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Title: Wet
Fandom: Primeval
Pairing: Connor/Ryan
Rating: Hard R
Warnings: Slash
Disclaimer: God I wish! But no.
Summary: Connor is frustrated and Ryan has been staying oddly close lately.
A.N: I put a meme up a few days ago and long story short people mentioned, tac vests, armed men, wet men and then my own brain added outdoor sex and here is the result.
A drip of water slid down the side of Connor’s nose. Stephen and Nick were gesturing wildly at each other, a little angry, and a lot frustrated.
The rain was cold and heavy and any footprints Stephen could have tracked or Nick could have examined were long since washed away.
“They look frustrated.” Connor jumped and Ryan twitched his lips from his place behind Connor’s back.
Connor scowled at himself before turning to face the soldier.
“They are.” He said simply, he wanted to say we are or I am or maybe even being a step behind all the time and just cleaning up the messes makes me want to scream. Instead he just turned back to Nick and Stephen as Ryan huffed at him.
Nick and Stephen’s arm waving moved further away into the forest until Connor could no longer hear their voices over the rain.
A raindrop trailed under Connor’s collar and he pushed his sodden hair out of his face and watched the last of Stephen’s and Nick’s movement disappear through the trees.
Ryan shifted in his periphery, balancing his rifle on his hip. Ryan had been around him a lot lately, Connor just figured Ryan encountered more creatures to shoot at close to him. Whatever reason it was kind of comforting to have him there, tall and strong and masculinely attractive in a way Connor was ignoring.
Connor stood awkwardly in the empty clearing watching the forest floor turn to slush. The cold of the rain started sending shivers down his back. He supposed he should follow the others out of the forest but for the moment he was just content to stand there in the rain.
Ryan moved closer behind him, the material of his vest making a strange creaking noise as he moved, boots squelching in the mud.
The forest was mostly silent, animals having fled or gone to ground at the presence of people. The rain dripping down off the leaves in a constant tattoo of sound. Under that was the sound of their breathing, both a little wet, Ryan’s just a little to close to Connor’s ear.
Ryan’s hand came to rest lightly on Connor’s shoulder.
“You look frustrated.” Ryan’s hand was cold from the rain but the weight of it against his shoulder inexplicably warmed Connor. He couldn’t stop himself from leaning just a little into the touch.
“We’re always chasing after the problems, we know nothing about when or where the anomalies will appear, we can’t do anything but clean up the messes.” Connor’s hand clenched into a fist as he spoke.
Ryan stepped closer until his vest was pressing into Connor’s back in a way that was anything but uncomfortable. The hand on his shoulder squeezed reassuringly and Ryan breath ghosted over his neck.
Connor relaxed as the weight of Ryan’s body pressed into him, anchoring him to the real world, away from his guilt and frustration.
He started to pull away, realising suddenly how long he had been standing there being held and flushing in embarrassment. However, Ryan’s hand stayed firmly on his shoulder, holding him still as the other slid up the wet skin of his neck, thumb rubbing against his pulse point. Connor froze.
“You’re a good man Connor, you’re doing all you can.” Ryan’s breath was hot on Connor’s ear and it sent a shudder down his spine. Ryan must have felt the shake because he pressed his mouth to Connor’s neck, placing a warm kiss between the cold strands of Connor’s wet hair.
Connor exhaled sharply and barely suppressed a whimper when Ryan pulled back. He opened his mouth to apologise or beg, he wasn’t sure which but shut it abruptly when Ryan’s hand appeared on his waist and prodded him around to face him.
Ryan cupped the side of Connor’s face and just looked at him for a few seconds. Connor wasn’t used to being looked at like this, it was soft and easy with a hint of fire.
Ryan lent in slowly, as if not to spook him, his lips were cold and he tasted of rain and cinnamon and fire. Connor’s hands came up to grasp at Ryan’s vest, skittering over hard bulges as Ryan licked along the roof of his mouth.
Ryan pressed forward and the warmth of his dick almost burned into Connor’s leg, he groaned. Connor thrust carefully against Ryan’s thigh, almost as if he expected to be pushed away. Ryan just huffed air against his neck and slid a hand around his waist, pulling Connor in closer.
Water ran along their closed lips as they pressed closer to each other. Ryan’s vest was crushing into Connor’s chest, which was terrible interesting in a way he didn’t have the coherency to examine at the moment.
Connor only half noticed when Ryan let go of his hip, he really noticed when Ryan’s free hand flicked open the button of his sopping pants and pushed them and his boxers just down his legs. He groaned when Ryan’s hand brushed over his dick as he was undoing his own pants. Ryan pulled him back in again and Connor gasped.
Skin on skin was really, really good and Connor’s hands clenched in Ryan’s vest.
Connor gasped open mouthed into the air as Ryan pressed kisses into his neck, god he wasn’t going to last long.
He came as Ryan bit down on his neck, which if he wasn’t completely incoherent may have worried him. Instead he collapsed against Ryan, face in the crook of his neck, hands still clenching the tac vest.
He felt Ryan slip a hand between them and he turned his head down in time to see Ryan jerk himself off using Connor’s come as lube. Connor’s dick vainly tried to stiffen again at the sight but failed so he just lent into Ryan until the man jerked, hand clenching on Connor’s hip.
Ryan kissed him slowly and thoroughly, the rain already clearing the mess from their stomaches.
Connor buckled his pants back up as he watched Ryan do the same, thought Ryan had to dodge his rifle and various equipment to do it. Once he was done Ryan pulled him close and kissed him again. When Ryan finally pulled back he grinned at Connor.
“Still frustrated?”
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And go you! There can never be too much tac vest!porn in the world - in fact, I don't think we could stop this runaway train now if we tried!
Fab contribution! Ryan/Connor is one of those pairings that surprised me when I first saw it, but totally works really well. Great!
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I didn't think of Ryan/Connor and was a bit aprehensive until i read one and my brain exploded and then there was smut...which is very well deserved.
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He could look at me like that any day of the week!
Here via the Friday fic rec. This was just as yummy the second time around.
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*fans self* It was hot and gentle and really rather sweet, did I mention hot? And the descriptions are lovely! Ryan lent in slowly, as if not to spook him, his lips were cold and he tasted of rain and cinnamon and fire. Connor’s hands came up to grasp at Ryan’s vest, skittering over hard bulges as Ryan licked along the roof of his mouth.
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