soon enough.”

Connor just stared at him with wide eyes.

“I don’t want to die a virgin.”

A shiver of something hungry and dangerous flashed for an instant in Ryan’s eyes before disappearing, replaced with a look that said he was torn between beating his head against a wall and beating Connor’s against it.

Ryan grabbed Connor by the shoulders and shook him. Connor’s body was stiff and he just stared up, allowing Ryan to move him as he willed.

“I don’t want to die.” Connor started to shake.

Ryan took a deep breath, as if to stop himself from seeing if a slap worked as well in real life.

“Connor!” Ryan demanded sharply.

Connor’s only response was to shake harder and start mumbling.

Ryan’s hands were still on Connor’s shoulders and he made one of the snap decisions his commanders had always said he was so good at.

He lent in, pulling Connor with him and forced their mouths together roughly.

Connor was frozen under him in a way that was both entirely satisfying and far more interesting then it should have been.

Connor’s mouth stuttered against his as if he were still muttering. Ryan just pressed closer, licking along the seam of Connor’s lips until he pushed through and ran his tongue along Connor’s teeth.

He should have stopped then, it had worked, Connor was calm and he had stopped shaking. He should have stopped, but as he moved to pull back Connor’s mouth finally fell open under his, not pushing, just welcoming Ryan to kiss him.

Ryan was a controlled man, it was professional pride that no matter what happened, mass graves in Bosnia, victims of road side bombs in Iraq, the general surprises the anomalies kicked out, he would always be in control.

Wanting this was something he didn’t think he could control.

Ryan squeezed Connor’s shoulders and kissed him again, deeper this time, barely holding back his strength. He didn’t want to scare the boy away.

Connor groaned and it was as if the sound was wired to his dick. He clutched Connor’s shoulders hard enough to bruise and pulled his mouth away from Connor’s.

His voice was rough and just on the edge of demanding.

“You want me to fuck you?”

The shudder the question got was entirely satisfying as was Connor’s nod, jerky and quick.

Ryan let his lips trail up Connor’s jaw, catching on the stubble before sucking on the skin directly below his ear. Connor’s hands were gripping his tac vest, buried between spare ammo and powerbars, digging in tight.

Ryan takes a step forward and Connor overbalances and almost falls, he seems to get the idea though and soon Ryan has him backed up against the wall and Connor’s lean body is covered with Ryan’s heavily muscled one.

He pulls Connor’s vest over his head and a few stray leaves fall out onto the floor. Ryan bites at the spot Connor’s shoulder meets his neck and the younger man jerks underneath him. Connor smells of exertion and plants and something lightly spicy.

Connor’s hands are baffled as to how to remove the tac vest and Ryan just ignores their fumbling and unbuttons Connor’s shirt. The shirt falls to the ground and Ryan slides his hands across the pale flesh, rubbing his fingers against the small tract of hair on Connor’s stomach. The creature snorts loudly outside and Connor stiffens, Ryan just leans down and bites lightly on one of Connor’s nipples. He grins and bites harder as Connor bucks, his hands clutching Ryan’s short hair.

Ryan lifts his head, catching Connor’s hands as they slip from his hair. He pins them with one hand above his head and God does he look good like that, pale against the wooden wall, face and lips flushed and a bite mark on his shoulder. Ryan kisses Connor again, biting at his bottom lip and slides his hand down to undo the younger man’s belt.

Connor whimpers at the light pressure the action drags across his dick and presses up, seeking Ryan’s touch. Ryan just pulls his hand back, taking the belt with it and Connor whines before swearing creatively at Ryan. Just because of that Ryan waits for a while, holding Connor securely to the wall as the pale figure twists against the hold.

Ryan finally takes mercy and pops open the button, he flicks the fly down and pushes the pants off Connor’s hips. Then Ryan slips one finger under the waistband of Connor’s underwear, tracing along the smooth skin. Connor stares down at the finger and then back at Ryan who just smirks. He slips his whole hand into the shorts and cups Connor briefly, earning himself a groan before pushing them down Connor’s legs.

Ryan finally lets go of Connor’s hands so he can push off his pants and then Connor’s leaning against the wall, naked except for his boots. Ryan smirks, that’s a clothing choice filled with all kind of interesting memories and he decides to leave him like that.

Ryan slides a hand around the skin of Connor’s hip, tracing it where it stretches over his bones. He teases down Connor’s thighs and watches the muscles jump under his touch. Finally he closes one fist around Connor’s dick, giving it a rubbing squeeze as he flicked his thumb over the head.

The moan Connor let out told Ryan two things, one, Connor made some damn pornographic noises and second, the younger man wasn’t going to last long.

Ryan took his hand off Connor, who cursed at him. Ryan bit at Connor’s jaw.

“Well you can come now or you can come while I’m fucking you. It’s your choice.”

Ryan thinks if it were physically possible Connor’s brain would be running out of his ears, as it is his face seems to be frozen, Ryan’s rather enjoying watching it.

Connor’s mouth is moving but it takes him a few tries to say something.

“Fuck me.”

Ryan shivers, Connor should be encouraged to say that a lot more. He glances around the room and his gaze stops on the old overstuffed couch. He guides Connor with a hand between his shoulder blades, pressing against the warm skin.

Ryan groans when they reach the couch, Connor folds so easily over the back of it, arse in the air, legs spread.

Ryan stops for a moment, running his hand over the curve of Connor’s arse and down his thigh.

“Beautiful.” He murmurs to himself.

Ryan reluctantly stopped touching Connor and unbuckled his pants, he watched the other man shudder as the material hit the ground. He kicked them off his feet and leant into Connor’s bare back, his dick slipping between the cheeks. Ryan grazed open mouthed kisses and light nips across Connor’s back before pulling back and fishing through one of his pockets.

Ryan thanks God for habit as he fishes the condom and gun oil out of a pocket. Gun oil’s a little too liquid to apply easily but it’s a lot less conspicuous than carrying lube around. Ryan squeezes a little into his palm and lets it drip down his finger as he circles Connor’s hole. He rubs a soothing hand at the base of Connor’s spine as he pushes the first finger in. Connor’s still a little tense but he doesn't protest when Ryan slides a second finger in and pushes them deep. He does however buck into the couch, hands fisting in the fabric when Ryan strokes across his prostate.

Ryan’s other hand wanders as he finishes stretching Connor, he has more muscle definition then he had expected, wiry and hard under soft skin and the ones in his back bunch and flex in delicious ways as he shifts.

He’s careful to make sure Connor is ready but he can’t wait anymore. Ryan rips the packet with his teeth and rolls the condom onto himself. He wraps a hand around Connor’s waist before speaking softly.

“Ready?” Ryan’s not sure how coherent Connor is by this point but he still gets a nod.

Ryan pushes in slowly and fuck Connor is so much tighter than he had expected. He folds himself over Connor and rocks forward slowly. He keeps up this bare edge of torture pace until Connor finds his voice.

“Faster! Please!” He’s breathy and desperate and it was exactly what Ryan was waiting for. His next thrust is fast and hard and Connor trembles under him with a groan.

The pace is just a shade away from perfect and Ryan’s buried a hand in Connor’s hair. Ryan know this is going to be short, Connor’s already sounding ragged and so he opens up to it, Connor’s tightness around him, his skin under Ryan’s hands, his noises and doesn’t try and hold it back.

Connor makes the most pornographic noise when he comes, it’s half moan, half sigh, all tangled up in a filthy curse.

Connor is still twitching as Ryan comes, God he loves the feeling of that, he shudders, his hand on Connor’s hip keeping him upright.

Ryan sighs as he pulls out, he ties off the condom, dropping it into one of his pockets. Connor’s still bonelessly flopped over the couch and when Ryan levers him up he smiles goofily at him, which should be neither charming nor attractive but manages to be both.

“I’m not a virgin anymore.” Now Ryan smiles back at him, come is starting to turn sticky in Connor’s lap.

“No you’re not.” He finds Connor’s pants and hands them and a gauze pad to him while pulling his own up.

There’s silence for almost a minute as Connor cleans himself and does up his pants and Ryan notices Connor’s suddenly nervous. He’s fidgeting with his belt and tugging on the bottom of his shirt. He wants to say something, he keeps opening his mouth, pausing and closing it again. Ryan’s almost ready to demand he say something when his radio crackles.

“We’re closing in on your position.” Ryan sighs, back to work.

“Roger.” He glances out the window. “The subject is on the Eastern side of the clearing.”

Ryan quickly checks his equipment before reaching over and smoothing down Connor’s hair.

“We’ll do afterglow next time.”

Connor beams at him.