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ficlet: Recovery Position


This is a very, very, very late birthday ficlet for fififolle . *makes big puppy eyes in hope of forgiveness*. I meant to do this ages ago, but had a ridiculously hectic week, and then went away on holiday.

Title: Recovery Position
Author: Athene
Fandom: Primeval
Pairing/characters: Connor, Ryan.
Rating: 18
Warnings: Mild language, smut.
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: Not mine. ITV and Impossible Pictures own them.
Word count: approx 1100
Summary: Ryan is hurt. Connor has an interesting approach to comfort.
AN1: Thanks to lukadreaming for the beta.
AN2: Not 3Y-verse. 


 



            “Is this okay?” Connor asked for about the millionth time as he fussed over straightening the duvet and propping the pillows up behind Ryan.

            “It’s fine, Connor.” Ryan couldn’t help the note of exasperation in his voice. “Just sit down and stop worrying for five minutes. It’s only a broken arm.”

            “And a sprained shoulder. And five fractured ribs. And will you stop fidgeting like that! You’re supposed to be resting.”

            Ryan reached out with his good arm and curled a hand round Connor’s neck and tugged him down to sit on the bed beside him.

            “Connor. I love that you want to look after me. It’s really sweet. But you don’t have to. I’m fine.”

            Connor’s cheeks tinged with pink for a moment. “I like looking after you,” he mumbled quietly.

Ryan’s eyebrows raised slightly at that. Connor’s mother-hen reaction had been somewhat unexpected, especially after they had discharged Ryan from the hospital. The young man hadn’t left his side since he’d arrived in A&E, and now seemed determined to make good on his promise to the nurse that he wouldn’t let Ryan do anything strenuous for a while. Although somehow his version of ‘nothing strenuous’ currently seemed to be more like ‘nothing at all’.

 “My arm’s going to be in a cast for at least six weeks. One of us is probably going to kill the other long before then if you don’t stop being this fussy.” The gentle tone to his voice took any edge off his words.

Connor glanced up at Ryan, peering through the hair that had flopped in front of his eyes.

“You’re not going to co-operate, are you?” he sighed.

“Probably not if you keep treating me like I’m about to break.”

Connor was silent for a few moments, and Ryan started to wonder if he had been too harsh. Connor had only been trying to help, after all.

Suddenly a particularly worrying smile began to form on Connor’s face. One that Ryan knew from experience meant that he was about to be in trouble.

“How about if I give you an incentive?” Connor asked, his voice a mixture of inquiring innocence and Machiavellian deviousness.

“Incentive?”

“Yeah. If you’re a good boy and promise to keep still and let me take care of you and bring you cups of tea and breakfast in bed, you get a reward.”

Ryan’s eyebrows went up again.

“Such as?”

Connor crawled across the bed until he was straddling Ryan’s legs, and without saying a word he undid Ryan’s jeans and pulled them open and tugged them down a little. Ryan shifted his hips to help, and abruptly received a soft slap across the top of his thigh.

“I told you to keep still,” Connor ordered in a voice that went straight to Ryan’s cock. 

Ryan forced himself to lie back and let Connor finish tugging his t-shirt and boxers out of the way. Then Connor’s hand stroked slowly up and down the length of his cock, and Ryan moaned quietly and closed his eyes. For the first time in the last five hours he managed to forget the awkward weight of the cast on his arm, or the way that his ribs hurt every time he breathed too deeply, and he gave in to the sensations as Connor’s skilful fingers teased and caressed.

Suddenly everything stopped. Ryan absolutely didn’t make any noise that could be described as a whimper, and even if he did he was going to deny it later. He opened his eyes and saw Connor watching him, his dark eyes full of mischief.

“God Connor, don’t stop.” Ryan was going to deny begging as well if questioned about it later.

“Promise.”

What?” He didn’t understand what Connor meant for a moment. Ryan’s brain was still mostly focussed on the building pressure in his cock, and the heat of Connor’s fingers still holding him.

“Promise me you’ll be good and do what I tell you. Then you get your reward.”

“Connor...” he was about to say, ‘you can’t be serious’, but one look at the determination in the young man’s eyes told Ryan that on this topic he was very serious. A tiny part of him wanted to be contrary, to refuse to give in to Connor’s tactics. But at the same time the thought of just lying back and giving in to Connor, letting Connor take charge and look after him like he was helpless was becoming more and more difficult to resist. Besides, Ryan had a sneaking suspicion that the battle was lost before it had even begun. When it came to Connor, he had always been helpless.

“Connor, please,” he whined breathlessly.

Connor didn’t say anything, but he did let go of Ryan’s cock and sat back a little. The implication was clear.

“Okay. Okay. I promise.”

Connor’s face suddenly lit up in a huge smile. “Really?”

Ryan could only nod, already wondering what he had just let himself in for.

Without warning, Connor ducked down and swallowed Ryan’s cock almost fully. Ryan nearly came on the spot as Connor proved that talking wasn’t the only thing his tongue was extremely good at. Unable to remain motionless under his lover, Ryan arched up, and suddenly Connor’s arm braced across his stomach and held him down.

“Keep. Still.” Connor’s lips tickled the head of Ryan’s cock as he spoke, and when he swallowed him down for a second time Ryan did come, gasping Connor’s name.

When he opened his eyes again, Connor was smiling indulgently at him.

“So, how about a cup of tea before bed?” Connor inquired.

 Ryan managed to pull enough brain cells back into working order to protest.

“It’s only the middle of the afternoon.”

Connor crawled on his hands and knees over Ryan until they were nose to nose, and then kissed him, his tongue teasing and probing surprisingly gently. Ryan grabbed a handful of Connor’s t-shirt with his one good hand, trying to hold him in place for a little longer. He knew Connor was turned on as well, and wondered a touch guiltily about the logistics of trying to reciprocate. There was no damn way he was going to let this be totally one-sided for the next few weeks, no matter what Connor said about him keeping still and resting.

When Connor pulled away there was a mischievous look in his eyes.

“I said bed. I didn’t say anything about sleeping.”

 


 

 

Tags: connor temple, connor/ryan, fanfic, slash, tom ryan
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