athene (deinonychus_1) wrote,
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fanfic: Table Manners


Written for fififolle, who had a horrible day and needed cheering up. No Dan, I'm afraid, but the boys decided to help out.

Title: Table Manners
Author: Athene
Fandom: Primeval
Pairing/characters: Ryan/Connor
Rating: 15
Warnings: implied smut 
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: Not mine. ITV and Impossible Pictures own them.
Word count: approx 350
Summary: Connor seems to be enjoying Ryan’s cooking just a little too much.   

 

            They were halfway through the meal when Ryan started to notice what Connor was doing. Ryan had made a special effort and cooked Chinese chow mein with noodles, and the enthusiasm with which Connor was eating it told him it had been worth it.

            But, actually, it turned out that was kind of the problem. The enthusiasm. As Ryan watched, Connor sucked a strand of noodle up from the plate, his face a picture of concentration, his cheeks gradually hollowing as he sucked hard to slurp up the noodle.

            Ryan casually adjusted his trousers and wondered if he might have accidentally left the oven on. It did seem to be getting hot all of a sudden.

            Connor looked up and grinned. Ryan smiled back, hoping Connor wouldn’t notice his distraction.

            Never one to be deterred from food for too long, Connor attacked his plate again, and yet another noodle succumbed to his appetite.

            Ryan almost groaned aloud as once more Connor’s cheeks became hollow with the force of sucking. As if that wasn’t bad enough, Connor was now also making small, appreciative noises as he ate. When he reached the end of the noodle it flicked at the last second and left a smear of sauce on Connor’s cheek. After a moment his tongue poked out and licked at the smear, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

            That was the final straw.

            Ryan stood up, leaned across the table, grabbed Connor’s collar and dragged him to his feet. Connor squawked and flailed his arms in a desperate attempt to not fall face-first into his food. Ryan leaned closer and kissed him hard, tasting hot sauce on his lover’s mouth. When he finally let go Connor looked a little dazed. Ryan let him sit back down again, and then returned to his own dinner.

            “Not that I’m complaining, but what was that for?” Connor asked, looking adorably bewildered.

            “Let’s just say that if we ever go out for a meal in a public restaurant, I am never ever letting you order noodles.”

  


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