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fanfic: You Can Leave Your Hat On


Belated Happy Birthday to mysteriousaliwz . Sorry this wasn't done in time, here have a birthday ficlet.


Title: You Can Leave Your Hat On
Author: Athene
Fandom: Primeval
Pairing/characters: Ryan/Connor
Rating: 18
Warnings: Smut
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine. ITV and Impossible Pictures own them.
Word count: approx 800
Summary: Connor has a birthday surprise for Ryan.
AN: Belated birthday fic for mysteriousaliwz.

 

 

            There were times when Ryan could be very patient. Despite what the adverts said, a great deal of time in the army was spent waiting for something to happen, and for Special Forces in particular, the ability to remain quiet, motionless, patient until exactly the right moment was a necessity. But that was work, and there were other times when Ryan didn’t want to wait patiently, he wanted it now.

            He shifted around on the bed, his eyes flickering towards the doorway every few seconds. Connor had told him in no uncertain terms to go to bed and wait there for him, but that had been at least ten minutes ago, and surely it wouldn’t take that long for Connor to put away the dinner things? Ryan resisted the urge to get up and investigate, though. Connor clearly had the evening planned out with an unexpected level of forethought and organisation, starting with the overly indulgent bubble bath he had prepared for Ryan when he got home, and followed by a candlelit meal that was almost entirely home-cooked (Connor had admitted rather sheepishly that he’d forgotten the garlic bread and had to buy some from Tesco at the last minute). They’d spent a couple of hours curled up with a bottle of wine and a film (Ryan’s choice of film, for a change), and then Connor had given his strange instruction to go to bed without him.

            Ryan had no doubt that whatever Connor was up to, he was going to enjoy it. But the anticipation was killing him.

            He heard movement coming along the corridor, but he wasn’t prepared for what he saw when Connor appeared.

            Connor leaned casually in the doorway for what seemed like an eternity, the light from the corridor behind creating an almost silhouette, while the lamplight from within the bedroom cast a soft glow to his skin. His trilby was perched on his head at a jaunty angle, the brim pulled low and casting his face into shadow. But that wasn’t what made Ryan gasp.

What really caught his attention was the fact that apart from the hat, Connor was entirely naked.

Ryan felt the blood rushing straight to his cock, and hoped the small squeak that he heard hadn’t come from him. He suspected it had though.

How the hell had Connor known?

Connor came closer and crawled onto the bed. He straddled Ryan’s legs and then tipped the hat back on his head so that Ryan didn’t get smacked in the face with the brim when Connor leaned down and gave him a long, lazy, luxurious kiss.

“Like it?” Connor asked quietly, his dark eyes showing none of the embarrassment that Ryan would have expected.

Ryan’s reply was an incoherent vowel sound.

Connor leaned back a little, the first hint of worry creeping into his expression.

“Is this okay? I thought... You once told me you wanted me just wearing my hat.”

Ryan’s eyebrows shot up. “I did?”

            “You may have been very drunk at the time,” Connor admitted.

            Ah. Right. Ryan had thought he was doing such a good job of hiding his secret hat fetish. Well, it wasn’t actually a het fetish as such. Hats in general did nothing for him. It was more a Connor-in-his-hat fetish. He’d just never quite dared to admit it out loud, despite Connor’s complete openness about his thing for Ryan wearing his combat gear. Apparently they both did an interesting line in finding certain items of clothing ridiculously erotic.

            “Um.” Worry seemed to be rapidly morphing into mortified embarrassment now. “I can take it off if you don-”

            Ryan stopped that train of thought by grabbing Connor and dragging him into a kiss that left both of them gasping for air.

            “Don’t you dare take it off,” he growled. He reached up and adjusted the trilby to an angle that somehow made Connor look even cheekier than usual. The young man looked relieved for a moment before he remembered the effect he had clearly been aiming for, and tried to paste a sultry expression back onto his face. He didn’t entirely succeed, but Ryan didn’t care when Connor wriggled provocatively against his groin.

            “So what have you got planned now?” Ryan asked breathlessly.

            Connor draped himself along Ryan’s body, still occasionally wriggling, his fingers tracing patterns across Ryan’s skin.

            “Nothing,” he said. Ryan felt a momentary jolt of disappointment, and then chided himself for being greedy after everything else Connor had already done for him tonight. Connor must have seen it in his face, and he added, “I don’t have anything else planned, because the rest of the night is up to you. Whatever you want, birthday boy.”

            Ryan purred softly at the multitude of possibilities that offer sent running through his mind.

            “I want you,” he murmured, kissing his way along Connor’s jaw. “Just... Connor... Please... leave your hat on.”

 

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